[ … oh. look at him move. shiro pauses in the motion of his hand and merely holds position, letting keith’s body make up the difference as it rocks back and forth over his one finger. fuck, why is it only one? keith’s babbling things again and shiro’s listening, of course he’s drinking up every one of those breathy words, but he is absentminded in his attention, eyes fixated on the point of contact. there’s a question being posed to him, to which shiro draws his voice out on a hum and then, on the forward roll of keith’s hips, he slips his middle finger along his index, pushing it past keith’s rim and getting it in position to be engulfed on the next backward push.
keith’s body takes it well. pleased, shiro rubs the metal of his hand in the space between his shoulderblades and then back up, higher this time, to rest over his neck. he laughs. ]
If. [ he weaves fingers through his hair, still there at his neck, and gives a tug by fisting into his palm. ] Heh. No sense in being coy, Keith. It’s obvious you want to be filled. You’re fucking yourself already.
[ it isn’t good enough though, huh? which does he want more though? more fingers? his tongue? his cock? just thinking about rearranging this boy on his lap and bending him forward so he can slide him down, over his cock has him throbbing harder, to the kind of pleasant pain that makes him want to squirm. stubbornly, he stays still, refusing to concede even an inch. he does, however, coo and sigh, leaning low to hover his mouth close to keith’s ear. ]
Do you have any idea how hot you are right now? [ he groans, fanning hot breath over his ear. ] Damn, Keith – you’re amazing.
[ and then he sits up, eyes once more on the gorgeous display laid out over his lap. he’s still got two fingers pressed inside keith, the motion of his hand meeting every rock of keith’s body… up until this last one. there’s a shift in his voice, the breathy wonderment gone; replaced by a lower, more sultry pitch, voice playfully chastising. ]
But you’re impatient, too. [ he pulls his fingers free. he keeps going though; the whole of his hand pulling back, further and further and… ] Taking things I haven’t given you yet.
[ he brings his hand back in a sharp line. his palm collides with keith’s ass for a loud slap, only pausing for a beat before he pulls his hand away again, lining up but not bringing it down just yet. ]
What have I told you about patience? [ then, he brings it back down, spanking him again. ]
this once, you deserve it
keith’s body takes it well. pleased, shiro rubs the metal of his hand in the space between his shoulderblades and then back up, higher this time, to rest over his neck. he laughs. ]
If. [ he weaves fingers through his hair, still there at his neck, and gives a tug by fisting into his palm. ] Heh. No sense in being coy, Keith. It’s obvious you want to be filled. You’re fucking yourself already.
[ it isn’t good enough though, huh? which does he want more though? more fingers? his tongue? his cock? just thinking about rearranging this boy on his lap and bending him forward so he can slide him down, over his cock has him throbbing harder, to the kind of pleasant pain that makes him want to squirm. stubbornly, he stays still, refusing to concede even an inch. he does, however, coo and sigh, leaning low to hover his mouth close to keith’s ear. ]
Do you have any idea how hot you are right now? [ he groans, fanning hot breath over his ear. ] Damn, Keith – you’re amazing.
[ and then he sits up, eyes once more on the gorgeous display laid out over his lap. he’s still got two fingers pressed inside keith, the motion of his hand meeting every rock of keith’s body… up until this last one. there’s a shift in his voice, the breathy wonderment gone; replaced by a lower, more sultry pitch, voice playfully chastising. ]
But you’re impatient, too. [ he pulls his fingers free. he keeps going though; the whole of his hand pulling back, further and further and… ] Taking things I haven’t given you yet.
[ he brings his hand back in a sharp line. his palm collides with keith’s ass for a loud slap, only pausing for a beat before he pulls his hand away again, lining up but not bringing it down just yet. ]
What have I told you about patience? [ then, he brings it back down, spanking him again. ]