[ it’s a good indicator that shiro loves sucking cock that when keith’s index hooks, shiro’s mouth goes pliant and open, head shifting to capture that finger in-between a pillowing of his lips. he sucks once, just for the fun of it, and then rolls his tongue over it, from the first to second bend in his finger. keith had been saying something though. explaining himself? not wanting to do keith the disservice of brushing over this, not when keith has been a touch cagey and enduringly nervous, shiro releases his finger after another, languid suck, smacking his lips with a small sound. ]
Felt what way? Enjoy sucking cock?
[ he made keith like that? there’s some valuable nugget of information there. was he the first dick keith’s ever taken into his mouth? is it his dick that keith’s lavished the most attention to? both thoughts are pleasing; combined, they have him shivering and hazy-minded, a quick spell of pleasure sufficiently distracting him in the moment. only for a beat. then he’s sobering, answering the question for himself. ]
It’s definitely not for everyone and I’d never expect it from you if you didn’t –
[ but he does. so he abandons the words and doesn’t bother ending it. see, while keith and anonymous are the same person, they are distinctly different entities in his head. being with anonymous was about taking and being unapologetic with his own pleasure. of course, toward the end, he hadn’t been a selfish lover with anonymous, either, but he’d started off as one; that theme coloring the rest of their interactions to the point that shiro did expect certain things from anonymous, even during the moments that he was the one with his mouth pressed to the door.
keith is different. keith is always different. it wouldn’t necessarily be his first choice, because he very much wants to get his cock inside this boy, but he’s also quite confident in the idea that he’d be perfectly satisfied rutting into the mattress as he adores keith’s body, pleasing him until the boy is sobbing and spent, a useless, adorable mess in the sheets. ]
But yeah, I like it. [ he quirks a smile, looking boyish and sweet, there between keith’s legs. ] I want you to feel good. I want to feel you feeling good.
[ … but then there’s a shift. that sweetness that’s oddly almost wholesome slips away, features subtly changing until an expression takes that is heat and confidence and a touch of competitiveness, too. keith’s sitting up and reaching. that’s the issue he’s zeroed in on here; something that he feels compelled to correct. so he lifts up, moving his hands to crawl back up keith’s body and to force himself into keith’s space. ]
Make no mistake, I’m the one with your dick in my mouth, but I’m the one control. [ a balances on one hand and gets the other to keith’s shoulder, gente, yet insistent in how he pushes him back down into the pillow. ] I’m the one leading you through your pleasure. I’ll take care of you, even when you’re pleasure-drunk and out of your mind. [ a soft, kind laugh. hovering over him, he ducks down to peck keith’s lips, his nose, and finally his forehead. ] Remember… let yourself enjoy it. I’ve got you, baby.
Fitting, that I end with the morning porn.
Felt what way? Enjoy sucking cock?
[ he made keith like that? there’s some valuable nugget of information there. was he the first dick keith’s ever taken into his mouth? is it his dick that keith’s lavished the most attention to? both thoughts are pleasing; combined, they have him shivering and hazy-minded, a quick spell of pleasure sufficiently distracting him in the moment. only for a beat. then he’s sobering, answering the question for himself. ]
It’s definitely not for everyone and I’d never expect it from you if you didn’t –
[ but he does. so he abandons the words and doesn’t bother ending it. see, while keith and anonymous are the same person, they are distinctly different entities in his head. being with anonymous was about taking and being unapologetic with his own pleasure. of course, toward the end, he hadn’t been a selfish lover with anonymous, either, but he’d started off as one; that theme coloring the rest of their interactions to the point that shiro did expect certain things from anonymous, even during the moments that he was the one with his mouth pressed to the door.
keith is different. keith is always different. it wouldn’t necessarily be his first choice, because he very much wants to get his cock inside this boy, but he’s also quite confident in the idea that he’d be perfectly satisfied rutting into the mattress as he adores keith’s body, pleasing him until the boy is sobbing and spent, a useless, adorable mess in the sheets. ]
But yeah, I like it. [ he quirks a smile, looking boyish and sweet, there between keith’s legs. ] I want you to feel good. I want to feel you feeling good.
[ … but then there’s a shift. that sweetness that’s oddly almost wholesome slips away, features subtly changing until an expression takes that is heat and confidence and a touch of competitiveness, too. keith’s sitting up and reaching. that’s the issue he’s zeroed in on here; something that he feels compelled to correct. so he lifts up, moving his hands to crawl back up keith’s body and to force himself into keith’s space. ]
Make no mistake, I’m the one with your dick in my mouth, but I’m the one control. [ a balances on one hand and gets the other to keith’s shoulder, gente, yet insistent in how he pushes him back down into the pillow. ] I’m the one leading you through your pleasure. I’ll take care of you, even when you’re pleasure-drunk and out of your mind. [ a soft, kind laugh. hovering over him, he ducks down to peck keith’s lips, his nose, and finally his forehead. ] Remember… let yourself enjoy it. I’ve got you, baby.