[ listen, keith would never have argued that shiro is the kind of guy that would do that, sinply that his imagination hadn't come up with alternative explanations for what shiro's mysterious lead in to this conversation could have been. where he'd been pale moments before, embarrassment is quick to catch up and flood his face a burning scarlet.
of course he's not going to contest anything about space crabs. in fact, with the incredulity starting to drain out of his soul, keith simply follows shiro's gaze down to .... ah yes, his flaccid dick. keith groans, knees coming up in some attempt to shield that from view while he buries his face in his hands.
this whole time. this whole fuckng time, the mystery person with the incredible dick on the other side had been shiro. it doesn't matter that there's corroborating evidence to make that fact irrefutable, keith's entire being refuses to accept it. instead, little flashes of their encounters play in his mind, every wet noise he'd made, every time he lapped and sucked at that dick like it was spilling ambrosia into his mouth, the way he clung to the chair while anon fucked orgasms out of his ass and -- ]
Mmmrgh....
[ the nooise is distilled mortification. keith had never wanted shiro to see him that way. naked, shy and trying things together was never meant to ruined by the mutual knowledge of being bent over, hole presented through punched out doors. or tainted with images of slick pouring from his ass or him blabbering stupidly during an endless orgasm.
nobody was supposed to see any of these facets of things keith has only started to accept about himself. he sags low against the headboard, shoulders rounding until he's almost in the fetal position. ]
... I think I need a weblum to come swallow me whole right about now.
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of course he's not going to contest anything about space crabs. in fact, with the incredulity starting to drain out of his soul, keith simply follows shiro's gaze down to .... ah yes, his flaccid dick. keith groans, knees coming up in some attempt to shield that from view while he buries his face in his hands.
this whole time. this whole fuckng time, the mystery person with the incredible dick on the other side had been shiro. it doesn't matter that there's corroborating evidence to make that fact irrefutable, keith's entire being refuses to accept it. instead, little flashes of their encounters play in his mind, every wet noise he'd made, every time he lapped and sucked at that dick like it was spilling ambrosia into his mouth, the way he clung to the chair while anon fucked orgasms out of his ass and -- ]
Mmmrgh....
[ the nooise is distilled mortification. keith had never wanted shiro to see him that way. naked, shy and trying things together was never meant to ruined by the mutual knowledge of being bent over, hole presented through punched out doors. or tainted with images of slick pouring from his ass or him blabbering stupidly during an endless orgasm.
nobody was supposed to see any of these facets of things keith has only started to accept about himself. he sags low against the headboard, shoulders rounding until he's almost in the fetal position. ]
... I think I need a weblum to come swallow me whole right about now.