[ that’s right. he’s barely put anything inside. he’s tempted to slide his middle finger to his index and jump right to two, deep-diving fingers. the game here is about punishment, right? pushing the limits, teasing the boundaries, pretending that giving keith pleasure is some sort of lesson to be learned… – two would be a lot at first, but keith’s taken far larger things than fingers. he’s even taken these fingers multiple times. but even as he thinks this, he keeps himself at bay, because this isn’t riding the coattails of an anonymous hookup. it’s been close to a month since he last stretched keith open and while he doubts keith has been celibate in terms of his own touch, shiro doesn’t actually know what it is keith’s been doing to and for himself these past weeks.
does he finger fuck himself in the shower? does he have himself a toy to sit on when he’s alone in his cube? maybe, maybe not. all shiro knows is that keith’s body tensed up the moment he brushed his hole. patience. whatever ridiculousness they get up to in this verbal sparring of theirs does not, by any means, take precedence over keith’s comfort. so he sinks in slow, drawing enjoyment from the clench of keith’s body and the breathlessness of his voice. shiro said it before, that he could pleasure keith for hours, and that thought still rings true. his own dick might protest to it – it currently is, with it flushing dark and weeping pre at the tip as it throbs there against keith’s side – but shiro would thoroughly enjoy sitting just like this, mapping out keith’s insides with slow moving fingers. inevitably, he’d work up to his mouth and to his dick, to thoroughly claim this ass. for the time being, though, he has to admit that the vantage point is unbelievably good.
he watches his finger disappear and watches his hand butt, only drawing his gaze away from those beautifully split asscheeks when keith touches at metal. the laugh that comes next is soft, an air of chiding to it that is only meant in fondness. ]
Oh, Sweetheart, you’re already exactly as I like.
[ he may play pretend at taking issue at keith’s mouthiness, but he’s thoroughly enjoying himself. easy to when keith is gorgeous and open, so incapable of muting the wants of his body as he involuntarily chases after shiro’s touch or pants for more. he’s lovely to watch and to listen to, and shiro feels absolutely spoiled having keith docile and willing, here in his lap. ]
I couldn’t dream of anyone better.
[ he wriggles his finger around inside, teasing the smoothness of muscle, only to draw out until the tip, to his nailbed, is kept inside. he circles it around, widening the twirl to press against the rim and force the stretch wider. ]
See – feel that? You open so beautifully for me. [ he sinks back in shortly thereafter, testing the give of keith’s body through a few, following thrusts. throughout, he brushes hair back from keith’s face, trailing metal fingers down his neck to rest, now, over the hard knob at the top of his spine. ] It’s so easy being with you.
OKAY TRUE and it touched my lil heart ; ~ ; ty for being so kind
does he finger fuck himself in the shower? does he have himself a toy to sit on when he’s alone in his cube? maybe, maybe not. all shiro knows is that keith’s body tensed up the moment he brushed his hole. patience. whatever ridiculousness they get up to in this verbal sparring of theirs does not, by any means, take precedence over keith’s comfort. so he sinks in slow, drawing enjoyment from the clench of keith’s body and the breathlessness of his voice. shiro said it before, that he could pleasure keith for hours, and that thought still rings true. his own dick might protest to it – it currently is, with it flushing dark and weeping pre at the tip as it throbs there against keith’s side – but shiro would thoroughly enjoy sitting just like this, mapping out keith’s insides with slow moving fingers. inevitably, he’d work up to his mouth and to his dick, to thoroughly claim this ass. for the time being, though, he has to admit that the vantage point is unbelievably good.
he watches his finger disappear and watches his hand butt, only drawing his gaze away from those beautifully split asscheeks when keith touches at metal. the laugh that comes next is soft, an air of chiding to it that is only meant in fondness. ]
Oh, Sweetheart, you’re already exactly as I like.
[ he may play pretend at taking issue at keith’s mouthiness, but he’s thoroughly enjoying himself. easy to when keith is gorgeous and open, so incapable of muting the wants of his body as he involuntarily chases after shiro’s touch or pants for more. he’s lovely to watch and to listen to, and shiro feels absolutely spoiled having keith docile and willing, here in his lap. ]
I couldn’t dream of anyone better.
[ he wriggles his finger around inside, teasing the smoothness of muscle, only to draw out until the tip, to his nailbed, is kept inside. he circles it around, widening the twirl to press against the rim and force the stretch wider. ]
See – feel that? You open so beautifully for me. [ he sinks back in shortly thereafter, testing the give of keith’s body through a few, following thrusts. throughout, he brushes hair back from keith’s face, trailing metal fingers down his neck to rest, now, over the hard knob at the top of his spine. ] It’s so easy being with you.