[ shiro moves away and keith takes one slightly hitched breath before pushing himself up to sitting, watching with an nervous chew and roll of his lower lip as his boyfriend grabs a bottle of lube from underneath a pillow. inexperienced as keith is, he manages to keep the knee jerk question why do you need lube for spanking? in check. and thank fuck for that because lube only has so many uses in this context.
feeling sheepish and wildly virginal all over again, keith gets to his knees and ducks his head, trying to get his hair to obscure the heavy blush still on his face. wrapping his mind around the concept of rewards and punishment sets off a flurry of heart palpitations that he tries to beat down with a swallow and a gentle clearing of his throat as he crawls over towards shiro. somehow it's easier to just stare at his boyfriend's hungry cock and be lured in closer than it is to actually be thinking about anything at all.
taking one glance up at shiro's face for a beat of reassurance, keith takes a deep breath then places his palms, one after another onto gorgeously muscled thighs, then keeps pushing past until his hips roughly line up with the center of shiro's spread legs. squirmy from some combination of nervous arousal, he pauses to gasp when his cock head grazes the inside of shiro's thigh, and shivers as he lays down flat, face and knees on the bedding with ass propped and raised up on his boy's legs. tension wraps visibly around his shoulders and back as he he shifts to get comfortable. in the end, he mostly succeeds in working himself up by rubbing his wet cock on quads. breath hitching, keith grits his teeth then grabs two fistfuls of the sheet and forces himself to relax. ]
How's this, sir?
[ is that good? does his ass look particularly spankable? keith catches himself asking the question and suddenly has no answer to the question of who he is anymore. it's all... fuck. this ought to be more embarrassing, right? ass bare, asking his boyfriend for a spanking and yet... everything about it feels a little too surreal and too overheated for his dick to do more than continue to ooze pre. he takes a deep breath, twisting his face to lie on his cheek. it's hard to catch a proper glimpse of shiro's face from this angle, but he knows shiro can see him this way and.... yeah. he wants shiro to see. putting out another breath, keith adds to the elevation of his ass by lifting up slightly on his knees. ]
ah. so i should expect another blizzard then.
feeling sheepish and wildly virginal all over again, keith gets to his knees and ducks his head, trying to get his hair to obscure the heavy blush still on his face. wrapping his mind around the concept of rewards and punishment sets off a flurry of heart palpitations that he tries to beat down with a swallow and a gentle clearing of his throat as he crawls over towards shiro. somehow it's easier to just stare at his boyfriend's hungry cock and be lured in closer than it is to actually be thinking about anything at all.
taking one glance up at shiro's face for a beat of reassurance, keith takes a deep breath then places his palms, one after another onto gorgeously muscled thighs, then keeps pushing past until his hips roughly line up with the center of shiro's spread legs. squirmy from some combination of nervous arousal, he pauses to gasp when his cock head grazes the inside of shiro's thigh, and shivers as he lays down flat, face and knees on the bedding with ass propped and raised up on his boy's legs. tension wraps visibly around his shoulders and back as he he shifts to get comfortable. in the end, he mostly succeeds in working himself up by rubbing his wet cock on quads. breath hitching, keith grits his teeth then grabs two fistfuls of the sheet and forces himself to relax. ]
How's this, sir?
[ is that good? does his ass look particularly spankable? keith catches himself asking the question and suddenly has no answer to the question of who he is anymore. it's all... fuck. this ought to be more embarrassing, right? ass bare, asking his boyfriend for a spanking and yet... everything about it feels a little too surreal and too overheated for his dick to do more than continue to ooze pre. he takes a deep breath, twisting his face to lie on his cheek. it's hard to catch a proper glimpse of shiro's face from this angle, but he knows shiro can see him this way and.... yeah. he wants shiro to see. putting out another breath, keith adds to the elevation of his ass by lifting up slightly on his knees. ]
Or like this?