[ now that’s funny. lamenting the fact that he’s bagged himself a boyfriend who knows how to fuck well. makes him so hard, too hard, heh, what a problem to have. here and there, shiro catches himself wondering what other trysts keith has had with fellow inmates. he gets bits and pieces from keith, but never names or detailed recollections. for the best, really, because despite his acceptance of their situation and how choice is not always a possibility, shiro is as stubbornly monogamous as they come. possessive is another word for it, with full potential of being a touch too jealous. so he thinks good, let keith whine and gasp as his body takes on a mind of its own, so different from any other mediocre hook-ups keith’s had here. the only one who can make him this hard is shiro; keith better remember that.
the thought is satisfying, but shiro’s low-based, brutish focus has him grunting, teeth grit as this addicting boy widens his legs, trying to coax more of shiro’s cock. it works. of course it works.
as reluctant as shiro is to press his weight up and off of keith, who feels so good trapped beneath him, shiro is weak to the prospect of sliding inch by inch by inch of his entire cock in and out of that tight hole. all it takes is the mere suggestion and shiro is gone, pushing up with both hands to find the right leverage. he doesn’t stay perched on both hands however. his right does all the stabilizing, metal fingers splayed wide across the bedding. as for his left? it presses to keith’s spine, there between his shoulder blades, applying just enough pressure to keep him down and buried in the bedding.
adjusting his legs and widening on his knees, he abruptly changes the tempo. the next thrust draws back long; the drag is exaggerated, slow and patient as he finds the full length of himself, right until only his cockhead is kept tight. one pause and then his hips snap down, his slick drenched cock smoothly settling in as far as it will go to have his pelvis meeting keith’s with a loud, satisfying slap. repetition is easy. natural. he only needs that one run through and then he’s settled in, fucking keith in full, earnest strokes that come at a fast pace. ]
How’s that, baby?
[ does he have anything else to complain about? shiro smirks through a groan caught low in his throat, and adjusts his left hand higher, sweeping at the sweat curls of keith’s nape before pushing down again with just enough force to reestablish who is in charge. ]
You like being fucked into the mattress by daddy? Is this finally enough for you?
i admit to nothing
the thought is satisfying, but shiro’s low-based, brutish focus has him grunting, teeth grit as this addicting boy widens his legs, trying to coax more of shiro’s cock. it works. of course it works.
as reluctant as shiro is to press his weight up and off of keith, who feels so good trapped beneath him, shiro is weak to the prospect of sliding inch by inch by inch of his entire cock in and out of that tight hole. all it takes is the mere suggestion and shiro is gone, pushing up with both hands to find the right leverage. he doesn’t stay perched on both hands however. his right does all the stabilizing, metal fingers splayed wide across the bedding. as for his left? it presses to keith’s spine, there between his shoulder blades, applying just enough pressure to keep him down and buried in the bedding.
adjusting his legs and widening on his knees, he abruptly changes the tempo. the next thrust draws back long; the drag is exaggerated, slow and patient as he finds the full length of himself, right until only his cockhead is kept tight. one pause and then his hips snap down, his slick drenched cock smoothly settling in as far as it will go to have his pelvis meeting keith’s with a loud, satisfying slap. repetition is easy. natural. he only needs that one run through and then he’s settled in, fucking keith in full, earnest strokes that come at a fast pace. ]
How’s that, baby?
[ does he have anything else to complain about? shiro smirks through a groan caught low in his throat, and adjusts his left hand higher, sweeping at the sweat curls of keith’s nape before pushing down again with just enough force to reestablish who is in charge. ]
You like being fucked into the mattress by daddy? Is this finally enough for you?