[ it isn't just shiro choking. in fact, as soon as the smooth column of shiro's throat convulses around his cock head, keith splutters on a choked moan as well. hand clamped desperately around the base of his cock, keith sweats through the smothering of his cock, snuffing out the growing thrum of an impending orgasm with nothing but grit and fingernails. he shudders and whines throughout, canines looking more like fangs as they pinch hard at his lower lip.

by the time the strangled high passes over enough that keith tentatively eases off on the vice grip on his cock, he's breathing hard through the unbearable throb of his balls and cock head, eyes glazed over and somewhat unfocused as the faint yellow of his sclera fade to their usual white. shiro is talking to him, but the godawful joke he's cracked about holding goes way over keith's head. he follows shiro's glance down to his cock, groans at the newly acquired row of flushed crescent shaped indents and slowly opens up his hand.

more damning is the fact that the lewd question shiro tops off his teasing with makes keith shiver visibly, a line of goosebumps climbing up his thighs as his cock gives a traitorous twitch. ]

Shiro, no -- I can't. We just started, I don't want it to be over already.

[ a little more clarity and keith might've been able to see the holes in his own logic, but in the moment the routinized approach to each of them getting off once and then parting ways is a hard memory to override. swallowing hard, keith lifts his hand to stroke shiro's cheek fondly. ]

Just... just let me enjoy this a little bit longer. Please?