[ he is a good boy. approvingly, shiro murmurs softly, more sound than actual words, and turns his head to nose at the mess of black hair. rewarding keith further for his cooperation, shiro takes advantage of that gained space by thrusting his finger out and in, humming low in his throat at the drag against his cock. keith may feel fuller, but shiro feels tighter; keith’s ass is still such a wonderful vice around his thickening cock, muscle pulsing around him and quivering more as he moves his finger to test the limits of the stretch. it’s a tease for keith as much as it is for shiro, meaning that shiro’s legendary patience is taking a beating and that it, likely, will not be so legendary given a short amount of time.
or now, actually, because now, keith is stuttering through words that go straight to shiro’s cock. it has to be his imagination, right? he has to imagine the way he plumps up, growing stiffer and longer seemingly from one breath to the next. he isn’t into this daddy thing that much. ]
Yes, baby. Daddy’s got you.
[ god. that’s his voice. that’s him speaking those words. later, when all the oxygenated blood isn’t in his cock and some is left for his brain, perhaps he’ll reflect and feel an ounce of shame for what their first time has become. or maybe, he’ll double-down and revisit these kinks. either way, it is future shiro’s problem to deal with, because present shiro is bowing lower, nosing keith’s jaw to get at his neck. there’s a bruise on keith’s thigh and soon, there will be a matching one on his neck, just as wet and just as red.
shiro muffles a moan there, metal hand sliding between their bodies to find the first notch of keith’s cock, right there underneath his cockhead. a squeeze and an angle, to draw a sticky line against his abs, before he’s huffing against the wet patch at keith’s throat. ]
Messy, so messy. [ his voice tilts with obvious approval, only to be bolstered by the continued movement of his metal hand, now slipping down to the next ridge to pause and squeeze. this is the rhythm he takes, working his way down one ridge at a time, until he’s mapped out the entirely of keith’s cock from top to bottom. throughout, the finger inside keith occasionally draws out and in for a thrust, but mostly remains still, maintaining that full feeling. ]
So, baby, how do you want it? [ he’s back to nosing along keith’s jaw, fingers working back up keith’s cock in the slowest stroke imaginable. ] Do you want to show me how well you ride? Or do you want daddy to show you how well he fucks?
i'll just be over here closing my eyes for eternity
or now, actually, because now, keith is stuttering through words that go straight to shiro’s cock. it has to be his imagination, right? he has to imagine the way he plumps up, growing stiffer and longer seemingly from one breath to the next. he isn’t into this daddy thing that much. ]
Yes, baby. Daddy’s got you.
[ god. that’s his voice. that’s him speaking those words. later, when all the oxygenated blood isn’t in his cock and some is left for his brain, perhaps he’ll reflect and feel an ounce of shame for what their first time has become. or maybe, he’ll double-down and revisit these kinks. either way, it is future shiro’s problem to deal with, because present shiro is bowing lower, nosing keith’s jaw to get at his neck. there’s a bruise on keith’s thigh and soon, there will be a matching one on his neck, just as wet and just as red.
shiro muffles a moan there, metal hand sliding between their bodies to find the first notch of keith’s cock, right there underneath his cockhead. a squeeze and an angle, to draw a sticky line against his abs, before he’s huffing against the wet patch at keith’s throat. ]
Messy, so messy. [ his voice tilts with obvious approval, only to be bolstered by the continued movement of his metal hand, now slipping down to the next ridge to pause and squeeze. this is the rhythm he takes, working his way down one ridge at a time, until he’s mapped out the entirely of keith’s cock from top to bottom. throughout, the finger inside keith occasionally draws out and in for a thrust, but mostly remains still, maintaining that full feeling. ]
So, baby, how do you want it? [ he’s back to nosing along keith’s jaw, fingers working back up keith’s cock in the slowest stroke imaginable. ] Do you want to show me how well you ride? Or do you want daddy to show you how well he fucks?