[ desperation rings louder and louder, keith’s voice hitting a fever pitch as he whines and pleads, hands making up for the gaps in his words. shiro loves his hairstyle. not necessarily his hair because it’s bleached white up front and subtly graying, but he enjoys the overall cut. he does think, though, that it’d be nice to have a little more length, just so keith has something to pinch between those greedy fingers and give a pull. maybe keith will like that, when their positions are reversed and it’s shiro’s hands in his hair. he’s fond of that, as well; of how messy and unconventional keith’s hair has always been, even during his cadet days. these days shiro does a lot less snickering over keith’s blatant disregard of conforming to anyone’s standard and instead, does a lot more hopeless moonying, because wow, keith is effortlessly gorgeous and wow, he’s got enough hair that it’d be so easy to give it a solid yank.

keith gives up on shiro’s hair and shiro misses the scrabbling of those fingers immediately. he’s undeterred, though. he’s got a hefty mouthful with a fat cockhead broadening the opening of his throat and if he’s going to do with without choking through that first ridge, then he needs to concentrate. which is precisely why he does choke, because those hands give up on his hair to grab for his own cock instead. surprised, his throat spasms through an involuntary sound of confusion and then it’s working against keith’s cock, pushing it out of his throat as shiro coughs, pulls back and coughs some more.

he pulls off, spittle dripping and then splattering as he gives another, lesser cough. funnily enough, he’s unbothered by it. he’s managed to find something humorous in all of this, and the source becomes clear a moment later when he smiles and swallows hard, forcing his control over his own body. ]

Thought you said you couldn’t hold it.

[ pointedly, he sends a look at keith’s cock, where keith is clearly holding. get it? he laughs a brief, slightly strained sound. he’s rather comfortable where he is, laid out between keith’s legs, so he won’t be pushing himself up even though he has the suspicion that something is going on here that he’s having trouble pinpointing. instead, he presses a kiss to the knuckles of keith’s fingers and then lays his head on keith’s thigh, staring up the length of his body to his face. ]

What’re you doing, babe? [ soft, curious, exasperatedly fond, he wants to understand, though he can’t help another bit of teasing. ] If you’d rather come on my face that badly, you can.