[ wound up so far beyond endurance, keith's head is nothing but electric currents and static. he can't hold onto a single thought, let alone parse out what it is that shiro wants from him at this point. completely at the whims of his boyfriend, keith keeps trembling, overwrought with beautiful tension as he blinks back moisture from his eyes. what's coming next? another lecture on patience? a spank for his failure to listen? another round of building up to a precipice? actual release?
fuck he doesn't know. the uncertainty lights some primal part of his lizard brain on fire, screaming deliriously at a breaking point as shiro tugs sharply at his bangs to clear the hair from his face. keith groans so loudly, no longer fucking caring about shows of restraint or self preservation, blearily staring back at shiro, open mouthed and panting heavily, his one visible eye now a slit iris with a dilated pupil.
frankly, keith isn't even seeing straight. he's coming apart at the seams and fuck, keith has never allowed anyone to see him like this. the entire universe collapses down to just shiro's face, his voice, his touch, the incredible heat coming off his body – everything comes down to the bond he has with this best friend and...
...he's been here before. in another life, there'd been a moment where keith had held on tight to an unconscious shiro's wrist, free falling towards an abyss and nothing else in the universe had mattered.
love you begging for it. love you straining for it. love you...
the noise that escapes keith's lips is one he has no control over. something visceral and animalistic in its yearning, unchained and unrepressed for the first time in months comes tumbling straight out of his throat, his fucking soul, keening and pitched on the verge of shattering into sobs.
love you...
of all things shiro could have said to him, it really had to be that, here and now, when keith doesn't have his guards up or the mental energy to carefully reconstruct the barriers around his feelings, huh? no. instead, shiro holds him down to bask in the taste of something keith had written off as an impossible, futile and stupid thing to chase after.
but of course shiro doesn't stop to let a reeling keith recover. slick, spread fingers push right back into his hole and keith screams as shiro bullies his way up a line of sensitive, drooling glands. hole fluttering uncontrollably, the scream peters off into hitched breaths as keith whines, voice cracking and pitched high. ]
Shiro! Fuck, please – please,, wanna hear it again!
[ desperate and tailspinning, keith arches his back, deepening the curve of his spine. hands clench tight around fresh handfuls of mangled bedsheets, thighs shakily inching further apart as keith sucks in a deep breath and slams his hips down, cock rolling hard over shiro's quads. it's completely mindless, keith seemingly having no awareness whatsoever for the way slick drips profusely from his hole, or for the subtle purpling of his skin where he's flushed hot. his pacing is frenetic, dazed, nothing more than a series of quick hard jerks of his hips to get enough friction on his cock to tip his head back and wail shiro's name as his body thrums, mind ascending as his balls pulse and empties shot after shot of cum. ]
LISTEN i take no joy in that??? i was merely making cultural observations.
fuck he doesn't know. the uncertainty lights some primal part of his lizard brain on fire, screaming deliriously at a breaking point as shiro tugs sharply at his bangs to clear the hair from his face. keith groans so loudly, no longer fucking caring about shows of restraint or self preservation, blearily staring back at shiro, open mouthed and panting heavily, his one visible eye now a slit iris with a dilated pupil.
frankly, keith isn't even seeing straight. he's coming apart at the seams and fuck, keith has never allowed anyone to see him like this. the entire universe collapses down to just shiro's face, his voice, his touch, the incredible heat coming off his body – everything comes down to the bond he has with this best friend and...
...he's been here before. in another life, there'd been a moment where keith had held on tight to an unconscious shiro's wrist, free falling towards an abyss and nothing else in the universe had mattered.
love you begging for it. love you straining for it. love you...
the noise that escapes keith's lips is one he has no control over. something visceral and animalistic in its yearning, unchained and unrepressed for the first time in months comes tumbling straight out of his throat, his fucking soul, keening and pitched on the verge of shattering into sobs.
love you...
of all things shiro could have said to him, it really had to be that, here and now, when keith doesn't have his guards up or the mental energy to carefully reconstruct the barriers around his feelings, huh? no. instead, shiro holds him down to bask in the taste of something keith had written off as an impossible, futile and stupid thing to chase after.
but of course shiro doesn't stop to let a reeling keith recover. slick, spread fingers push right back into his hole and keith screams as shiro bullies his way up a line of sensitive, drooling glands. hole fluttering uncontrollably, the scream peters off into hitched breaths as keith whines, voice cracking and pitched high. ]
Shiro! Fuck, please – please,, wanna hear it again!
[ desperate and tailspinning, keith arches his back, deepening the curve of his spine. hands clench tight around fresh handfuls of mangled bedsheets, thighs shakily inching further apart as keith sucks in a deep breath and slams his hips down, cock rolling hard over shiro's quads. it's completely mindless, keith seemingly having no awareness whatsoever for the way slick drips profusely from his hole, or for the subtle purpling of his skin where he's flushed hot. his pacing is frenetic, dazed, nothing more than a series of quick hard jerks of his hips to get enough friction on his cock to tip his head back and wail shiro's name as his body thrums, mind ascending as his balls pulse and empties shot after shot of cum. ]