[ keith obediently tips his head back, granting shiro all the space he wants to suck, bite, and bruise marks into his skin as shiro sees fit. beyond the obvious thrill of being so plainly marked as belonging to shiro, there's a hard-to-pin exhilaration racing from sternum to cock at the thought of being malleable to his boyfriend's whims. to be used like a canvas for all of shiro's filthy desires.
fuck. the lewd thought is made all the lewder when paired with the gentle in-out motion of shiro's fingers, and the added fullness of a girthy cock waking up to demand space. keith shivers, breathing through his mouth as he swallows hard. this whole... giving himself over to another person, letting them take charge, use him -- it's all shit that'd been brought up before in some cringe-inducing discussion about submissives during "how to good mate" class. weird is all keith had thought at the time. weird, wrong, and definitely not for him.
but that was before shiro. before that agonizing slow rhythm of pressure rolling up his cock. keith whimpers, pleading without uttering a single word as pre meets shiro's fingers when they reach the tip. fuck, he's a mess and there's just no hiding it when merely being asked the question prompts a fresh dribble of slick.
breathing hard, keith tries for at least the facade of composure despite the fucking show of interest that his cock and ass insist on putting on. it's an impossible choice, really, and the sheer wrongness of knowing he's made plenty of difficult calls in the heat of battle without batting an eyelash, but this makes him stumble with all the indecision of a virgin only deepens the flush of his cheeks.
heart hammering and head flooded with just the prospect of shiro and him really fucking each other for the first time, keith groans, whines, and then finally growls his impatience as shiro squeezes up another ridge.
hand catching shiro's wrist to trap the hand on his cock, keith huffs and breaks into a feral grin. ]
If I ride you, you're sure you're not gonna nut on me early, daddy?
[ the words feel foreign, and yet it's easy to slip into. thrilling, really, because it feels like them again. no warnings given, keith flexes his thighs and rides shiro's cock up to the tip, pausing only to look down between his legs and shiver at the sight of them connected this way for the first time. ]
Cuz I'm not feeling patient anymore.
[ and with that, against better judgment, keith slams back down, taking all of shiro's cock in a single demanding motion, gasping throughout. but does he stop? no. trembling, he raises an eyebrow, still holding onto some of his defiances as he starts to ride. ]
can i join you?
fuck. the lewd thought is made all the lewder when paired with the gentle in-out motion of shiro's fingers, and the added fullness of a girthy cock waking up to demand space. keith shivers, breathing through his mouth as he swallows hard. this whole... giving himself over to another person, letting them take charge, use him -- it's all shit that'd been brought up before in some cringe-inducing discussion about submissives during "how to good mate" class. weird is all keith had thought at the time. weird, wrong, and definitely not for him.
but that was before shiro. before that agonizing slow rhythm of pressure rolling up his cock. keith whimpers, pleading without uttering a single word as pre meets shiro's fingers when they reach the tip. fuck, he's a mess and there's just no hiding it when merely being asked the question prompts a fresh dribble of slick.
breathing hard, keith tries for at least the facade of composure despite the fucking show of interest that his cock and ass insist on putting on. it's an impossible choice, really, and the sheer wrongness of knowing he's made plenty of difficult calls in the heat of battle without batting an eyelash, but this makes him stumble with all the indecision of a virgin only deepens the flush of his cheeks.
heart hammering and head flooded with just the prospect of shiro and him really fucking each other for the first time, keith groans, whines, and then finally growls his impatience as shiro squeezes up another ridge.
hand catching shiro's wrist to trap the hand on his cock, keith huffs and breaks into a feral grin. ]
If I ride you, you're sure you're not gonna nut on me early, daddy?
[ the words feel foreign, and yet it's easy to slip into. thrilling, really, because it feels like them again. no warnings given, keith flexes his thighs and rides shiro's cock up to the tip, pausing only to look down between his legs and shiver at the sight of them connected this way for the first time. ]
Cuz I'm not feeling patient anymore.
[ and with that, against better judgment, keith slams back down, taking all of shiro's cock in a single demanding motion, gasping throughout. but does he stop? no. trembling, he raises an eyebrow, still holding onto some of his defiances as he starts to ride. ]