[ with shiro stroking him up and down in earnest now, keith is entirely helpless to do more than shiver, fingers once again gripping the sheet on either side of shiro's thighs. it's -- it's a lot, being so close. draped over shiro's lap, it's hard not to whine for more when the ever-present reminder of a hard cock burning warm against his ass is there to breathe life into fantasies of all the ways shiro could take him that weren't previously possible.
swallowing, keith squirms for the tiniest of bucks into the closed fist around his cock then catches himself and tries to relax fully. paying attention gets harder with every stroke though, especially when a good chunk of his lizard brain is wholly preoccupied with the fundamental design flaw that is the fact that shiro can't talk and suck him off at the same time. frustration with this deeply unfair predicament bursts out of him as keith lets out a deeply confused but needy moan. ]
Fuck, shiro!
[ or should that be sir? rhetoric growing fuzzy in his head, keith abandons the sheet to reach up and pull shiro down closer. to his face, to his cock -- he doesn't know, somehow that ceases to matter as much as simply closing the distance between them. <
but even in his feverish haze of wants, keith still manages to hear something profoundly depressing in his best friend's admission that he's never pushed for the absolute best for himself. his hand lands mid-way up shiro's metal arm, but the tug is poorly coordinated and weakened by the continued rhythmic pumping of his cock. keith shivers, groans and blurts: ]
You should hope for the best. Only the best! 'Cuz that's what you deserve. You deserve all the best the universe can offer you and --[ his breath hitches, voice cutting off with a gasp as the ache in his chest focuses sharp like a laser. the universe never gave that to his shiro. but this one....? this one, keith can still hope for, right? teeth grit, he shudders through the rush of feeling and grips the prosthetic arm tight. ]
...and I'm gonna get up and cum on your face if you disagree.
THREE.
swallowing, keith squirms for the tiniest of bucks into the closed fist around his cock then catches himself and tries to relax fully. paying attention gets harder with every stroke though, especially when a good chunk of his lizard brain is wholly preoccupied with the fundamental design flaw that is the fact that shiro can't talk and suck him off at the same time. frustration with this deeply unfair predicament bursts out of him as keith lets out a deeply confused but needy moan. ]
Fuck, shiro!
[ or should that be sir? rhetoric growing fuzzy in his head, keith abandons the sheet to reach up and pull shiro down closer. to his face, to his cock -- he doesn't know, somehow that ceases to matter as much as simply closing the distance between them. <
but even in his feverish haze of wants, keith still manages to hear something profoundly depressing in his best friend's admission that he's never pushed for the absolute best for himself. his hand lands mid-way up shiro's metal arm, but the tug is poorly coordinated and weakened by the continued rhythmic pumping of his cock. keith shivers, groans and blurts: ]
You should hope for the best. Only the best! 'Cuz that's what you deserve. You deserve all the best the universe can offer you and --[ his breath hitches, voice cutting off with a gasp as the ache in his chest focuses sharp like a laser. the universe never gave that to his shiro. but this one....? this one, keith can still hope for, right? teeth grit, he shudders through the rush of feeling and grips the prosthetic arm tight. ]
...and I'm gonna get up and cum on your face if you disagree.