[awareness is a fucking dream and bygone conclusion. the fact that the pleasure is unrelenting, wave after wave pulling him back under a thick fog of bliss every time keith so much as tries to resurface is familiar in a way that lulls him into being nothing more than a drooling, mewling mess , ass up but boneless on shiro's lap.
even so, the familiarity in a context that doesn't involve side effects from unwittingly participating in clinical trials and existing in an outright galra form should be fucking horrifying. keith registers as much from a million miles away, the utter chaos of his hybrid body with all its raging, unpredictable hormones little more than a point of detached absurdity. never mind the fact that slick from his ass makes shiro's fingers squelch with every poke and prod and tease, or that his skin is flushed lavender. it's all .. a beautiful kind of oddity as the fingers inside him bully him through another high that makes keith' sob as more slick pulses out of his cock.
but through all of shiro's ministrations and care, it's hard not to keep coming back to the fact that shiro didn't say those two words again. love you continues to echo in keith's head, the only thing he really manages to attach himself to in all of this free falling entropy. love you. keith squeezes his eyes shut, blinking away moisture. love you. it'd been sweet at first, but the empty void of listening for a mirage makes keith ache.
shiro doesn't notice though.. his boyfriend's fingers keep prodding and bullying and keith's overly sensitive, overheated body responds with another tumbling crash, keith helpless in his open mouthed moaning as his cock spills another dribble of cum. but after that, those fingers are pulled right out, and keith slumps, panting and sweaty as he watches shiro furiously jerk himself off.
heat spurts onto his lower back and keith shivers as it trickles and wells. he ought to say something, but clarity refuses to come to him right away. he sucks in several grounding breaths, desperate to regain some coherency because ... fuck. everything between them just now was so much and keith doesn't want to ruin things by being careless. the electric thrumming of his skin fades bit by bit, and soon enough shiro kisses his cheek., the movement of thighs jostling his soft cock and belly.
perhaps characteristically, keith is ineloquent. he groans like he's been kicked in the stomach, then tries to roll off shiro's lap to lie on his back. chest heaving, it still takes him a few beats before he finally manages a hoarse little whisper. ]
... yeah.
[ he blinks, then rubs at his eye. the yellow fades first, but his irises are still slitted, tiny fangs still present. likewise, the lavender sheen slowly settles back to a normal pale peach tone. keith stares dumbly at his hands like it's the first time he's seeing them at all. ]
I've never turned purple before. Not like this. [ frowning, keith coughs and clears his throat though the improvement to the hoarseness is minimal. ] I- .... I don't get it, Shiro. I just ...
[ he swivels his head, to look up at his boyfriend, cutting himself off mid-babbling. ]
... You don't...think it's weird?
[ is he someone still worth loving, even if it's not worth repeating? ]
LISTEN. I AM ONLY POINTING OUT POINTS ONF DIFFERENCE.
even so, the familiarity in a context that doesn't involve side effects from unwittingly participating in clinical trials and existing in an outright galra form should be fucking horrifying. keith registers as much from a million miles away, the utter chaos of his hybrid body with all its raging, unpredictable hormones little more than a point of detached absurdity. never mind the fact that slick from his ass makes shiro's fingers squelch with every poke and prod and tease, or that his skin is flushed lavender. it's all .. a beautiful kind of oddity as the fingers inside him bully him through another high that makes keith' sob as more slick pulses out of his cock.
but through all of shiro's ministrations and care, it's hard not to keep coming back to the fact that shiro didn't say those two words again. love you continues to echo in keith's head, the only thing he really manages to attach himself to in all of this free falling entropy. love you. keith squeezes his eyes shut, blinking away moisture. love you. it'd been sweet at first, but the empty void of listening for a mirage makes keith ache.
shiro doesn't notice though.. his boyfriend's fingers keep prodding and bullying and keith's overly sensitive, overheated body responds with another tumbling crash, keith helpless in his open mouthed moaning as his cock spills another dribble of cum. but after that, those fingers are pulled right out, and keith slumps, panting and sweaty as he watches shiro furiously jerk himself off.
heat spurts onto his lower back and keith shivers as it trickles and wells. he ought to say something, but clarity refuses to come to him right away. he sucks in several grounding breaths, desperate to regain some coherency because ... fuck. everything between them just now was so much and keith doesn't want to ruin things by being careless. the electric thrumming of his skin fades bit by bit, and soon enough shiro kisses his cheek., the movement of thighs jostling his soft cock and belly.
perhaps characteristically, keith is ineloquent. he groans like he's been kicked in the stomach, then tries to roll off shiro's lap to lie on his back. chest heaving, it still takes him a few beats before he finally manages a hoarse little whisper. ]
... yeah.
[ he blinks, then rubs at his eye. the yellow fades first, but his irises are still slitted, tiny fangs still present. likewise, the lavender sheen slowly settles back to a normal pale peach tone. keith stares dumbly at his hands like it's the first time he's seeing them at all. ]
I've never turned purple before. Not like this. [ frowning, keith coughs and clears his throat though the improvement to the hoarseness is minimal. ] I- .... I don't get it, Shiro. I just ...
[ he swivels his head, to look up at his boyfriend, cutting himself off mid-babbling. ]
... You don't...think it's weird?
[ is he someone still worth loving, even if it's not worth repeating? ]