[ for all that keith wants to impress his boyfriend with a spectacular and shameless show, it takes very little to get his thoughts to drift with lustful staring, circling uselessly on a prolonged oh... when shiro goes from feeling out his heartbeat to pinching his nip stiff. the rhythm of his pumping fist sputters to a staggered pause as keith's breath catches, half dime flushing a gentle lavender-pink under shiro's touch.

int's a little mesmerizing to be so whollly engrossed by everything his boyfriend is saying, even though keith technically is the one on top, in charge and ostensibly controlling shiro's pleasure. it doesn't matter that his own cock is throbbing again, or that every minute twitch sends a whole body shock reminding him of just how firm and deep sshiro is planted inside him, his own pleasure is entirely a lovedrunk afterthought as keith watches the perfect way shiro's bow lips move and take shape around words and smiles.

it's almost funny. being so wrapped up in being with shiro makes every filthy suggestion sound like sweet poetry. keith takes it all in, goosefleshed along his thighs while flushing warm, and gives himself a little shake as he resumes the beating of his fist up and down the length of his drooling cock. ]

Yeah.... yeah, I wanna be pumped full, Shiro.

[ murmured breathlessly, as keith points his cock at shiro and smears the pre on his abs. ]

Fill me up, sir. I wanna feel it sticky inside, and dripping down my legs.

[ pumping faster now, keith squirms and squeezes around shiro's cock as he groans and works his thighs to ride in teasing barely there bounces. ]

Fuck. [ reaching behind, keith grabs shio's balls and squeezes gently but urgently. ] Look me in the eye while you mark my ass as yours, Shiro. Make me feel like it's never gonna wash out. Do it.