[ shitshitshit. the dry fingers keep adding incremental pressure against the clench of his hole, making keith gasp at the stretch. confidence waning in his assetion that shiro wouldn't finger fuck him dry, he opens his mouth with surrender all but on the tip of his tongue.

for better or for worse, the hand pulls away abruptly, and keith is left with the uncertainty of what he's settling for exactly. cold lube splashes on his ass, making him clench and flutter again as the slick rolls down between his cheeks, on his hole and down the back of his balls. keith shivers, again briefly bucking up into the metal hand keeping his head down before settling back down. toes curling and uncurling, he closes his eyes and lets out a deep, even breath.

he knows what's coming before it's announced, but no specifics. is it one finger? two? three? breathing consciously deliberate, keith holds shiro's gaze through the corner of his eye and groans when a finger pushes squarely on his hole, then breaches. ]

Nngh...

[ moan partly stifled, keith's cock twitches in time with the clench and unclench of his hole as keith breathes through the reflex to push the digit back out. ]

Fuck. [ eyes closing, his voice is heady, the words barely maintained above whine register. ] How do you do this to me? You barely put anything inside and I feel hot already.

[ he huffs, groans then relaxing further into a show of obedience, he murmurs while releasing the sheet with one hand to brush his fingers against the cool metal of shiro's wrist. ]

Tell me what to do.... how to be perfect for you.