[ shiro's cock is a weighty thing, thick and full to grind his own cock against, and damn near overwhelming when it slots into his mouth or ass. keith is reminded of all that when it smacks his side and smears warmth on his flushed skin. honestly, he doesn't mean to groan just thinking about it, but there are cool fingers in his hair, pulling and keith mewls in answer, cock head painting a new line of pre on shiro's thighs as keith rocks into that firm grip before rolling to press back flush to the warmer hand on his ass.

in the back of his mind, keith wonders if he could cum just like this, grinding his cock against the solid muscle of shiro's legs all the while rocking back and forth between each of shiro's strong hands, flesh to metal, metal to flesh. the possibility alone is a little mortifying, and keith stills, breathing hard and a little grateful for the distraction of conversation.

but fuck -- how is he meant to answer that? does he answer honestly? or play into a role of some unrepentant delinquent who needs to be broken down into submission? the question swims in his head before keith remembers no hiding. this is meant to be something real between him and shiro for the first time, but he wonders if his real, nervous self is appealing. he drags in a deep, centering breath, twisting a little to hold shiro's gaze as best he can from the corner of his eye. ]

I always want your favor, sir.

[ he huffs, amusement partly swallowed up by another hitched breath. ]

But I don't want you to go easy on me. That's not how we are. I- I can take it.

[ heh. it's what he wrote to anon the day he lost his virginity. i want to feel it. i can take it. somehow, he never quite imagined saying those words out loud, but seeing the molten look in shiro's eyes and feeling the heavy press of his cock on his body, the words simply fall out keith's brain. ]

All of it. So give it to me.