[the fact that he's almost more nervous about shiro leaving hickeys in harder to conceal places than he is about his boyfriend fitting his thick cock inside isn't entirely lost on keith. considering how things have progressed between them, perhaps that's even normal somehow, but it still makes keith squirm a little, hiccuping with an almost laugh though the sound comes out choked and sharp when shiro's mouthing turns into a hard bite.
keith groans when shiro lets up to lick throbbing skin, grip tightening on the hand he has in his. the shivering is damn near uncontrollable as pain pulses away into tingling that goes straight to his aching dick. it's then, with a paradoxically hazy clarity, that keith realizes he could actually cum just like this. with shiro biting and sucking his neck, all while rocking their cocks together. perhaps that shouldn't even be surprising, considering what happened the very first time they'd been together with keith grinding furiously until he managed to climax on a horrified shiro.
the memory is as sobering as getting his head dunked in a bucket of ice water. somewhat jarred, despite knowing shiro doesn't hold any of that against him, keith looks to his boyfriend feeling a pinch unsettled. forcing a deep breath, he gives his hand another squeeze and murmurs: ]
Will you be looking, too?
[ the question is nonsensical. of course shiro's going to be looking. it's just ... drawing attention means less than nothing if shiro isn't there to look at keith with approving, proud eyes. one deep breath then keith brings his fingers up to trace the wet line down his throat, suddenly wishing he could see it for himself. shiro's certainly left a mark on his face before, but these are different -- asked for and wanted. ]
'Cuz that's the only thing that matters to me. I want it to look good for you.
and now it is my turn to morning porn....
keith groans when shiro lets up to lick throbbing skin, grip tightening on the hand he has in his. the shivering is damn near uncontrollable as pain pulses away into tingling that goes straight to his aching dick. it's then, with a paradoxically hazy clarity, that keith realizes he could actually cum just like this. with shiro biting and sucking his neck, all while rocking their cocks together. perhaps that shouldn't even be surprising, considering what happened the very first time they'd been together with keith grinding furiously until he managed to climax on a horrified shiro.
the memory is as sobering as getting his head dunked in a bucket of ice water. somewhat jarred, despite knowing shiro doesn't hold any of that against him, keith looks to his boyfriend feeling a pinch unsettled. forcing a deep breath, he gives his hand another squeeze and murmurs: ]
Will you be looking, too?
[ the question is nonsensical. of course shiro's going to be looking. it's just ... drawing attention means less than nothing if shiro isn't there to look at keith with approving, proud eyes. one deep breath then keith brings his fingers up to trace the wet line down his throat, suddenly wishing he could see it for himself. shiro's certainly left a mark on his face before, but these are different -- asked for and wanted. ]
'Cuz that's the only thing that matters to me. I want it to look good for you.