[ he rather likes how responsive keith’s body is. cock plump, the ridges fill out entirely to their defined edges, the slit a seemingly endless pool of pre as it beads and drips and smears with the next swipe of shiro’s thumb. legs wind around next and with the brush of keith’s ass to his cock, shiro loses sight of reality, momentarily retreating into his own mind to picture the possibility of taking keith like this. a bit of lube, a quick prep, and he could angle his cock down, to feed it into keith’s hole. shiro lacks the necessary leverage to move his hips in any sort of motion worthy of keith, but he has big hands. hands that can grip tight and lift keith. he could manually fuck him on his cock and keep him bouncing in his lap, even as he lies there across the bedding. he thinks he’d enjoy the position, because he’d be able to see everything: keith’s drowsy eyes, moaning mouth, heaving chest, tense belly, every single mark and, of course, the unhampered view of his cock disappearing, over and over, inside keith.
he curls his thumb around keith’s cock to complete the circle and gives him a stroke, all the while reminding himself that he can’t get ahead of himself. he promised to give keith what he wants and this boy wanted his mouth.
the script keeps changing, keeps evolving into something deeper, however, and the headiness of his desire, while still potent, doesn’t overwhelm him into dirty, filth-filled words. keith has gone soft and sentimental, and shiro, lulled by the earnestness of those mumbles, has his chest fluttering with sweet, besotted feeling. so there is no returning tease of this, probably, being better than any dream keith’s ever had or a prompting of keith to tell him exactly what kind of dreams keith’s entertained about him. instead, shiro redirects them, once more making keith the focus. ]
You are a dream, Keith. [ he smiles, expression honeyed and mildly bewitched with infatuation. seems they are in an unspoken competition to see who can be the sappiest. apparently, shiro is intent on winning. ] My dream.
[ he keeps moving his hand, up, down, up along those ridges, pumping keith slowly. ]
No. That’s not right. I don’t think I could’ve ever imagined someone like you. [ that isn’t to say he thinks keith is perfect in some unrealistic way. but he fits perfectly in shiro’s life, to support shiro through the lows and to meet him in the highs, rejuvenating shiro’s sense of purpose and drive, so, as cliché as it sounds, shiro can be a better version of himself. ]
You’re the greatest friend I’ve ever had… and now you’re more. [ he pauses in his stroking, thumb pressing to the frenulum, rubbing against it, while his other hand finds the reddened mark at keith’s thigh, fingers tracing teasing outlines of it. ] So much more than I ever allowed myself to hope for.
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he curls his thumb around keith’s cock to complete the circle and gives him a stroke, all the while reminding himself that he can’t get ahead of himself. he promised to give keith what he wants and this boy wanted his mouth.
the script keeps changing, keeps evolving into something deeper, however, and the headiness of his desire, while still potent, doesn’t overwhelm him into dirty, filth-filled words. keith has gone soft and sentimental, and shiro, lulled by the earnestness of those mumbles, has his chest fluttering with sweet, besotted feeling. so there is no returning tease of this, probably, being better than any dream keith’s ever had or a prompting of keith to tell him exactly what kind of dreams keith’s entertained about him. instead, shiro redirects them, once more making keith the focus. ]
You are a dream, Keith. [ he smiles, expression honeyed and mildly bewitched with infatuation. seems they are in an unspoken competition to see who can be the sappiest. apparently, shiro is intent on winning. ] My dream.
[ he keeps moving his hand, up, down, up along those ridges, pumping keith slowly. ]
No. That’s not right. I don’t think I could’ve ever imagined someone like you. [ that isn’t to say he thinks keith is perfect in some unrealistic way. but he fits perfectly in shiro’s life, to support shiro through the lows and to meet him in the highs, rejuvenating shiro’s sense of purpose and drive, so, as cliché as it sounds, shiro can be a better version of himself. ]
You’re the greatest friend I’ve ever had… and now you’re more. [ he pauses in his stroking, thumb pressing to the frenulum, rubbing against it, while his other hand finds the reddened mark at keith’s thigh, fingers tracing teasing outlines of it. ] So much more than I ever allowed myself to hope for.