[ it's utterly bizarre knowing full well that shiro is teasing him while also having no mind to throw back anything witty. instead, keith winds up looking at shiro longingly, swallowing as he widens the split of his legs and licks his lower lip. is that enticing? he doesn't know, he's never tried to be that. ]
Mm, I know, I know...
[ the words are murmured, but not quite apologetic as keith huffs. frankly, it's a lie. he's never felt so much like he knows nothing in his life, but even that idle thought sinply pops out of existence as shiro manifests a mark on his hip. groaning, keith bucks his hips, rutting his cock into shiro's palm. of course, he knows that's not what shiro wanted from him, but he's allowed to have that one luxurious roll, right? evidently yes, because the heat of lips at his cock head comes so suddenly that keith moans outright from surprise alone.
the temptation for pushing orders builds, mischief briefly lighting up keith's eyes but just as quick shiro abandons his cock and comes up higher. fuck. it isn't fair that shiro as such a strangle hold on the start-stop nature of his thoughts, but what would have been a drawn out whine comes out so much filthier from need when shiro lines up their hips, their cocks and ruts slow. ]
Sir....
[ this time, keith abandons his grip on the sheets, unable to keep from putting his hands on broad shoulders. all things considered, it's funny. he used to think he knew what the general thrust of sex was. cocks inside holes, frantically rutting hips, unbearable heat and eventually.. capitulation to desires that don't wholly feel like his own.
this is decidedly not that. anon had grabbed, licked, sucked and fucked with keith's tacit consent. right now, shiro's leaving marks where he's directed, giving keith exactly what he wants. the thrill of it is as electrifying as the friction on his cock and the heat of shiro's skin. unthinking, he rolls his head back on the pillow, offering his neck to shiro with a visible shiver.
everyone will see. everyone will know..
in so many ways, it's the antithesis of what keith has wanted. being with anon meant nobody saw, nobody knew. everything about him was a secret, even to the guy balls deep inside him. keith swallows hard, the bob of his throat painfully slow. subverting months and months of comfort, presenting the temporary brand of shiro's care for the world to see -- the thoughts circle in keiths head for several maddening beats until, finally, he figures out what shiro must be waiting for. ]
So do it, Shiro. I'm ready to show everyone who I belong to.
[ despite that, his heart is racing faster than ever. keith's always bo private and guarded about his persona life that bringing any facet of it to the forefront goes against every instinct. so maybe it wont come as any surprise to shiro that one of keith's hands trail down his arm to feel for his boyfriend's hand. his fingers are a pinch sweaty from nervousness, but when he has shiro's hand in his, his grip s tight, his voice more assertive.]
it's true, my day was stacked
Mm, I know, I know...
[ the words are murmured, but not quite apologetic as keith huffs. frankly, it's a lie. he's never felt so much like he knows nothing in his life, but even that idle thought sinply pops out of existence as shiro manifests a mark on his hip. groaning, keith bucks his hips, rutting his cock into shiro's palm. of course, he knows that's not what shiro wanted from him, but he's allowed to have that one luxurious roll, right? evidently yes, because the heat of lips at his cock head comes so suddenly that keith moans outright from surprise alone.
the temptation for pushing orders builds, mischief briefly lighting up keith's eyes but just as quick shiro abandons his cock and comes up higher. fuck. it isn't fair that shiro as such a strangle hold on the start-stop nature of his thoughts, but what would have been a drawn out whine comes out so much filthier from need when shiro lines up their hips, their cocks and ruts slow. ]
Sir....
[ this time, keith abandons his grip on the sheets, unable to keep from putting his hands on broad shoulders. all things considered, it's funny. he used to think he knew what the general thrust of sex was. cocks inside holes, frantically rutting hips, unbearable heat and eventually.. capitulation to desires that don't wholly feel like his own.
this is decidedly not that. anon had grabbed, licked, sucked and fucked with keith's tacit consent. right now, shiro's leaving marks where he's directed, giving keith exactly what he wants. the thrill of it is as electrifying as the friction on his cock and the heat of shiro's skin. unthinking, he rolls his head back on the pillow, offering his neck to shiro with a visible shiver.
everyone will see. everyone will know..
in so many ways, it's the antithesis of what keith has wanted. being with anon meant nobody saw, nobody knew. everything about him was a secret, even to the guy balls deep inside him. keith swallows hard, the bob of his throat painfully slow. subverting months and months of comfort, presenting the temporary brand of shiro's care for the world to see -- the thoughts circle in keiths head for several maddening beats until, finally, he figures out what shiro must be waiting for. ]
So do it, Shiro. I'm ready to show everyone who I belong to.
[ despite that, his heart is racing faster than ever. keith's always bo private and guarded about his persona life that bringing any facet of it to the forefront goes against every instinct. so maybe it wont come as any surprise to shiro that one of keith's hands trail down his arm to feel for his boyfriend's hand. his fingers are a pinch sweaty from nervousness, but when he has shiro's hand in his, his grip s tight, his voice more assertive.]
Give it to me.