[ oh. just like that, shiro's doe-eyed surprise vanishes and keith fights to keep a shiver contained as his boyfriend sits up, focused and intent on ... daddying? fuck.
it's almost funny, really. barely a minute ago, and keith was the one calling the shots, milking the cum right out of shiro's sack as he mewled his way through his climax. where'd all that easy confidence gone? keith can't find it in himself when face-to-face with a shiro who's newly determined to take back the reins, soft-dicked and all.
an electric thrum zips across his hips at the touch, making keith's breath hitch as he unconsciously tightens around shiro's cock. with a reflexive gasp, keith relaxes and tentatively puts his hands on shiro's thighs. the scarlet flush from before recedes, though his cheeks stay a stubborn rosy pink as he opens his mouth to speak.
or tries to anyway. he swallows, and clears his throat, looking down at the pr painted on shiro's abs only to look back up sharply when his traitorous cock twitches.
thing is? keith can't imagine for a second that being this way with anyone else could ever flood him with so many confused, aroused feelings. this ought to be funny or outright gross.
somehow it isn't.
it shouldn't be possible to feel more naked and vulnerable than he already is, but the way shiro looks at him now feels like the man has turned a magnifying glass onto his soul. heart racing, keith tries to settle by tracing nonsense shapes over shiro's thighs as he nods, smiling shyly. ]
... you should. Because.... [ here, keith drops eye contact, bracing before blurting: ] Cuz you're proud of me, right?
YOU DID THIS
[ oh. just like that, shiro's doe-eyed surprise vanishes and keith fights to keep a shiver contained as his boyfriend sits up, focused and intent on ... daddying? fuck.
it's almost funny, really. barely a minute ago, and keith was the one calling the shots, milking the cum right out of shiro's sack as he mewled his way through his climax. where'd all that easy confidence gone? keith can't find it in himself when face-to-face with a shiro who's newly determined to take back the reins, soft-dicked and all.
an electric thrum zips across his hips at the touch, making keith's breath hitch as he unconsciously tightens around shiro's cock. with a reflexive gasp, keith relaxes and tentatively puts his hands on shiro's thighs. the scarlet flush from before recedes, though his cheeks stay a stubborn rosy pink as he opens his mouth to speak.
or tries to anyway. he swallows, and clears his throat, looking down at the pr painted on shiro's abs only to look back up sharply when his traitorous cock twitches.
thing is? keith can't imagine for a second that being this way with anyone else could ever flood him with so many confused, aroused feelings. this ought to be funny or outright gross.
somehow it isn't.
it shouldn't be possible to feel more naked and vulnerable than he already is, but the way shiro looks at him now feels like the man has turned a magnifying glass onto his soul. heart racing, keith tries to settle by tracing nonsense shapes over shiro's thighs as he nods, smiling shyly. ]
... you should. Because.... [ here, keith drops eye contact, bracing before blurting: ] Cuz you're proud of me, right?