[ if keith knows nothing else about shiro, it's that his best friend is a fighter. someone who won't go down easy, and even when he's down finds a way to get back up on his feet. in other words, shiro is stubborn as fuck and the sudden acquiescence with i deserve you catches keith off guard.
perhaps subconsciously, he'd been gearing up for a protracted pep talk about how shiro can't ever give up on his own happiness and settle for something less, but the conversation's gone sideways in some black belt level jujitsu move. frankly, it feels like a non-sequitur -- they'd been talking about shiro and the best things in life, and keith is slow to work out how the hell his name got dragged into that.
just as the gears start turning, however, shiro lifts up and away, then quickly scooches down between his legs, hands at his hips and thighs. keith blinks, but any hope of a clever comeback is utterly annihilated by the shock of a wet mouth on his cock. caught entirely by surprise, keith throws his head back and lets out a throaty moan that pitches high as shiro takes more and more of his cock into the wet heat of his mouth. hands gripping tight at the sheets, keith plants his feet on the mattress to try for a proper thrust. not that his intentions get much traction, thighs shake as shiro moves down and keith wails through the tight seal oressed around one ridge after another.
gaze easily turning half lidded and glazed over with want, it's all too apparent that keith's completelyforgotten what it is they were debating moments ago. he strains only to try and get a proper view of his cock disappearing into shiro's mouth and groans desperately as shiro's ,stretched lips inch closer to his pelvis. ]
Shiro, please!
[ voice threatening to crack, keith barely manages the plea between gasps for air. scrambled as his thoughts are, he frankly couldn't even explain what he's begging for. it's just -- it's been a month since he was intimate with anything aside from his fucking hand, and despite having been with anon for months on end, he's only ever gotten to imagine how good his partner might look with his cock stuffed down their throat. already teased, but now overheated, keith whines, hand shaking as he tries to grab at shiro's cropped hair. ]
Pleas, fucksir! You're hot like this, can't -- can't hold it!
[ an irrational panic takes hold as keith abandons trying to reach for shiro's hair and instead grabs himself around the base of his cock to squeeze tight with a strangled groan. after all, the longer he holds it in, the more being with shiro gets to be drawn out, right? ]
i say yes in spirit.
perhaps subconsciously, he'd been gearing up for a protracted pep talk about how shiro can't ever give up on his own happiness and settle for something less, but the conversation's gone sideways in some black belt level jujitsu move. frankly, it feels like a non-sequitur -- they'd been talking about shiro and the best things in life, and keith is slow to work out how the hell his name got dragged into that.
just as the gears start turning, however, shiro lifts up and away, then quickly scooches down between his legs, hands at his hips and thighs. keith blinks, but any hope of a clever comeback is utterly annihilated by the shock of a wet mouth on his cock. caught entirely by surprise, keith throws his head back and lets out a throaty moan that pitches high as shiro takes more and more of his cock into the wet heat of his mouth. hands gripping tight at the sheets, keith plants his feet on the mattress to try for a proper thrust. not that his intentions get much traction, thighs shake as shiro moves down and keith wails through the tight seal oressed around one ridge after another.
gaze easily turning half lidded and glazed over with want, it's all too apparent that keith's completelyforgotten what it is they were debating moments ago. he strains only to try and get a proper view of his cock disappearing into shiro's mouth and groans desperately as shiro's ,stretched lips inch closer to his pelvis. ]
Shiro, please!
[ voice threatening to crack, keith barely manages the plea between gasps for air. scrambled as his thoughts are, he frankly couldn't even explain what he's begging for. it's just -- it's been a month since he was intimate with anything aside from his fucking hand, and despite having been with anon for months on end, he's only ever gotten to imagine how good his partner might look with his cock stuffed down their throat. already teased, but now overheated, keith whines, hand shaking as he tries to grab at shiro's cropped hair. ]
Pleas, fucksir! You're hot like this, can't -- can't hold it!
[ an irrational panic takes hold as keith abandons trying to reach for shiro's hair and instead grabs himself around the base of his cock to squeeze tight with a strangled groan. after all, the longer he holds it in, the more being with shiro gets to be drawn out, right? ]