[ oh. he’s going down then? hands grasp for him, tugging without any solid thought into how this is meant to work with keith’s ass in his lap and his hand stroking him off. shiro goes though, simply because keith’s desperateness to get him even closer is addictive in its impatience. so, bending at the waist, shiro can feel the end movement of his hand bumping against his upper abdominals with the way he’s folding over himself. being taller than keith anyway, especially in the torso, it’s be easy enough to reach for a kiss, so that quickly becomes his destination point. except… keith’s blurting and groaning and pulling at the metal of his arm, caught in some imagined obligation of needing to offer encouragements.
so, shiro deserves the best and while this is said, he’s being pulled ever closer to keith. is keith trying to signify something here? it’s easier to focus on the humor to be found in that, rather than the sobering topic of what shiro does and doesn’t deserve. the second list is, unfortunately, far easier for shiro to outline. that isn’t to say he doesn’t strive for happiness or hope for certain things to come to pass, but he’s more accustomed to being battered around by misfortune and strife. he just doesn’t have it in him anymore to ignore all else and shoot for the stars like he did in his youth.
but it’s okay. it is. he makes due and not only that, sometimes he catches a break. sometimes he finds himself so blessed that all the terrible things that have led him to the moment aren’t quite as regretful. like now. right now, he has his best friend opening up to him, trusting him… threatening him…?
shiro’s chest expands on a breath, feeling a buzz underneath his skin and then he’s laughing. at least threaten him with something he won’t enjoy. though, he supposes, keith untangling himself and lifting free from his recline would be less than ideal. he looks so pretty all laid out, the sheets already rumbled around him. ]
Fine, alright. [ happiness fills those simple words. the ease in which he caves is surprising, isn’t it? the reason as to why it’s so easy becomes clear after he finally snags that kiss and then pulls back. ] I deserve you.
[ best, keith, same thing, really. back again, to that subtle challenge of who gets to fawn over the other more, shiro is rather confident he’s the one getting the last word in. he isn’t above securing his so-called victory through craftier means, though. so he sits up and lets go of keith’s cock, hand a little sticky as he reaches behind himself with both, loosening the hooking of keith’s ankles to unwind those long, long legs. ]
Now cum down my throat, instead.
[ he moves quick for such a big guy. on moment he’s sitting upright, grinning a lazy, cheeky thing at keith, and then he’s down between keith’s spread legs, belly to the bedding and arms pushed under keith’s thighs, hands coming up from below to grasp keith by the hips. his mouth comes next and he isn’t slow about that either. he opens wide and engulfs, sealing lips tight around those ridges as he sinks down immediately.
This isn't morning porn but... Does it still count.
so, shiro deserves the best and while this is said, he’s being pulled ever closer to keith. is keith trying to signify something here? it’s easier to focus on the humor to be found in that, rather than the sobering topic of what shiro does and doesn’t deserve. the second list is, unfortunately, far easier for shiro to outline. that isn’t to say he doesn’t strive for happiness or hope for certain things to come to pass, but he’s more accustomed to being battered around by misfortune and strife. he just doesn’t have it in him anymore to ignore all else and shoot for the stars like he did in his youth.
but it’s okay. it is. he makes due and not only that, sometimes he catches a break. sometimes he finds himself so blessed that all the terrible things that have led him to the moment aren’t quite as regretful. like now. right now, he has his best friend opening up to him, trusting him… threatening him…?
shiro’s chest expands on a breath, feeling a buzz underneath his skin and then he’s laughing. at least threaten him with something he won’t enjoy. though, he supposes, keith untangling himself and lifting free from his recline would be less than ideal. he looks so pretty all laid out, the sheets already rumbled around him. ]
Fine, alright. [ happiness fills those simple words. the ease in which he caves is surprising, isn’t it? the reason as to why it’s so easy becomes clear after he finally snags that kiss and then pulls back. ] I deserve you.
[ best, keith, same thing, really. back again, to that subtle challenge of who gets to fawn over the other more, shiro is rather confident he’s the one getting the last word in. he isn’t above securing his so-called victory through craftier means, though. so he sits up and lets go of keith’s cock, hand a little sticky as he reaches behind himself with both, loosening the hooking of keith’s ankles to unwind those long, long legs. ]
Now cum down my throat, instead.
[ he moves quick for such a big guy. on moment he’s sitting upright, grinning a lazy, cheeky thing at keith, and then he’s down between keith’s spread legs, belly to the bedding and arms pushed under keith’s thighs, hands coming up from below to grasp keith by the hips. his mouth comes next and he isn’t slow about that either. he opens wide and engulfs, sealing lips tight around those ridges as he sinks down immediately.
… HEEHE, he wins. ]