[ with shiro now closer than ever, keith shivers bodily, skin goosefleshed where the suggestion of touch makes him feel overheated. just as before when shiro had him ass up, spread over his knee, and waiting for a palm to deliver a stinging slap, keith has no explanation for what it is about any of this that kicks aside all his defenses, silences the obvious protests he should be having, and yanks him physically, mentally into painful arousal.
shiro is proud of him. fuck. the thought alone makes his balls ache as shiro's hand goes down to the split of his cheeks, finger swirling in slick before demanding entrance at his already stuffed hole. keith doesn't a proper chance to process any of it. not really.
the fact that he hasn't felt like shiro's been proud of him in a long time back in his reality passes keith by in the blink of an eye, like watching the creation and burn out of a sun sped up in time-lapse. the gasp could be from anything. the added stretch at his rim, the faint heartache that's being tenderly soothed with shiro's touch, or the steady filling out of shiro's soft dick as it forces keith to take it's full girth once more, but whatever it is keith responds in the only way he knows how in the moment.
both hands come up to drape around neck and shoulders, head hung as he lits up a pinch higher on his thighs to give shiro the room he needs. ]
I- I'm your good boy. I - [ here, vulnerability slips through as keith buries his face in a shoulder. ] I couldn't be this for anyone else. Ever.
[ not only is the thought mortifying, but he doesn't fucking care about what other people have to say about his actions, his choices, and his life. the only person whose opinion has mattered so deeply that keith is willing to remold himself is the person he's clinging to. cock twitching hard against shiro's abs, keith stutters through ]
KEITH BROUGHT IT IN !! I AM ALSO YELLING.
shiro is proud of him. fuck. the thought alone makes his balls ache as shiro's hand goes down to the split of his cheeks, finger swirling in slick before demanding entrance at his already stuffed hole. keith doesn't a proper chance to process any of it. not really.
the fact that he hasn't felt like shiro's been proud of him in a long time back in his reality passes keith by in the blink of an eye, like watching the creation and burn out of a sun sped up in time-lapse. the gasp could be from anything. the added stretch at his rim, the faint heartache that's being tenderly soothed with shiro's touch, or the steady filling out of shiro's soft dick as it forces keith to take it's full girth once more, but whatever it is keith responds in the only way he knows how in the moment.
both hands come up to drape around neck and shoulders, head hung as he lits up a pinch higher on his thighs to give shiro the room he needs. ]
I- I'm your good boy. I - [ here, vulnerability slips through as keith buries his face in a shoulder. ] I couldn't be this for anyone else. Ever.
[ not only is the thought mortifying, but he doesn't fucking care about what other people have to say about his actions, his choices, and his life. the only person whose opinion has mattered so deeply that keith is willing to remold himself is the person he's clinging to. cock twitching hard against shiro's abs, keith stutters through ]
Da..play with me, daddy.