[ unbelievable. he thought keith was breathtaking before, but now… goodness, now look at him. palm laid flat to keith’s ass, shiro rubs soft and slow at the abused skin, all the while watching keith tremble in the aftermath. there’s so much to look at and shiro is near frantic in his greed to see all of it: the tight curl of those hands, the shudder of his frame, the clench of his hole when he moves his hand just right to get a glimpse. he’s fucking gorgeous. his face, of course, is beyond comparison and soon enough, shiro’s gaze lands on that half-turned face. it isn’t enough. not only because he's gifted with only half, but also due to the amount of hair that continually clumps and obscures by easing back into position.
momentarily abandoning his placement at keith’s neck, shiro pushes the hair out of keith’s face once more to open up those eyes. those eyes that are not as they have always been, and not just in the sense that they’re glossy and unfocused. the sclera is yellowed. the irises seem smaller? narrower? he blinks and drops his gaze to that panting mouth, seeing pointed tips behind slack lips. it’s a watered down version of what shiro saw almost two months ago but it doesn’t take long for him to find a conclusion and jump right to it. ]
Holy shit.
[ you’re turning galra, though he never finds the voice to actually say it. it’s an alarming thought. a concerning thought, too. they should stop and evaluate what it going on here, because how is that even possible? did keith enroll in another clinical trial? honestly, he doesn’t actually get that far in his thought process. he stalls at turning galra and then swings heavily to his memory bank to dig up one in which he had anonymous on his hands and knees, stroking at his insides as his tail swished and his violet skin flushed a dark purple. ]
Keith. Fuck.
[ it’s so breathy. so weak on his tongue, because he’s simply gone with the pile of questions forming in his head. is he going to sprout a tail next? turn purple? is he going to pop a constellation of prostates and mewl for another half-hour orgasm? ]
Yeah. [ still too weak. he forces strength into his voice. ] Yeah, fuck, you need me so bad. [ desire makes him sloppy; he’s heavy handed in the way he pulls more hair out of his face, making sure it doesn’t fall back into place. desire makes him mouthy, too. ]
Love you begging for it. Love you straining for it. Love you… [ he cuts off for a throaty groan, having moved his hand between keith’s ass cheeks, and there, at the first brush of his still slick, sticky fingers, his focus shifts. ]
You’ve earned this. [ he shoves two fingers in to his bottom knuckles and immediately scissors them apart, brushing deep and brushing hard, trying to map him out a constellation to follow. ] So take it, baby. Fuck my thighs and cum all over me. Do it, do it now.
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momentarily abandoning his placement at keith’s neck, shiro pushes the hair out of keith’s face once more to open up those eyes. those eyes that are not as they have always been, and not just in the sense that they’re glossy and unfocused. the sclera is yellowed. the irises seem smaller? narrower? he blinks and drops his gaze to that panting mouth, seeing pointed tips behind slack lips. it’s a watered down version of what shiro saw almost two months ago but it doesn’t take long for him to find a conclusion and jump right to it. ]
Holy shit.
[ you’re turning galra, though he never finds the voice to actually say it. it’s an alarming thought. a concerning thought, too. they should stop and evaluate what it going on here, because how is that even possible? did keith enroll in another clinical trial? honestly, he doesn’t actually get that far in his thought process. he stalls at turning galra and then swings heavily to his memory bank to dig up one in which he had anonymous on his hands and knees, stroking at his insides as his tail swished and his violet skin flushed a dark purple. ]
Keith. Fuck.
[ it’s so breathy. so weak on his tongue, because he’s simply gone with the pile of questions forming in his head. is he going to sprout a tail next? turn purple? is he going to pop a constellation of prostates and mewl for another half-hour orgasm? ]
Yeah. [ still too weak. he forces strength into his voice. ] Yeah, fuck, you need me so bad. [ desire makes him sloppy; he’s heavy handed in the way he pulls more hair out of his face, making sure it doesn’t fall back into place. desire makes him mouthy, too. ]
Love you begging for it. Love you straining for it. Love you… [ he cuts off for a throaty groan, having moved his hand between keith’s ass cheeks, and there, at the first brush of his still slick, sticky fingers, his focus shifts. ]
You’ve earned this. [ he shoves two fingers in to his bottom knuckles and immediately scissors them apart, brushing deep and brushing hard, trying to map him out a constellation to follow. ] So take it, baby. Fuck my thighs and cum all over me. Do it, do it now.