[ keith’s breathtaking and shiro has to remind himself to breathe. he’s awkward, too. that much is apparent by that slow, careful crawl and settle of keith’s body over his lap, but even that is a fascinating watch. he’s pretty despite every nervous, uncertain twitch of his body, all lean lines and eager wanting. he makes shiro want so many things; things that shiro doesn’t even consciously realize he wants, not until he’s stumbling right into the desire brought alive by being with this boy.
fuck, it’s embarrassing how hard shiro is for this already. his cock keeps pulsing for it. keeps spitting pre, each throb working more out to have it beading and oozing. keith’s not any better and shiro resists the moan sitting ready in his throat, feeling how wet and solid keith is in his lap. he’s marked by keith in the boy’s own unique way and shiro finds he wants to leave keith sticky as well.
he removes his hand from his cock and it swings forward, straightening up from the hold against his abdominals. it taps against keith, a sharp, unexpected zip of pleasure working straight down his cock and then through the whole of him from the simple connection of skin meeting overheated, sensitive skin. he does grunt then, only to coo in approval as keith works his ass up higher, presenting himself that much more.
fucking hell, this boy doesn’t realize just how lethal he is on shiro’s self-control.
it’s a struggle. a sweet, yet tortuous struggle, that mutes shiro’s words for a moment, mouth suddenly dry and tongue entirely useless. one cycle of recentering breath and then shiro pulls together his wits, voice so husky and so raw that it sounds odd to his own ears. ]
Now you decide to be a good, cooperative boy. Funny how that works.
[ neither of which is a definitive answer to keith’s ask for direction, but the heavy weight of shiro’s flesh hand pressing against keith’s ass is its own granted approval. keith’s got quite a bit of meat there, so shiro’s hand doesn’t exactly dwarf the swells and curves of those cheeks, but it does have his dick reddening with flushed, heated feeling to see the span of his hand laid across him. the bit of pre sticking to that hand is now sticking to keith and gosh, it’s not nearly enough, but it is a start to how thoroughly debauched he is going to make this ass. ]
Is it that you’re trying to gain my favor? [ a beat, in which he spends shifting his gaze from keith’s ass to the turn of his face. another beat and shiro gets his galra hand in keith’s hair, clenching those fingers to catch strands and give them a pull. ] So I’ll go easier on you?
YOU BETTER NOT GET ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE. DON'T EVEN JINX IT
fuck, it’s embarrassing how hard shiro is for this already. his cock keeps pulsing for it. keeps spitting pre, each throb working more out to have it beading and oozing. keith’s not any better and shiro resists the moan sitting ready in his throat, feeling how wet and solid keith is in his lap. he’s marked by keith in the boy’s own unique way and shiro finds he wants to leave keith sticky as well.
he removes his hand from his cock and it swings forward, straightening up from the hold against his abdominals. it taps against keith, a sharp, unexpected zip of pleasure working straight down his cock and then through the whole of him from the simple connection of skin meeting overheated, sensitive skin. he does grunt then, only to coo in approval as keith works his ass up higher, presenting himself that much more.
fucking hell, this boy doesn’t realize just how lethal he is on shiro’s self-control.
it’s a struggle. a sweet, yet tortuous struggle, that mutes shiro’s words for a moment, mouth suddenly dry and tongue entirely useless. one cycle of recentering breath and then shiro pulls together his wits, voice so husky and so raw that it sounds odd to his own ears. ]
Now you decide to be a good, cooperative boy. Funny how that works.
[ neither of which is a definitive answer to keith’s ask for direction, but the heavy weight of shiro’s flesh hand pressing against keith’s ass is its own granted approval. keith’s got quite a bit of meat there, so shiro’s hand doesn’t exactly dwarf the swells and curves of those cheeks, but it does have his dick reddening with flushed, heated feeling to see the span of his hand laid across him. the bit of pre sticking to that hand is now sticking to keith and gosh, it’s not nearly enough, but it is a start to how thoroughly debauched he is going to make this ass. ]
Is it that you’re trying to gain my favor? [ a beat, in which he spends shifting his gaze from keith’s ass to the turn of his face. another beat and shiro gets his galra hand in keith’s hair, clenching those fingers to catch strands and give them a pull. ] So I’ll go easier on you?