[ still feeling boneless on top of shiro, keith manages only a tiny squirm when hands grab at slap reddened asscheeks and pull. the stinging hasn't ebbed completely, though it's dulled into a distant throb that vaguely pulses in tie with the one in his empty balls. does it feel good or raw from sensitivity? keith honestly couldn't even say.
whatever cluster of neurons hasn't been thoroughly blitzed by post-climax bliss are busy processing that heavy tease. it wasn't all that long ago that shiro brushed off any concept of a real future together with a cold reminder of the shiro from his reality. for whatever it's worth, they're boyfriends in this shitty prison facility, but the label means precious little outside of that.
yours. mine. already mine.
yeah, there's a lot of truth to that-- boyfriends and all. they've promised each other that intimacy beyond what's created by a physical, mechanical mashing together of genitals inhabits a universe that only for the two of them. what else os that, if not yours?
chest full of sudden heartache, keith forgets to be nervous about the prospect of shiro actually tasting the slick coming out of his body. fingers pull his hole open, muscle fluttering at the gape and only then does keith remember the fucking mystery that might end in shiro recoiling in disgust. not that he gets any time to act on it beyond a slurred: ]
Mm, waii -- oh.....
[ an electric jolt makes keith spasm, toes curling and fingers tight around shiro's hips. hole fluttering around the heat of shiro's tongue, keith swallows and makes a second attempt to speak. ]
Oh fuck...
[ eloquence all but dies as shiro presse his lips firmly on his ass and sucks. whining high, keit's soft cock twitches as, as shiro's mouth coaxes out a fresh stream of slick. keith groans, body tensing and relaxing as he panting heavily through his mouth. he opens his eyes blearily, awash in tingling and rippling gooseflesh, still uncertain of what it is shiro's thinking.
neutral? good? hopefully not patiently putting up with bad?? s little afraid of what the answer might be, keith lets go of his boyfriend's hipbones to wrap his figners around shiro's soft cock. gripping loose around the base, keith strokes up and down the shaft, stretching out as he can to press th etip of his tongue to the cock head's slit. ]
You said... [ voice heady, keith licks urgently, eager to catch shiro's pre on his tongue. you said. well. shiro's said a lot of things. but keith doesn't feel like voicing any of them. ] .... I want that. Show me what being yours is like. Make me take it. RUin me for everyone else.
[ including for shiro himsel? confusion for what the fuck he's even saying threatens to bloom into furhter heartache, but the sentiment only lasts as long as the next hard suck at his hole. ]
i cringed the whole time typing a response
whatever cluster of neurons hasn't been thoroughly blitzed by post-climax bliss are busy processing that heavy tease. it wasn't all that long ago that shiro brushed off any concept of a real future together with a cold reminder of the shiro from his reality. for whatever it's worth, they're boyfriends in this shitty prison facility, but the label means precious little outside of that.
yours. mine. already mine.
yeah, there's a lot of truth to that-- boyfriends and all. they've promised each other that intimacy beyond what's created by a physical, mechanical mashing together of genitals inhabits a universe that only for the two of them. what else os that, if not yours?
chest full of sudden heartache, keith forgets to be nervous about the prospect of shiro actually tasting the slick coming out of his body. fingers pull his hole open, muscle fluttering at the gape and only then does keith remember the fucking mystery that might end in shiro recoiling in disgust. not that he gets any time to act on it beyond a slurred: ]
Mm, waii -- oh.....
[ an electric jolt makes keith spasm, toes curling and fingers tight around shiro's hips. hole fluttering around the heat of shiro's tongue, keith swallows and makes a second attempt to speak. ]
Oh fuck...
[ eloquence all but dies as shiro presse his lips firmly on his ass and sucks. whining high, keit's soft cock twitches as, as shiro's mouth coaxes out a fresh stream of slick. keith groans, body tensing and relaxing as he panting heavily through his mouth. he opens his eyes blearily, awash in tingling and rippling gooseflesh, still uncertain of what it is shiro's thinking.
neutral? good? hopefully not patiently putting up with bad?? s little afraid of what the answer might be, keith lets go of his boyfriend's hipbones to wrap his figners around shiro's soft cock. gripping loose around the base, keith strokes up and down the shaft, stretching out as he can to press th etip of his tongue to the cock head's slit. ]
You said... [ voice heady, keith licks urgently, eager to catch shiro's pre on his tongue. you said. well. shiro's said a lot of things. but keith doesn't feel like voicing any of them. ] .... I want that. Show me what being yours is like. Make me take it. RUin me for everyone else.
[ including for shiro himsel? confusion for what the fuck he's even saying threatens to bloom into furhter heartache, but the sentiment only lasts as long as the next hard suck at his hole. ]