[ holding back on what precisely? as far as keith's concerned, all he's doing at present is caving to irritation with the universe writ large, and dragging shiro along. it's hard to deny that it feels good though, in the moment, like defiance is in some way remolding the atmosphere into something a pinch more palatable.
perhaps that's paradoxical. it wasn't that long ago that keith was wholly uncertain about letting shiro go anywhere near his ass with his mouth, but with everything between them being measured out in finite doses until some inevitable, bitter end, a possessive greed flares bright and hot in keith's arteries. ill-advised as that may be, keith can't say he cares. not now. perhaps only later when they're realities apart and he's staring down a white-haired shiro who doesn't want him, but that's a problem to be tackled in the future.
in the present, this shiro who refuses to be his shiro, is grinning at him. encouraging him. and keith grins right back, closing the distance between them to straddle him at the shoulders.
sit on my face had been the instruction, but keith takes a quick detour by grabbing his soft cock and letting it flop on shiro's lips. ]
Kiss me here first.
[ again, it should be strange to be issuing that kind of demand. not too long ago, it'd been simpler to allow shiro to do as he pleased while murmuring his assent and desire for all the attention. but with the tables turned and with keith now on top, he's finding he likes this too. being pushy, demanding and setting the tone to dropkick the melancholy far far away. ]
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perhaps that's paradoxical. it wasn't that long ago that keith was wholly uncertain about letting shiro go anywhere near his ass with his mouth, but with everything between them being measured out in finite doses until some inevitable, bitter end, a possessive greed flares bright and hot in keith's arteries. ill-advised as that may be, keith can't say he cares. not now. perhaps only later when they're realities apart and he's staring down a white-haired shiro who doesn't want him, but that's a problem to be tackled in the future.
in the present, this shiro who refuses to be his shiro, is grinning at him. encouraging him. and keith grins right back, closing the distance between them to straddle him at the shoulders.
sit on my face had been the instruction, but keith takes a quick detour by grabbing his soft cock and letting it flop on shiro's lips. ]
Kiss me here first.
[ again, it should be strange to be issuing that kind of demand. not too long ago, it'd been simpler to allow shiro to do as he pleased while murmuring his assent and desire for all the attention. but with the tables turned and with keith now on top, he's finding he likes this too. being pushy, demanding and setting the tone to dropkick the melancholy far far away. ]
Make me hard.