[ well, fuck. there goes shiro’s last hope that this wouldn’t become a thing for him. keith’s reaction is breathtaking. shiro doesn’t get off on pain, it’s not that at all, but he does enjoy a challenge. this is testing the boundaries of what is expected of him and him daring to defy them. this is him pushing keith to an edge and patiently waiting him out, to see what he does. it’s as keith said before: that’s not how they are. they don’t curb challenges and water them down into easier, safer options. they push each other. they goad each other. they excel together.
he’s just so fucking responsive. it’s not a new realization. even with barriers between them, shiro had been able to pick up on anonymous’ responsiveness, from the generous fluttering of his hole for the barest stimuli to the wild abandon of pushing his body closer, harder against the door to meet shiro’s mouth or take more of shiro’s dick.
nonetheless, even though expected, it’s not as though he pictured it just right in his head of how keith would take a slap. the boy’s body shifts with it, absorbing some, but still driving forward to push his hard cock against his thighs. shiro’s cock brushes against him, too, and dammit, it doesn’t nearly undo him, but his metaphoric grip on himself slips. cock warm and heavy, wet and pulsing… shiro tries not to give that desire any more control, but it’s difficult to keep his mind clear and unfogged when keith is pushing up into his metal hand, only to collapse back down, groaning low and throaty into those tightly clasped sheets.
hand still solid to keith’s ass, shiro keeps pressure to where his palm has landed, and then, slowly, gives the boy’s ass a brief rub. dragging his gaze away to look to his ass, shiro gently peels back his hand with a tilt of his wrist that keeps the pinky side of his hand still glued to those cheeks. he’s peeking; only wanting to get a glimpse of pale skin beginning to pink. it’s far too early – or perhaps he hasn’t hit hard enough – but he supposes he can be patient.
i’m not a baby. do it again.
… yes, he can definitely be patient. he makes the mistake of looking to keith’s face, again feeling his control slip at the unfiltered, raw show of arousal found there. he clicks his tongue to feign aloofness and then shifts his gaze away again, hand pressing flat to keith’s ass again. ]
I must’ve misheard. [ and then his hand is moving again, this time lifting completely. not to pull back for another spank; no, not yet. instead, his fingers tease in the split of his cheeks, brushing dry, too dry fingertips against his hole. ] That couldn’t have been you ordering me to do something.
[ he scrapes his fingernail at his rim, huffing a low, amused sound. ]
my first tag was wholesome and yours was filth, ic how this year is going to pan out
he’s just so fucking responsive. it’s not a new realization. even with barriers between them, shiro had been able to pick up on anonymous’ responsiveness, from the generous fluttering of his hole for the barest stimuli to the wild abandon of pushing his body closer, harder against the door to meet shiro’s mouth or take more of shiro’s dick.
nonetheless, even though expected, it’s not as though he pictured it just right in his head of how keith would take a slap. the boy’s body shifts with it, absorbing some, but still driving forward to push his hard cock against his thighs. shiro’s cock brushes against him, too, and dammit, it doesn’t nearly undo him, but his metaphoric grip on himself slips. cock warm and heavy, wet and pulsing… shiro tries not to give that desire any more control, but it’s difficult to keep his mind clear and unfogged when keith is pushing up into his metal hand, only to collapse back down, groaning low and throaty into those tightly clasped sheets.
hand still solid to keith’s ass, shiro keeps pressure to where his palm has landed, and then, slowly, gives the boy’s ass a brief rub. dragging his gaze away to look to his ass, shiro gently peels back his hand with a tilt of his wrist that keeps the pinky side of his hand still glued to those cheeks. he’s peeking; only wanting to get a glimpse of pale skin beginning to pink. it’s far too early – or perhaps he hasn’t hit hard enough – but he supposes he can be patient.
i’m not a baby. do it again.
… yes, he can definitely be patient. he makes the mistake of looking to keith’s face, again feeling his control slip at the unfiltered, raw show of arousal found there. he clicks his tongue to feign aloofness and then shifts his gaze away again, hand pressing flat to keith’s ass again. ]
I must’ve misheard. [ and then his hand is moving again, this time lifting completely. not to pull back for another spank; no, not yet. instead, his fingers tease in the split of his cheeks, brushing dry, too dry fingertips against his hole. ] That couldn’t have been you ordering me to do something.
[ he scrapes his fingernail at his rim, huffing a low, amused sound. ]
Correct?