[ it’s an absurd question because the answer is obvious. in another situation, it could’ve been teasing, even shallow in a fishing for compliments. this is keith, however, and it isn’t all that difficult to pick apart when his boy is working through some lapse in certainty. shiro, good-natured and willing to dote on this boy, smiles as he bends for a kiss. see, his mouth can be soft and sweet, too. affection brimming to overflowing, shiro lingers through the simple press of his lips to keith’s and with those extra beats spent, he lifts his head. he lifts entirely, really.
the rocking of his dick against keith’s slows and the blanketing of his body pulls back, until he’s sitting up between keith’s legs. he’s situated with his knees to the bed, legs folded underneath his body… but he’s greedy for keith’s space, so those knees widen and split, pushed under the open splay of keith’s thighs. ]
Keith…
[ it’s a fond rendition of his name, shiro’s affectionate gaze adding weight. both hands frame keith at the waist, smoothing down to take more substantial grabs at hips. he drags him, just a little more, a little higher, up the slop of shiro’s thighs to get keith’s ass closer into his lap. there; perfect. he has keith at his fingertips; so close and so easy to play with, which he does in short order, flesh hand wrapping around keith’s cock to give it a smooth tug. ]
I’m always looking at you. You have no idea how captivating you are.
[ keith’s been captivating from the very start, first with his skill and his drive, although that second one was buried under layers upon layers of stubbornly held disappointment for life. years later, shiro still finds himself inspired and awe-shaken with the feats keith manages to pull off through his unyielding determination to see done what he deems necessary. but in recent months, the direction of his gaze has shifted, with him openly eyeing up parts of keith that he had denied himself before. and he doesn’t just mean the obvious filth of drifting his eyes south when keith walks ahead of him or how he knows from the crease in keith’s pants that he tucks right. it’s things like holding his breath a half a second more when keith bursts into laughter or staring at his mischief lit smile too long. he’s gorgeous in the early mornings, too, when his hair is a mess and there are pillow creases on his face, eyes barely open and brain still ensnared by fading sleep.
shiro particularly likes this soft-eyed look, too, with the whole of keith’s body laid out before him, love-bites scattered and nips glistening with drying saliva. he huffs, amused, and cups the head of keith’s cock, circling the spongy tip with his thumb. ]
and so it continues
the rocking of his dick against keith’s slows and the blanketing of his body pulls back, until he’s sitting up between keith’s legs. he’s situated with his knees to the bed, legs folded underneath his body… but he’s greedy for keith’s space, so those knees widen and split, pushed under the open splay of keith’s thighs. ]
Keith…
[ it’s a fond rendition of his name, shiro’s affectionate gaze adding weight. both hands frame keith at the waist, smoothing down to take more substantial grabs at hips. he drags him, just a little more, a little higher, up the slop of shiro’s thighs to get keith’s ass closer into his lap. there; perfect. he has keith at his fingertips; so close and so easy to play with, which he does in short order, flesh hand wrapping around keith’s cock to give it a smooth tug. ]
I’m always looking at you. You have no idea how captivating you are.
[ keith’s been captivating from the very start, first with his skill and his drive, although that second one was buried under layers upon layers of stubbornly held disappointment for life. years later, shiro still finds himself inspired and awe-shaken with the feats keith manages to pull off through his unyielding determination to see done what he deems necessary. but in recent months, the direction of his gaze has shifted, with him openly eyeing up parts of keith that he had denied himself before. and he doesn’t just mean the obvious filth of drifting his eyes south when keith walks ahead of him or how he knows from the crease in keith’s pants that he tucks right. it’s things like holding his breath a half a second more when keith bursts into laughter or staring at his mischief lit smile too long. he’s gorgeous in the early mornings, too, when his hair is a mess and there are pillow creases on his face, eyes barely open and brain still ensnared by fading sleep.
shiro particularly likes this soft-eyed look, too, with the whole of keith’s body laid out before him, love-bites scattered and nips glistening with drying saliva. he huffs, amused, and cups the head of keith’s cock, circling the spongy tip with his thumb. ]