[ the firm clench of shiro's jaw doesn't go unnoticed, nor does the intense look of focus on his face. the sight is beyond gorgeous, radiant in a whole other spectra than an arizona sunset. the fact that shiro is throwing the challenge right back in his face only adds to the wild adrenaline rush, but as delighted as keith is, it's impossible to be unaffected.
shiro's cock is already thick and demanding in any other position. taking it like this, with the full weight of gravity driving shiro in deep on every down slam of his thighs makes keith groan, fingers trembling as they cling to shiro's hips. full and hard, each tiny movement wrings pleasure out of gland upon gland, and with that added streth on his rim by greedy fingers, it doesn't take more than another bounce or so for keith to lose the feral grin to instead grit his own teeth, determination to take it and please, etche into the hard furrow of his brow. ]
You make it sound like I didn't work for it.
[ breath catching, keith cheats by bouncing up to the top of shiro's cock for the tiniest bit of a pause. moaning as shiro's cock head slips out of him, he shudders as cum drenched slick drips from the gape of his hole right onto his boyfriend's dick. keith watches the lewd show for two beats, moaning as he repositions shiros rock at his rim to dam himself back up. ]
Squeezed it right out your balls.
[ impaling himself just up to shiro's cock head, keith bites his lower lip and breathes hard for a beat. ]
Fuck. Fuuuuck.
[ curse dragging on as keith slams himself back down, his back arches, cock bouncing lewdly as his asscheeks slap shiro's thighs. [
You feel even bigger like this, daddy.
[ and yet, determined as ever, keith repositions his hands, reaching up to squeeze shiro's pecs, pushing them together as he flexes his thighs for another solid bounce up and down, over and over with increasing confidence. ]
Tell me... tell me how good I am.
[ a perfectly reasonable, breathlessly moaned request up until the moment keith overestimates an accidentally comes off shiro's dick entirely. interrupted mid-gasp, keith looks down, blinking hard, and clearly thrown off script. ]
YOU brought up the terminology!!
shiro's cock is already thick and demanding in any other position. taking it like this, with the full weight of gravity driving shiro in deep on every down slam of his thighs makes keith groan, fingers trembling as they cling to shiro's hips. full and hard, each tiny movement wrings pleasure out of gland upon gland, and with that added streth on his rim by greedy fingers, it doesn't take more than another bounce or so for keith to lose the feral grin to instead grit his own teeth, determination to take it and please, etche into the hard furrow of his brow. ]
You make it sound like I didn't work for it.
[ breath catching, keith cheats by bouncing up to the top of shiro's cock for the tiniest bit of a pause. moaning as shiro's cock head slips out of him, he shudders as cum drenched slick drips from the gape of his hole right onto his boyfriend's dick. keith watches the lewd show for two beats, moaning as he repositions shiros rock at his rim to dam himself back up. ]
Squeezed it right out your balls.
[ impaling himself just up to shiro's cock head, keith bites his lower lip and breathes hard for a beat. ]
Fuck. Fuuuuck.
[ curse dragging on as keith slams himself back down, his back arches, cock bouncing lewdly as his asscheeks slap shiro's thighs. [
You feel even bigger like this, daddy.
[ and yet, determined as ever, keith repositions his hands, reaching up to squeeze shiro's pecs, pushing them together as he flexes his thighs for another solid bounce up and down, over and over with increasing confidence. ]
Tell me... tell me how good I am.
[ a perfectly reasonable, breathlessly moaned request up until the moment keith overestimates an accidentally comes off shiro's dick entirely. interrupted mid-gasp, keith looks down, blinking hard, and clearly thrown off script. ]
Oh...