[ as much as shiro thrives off of a subdued keith, too turned on and too hazy in mind to do anything other than take what shiro is giving him, the opposite is just as addicting. that fight, fucking hell. throughout their friendship, competition, both friendly and goading, has guided them along, strengthening their bond. even as hard-edged as it has been at times, with keith pushing back with an attitude that hadn’t always read fair, shiro has been fond of him. that spirit is refreshing. fun. exhilarating. up until they found themselves here, that’s all it ever was, but now that he has a confident keith grabbing his wrist, jutting his chin and curling a grin that’s just shy of crazed, shiro finds that it’s arousing, too.
if i ride you, you're sure you're not gonna nut on me early, daddy?
that little shit…! he's grinning, too, though. it comes slow and tight, the upcurl slanting higher on one side. challenge accepted, that’s the translation of it. he allows keith a few more moments to bask in the moment with no resistance, doing little other than watching this boy lift up. his finger slips free on the way up and then shiro is letting that hand drop to the side, not at all guiding keith in any way. the payoff is another cheeky quip and a swift drop.
shiro fights against the flutter of his lashes and the way pleasure makes his eyes want to roll. he ends up, instead, going nearly cross-eyed with the unfocusing of his pupils, jaw tense with how tight he’s slotting his molars together. a harsh exhale comes through his nose but that’s the extent of it: no moan, no groan, no weak sound to betray him. it’s obvious, though, isn’t it? that he’s putting such effort into his composure. the fact that he still hasn’t found voice for a retort is evidence enough. still, he keeps on the charade that he isn’t wonderfully floored by how tight and hot keith is, riding so well on his cock. with that, he forces his voice level. ]
You caught me by surprise before.
[ looking so damn beautiful and sounding so fucking filthy. he huffs to stave off the moan building in his chest and working up his throat, hands coming to rest at keith’s hips. at first, it’s just to follow the movement of keith’s body, but one, two bounces and then shiro slides them behind, grasping each cheek of keith’s ass. there’s still a lacking quality of control in his movements; he’s merely following keith’s pace… and clinging harder to pull his cheeks outward, widening the stretch of keith’s rim just a few millimeters more. ]
That won’t happen again. [ it better not. he doesn’t think he can survive another unfortunately timed orgasm. ] This time, you’ll have to work for my cum.
... no. you're the one causing this eternity eye closing
if i ride you, you're sure you're not gonna nut on me early, daddy?
that little shit…! he's grinning, too, though. it comes slow and tight, the upcurl slanting higher on one side. challenge accepted, that’s the translation of it. he allows keith a few more moments to bask in the moment with no resistance, doing little other than watching this boy lift up. his finger slips free on the way up and then shiro is letting that hand drop to the side, not at all guiding keith in any way. the payoff is another cheeky quip and a swift drop.
shiro fights against the flutter of his lashes and the way pleasure makes his eyes want to roll. he ends up, instead, going nearly cross-eyed with the unfocusing of his pupils, jaw tense with how tight he’s slotting his molars together. a harsh exhale comes through his nose but that’s the extent of it: no moan, no groan, no weak sound to betray him. it’s obvious, though, isn’t it? that he’s putting such effort into his composure. the fact that he still hasn’t found voice for a retort is evidence enough. still, he keeps on the charade that he isn’t wonderfully floored by how tight and hot keith is, riding so well on his cock. with that, he forces his voice level. ]
You caught me by surprise before.
[ looking so damn beautiful and sounding so fucking filthy. he huffs to stave off the moan building in his chest and working up his throat, hands coming to rest at keith’s hips. at first, it’s just to follow the movement of keith’s body, but one, two bounces and then shiro slides them behind, grasping each cheek of keith’s ass. there’s still a lacking quality of control in his movements; he’s merely following keith’s pace… and clinging harder to pull his cheeks outward, widening the stretch of keith’s rim just a few millimeters more. ]
That won’t happen again. [ it better not. he doesn’t think he can survive another unfortunately timed orgasm. ] This time, you’ll have to work for my cum.