[ shiro doesn’t know about this dick screaming thing, but he certainly feels like screaming when that candy-striped asshole is pulled away from him. the scream doesn’t come, thank god. instead, his throat produces a less mortifying, but still embarrassingly needy whine as all four of his fingers slip out with ease. it’s the hefty amount of slick. there’s so much of it caught between his fingers and dribbled out, making a pool in the hollow of his throat, splattered right there by his clavicle.
for all his disappointment in the loss of keith’s fun hole, the remedy for it is easily found in the following movements. after all, how can he feel anything other than excitement when keith pivots his body, giving shiro the perfect view of his pretty cock, his torso, his shoulders, his neck, his face – he’s so god damn beautiful, flush pink and sheened with sweat. even prettier when those thighs flex, propping keith above shiro’s spit slick cock.
the first touch of his cockhead smearing through the slick wetting keith’s hole has shiro visibly shivering. that’s the only brush, though, because the angle is perfect and keith is quick to let gravity do its work, swallowing shiro up inch by inch until keith’s ass sits firmly on his pelvis. shiro’s hands, which have been mostly useless throughout keith’s ministrations, give up on twisting the sheets to feel up keith’s thighs. keith’s murmuring and it’s like he’s brain-linked with shiro’s mind, because those are shiro’s words and feelings, the same awed disbelief running through him, too. the number of times he thought of keith while with anonymous is embarrassingly high and then since, after their decision to be together, he’s passed these many weeks, often touching himself to a mental picture of keith.
sexual tension high, maybe that’s why everything derailed so quickly and so filthily. shiro doesn’t regret what they’ve done, but he did come into this with a much softer expectation. it’s here that he remembers it. more than that, it’s here that he wants it again. keith’s smile, keith’s words, keith’s slow drag up, they all work together to gentle the headiness of shiro’s desire, enough to have those hands on keith’s thighs to clutch higher, interrupting any hope for a continued rhythm. ]
Wait. Lemme look at you.
[ because he hasn’t gotten his fill yet, of this moment of finally being together. they’ve been together many times before, true, but not like this. not with them knowing it and certainly not with them looking at each other. this time, held tight inside keith’s body while holding eye contact… heh, keith has no need to be embarrassed about being emotional. he isn’t the only one. ]
I don’t know how I’m gonna survive you. [ murmured softly, there’s the slightest slur to his voice, words bleeding into each other, as though he’s already pleasure drunk. ] Gorgeous boy… pretty boy… just looking at you is overwhelming in the best way.
[ so how is he going to fair when keith is riding him in earnest? grinning, shiro draws lines at keith’s thighs and then gently rakes his blunt nails down them. ]
Just this once, I think you’ll have to go easy on me. [ if keith wants this to last, that is. sighing now, shiro keeps eye contact and gives keith’s thighs twin taps. ] Fuck me slow so I don’t miss a thing.
perhaps he can print it out and take it w him to canada
for all his disappointment in the loss of keith’s fun hole, the remedy for it is easily found in the following movements. after all, how can he feel anything other than excitement when keith pivots his body, giving shiro the perfect view of his pretty cock, his torso, his shoulders, his neck, his face – he’s so god damn beautiful, flush pink and sheened with sweat. even prettier when those thighs flex, propping keith above shiro’s spit slick cock.
the first touch of his cockhead smearing through the slick wetting keith’s hole has shiro visibly shivering. that’s the only brush, though, because the angle is perfect and keith is quick to let gravity do its work, swallowing shiro up inch by inch until keith’s ass sits firmly on his pelvis. shiro’s hands, which have been mostly useless throughout keith’s ministrations, give up on twisting the sheets to feel up keith’s thighs. keith’s murmuring and it’s like he’s brain-linked with shiro’s mind, because those are shiro’s words and feelings, the same awed disbelief running through him, too. the number of times he thought of keith while with anonymous is embarrassingly high and then since, after their decision to be together, he’s passed these many weeks, often touching himself to a mental picture of keith.
sexual tension high, maybe that’s why everything derailed so quickly and so filthily. shiro doesn’t regret what they’ve done, but he did come into this with a much softer expectation. it’s here that he remembers it. more than that, it’s here that he wants it again. keith’s smile, keith’s words, keith’s slow drag up, they all work together to gentle the headiness of shiro’s desire, enough to have those hands on keith’s thighs to clutch higher, interrupting any hope for a continued rhythm. ]
Wait. Lemme look at you.
[ because he hasn’t gotten his fill yet, of this moment of finally being together. they’ve been together many times before, true, but not like this. not with them knowing it and certainly not with them looking at each other. this time, held tight inside keith’s body while holding eye contact… heh, keith has no need to be embarrassed about being emotional. he isn’t the only one. ]
I don’t know how I’m gonna survive you. [ murmured softly, there’s the slightest slur to his voice, words bleeding into each other, as though he’s already pleasure drunk. ] Gorgeous boy… pretty boy… just looking at you is overwhelming in the best way.
[ so how is he going to fair when keith is riding him in earnest? grinning, shiro draws lines at keith’s thighs and then gently rakes his blunt nails down them. ]
Just this once, I think you’ll have to go easy on me. [ if keith wants this to last, that is. sighing now, shiro keeps eye contact and gives keith’s thighs twin taps. ] Fuck me slow so I don’t miss a thing.