[ he has to wonder if keith is more intuitive than he lets on. sir. it’s a typical kink, one that is so overdone that it’s almost insulting to admit that he, an ex-military man, would have a thing for being called sir. so stereotypical. so boring. it doesn’t feel like that in the moment, however, not when keith is saying it so wantonly, voice breathy and thin. it’s funny, though, because soon enough, the sir is dropped and shiro has a direct comparison: sir versus shiro. heat sings in his blood and he’s tempted into correcting that, too. what did you call me. it’s sir. directing keith is an addictive thought; he’s doing it already but not quite like that. but…
he smiles, instead, conscious of the fact that this is their first time together as themselves. it’s meant to be special, right? so he settles somewhere in between: leaning down to softly kiss his mouth, pulling away to murmur an approving: ]
Good boy.
[ and then he’s working his way down keith’s body again. it’s similar to before, because he can’t not kiss that canvas of pretty skin and lean lines. each half-dime gets a lick and a nip, the right getting an extra suck because shiro deems it needs one. down, over ribs and through the panes of keith’s abdominals, shiro nuzzles his nose in as he kisses that cute belly button again… and then he takes a hard angle to his right. skipping the obvious destination of his cock, shiro kisses the junction of pelvis to inner thigh. this close, the side of his head brushes against the hard extension of keith’s cock and for that, keith gets shiro’s flesh fingers enclosing around in toward the base, wrist tilting to point keith’s cock away.
undeterred throughout, shiro fastens parted lips to keith’s thigh and then starts to suck. hard. he bites next and gives keith’s cock a single stroke to offset the nip of his teeth. he resumes sucking, working the skin over and over in the single-minded focus to leave a patch of reddened skin. eventually, he releases and lifts his head, observing the pinkness and deciding, yes, that will bruise nicely. he grins to himself and looks up the line of keith’s body, giving him another stroke that has him gathering pre and dragging it down. ]
I could do this for hours. [ he is particularly chatty, isn’t he? it started as a means to ease keith into this. to help him feel more comfortable, rather than letting nerves build and build in a blanket of silence. but the more he gives voice to his desires, the more shiro enjoys it. so now? now it’s for himself too. ] Kiss every inch of you and leave you littered with marks. My marks. [ he dips right back down to kiss the blemish forming on his thigh, speaking the words into him. ] But that’s not what you want right now, is it? Tell me, good boy… where do you want my mouth?
i am mid-morning porning. i am losing my edge.
he smiles, instead, conscious of the fact that this is their first time together as themselves. it’s meant to be special, right? so he settles somewhere in between: leaning down to softly kiss his mouth, pulling away to murmur an approving: ]
Good boy.
[ and then he’s working his way down keith’s body again. it’s similar to before, because he can’t not kiss that canvas of pretty skin and lean lines. each half-dime gets a lick and a nip, the right getting an extra suck because shiro deems it needs one. down, over ribs and through the panes of keith’s abdominals, shiro nuzzles his nose in as he kisses that cute belly button again… and then he takes a hard angle to his right. skipping the obvious destination of his cock, shiro kisses the junction of pelvis to inner thigh. this close, the side of his head brushes against the hard extension of keith’s cock and for that, keith gets shiro’s flesh fingers enclosing around in toward the base, wrist tilting to point keith’s cock away.
undeterred throughout, shiro fastens parted lips to keith’s thigh and then starts to suck. hard. he bites next and gives keith’s cock a single stroke to offset the nip of his teeth. he resumes sucking, working the skin over and over in the single-minded focus to leave a patch of reddened skin. eventually, he releases and lifts his head, observing the pinkness and deciding, yes, that will bruise nicely. he grins to himself and looks up the line of keith’s body, giving him another stroke that has him gathering pre and dragging it down. ]
I could do this for hours. [ he is particularly chatty, isn’t he? it started as a means to ease keith into this. to help him feel more comfortable, rather than letting nerves build and build in a blanket of silence. but the more he gives voice to his desires, the more shiro enjoys it. so now? now it’s for himself too. ] Kiss every inch of you and leave you littered with marks. My marks. [ he dips right back down to kiss the blemish forming on his thigh, speaking the words into him. ] But that’s not what you want right now, is it? Tell me, good boy… where do you want my mouth?