[ there keith goes again, feeding into shiro’s expanding desire to be a good, obedient boy. it’s not entirely foreign; he’s always been a bit of a people pleaser, with a track record that, on paper, says he’s good and proper and definitely not a rulebreaker. of course, golden boy extraordinaire is vastly different than lying on his back, opening his mouth and allowing himself to be used like a cocksleeve, but it does ping at that same urge to not only gain approval, but to set himself apart. he’s not only going to be good, he’s going to be great; so much so that even though he’s the one on his back, he’s going to wreck this boy.
and be wrecked, too, it seems. keith isn’t mincing words; he truly intends to fuck his throat, doesn’t he? has to, because the boy’s moving and splitting his thighs further, granting himself the kind of leverage that will work into strong rolls of those hips. challenges are what shiro is made for, but fuck, he has the smallest kernel of uncertainty on how this is going to go. for all his experience, he’s never actually been in this position, waiting to have his face fucked. even then, if he were familiar with the angle, would that truly prepare him? keith’s cock isn’t exactly easy to take.
said cock is now hanging before him, the lean of keith’s body blocking out the lights in the cube and casting shiro in shadow. it makes him more aware of the heat in his face and the flush climbing down his throat to his collarbones. fuck, for whatever reservations he may have, his mouth is wet. filled. he’s salivating like a starving man, so of course the moment that brush comes, shiro’s lips part open, not only to welcome him in with a loll of his tongue, but to breathe words against, around him. ]
Yeah. [ he’s got it. just thinking of keith’s orders again has him shivering. ] I’ll earn your ass.
[ no more talking. that’s the last of it. reaching up with both hands, shiro grabs keith, first, by the hips to coax him into a deeper split. the ease of keith’s flexibility does things to shiro; he’s so malleable, a fact that shiro hasn’t been able to take advantage of in their many, many rendezvouses. he’ll be fixing that, he thinks. for now, however, he suckles at the cute, softened thing in his mouth, trying to draw out those ridges.
he doesn’t intend to lead keith. after that first pull, he relaxes his hands and skirts them behind to cup each cheek of keith’s perky ass. a squeeze to settle the clench in shiro’s belly that makes him want to squirm and then he’s curling the fingers of his left to the seam of his ass. it’s such a mess back there. should be messier, he thinks. will be messier. remnants of lube and keith’s uniqueness keep him slick. he’s loose, too. already having played here minutes ago, shiro foregoes the slow ease and simply pushes his index inside until his base knuckle bumps. it’s tempting to go rooting around for glands to mercilessly harass, but shiro keeps it simple: when keith fucks into his mouth, he drags his finger out, only to meet him on the back-roll. together, they’re fucking each other in turn.
as for his mouth? shiro closes his eyes and focuses on staying relaxed. pliant, he keeps his head steady and forward, chin slightly pointed up to open his throat and keep his airway. it’s not so difficult at first, when keith is smaller and softer, but moments drag by and he feels the change happen against his tongue. the spread of his lips grows wider and the opening of his throat is teased further. breathing harshly through his nose, he continues to tell himself to relax, to take it – and he does. he hasn’t choked yet, even with the excess of saliva that’s pooling in his mouth and making a mess of his lips every time keith draws out.
daringly, he gives into a moan and lifts his galra hand, being careful not to hit too hard when he gives keith's ass cheek a quick smack. come on, fuck him. ]
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and be wrecked, too, it seems. keith isn’t mincing words; he truly intends to fuck his throat, doesn’t he? has to, because the boy’s moving and splitting his thighs further, granting himself the kind of leverage that will work into strong rolls of those hips. challenges are what shiro is made for, but fuck, he has the smallest kernel of uncertainty on how this is going to go. for all his experience, he’s never actually been in this position, waiting to have his face fucked. even then, if he were familiar with the angle, would that truly prepare him? keith’s cock isn’t exactly easy to take.
said cock is now hanging before him, the lean of keith’s body blocking out the lights in the cube and casting shiro in shadow. it makes him more aware of the heat in his face and the flush climbing down his throat to his collarbones. fuck, for whatever reservations he may have, his mouth is wet. filled. he’s salivating like a starving man, so of course the moment that brush comes, shiro’s lips part open, not only to welcome him in with a loll of his tongue, but to breathe words against, around him. ]
Yeah. [ he’s got it. just thinking of keith’s orders again has him shivering. ] I’ll earn your ass.
[ no more talking. that’s the last of it. reaching up with both hands, shiro grabs keith, first, by the hips to coax him into a deeper split. the ease of keith’s flexibility does things to shiro; he’s so malleable, a fact that shiro hasn’t been able to take advantage of in their many, many rendezvouses. he’ll be fixing that, he thinks. for now, however, he suckles at the cute, softened thing in his mouth, trying to draw out those ridges.
he doesn’t intend to lead keith. after that first pull, he relaxes his hands and skirts them behind to cup each cheek of keith’s perky ass. a squeeze to settle the clench in shiro’s belly that makes him want to squirm and then he’s curling the fingers of his left to the seam of his ass. it’s such a mess back there. should be messier, he thinks. will be messier. remnants of lube and keith’s uniqueness keep him slick. he’s loose, too. already having played here minutes ago, shiro foregoes the slow ease and simply pushes his index inside until his base knuckle bumps. it’s tempting to go rooting around for glands to mercilessly harass, but shiro keeps it simple: when keith fucks into his mouth, he drags his finger out, only to meet him on the back-roll. together, they’re fucking each other in turn.
as for his mouth? shiro closes his eyes and focuses on staying relaxed. pliant, he keeps his head steady and forward, chin slightly pointed up to open his throat and keep his airway. it’s not so difficult at first, when keith is smaller and softer, but moments drag by and he feels the change happen against his tongue. the spread of his lips grows wider and the opening of his throat is teased further. breathing harshly through his nose, he continues to tell himself to relax, to take it – and he does. he hasn’t choked yet, even with the excess of saliva that’s pooling in his mouth and making a mess of his lips every time keith draws out.
daringly, he gives into a moan and lifts his galra hand, being careful not to hit too hard when he gives keith's ass cheek a quick smack. come on, fuck him. ]