[ if indeed. there's little point to playing up any plausible deniability with his desires that way when it's abundantly clear what it is keith wants. shiro's hand isn't even moving anymore, leaving keith to rut pitifully back and forth onto what little shiro is willing to give, and still the constant friction of his cock on thighs keeps him teetering on the edge of simply abandoning this show of good behavior. all it'd take is a solid dig of nails into the mattress for leverage to go ahead and give his boyfriend's thighs a proper fucking.
but on the next roll back of his hips, the stretch at his rim doubles with the unexpected addition of a second finger and keith moans helplessly as his own momentum forces him to open for it. ]
Fuuuuck…!
[ keith drags out the mewl, partly muffling it into the sheets as shiro rubs between his shoulder blades and then shifts pressure back on to his neck. bad move, evidently, or is it a good one? with keith's head swimming the way it is, he can't say he wholly remembers if he's meant to be bad or good or what precisely earns him punishments and what earns him a reward. all he knows is that there are fingers combing thorugh and yanking at his hair and keith abandons his mouthful of sheet to whine and lift his head to hold whatever position his boyfriend demands.
shiro's hand is moving again, meeting his ass for deeper thrusts and keith's breath becomes nothing but a collection of gasping and pitched noises whenever fingers bully his prostate. but the most damning part of it is having shiro bend low to murmur praise right by his ear. keith keeps his eyes open to look, but the his focus is lost to a vortex of urgency and burning as the rolling jolts zipping from his ass to his cock whittle away what's left of keith's minimal composure. ]
Oh fuck, sir, sir! I'm gonna -- please!
[ the pleading turns to an outright sob of frustration as shiro pulls out, leaving his slicked hole to gape and flutter around the negative imprint of warm fingers. ]
Shiro, please I wanna cum, I need – ahhh!
[ the spank comes down and keith buckles with a loud drawn out groan. the crack reverberates in his ears, then the stinging bursts across his backside. compared to the things keith's endured over the last year or so, this low grade throb is nothing. but it doesn't matter how many times keith tells himself that because he's never endured anything like this while his dick was throbbing, one fucking touch away from unloading two ruined orgasms worth of cum. keith shivers, trying to steady his breath, but there's a second spank that lands exactly where the first one did, and keith isn't able to hold back a long pitiful wail as his body trembles uncontrollably.
it's not just that his ass feels red-hot and tingly under shiro's hand, it's that his entire pelvvis is fucking throbbing, pulsing hard with his heart that's now beating so loudly in his ears that keith swears it's physically in the cube, on their bed, beating and ready to detonate. words fail him completely, reduced to nothing but stuttered stop-starts as his mouth tries to form sounds around growing fangs. unfocused eyes take on a yellow sheen as keith tries to come back into himself through the constant thrum of desperately needing, wanting and not getting any kind of release. ]
Puh…puh… patience yields fucking focus, I know! I know. I just – lemme cum once! Please, sir, I can't – I can't do this! I need to, I need you, please!
I ALWAYS deserve this badge
but on the next roll back of his hips, the stretch at his rim doubles with the unexpected addition of a second finger and keith moans helplessly as his own momentum forces him to open for it. ]
Fuuuuck…!
[ keith drags out the mewl, partly muffling it into the sheets as shiro rubs between his shoulder blades and then shifts pressure back on to his neck. bad move, evidently, or is it a good one? with keith's head swimming the way it is, he can't say he wholly remembers if he's meant to be bad or good or what precisely earns him punishments and what earns him a reward. all he knows is that there are fingers combing thorugh and yanking at his hair and keith abandons his mouthful of sheet to whine and lift his head to hold whatever position his boyfriend demands.
shiro's hand is moving again, meeting his ass for deeper thrusts and keith's breath becomes nothing but a collection of gasping and pitched noises whenever fingers bully his prostate. but the most damning part of it is having shiro bend low to murmur praise right by his ear. keith keeps his eyes open to look, but the his focus is lost to a vortex of urgency and burning as the rolling jolts zipping from his ass to his cock whittle away what's left of keith's minimal composure. ]
Oh fuck, sir, sir! I'm gonna -- please!
[ the pleading turns to an outright sob of frustration as shiro pulls out, leaving his slicked hole to gape and flutter around the negative imprint of warm fingers. ]
Shiro, please I wanna cum, I need – ahhh!
[ the spank comes down and keith buckles with a loud drawn out groan. the crack reverberates in his ears, then the stinging bursts across his backside. compared to the things keith's endured over the last year or so, this low grade throb is nothing. but it doesn't matter how many times keith tells himself that because he's never endured anything like this while his dick was throbbing, one fucking touch away from unloading two ruined orgasms worth of cum. keith shivers, trying to steady his breath, but there's a second spank that lands exactly where the first one did, and keith isn't able to hold back a long pitiful wail as his body trembles uncontrollably.
it's not just that his ass feels red-hot and tingly under shiro's hand, it's that his entire pelvvis is fucking throbbing, pulsing hard with his heart that's now beating so loudly in his ears that keith swears it's physically in the cube, on their bed, beating and ready to detonate. words fail him completely, reduced to nothing but stuttered stop-starts as his mouth tries to form sounds around growing fangs. unfocused eyes take on a yellow sheen as keith tries to come back into himself through the constant thrum of desperately needing, wanting and not getting any kind of release. ]
Puh…puh… patience yields fucking focus, I know! I know. I just – lemme cum once! Please, sir, I can't – I can't do this! I need to, I need you, please!