[ shiro has a conundrum. he’s losing ground in this game of theirs. sex is a partnership, so he should be delighted by keith’s lip – and he is, truly – but he’s stuck on the powerplay and the headiness of his chosen role. conceding so quickly to keith’s demands would be enjoyable for both of them, it’s true; however, drawing it out with a denial, to make keith pout and squirm against his thighs would also be immensely satisfying to witness. so which does he want more for keith and for himself?
he grins, helpless to the reflex to, and shakes his head in a slow, fondly exasperated way. throughout, his fingers continue to brush, the hook of his index pressing a little more, to test and edge keith closer to the point of too much. ]
I did and I think you’re far too mouthy for someone draped across my lap.
[ shiro isn’t ignorant to keith’s tightness. his pink, winking hole wants to keep clenching closed and keep his prodding fingers out. perhaps it’s keith’s own retaliation. perhaps they will keep escalating this, denying and teasing each other to frustration until the damn of desire breaks and subsequently, one of them with it. shiro intends for keith to be the one pleading, so, he starts with pulling his hand free to grab the lube bottle. ]
I decide when you get your next spank. Right now, you’ll just have to settle for this.
[ a squirt nozzle at the end makes it easy to tip the bottle over and drizzle lube directly. he squirts at the top of his crack, letting the slickness slide down and find its own way to his hole. shiro slicks up his own fingers of his flesh hand and then drops the bottle, nozzle closed. and then he’s touching his slick fingers to that slick hole, the utter excess of wetness briefly reminding him of keith’s purple, self-lubricating ass. he groans, part grateful that keith isn’t privy to where his thoughts have gone. ]
Remember to relax.
[ and let him in, because his fingers are playing once more, the pad of his index pressed flush to the center of that opening. a slight curl and then he’s testing with a push. ]
i am being slandered per usual
he grins, helpless to the reflex to, and shakes his head in a slow, fondly exasperated way. throughout, his fingers continue to brush, the hook of his index pressing a little more, to test and edge keith closer to the point of too much. ]
I did and I think you’re far too mouthy for someone draped across my lap.
[ shiro isn’t ignorant to keith’s tightness. his pink, winking hole wants to keep clenching closed and keep his prodding fingers out. perhaps it’s keith’s own retaliation. perhaps they will keep escalating this, denying and teasing each other to frustration until the damn of desire breaks and subsequently, one of them with it. shiro intends for keith to be the one pleading, so, he starts with pulling his hand free to grab the lube bottle. ]
I decide when you get your next spank. Right now, you’ll just have to settle for this.
[ a squirt nozzle at the end makes it easy to tip the bottle over and drizzle lube directly. he squirts at the top of his crack, letting the slickness slide down and find its own way to his hole. shiro slicks up his own fingers of his flesh hand and then drops the bottle, nozzle closed. and then he’s touching his slick fingers to that slick hole, the utter excess of wetness briefly reminding him of keith’s purple, self-lubricating ass. he groans, part grateful that keith isn’t privy to where his thoughts have gone. ]
Remember to relax.
[ and let him in, because his fingers are playing once more, the pad of his index pressed flush to the center of that opening. a slight curl and then he’s testing with a push. ]