[ he’s still calling him sir. maybe shiro’s embarrassment over his stereotypical kink isn’t an exclusive thing. maybe it’s shared. though, keith doesn’t seem all that embarrassed with how freely he offers it up. keith is freely offering up many things, actually. it’s pleasing for all the obvious reasons, but mostly, it encourages shiro on the idea that keith is inching out of his self-imposed shell, truly enjoying this build-up. it works wonders on shiro, too. keith’s breathy, pleasure sweetened voice draws out on commands and shiro can’t even find it in himself to care that he isn’t quite as absolute in his leading afterall.
he presses his mouth fully to keith’s neck and goes to work: tongue making it wet and then teeth marking the space, before he sucks and sucks. seems shiro is the possessive type. they haven’t been hiding their relationship, but they’ve been rather chaste about it, both in public and alone, anonymous trysts not included. a kiss here, a hug there, and a dose of heavy flirting… that’s been the extent out on the prison grounds. shiro’s never thought much about himself wanting people to know; he hadn’t been that way with adam.
the galaxy garrison operates completely different than this prison, obviously, so maybe that’s part of it. maybe part of shiro’s sudden desire to leave keith littered with marks is so their fellow inmates see him and realize he’s already well taken care of. that he already has someone to help him through his sentence. that they are wholly unneeded. then they’ll back the fuck off and leave keith to him.
his jaw tightens and he’s biting down harder, catching himself a moment later to relax the clasp of teeth. rolling his tongue over the reddened skin after, part in apology and part in farewell, shiro then immediately picks out another section to give the same treatment. onto his second mark now, slowly climbing up keith’s neck, shiro rolls his hips again to follow through on a dirty, indulgent grind. it feels different, but in a good way, he supposes. the ridges of keith’s cock put too much pressure in some places but the teetering of too much is exciting and invigorating and shiro decides he likes it. so he continues moving his pelvis against keith’s, inevitably moving to a third and then a fourth mark, one that ends just underneath the floor of keith’s mandible.
he lifts his head to survey his work. just as his thigh and his hip, the skin is pink and wet, ruddy with the promise of darkening with time. shiro grins, body still moving in languid motions to rub their cocks together. ]
Fuck, Keith. You’re going to draw everyone’s eyes for days.
[ granted, shiro is of the opinion that keith does that anyway, with his long legs, shapely body and perfectly angled face. but he’s made impossibly prettier now, with a line of bruises climbing up his neck. ]
and here we go again with an attack of tags
he presses his mouth fully to keith’s neck and goes to work: tongue making it wet and then teeth marking the space, before he sucks and sucks. seems shiro is the possessive type. they haven’t been hiding their relationship, but they’ve been rather chaste about it, both in public and alone, anonymous trysts not included. a kiss here, a hug there, and a dose of heavy flirting… that’s been the extent out on the prison grounds. shiro’s never thought much about himself wanting people to know; he hadn’t been that way with adam.
the galaxy garrison operates completely different than this prison, obviously, so maybe that’s part of it. maybe part of shiro’s sudden desire to leave keith littered with marks is so their fellow inmates see him and realize he’s already well taken care of. that he already has someone to help him through his sentence. that they are wholly unneeded. then they’ll back the fuck off and leave keith to him.
his jaw tightens and he’s biting down harder, catching himself a moment later to relax the clasp of teeth. rolling his tongue over the reddened skin after, part in apology and part in farewell, shiro then immediately picks out another section to give the same treatment. onto his second mark now, slowly climbing up keith’s neck, shiro rolls his hips again to follow through on a dirty, indulgent grind. it feels different, but in a good way, he supposes. the ridges of keith’s cock put too much pressure in some places but the teetering of too much is exciting and invigorating and shiro decides he likes it. so he continues moving his pelvis against keith’s, inevitably moving to a third and then a fourth mark, one that ends just underneath the floor of keith’s mandible.
he lifts his head to survey his work. just as his thigh and his hip, the skin is pink and wet, ruddy with the promise of darkening with time. shiro grins, body still moving in languid motions to rub their cocks together. ]
Fuck, Keith. You’re going to draw everyone’s eyes for days.
[ granted, shiro is of the opinion that keith does that anyway, with his long legs, shapely body and perfectly angled face. but he’s made impossibly prettier now, with a line of bruises climbing up his neck. ]