[ holy shit, holy fuck. does shiro only think that or does he say that? attention so intensely spun with what is unfolding before his eyes, shiro lacks the self-awareness to keep track of the distinction between thought and voice. all he knows is that this right here is up there as one of the hottest things he’s ever seen: his spent cum seeping out of keith’s pink, puffy hole, so stretched and so gaping that everything just drips. a mixture of cum and slick plops right onto the tip of his cock head and shiro feels a whole body shiver work out from his cock, curling his toes, tensing his abs, and tightening his fingers.
as pleasing as the sight is, though, it riles him up in the opposite direction, too. his cum is falling out of keith. it isn’t sitting heavy inside him anymore, sticking to his inner walls and marking him deep. it’s a neanderthal thought of claim, but rational, civilized shiro left the cube some time ago, and now, he sees keith, his keith, emptying.
he grits his teeth and moves his hands to keith’s hips again, a moment shy of pulling that boy back down on his cock to keep that cum inside him through forceful, albeit pleasing means. but keith is good and beats him to it. the tension keeps in his jaw; with no other outlet, he tips his head back and lets his eyes roll behind closing lids. keith’s cursing and calling him daddy again, and holy shit, shiro definitely says it aloud this time. getting his eyes open with effort, shiro watches keith move and bounce, gaze continually shifting between keith’s face and cock, indecisive on which is more pleasing to watch. he ends up watching neither, actually. the sight of his own cock, flushed red and glistening with body fluids, disappearing inside keith over and over is mesmerizing enough to enrapture shiro’s attention.
tell me… tell me how good i am.
shiro’s mouth is already open, hanging on a part as he breathes harshly in and out. trying to compose himself, he presses his tongue to his upper lip and breathes even harder, just to steady his lungs… but then there’s a shift too far. the glorious heat is gone. the perfect hug around his cock is gone. keith looks confused, poised there above him. shiro doesn’t, though. all shiro needs is a moment to return to that earlier thought, of his hard made dam breaking and all his spent cum escaping this boy.
shiro becomes a force in the next beat, using his substantial size and weight to pull keith to the bedding as he rolls over. he doesn’t stop there though. he manhandles keith to get his belly down to the sheet before draping himself entirely over him, that same neanderthal brained incentive convincing him that this is what he needs to do to stake his claim: blanket him, encompass him, let him feel his weight and size. wet cock pressed along the crease of keith’s ass and chest resting along keith’s back, shiro presses him a little deeper into the sheets and bends close to his ear. ]
You’re good, you’re so good… [ cooed softly, shiro kisses the sweaty hair curled by his ear. his voice up curls, pitching with an audible smirk. ] – but you’re also cocky.
[ he got pretty overconfident there, huh? bouncing too roughly, too absentmindedly; keith was far too concerned with hearing how good he is that he fell off of shiro’s cock entirely. tsk, tsk. ]
We’ll need to work on your riding. [ many, many times. a soft huff and then there’s movement between their bodies, shiro lifting his hips enough to get his hand on his cock. he notches his cockhead between the crease and finds keith’s hole. ]
Not now, though. Now I’m gonna fuck you, baby boy.
[ that serves as the only warning. he pushes inside in one smooth thrust, bottoming out easily from the excess of slick and cum. it’s a messy affair; this close, with him reluctant to give keith much of any room to exist without shiro literally surrounding him, shiro doesn’t have the full range to pull out. short, quick thrusts is what he manages, each one dirty and grinding. ]
i continue to feel judged for providing such wonderful tags
as pleasing as the sight is, though, it riles him up in the opposite direction, too. his cum is falling out of keith. it isn’t sitting heavy inside him anymore, sticking to his inner walls and marking him deep. it’s a neanderthal thought of claim, but rational, civilized shiro left the cube some time ago, and now, he sees keith, his keith, emptying.
he grits his teeth and moves his hands to keith’s hips again, a moment shy of pulling that boy back down on his cock to keep that cum inside him through forceful, albeit pleasing means. but keith is good and beats him to it. the tension keeps in his jaw; with no other outlet, he tips his head back and lets his eyes roll behind closing lids. keith’s cursing and calling him daddy again, and holy shit, shiro definitely says it aloud this time. getting his eyes open with effort, shiro watches keith move and bounce, gaze continually shifting between keith’s face and cock, indecisive on which is more pleasing to watch. he ends up watching neither, actually. the sight of his own cock, flushed red and glistening with body fluids, disappearing inside keith over and over is mesmerizing enough to enrapture shiro’s attention.
tell me… tell me how good i am.
shiro’s mouth is already open, hanging on a part as he breathes harshly in and out. trying to compose himself, he presses his tongue to his upper lip and breathes even harder, just to steady his lungs… but then there’s a shift too far. the glorious heat is gone. the perfect hug around his cock is gone. keith looks confused, poised there above him. shiro doesn’t, though. all shiro needs is a moment to return to that earlier thought, of his hard made dam breaking and all his spent cum escaping this boy.
shiro becomes a force in the next beat, using his substantial size and weight to pull keith to the bedding as he rolls over. he doesn’t stop there though. he manhandles keith to get his belly down to the sheet before draping himself entirely over him, that same neanderthal brained incentive convincing him that this is what he needs to do to stake his claim: blanket him, encompass him, let him feel his weight and size. wet cock pressed along the crease of keith’s ass and chest resting along keith’s back, shiro presses him a little deeper into the sheets and bends close to his ear. ]
You’re good, you’re so good… [ cooed softly, shiro kisses the sweaty hair curled by his ear. his voice up curls, pitching with an audible smirk. ] – but you’re also cocky.
[ he got pretty overconfident there, huh? bouncing too roughly, too absentmindedly; keith was far too concerned with hearing how good he is that he fell off of shiro’s cock entirely. tsk, tsk. ]
We’ll need to work on your riding. [ many, many times. a soft huff and then there’s movement between their bodies, shiro lifting his hips enough to get his hand on his cock. he notches his cockhead between the crease and finds keith’s hole. ]
Not now, though. Now I’m gonna fuck you, baby boy.
[ that serves as the only warning. he pushes inside in one smooth thrust, bottoming out easily from the excess of slick and cum. it’s a messy affair; this close, with him reluctant to give keith much of any room to exist without shiro literally surrounding him, shiro doesn’t have the full range to pull out. short, quick thrusts is what he manages, each one dirty and grinding. ]