[ the fingers probing at his lip and teeth make keith release and relax, the purring only coming to a pause when shiro turns filthy suggestion towards his slicked up backside. after everything they've just shared together, it shouldn't be possible for his boyfriend to still make him blush like a virgin, but keith's cheeks flush warm and rosy.
of course, shiro's tasted him there before. it'd made keith anxious then, too, because surely ass can't taste great? in the end, keith's only gotten some indirect confirmation that it must not be awful if anon/shiro keeps doing it, which in turn became some sick, toe-curling guilty pleasure over getting fucked open in that way.
but there's a new unknown variable at play here now. the clear, musky slick dripping from his ass is something keith still can't wrap his mind around. shiro accepts it, accepts him, but truthfully it's a little mortifying. clenching subconsciously, keith holds eye contact for a long moment, searching shiro's face for that extra bit of reassurance before finally swallowing and speaking up. ]
I want... I want you to listen to me for just a bit.
[ a little more than listen. giving little regard for the sticky mess that's s coating shiro's thighs, keith climbs into his lap and cups his cheeks with both hands. ]
All that just now... it's because I trust you.
[ that's not news. keith's trusted shiro with his life for a long time now. the trust with his body is new – newer, rather, because it turns out with shiro being anon, that trust has been there for longer than keith himself knew. trying to unpack every implication from the library up til their last tryst in the poolside house is going to take time, but it doesn't change anything about the conclusion. keith arches up, leaning heavy chest to chest to encourage shiro to lie back on the mattress. ]
I trust you and I... [ love you? keith's expression fractures, briefly mangling his lower lip as he presses his forehead to shiro's. ... I guess, I just need you to know that this is special for me.
[ special. fuck what an understatement. heart beat-beating faster, keith splits his thighs to properly straddle shiro's hips and presses a sweet kiss to his lips. ]
lol the list of enhanced words is incredible
of course, shiro's tasted him there before. it'd made keith anxious then, too, because surely ass can't taste great? in the end, keith's only gotten some indirect confirmation that it must not be awful if anon/shiro keeps doing it, which in turn became some sick, toe-curling guilty pleasure over getting fucked open in that way.
but there's a new unknown variable at play here now. the clear, musky slick dripping from his ass is something keith still can't wrap his mind around. shiro accepts it, accepts him, but truthfully it's a little mortifying. clenching subconsciously, keith holds eye contact for a long moment, searching shiro's face for that extra bit of reassurance before finally swallowing and speaking up. ]
I want... I want you to listen to me for just a bit.
[ a little more than listen. giving little regard for the sticky mess that's s coating shiro's thighs, keith climbs into his lap and cups his cheeks with both hands. ]
All that just now... it's because I trust you.
[ that's not news. keith's trusted shiro with his life for a long time now. the trust with his body is new – newer, rather, because it turns out with shiro being anon, that trust has been there for longer than keith himself knew. trying to unpack every implication from the library up til their last tryst in the poolside house is going to take time, but it doesn't change anything about the conclusion. keith arches up, leaning heavy chest to chest to encourage shiro to lie back on the mattress. ]
I trust you and I... [ love you? keith's expression fractures, briefly mangling his lower lip as he presses his forehead to shiro's. ... I guess, I just need you to know that this is special for me.
[ special. fuck what an understatement. heart beat-beating faster, keith splits his thighs to properly straddle shiro's hips and presses a sweet kiss to his lips. ]
So... just. Remember that, okay?