[ … keith. spank every last drop from you. that doesn’t make any sort of sense. or it – could? the time that anonymous – keith – had been purple and tailed and filled with glands that only needed a whispering touch to come alive, shiro had given his ass a few smacks, both to watch that newly revealed ass jiggle and to ground himself in the moment. anonymous had seemed to enjoy it; not that anything taken from that night can be trusted as fact, seeing as he’d been pulverizing keith’s insides for most of it, even when said boy was stuck in a thirty-minute orgasm. shiro hasn’t gotten far enough into unpacking all their times together to start categorizing everything, but he would have put that in the category of things never to bring up. it is, in shiro’s mind, a little embarrassing, isn’t it? slapping ass while fucking isn’t all that uncommon, he supposes, but spank? keith specifically says spank.
keith wants shiro to spank him?
it shouldn’t be a heady thought. it shouldn’t have shiro going molten and wanting, body buzzing all the way to his fingertips that suddenly burn for connection. he could get himself to the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor and drape keith across his lap. he could start with soft slaps to ease him into it and then go harder; hard enough to leave his skin pink and stinging. he could take breaks, to ease his fingers between his cheeks and fuck him with one, two, three, to feel his cock swell and drip against his thigh. maybe he could get keith to cum from it.
he groans against his cheek, nipping the barest amount at the high cresting of it before lifting his head. suspended above keith, shiro resists the urge to get his hips down and rub his dick against keith’s. instead, he weathers the throb and maintains some semblance of control as he smirks down at keith. ]
You tell me.
[ he fixes a calm, assessing look on the other, though the continued smirk off-sets it. his cock gives another throb and – god, it feels heavy as it hangs, pre dripping from the tip to splatter at keith’s skin. ]
Do you think you deserve some spanking after denying me your cock?
p sure the answer to the mystery is you
keith wants shiro to spank him?
it shouldn’t be a heady thought. it shouldn’t have shiro going molten and wanting, body buzzing all the way to his fingertips that suddenly burn for connection. he could get himself to the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor and drape keith across his lap. he could start with soft slaps to ease him into it and then go harder; hard enough to leave his skin pink and stinging. he could take breaks, to ease his fingers between his cheeks and fuck him with one, two, three, to feel his cock swell and drip against his thigh. maybe he could get keith to cum from it.
he groans against his cheek, nipping the barest amount at the high cresting of it before lifting his head. suspended above keith, shiro resists the urge to get his hips down and rub his dick against keith’s. instead, he weathers the throb and maintains some semblance of control as he smirks down at keith. ]
You tell me.
[ he fixes a calm, assessing look on the other, though the continued smirk off-sets it. his cock gives another throb and – god, it feels heavy as it hangs, pre dripping from the tip to splatter at keith’s skin. ]
Do you think you deserve some spanking after denying me your cock?