[ the slivered portion of shiro’s brain that isn’t saturated with stupefying desire and as such, manages to maintain some semblance of clarity to keep him self-aware enough as not to hurt keith, comes to realize that, oh, maybe he doesn’t need to worry too terribly about the stretch after all. he has to wonder where it’s all coming from; this slick. it drizzles out of keith in excess. more than drizzles, actually. it gushes out, consistency thin, yet generous in how quickly it drips, spreads, and coats. shiro’s fingers are covered, more so than anything he’s already done, and now his wrists are, too. from his position, with his head resting on the bed and keith pushing his ass back into his hands, all shiro has to do is open his mouth, stick out his tongue, and hope the drip finds the right trajectory…
huston, we have contact. he feels the drop on the fat of his tongue first, and quickly after, that earthy taste blooms, only intensifying as shiro draws his tongue back inside his mouth, swallowing. this boy. this absolute gem of a boy.; so unique, so special, so delectably made, both in body and spirit. shiro will never tire of discovering and rediscovering all the ways in which no one will ever be able to compare to keith. which is, of course, a problem, according to clear-headed, logically-bound shiro. at present, however, that shiro has left the building, especially when a wickedly hot mouth encloses more securely around his cock, bobbing low to introduce cockhead to throat.
they’ve done this plenty of times, with keith’s lips sealed around his cock and working low, to force his throat open. still, shiro marvels at keith’s determination of taking so much, so quickly, because it hasn’t taken much for shiro’s blood to rush low and fatten his cock. he feels keith begin to choke, first in a tremble that plays at his sensitive head and then tightens around his length. he ought to feel some remorse for it, at least a brief twinge of it, but shiro feels nothing less than appreciation for each convulsion, the rhythmic spasm of muscle feeling amazing along his cock. ]
Holy fuck, Keith.
[ punched out, shiro is choking, too; though, choking on breath is decidedly easier to weather than a thick cock. his hips have a mind of their own: keith comes up and they arch up with a tensing of his ass, trying to maintain contact. it’s needless, it seems, because keith is just as addicted to the connection and soon, after a quip, keith is back, bobbing his head with the single-minded focus of making that cock rock hard. shiro’s eyes roll and he gives himself over to the need to close his eyes, tip his head back and groan. it takes a few extra seconds, but the agreement inevitably comes in the form of a raspy: ]
Yeah. It feels amazing inside you. [ in all manners: fingers, tongue, cock, keith’s body is a dream and shiro is a spoiled boy. ] Nothing beats that feeling… not even cliff-jumping.
[ through the desire, there’s a upswing of amusement, an emotion that colors his voice with a lighter, more playful tone. his focus realigns, however, and he’s bogged down with the delicious notes of lust, every moment heavy and wanting as he continues curling his fingers inside keith’s ass. this whole time, he’s been diligently – and slowly – working his three fingers back and forth together, fucking keith deep and thorough. again, he thinks of how wet keith is and as his hole squelches on the next thrust, as if on cue, shiro brings his other middle finger to join his others. peeling back keith’s rim, he aligns the pad and then pushes it in with the other three. ]
It was difficult letting you walk away with the door between us but now that I know it’s you…
[ it’s a feat in itself that he manages words. mesmerized both by the sight of keith’s hole stuffed full of fingers and by the continued distraction of his cock being worked over and over inside keith’s mouth, shiro has no hope of keeping his voice level. it’s pitchy and throaty, occasionally interrupted with harsh breath or a moan. he’s talking when action is more paramount than word. he can’t help it; there are ideas in his head and he’s rambling them off, thinking only of how lovely keith looks when he’s filled. ]
I want to keep you here all the time and sit you on my cock. [ in the morning, in the afternoon, at night… that’s what they’re here to do, but it’s not just sheets and sex. ] Want you to stay on my cock and hold me inside, even when I’ve gone soft, for hours and hours.
perhaps shiro should take a picture of his booty hole and simply show him
huston, we have contact. he feels the drop on the fat of his tongue first, and quickly after, that earthy taste blooms, only intensifying as shiro draws his tongue back inside his mouth, swallowing. this boy. this absolute gem of a boy.; so unique, so special, so delectably made, both in body and spirit. shiro will never tire of discovering and rediscovering all the ways in which no one will ever be able to compare to keith. which is, of course, a problem, according to clear-headed, logically-bound shiro. at present, however, that shiro has left the building, especially when a wickedly hot mouth encloses more securely around his cock, bobbing low to introduce cockhead to throat.
they’ve done this plenty of times, with keith’s lips sealed around his cock and working low, to force his throat open. still, shiro marvels at keith’s determination of taking so much, so quickly, because it hasn’t taken much for shiro’s blood to rush low and fatten his cock. he feels keith begin to choke, first in a tremble that plays at his sensitive head and then tightens around his length. he ought to feel some remorse for it, at least a brief twinge of it, but shiro feels nothing less than appreciation for each convulsion, the rhythmic spasm of muscle feeling amazing along his cock. ]
Holy fuck, Keith.
[ punched out, shiro is choking, too; though, choking on breath is decidedly easier to weather than a thick cock. his hips have a mind of their own: keith comes up and they arch up with a tensing of his ass, trying to maintain contact. it’s needless, it seems, because keith is just as addicted to the connection and soon, after a quip, keith is back, bobbing his head with the single-minded focus of making that cock rock hard. shiro’s eyes roll and he gives himself over to the need to close his eyes, tip his head back and groan. it takes a few extra seconds, but the agreement inevitably comes in the form of a raspy: ]
Yeah. It feels amazing inside you. [ in all manners: fingers, tongue, cock, keith’s body is a dream and shiro is a spoiled boy. ] Nothing beats that feeling… not even cliff-jumping.
[ through the desire, there’s a upswing of amusement, an emotion that colors his voice with a lighter, more playful tone. his focus realigns, however, and he’s bogged down with the delicious notes of lust, every moment heavy and wanting as he continues curling his fingers inside keith’s ass. this whole time, he’s been diligently – and slowly – working his three fingers back and forth together, fucking keith deep and thorough. again, he thinks of how wet keith is and as his hole squelches on the next thrust, as if on cue, shiro brings his other middle finger to join his others. peeling back keith’s rim, he aligns the pad and then pushes it in with the other three. ]
It was difficult letting you walk away with the door between us but now that I know it’s you…
[ it’s a feat in itself that he manages words. mesmerized both by the sight of keith’s hole stuffed full of fingers and by the continued distraction of his cock being worked over and over inside keith’s mouth, shiro has no hope of keeping his voice level. it’s pitchy and throaty, occasionally interrupted with harsh breath or a moan. he’s talking when action is more paramount than word. he can’t help it; there are ideas in his head and he’s rambling them off, thinking only of how lovely keith looks when he’s filled. ]
I want to keep you here all the time and sit you on my cock. [ in the morning, in the afternoon, at night… that’s what they’re here to do, but it’s not just sheets and sex. ] Want you to stay on my cock and hold me inside, even when I’ve gone soft, for hours and hours.