[ sir. good boy. though keith had been a little facetious in throwing that out at first, the sentiment behind the titles at least had been meant in earnest. acknowledging shiro's command of the situation, yielding to his whims -- something like that.
but in much the same way that keith hadn't laughed after being a little silly, shiro isn't either and the good boy keith earns rings fainly in his ears. good boy. in what feels like years ago now, h3'e onfe called anon that just before bending over to present his ass to the door. warming from the memory alone, keith goes a pinch starry eyed as shiro kisses his open mouth and moves back down his body. ]
Fuck...
[ more mewl than curse, keith's breath hithces as shiro teases his nipples. the urge to touch amd grab at shiro's hair and face is impossible to ignore outright. heart pounding, keith bites his lower lip and instead pulls at the sheets as he rolls back his shoulders back into the mattress to extend the tease of lips on his peaked dimes.
not that the effort gets him what he wants. shiro moves on and keith sinks back down on the mattress, following shiro's movements through lidded eyes. with his head propped up, he gets a clear enough view, though that doesn't fully settle his nerves. with anon, he'd always been able to stay calm with the reminder that he could make it stop with a twist or a roll away, but that logic doesn't apply here. for starters, keith doesn't want to make it stop because it's shiro and shiro is patient and deliberate..... ]
Nnn, Shiro...
.... and a fucking cocktease. the whine slips out equal parts dismayed and amused when his boyfriend pushes his cock out of the way to suck at his inner thigh. breathing hard, keith endures the throb of his trapped cock with soft moans as lips and suck. but of course, he's not allowed to get used to that. teeth pinch and he jolts with a whimper that's surprised and pleasured rolled into one sharp noise. hands clenching and unclenching and making a mess of the neat sheets, keith groans when his boy finally fucking relents and gives his cock a slow stroke.
hours. shiro could do this for hours. it's not a threat because it feels good, but it registers in a way that makes keith shiver as soon as the suggestion is out of shiro's lips.
fuck. they really could do this for hours. no fuck and run like with their anonymous trysts. no scramble to get cleaned up and dressed to pretend that nothing happened. and absolutely no marks beyond what was unavoidable. keith swallows,head swimming in incoherence. he's seen inmates wandering around with hickeys everywhere. gross had been his entire assessment. funny how a single adjective recontextualizes the whole fucking thing, huh? sh's marks.
his expression faotersk his indecision entirely genuine as he looks to shiro for some guidance over choosing between two amazing things. if keith were a little clearer headed, he might've laughed at himself. ]
I want ... I want those marks. Your marks. [ he breathes out, relaxing his grip on the sheet to gesture at his hip and collarbone. ] Want reminders. [ a beat: ] But I want your mouth on my cock too. I -- please.
it is still morning porn, it counts??
but in much the same way that keith hadn't laughed after being a little silly, shiro isn't either and the good boy keith earns rings fainly in his ears. good boy. in what feels like years ago now, h3'e onfe called anon that just before bending over to present his ass to the door. warming from the memory alone, keith goes a pinch starry eyed as shiro kisses his open mouth and moves back down his body. ]
Fuck...
[ more mewl than curse, keith's breath hithces as shiro teases his nipples. the urge to touch amd grab at shiro's hair and face is impossible to ignore outright. heart pounding, keith bites his lower lip and instead pulls at the sheets as he rolls back his shoulders back into the mattress to extend the tease of lips on his peaked dimes.
not that the effort gets him what he wants. shiro moves on and keith sinks back down on the mattress, following shiro's movements through lidded eyes. with his head propped up, he gets a clear enough view, though that doesn't fully settle his nerves. with anon, he'd always been able to stay calm with the reminder that he could make it stop with a twist or a roll away, but that logic doesn't apply here. for starters, keith doesn't want to make it stop because it's shiro and shiro is patient and deliberate..... ]
Nnn, Shiro...
.... and a fucking cocktease. the whine slips out equal parts dismayed and amused when his boyfriend pushes his cock out of the way to suck at his inner thigh. breathing hard, keith endures the throb of his trapped cock with soft moans as lips and suck. but of course, he's not allowed to get used to that. teeth pinch and he jolts with a whimper that's surprised and pleasured rolled into one sharp noise. hands clenching and unclenching and making a mess of the neat sheets, keith groans when his boy finally fucking relents and gives his cock a slow stroke.
hours. shiro could do this for hours. it's not a threat because it feels good, but it registers in a way that makes keith shiver as soon as the suggestion is out of shiro's lips.
fuck. they really could do this for hours. no fuck and run like with their anonymous trysts. no scramble to get cleaned up and dressed to pretend that nothing happened. and absolutely no marks beyond what was unavoidable. keith swallows,head swimming in incoherence. he's seen inmates wandering around with hickeys everywhere. gross had been his entire assessment. funny how a single adjective recontextualizes the whole fucking thing, huh? sh's marks.
his expression faotersk his indecision entirely genuine as he looks to shiro for some guidance over choosing between two amazing things. if keith were a little clearer headed, he might've laughed at himself. ]
I want ... I want those marks. Your marks. [ he breathes out, relaxing his grip on the sheet to gesture at his hip and collarbone. ] Want reminders. [ a beat: ] But I want your mouth on my cock too. I -- please.