[ the word slips out in an awed gasp as shiro parts his lips and sucks at the tip of his index. his thoughts instantly haze up again, eyes round with lizard-brained fascination for the focus on shiro's face, the heated wetness inside. fuck. it shouldn't make his dick throb to have his finger lavished with attention, but want spreads like wildfire, and pre beads at his cock head.
the only reason keith even properly registers that shiro is talking to him is because shiro gives him no choice. he pulls away from his finger, drawing keith's attention back with him. gaze shifting back from lips to shiro's eyes, keith remembers belatedly to stop staring open-mouthed while listening.
it shouldn't come as an actual surprise to hear that shiro likes sucking dick. if he didn't, he wouldn't have bothered to offer i n the first place, right? but it's in listening to shiro speak so shamelessly -- boldly -- about his kinks and turn ons that make keith a little dizzy with so many different feelings. like maybe he could be like this, too. bold. demanding, shameless and ... just incredibly sexy for it.
fuck. the thought actually makes him sputter an involuntary laugh. what the fuck is going on with the world that he sincerely, legitimately cares about coming across sexy to anyone, huh? but he likes this. he likes being pushed back down on the pillow, being told authoritatively that there is no vulnerability here. shiro is in control, in his element and keith looks up at him, heart hammering so hard and loud that it's got to be some miracle shiro hasn't commented on it yet.
he's felt many thing about shiro over the years. during the war and for most of porn prison, it'd been largely colored with concern and protectiveness. here, with the way his heart feels squeezed and tight, adoration pours out of him in excess to soften his wanting expression with something moonier. keith starts to raise his hand, but catches himself and lowers it to the mattresss. and if that weren't enough? he breathes out: ]
Yes, sir. I'll be a good boy for you.
[ the words feel a little foreign on his tongue, though he must've said some horrible permutation of this at some mandatory class. it feels wholly different now, saying the words and actually meaning them. keith shivers this time, no longer quite laughing anymore. ]
I'll properly enjoy everything you give me., Shiro.
i feel contractually obligated to tag this so you have more morning porn
[ the word slips out in an awed gasp as shiro parts his lips and sucks at the tip of his index. his thoughts instantly haze up again, eyes round with lizard-brained fascination for the focus on shiro's face, the heated wetness inside. fuck. it shouldn't make his dick throb to have his finger lavished with attention, but want spreads like wildfire, and pre beads at his cock head.
the only reason keith even properly registers that shiro is talking to him is because shiro gives him no choice. he pulls away from his finger, drawing keith's attention back with him. gaze shifting back from lips to shiro's eyes, keith remembers belatedly to stop staring open-mouthed while listening.
it shouldn't come as an actual surprise to hear that shiro likes sucking dick. if he didn't, he wouldn't have bothered to offer i n the first place, right? but it's in listening to shiro speak so shamelessly -- boldly -- about his kinks and turn ons that make keith a little dizzy with so many different feelings. like maybe he could be like this, too. bold. demanding, shameless and ... just incredibly sexy for it.
fuck. the thought actually makes him sputter an involuntary laugh. what the fuck is going on with the world that he sincerely, legitimately cares about coming across sexy to anyone, huh? but he likes this. he likes being pushed back down on the pillow, being told authoritatively that there is no vulnerability here. shiro is in control, in his element and keith looks up at him, heart hammering so hard and loud that it's got to be some miracle shiro hasn't commented on it yet.
he's felt many thing about shiro over the years. during the war and for most of porn prison, it'd been largely colored with concern and protectiveness. here, with the way his heart feels squeezed and tight, adoration pours out of him in excess to soften his wanting expression with something moonier. keith starts to raise his hand, but catches himself and lowers it to the mattresss. and if that weren't enough? he breathes out: ]
Yes, sir. I'll be a good boy for you.
[ the words feel a little foreign on his tongue, though he must've said some horrible permutation of this at some mandatory class. it feels wholly different now, saying the words and actually meaning them. keith shivers this time, no longer quite laughing anymore. ]
I'll properly enjoy everything you give me., Shiro.