[ funny. keith would have never described a mangled noise as the sound of victory before, but hearing it now and the sudden wide-eyed look on his unsuspecting boyfriend's face is precisely that. keith grins harder, preening in his delight until pinchy fingers force a silencing gasp and a twitch down low out of him.

but shiro isn't done with retaliating, is he? keith's touch is light enough that when shiro hoists him up onto his knees, his hands sim drags up over cockhead to lay flat on shiro's abs. as if the point hadn't been made clear already, having full access to play with each other is an entirely different beast. warm lips find his chest, and the flick of tongue on peaked nipple gets keith to whine as he wraps both arms around shiro's back.

but it's shiro's voice more than anything else that makes keith flush warm from cheeks down to his chest. fuck. the time when he'd been more galra than human is the first real indication he'd ever gotten than anonymous's words were just as filthy as his tongue, but that'd been once and keith's never built up any immunity to dirty talk. again, those fucking good mate classes only go so far and they'd largely only made keith feel extremely uncomfortable reading off lewd suggestions from cue cards.

but even that's beside the point, isn't it? he looks down at shiro, eyes wide with surprise. thing is? keith's never been great at receiving care from others, much less being spoiled with it to the point of worship. then again, considering shiro knows this, perhaps the real ask is for keith to willingly make himself vulnerable and open. no hiding, no muffling, no denying.

looking a pinch doe eyed, keith's heart does a horrible flutterskip that makes breathing difficult for two beats before he's finally able to speak. ]

...it's you, Shiro. You know I'd do anything for you.

[ a beat. ]

But you're sure about that? You don't want me to suck you off or anything?