[ keith isn’t the only one completely out of his mind. keith’s unraveling. not through a peephole in the door, not hidden before him under a sheet, not in some guilty pleasure dream that has shiro waking up sticky with more than just sweat. no, he’s right here, laid out like an offering, unfiltered and unapologetic as he follows shiro’s orders to a t. holy fuck, the way he moves. he’s mesmerizing, to the damning point that shiro can’t be bothered to give any bit of his precious focus to anything beyond committing every twitch, jerk and roll of keith’s body to memory. the sounds he makes, too. shiro wishes he had some way of bottling them, because there’s not a chance that he’ll be able to mimic those desperate pitches when he’s alone and drifting, teasing himself with snapshot clips of his moment.

so yes, shiro is intent on giving keith everything he needs to keep him moving, to keep him mewling. no longer will he be reprimanding keith for casting orders when he lacks the authority for it; they’re on level ground. the hitch comes not due to shiro being resistant, but because he doesn’t follow what it is. he’s said a lot of things in the span of a few ticks, his short term memory held exclusively for keith and not so much for whatever filth comes tumbling out of his own mouth.

wanna hear it again? hear what again? that he’s so hot shiro can’t think straight? that he loves watching him? that keith’s earned rubbing himself off in shiro’s goddamn lap?

keith’s full tilt on that last one, cock pushing and grinding against shiro’s quad, into his quad, like he’s trying to fuck a channel through the muscle. shiro flexes from abs to thighs, because it helps distract him from the throb of his own cock that keeps jostling with the movement of keith’s body. so that’s it, huh? ]

That’s it. Fuck me. Cum, baby, you have to show me. [ he’s cooing to a fever pitch, the movement of his fingers ruthless as he follows keith through every rock, pressing hard at every gland he finds. ] Wanna see it so badly.

[ it doesn’t take long for keith to find the precipice of his pleasure and go tumbling off… but it does take a long time for him to find the bottom. is he going to find it? warmth splatters thick over his thighs, catching in the space between them to glob stickily. shiro moans encouragingly, a pinch painfully, because his own cock is twitching and throbbing and – not quite there. but it’s okay, it’s fine, watching keith shake apart is better than chasing after his own orgasm. so it can wait. he can be patient.

… really patient…? the seconds tick by and they’re up to twenty. his fingers are still embedded deep, fingertips at a gland that he hasn't quite backed off from. he thinks then, of anonymous with his purple skin, tail and hidden gems inside his slick sloppy hole. he’s missing the tail, but he’s got the eyes, the fangs, the constellation and the lavender skin, so shiro has to wonder… does he have the potential to whine into the bedding for another twenty-nine minutes? he presses hard into the gland, greedily drinking in the immediate reaction. he’s dreamed of this. he’s lusted for it again and again, never believing that he’d truly get another chance at it, but keith is full of surprises, isn’t he? is it possible to draw this out of him every time? shiro’s heady with the thought, the cogs in his head sluggish and slow moving with the heavy dousing of lust.

but time is sobering. the minutes pass by and while shiro continues to play, to keep keith toeing at the edge, sometimes crossing over it again, he begins to weaken in his drive. he’s torturing himself. and keith, too. as much as he wants this boy sobbing into the bedsheets, he doesn’t want to ruin him for the night. that’s what he did last time and that isn’t as desirable as he once thought, not when shiro is dying to get his cock inside this boy. keith’s hitting another breaking point and it does it for shiro; he can’t maintain through another hitch and moan of his name. his cock pulses and abruptly, shiro pulls his fingers out to wrap them around himself instead, following keith quickly with a one-two pump of his fist.

he chokes on breath, grating out something garbled and messy as he spills himself into the curve of keith’s lower back. white stands out against lavender and it’s gorgeous, really, how globs of it sink into the twin dimples of his pelvis. coming down, he sucks in lungfuls, doing very little to mask the heaviness of them. blinking down at keith, he watches his face for one, two cycles of breath and then can’t stand the distance any longer. ]

Absolutely stunning. [ he’s bent low again, moving his hand so he can place a surprisingly sweet kiss to his cheek. ] You did so good, sweetheart.

[ and then he shifts his thighs, rubbing them together with a pleased hum. ]

I can feel it – how much you blessed me with. You really needed to cum, huh.