[ ah, yes. the ghosting. can’t let him forget that. the urge to laugh comes and goes, so quickly that he gets nowhere near actually laughing. he’s smiling, though. easy to, when keith’s straddling his thighs, weight comfortable and promising there in his lap. that alone is confirmation that it really can still be tonight; that’s not what has shiro feeling the bulk of his relief, though. it’s the ghosting, actually. the fact that keith is talking about it so easily now. shiro’s grateful for that because given enough time, he’d likely drag himself down with regret for ending things so cowardly. he already has felt bad about it, but that was before he knew it was keith. terrible, huh? that he feels worse for the same action when it is applied to keith, rather than a nameless individual. that says something about him, that his conscience isn’t an unbias, consistent voice. he feels more when it comes to keith, the good, the bad, the everything in between.
he can’t say he’s surprised by the revelation. he harbors favoritism for keith; he has for a long time, even when he was vehement of his denial for it.
throughout keith’s talking, shiro keeps his smile, watching patiently and fondly, as keith works through his own wants. he squeezes encouragingly at his hand, his free one rubbing at keith’s thigh. it travels up in the pause, thumb tracing along the angle of keith’s pelvic bone as his fingers curl around and his palm flattens to his hip. while you fuck me. his gaze is steady, but growing heavier, because while he doesn’t make any obvious outward reaction to it, his abdomen tightens on a flutter and a shiver runs down his spine, accumulating and spreading through his lower body to make him twitch. ]
I want that, too.
[ he breathes out the words, voice already weighty with renewed desire. leaning in, he tips the angle to press a kiss to keith’s jaw, nosing further along the hard line of it. fuck, being able to see keith’s face when they’re connected… – he wanted that before. he tried to create a poor man’s mimic of such intimacy by riding anonymous and himself of the door. it simply wasn’t enough. the eyes, the mouth, the sweaty tangles of hair – the best parts were covered up. so that’s all it takes, one little mention, and shiro is quickly losing his patience and composure. he’s thinking of keith arching off the sheets, hair haloed around him as he tries to focus his eyes. fuck. or keith riding him just like this, with his head tipped back and neck arched. shiro would have to take a fistful of his hair and yank him down, huh? he’d have to keep those eyes on him, to never waver throughout every drop down of keith’s body.
he groans, metal fingers tightening at his hip. ] Bet you’re a sight when you’re full of me. [ his body has certainly been greedy for his cock; does that insatiable desire make its way to keith’s face? does he go all dark eyed and flushed, soft, full lips finally able to to part around noises that won’t be muffled? ] Can’t believe I’ve had you all those times and I never got to see, got to hear…
[ he huffs a breath just barely resembling a laugh and then explores his galra hand up keith’s torso, sliding in to skim his fingertips along the shape of his pec and over his nipple. ]
I said your name once. [ cooed. casual. ] Do you remember? [ he pulls back to get a full look at keith, grinning. ] You felt so good around me that I lost my mind. [ a beat, fingers giving a playful pinch at his nip. ] Think you can do it again? Maybe make me yell it this time… not in that chainsmoker voice you love so much?
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he can’t say he’s surprised by the revelation. he harbors favoritism for keith; he has for a long time, even when he was vehement of his denial for it.
throughout keith’s talking, shiro keeps his smile, watching patiently and fondly, as keith works through his own wants. he squeezes encouragingly at his hand, his free one rubbing at keith’s thigh. it travels up in the pause, thumb tracing along the angle of keith’s pelvic bone as his fingers curl around and his palm flattens to his hip. while you fuck me. his gaze is steady, but growing heavier, because while he doesn’t make any obvious outward reaction to it, his abdomen tightens on a flutter and a shiver runs down his spine, accumulating and spreading through his lower body to make him twitch. ]
I want that, too.
[ he breathes out the words, voice already weighty with renewed desire. leaning in, he tips the angle to press a kiss to keith’s jaw, nosing further along the hard line of it. fuck, being able to see keith’s face when they’re connected… – he wanted that before. he tried to create a poor man’s mimic of such intimacy by riding anonymous and himself of the door. it simply wasn’t enough. the eyes, the mouth, the sweaty tangles of hair – the best parts were covered up. so that’s all it takes, one little mention, and shiro is quickly losing his patience and composure. he’s thinking of keith arching off the sheets, hair haloed around him as he tries to focus his eyes. fuck. or keith riding him just like this, with his head tipped back and neck arched. shiro would have to take a fistful of his hair and yank him down, huh? he’d have to keep those eyes on him, to never waver throughout every drop down of keith’s body.
he groans, metal fingers tightening at his hip. ] Bet you’re a sight when you’re full of me. [ his body has certainly been greedy for his cock; does that insatiable desire make its way to keith’s face? does he go all dark eyed and flushed, soft, full lips finally able to to part around noises that won’t be muffled? ] Can’t believe I’ve had you all those times and I never got to see, got to hear…
[ he huffs a breath just barely resembling a laugh and then explores his galra hand up keith’s torso, sliding in to skim his fingertips along the shape of his pec and over his nipple. ]
I said your name once. [ cooed. casual. ] Do you remember? [ he pulls back to get a full look at keith, grinning. ] You felt so good around me that I lost my mind. [ a beat, fingers giving a playful pinch at his nip. ] Think you can do it again? Maybe make me yell it this time… not in that chainsmoker voice you love so much?