[ ... fuck. is it really so easy for shiro to rile him up and get him wanting? that first suck at his nip seems to go straight to his dick, cock head beading pre in anticipation of a good suckle later. the second and third makes keith squirm as thick ridges take shape along his shaft. all the while, keith doesn't look away from shiro, despite burning hot under his touch.
okay, so maybe a month's worth of sexual abstinence from anon and some quick, barely satisfying masturbation sessions to get sex out of his system hasn't exactly helped with his excitability here, but that can't wholly be it, right?
shiro scoops him up to reposition him onto his back and keith still keeps his eyes trained on his boyfriend's face. it's almost easier that way, not visually acknowledging his own arousal, though he can feel it potently. from the stiff peaks of his half dimes, down to the subtle throb of his cock as it reaches up as if to try and touch shiro hovering above him. he swallows, feeling the slow bob of his adam's apple as keith takes a deep breath.
fuck. he's imagined having shiro on top of him before. smiling while forging their connection stronger, deepr, filthier, but always with guilt attached to the fantasy. anon and shiro were always meant to be distinct entities, though the line had been blurred so often in the throes of passion that their convergence now still feels unreal. keith reaches up in defiance of shiro's orders to push back his forelock with a look of soft disbelief on his face before letting his arm flop back down on the bed. a nervous fidget later, and keith shuffles his legs apart on the bed, neatly boxing shiro between the border of his thighs. ]
Heh. You say it like I don't already know that. [ like he hasn't cum down shiro's throat and in his mouth without knowing. somewhat amused, keith huffs. ] Unless you're saying you've been holding back?
[ it's teasing. part of their usual competitive banter, really. but truthfully, inexperience menas keith very sincerely can't imagine all the ways in which that might actually be the case. ]
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okay, so maybe a month's worth of sexual abstinence from anon and some quick, barely satisfying masturbation sessions to get sex out of his system hasn't exactly helped with his excitability here, but that can't wholly be it, right?
shiro scoops him up to reposition him onto his back and keith still keeps his eyes trained on his boyfriend's face. it's almost easier that way, not visually acknowledging his own arousal, though he can feel it potently. from the stiff peaks of his half dimes, down to the subtle throb of his cock as it reaches up as if to try and touch shiro hovering above him. he swallows, feeling the slow bob of his adam's apple as keith takes a deep breath.
fuck. he's imagined having shiro on top of him before. smiling while forging their connection stronger, deepr, filthier, but always with guilt attached to the fantasy. anon and shiro were always meant to be distinct entities, though the line had been blurred so often in the throes of passion that their convergence now still feels unreal. keith reaches up in defiance of shiro's orders to push back his forelock with a look of soft disbelief on his face before letting his arm flop back down on the bed. a nervous fidget later, and keith shuffles his legs apart on the bed, neatly boxing shiro between the border of his thighs. ]
Heh. You say it like I don't already know that. [ like he hasn't cum down shiro's throat and in his mouth without knowing. somewhat amused, keith huffs. ] Unless you're saying you've been holding back?
[ it's teasing. part of their usual competitive banter, really. but truthfully, inexperience menas keith very sincerely can't imagine all the ways in which that might actually be the case. ]