[ keith looks absolutely fucked out of his mind. gorgeous. those half-lidded, drowsy eyes are mesmerizing; shiro can’t look away. the only thing that tempts him is that the distance between them is small. keith’s panting mouth is also a beautiful invitation and it would be so easy to bend down to take those lips as thoroughly as he’s taking the rest of his body. shiro doesn’t, though, not yet, not while legs are around his pistoning hips. one, two – it doesn’t take long. all at once, the tension solidifies and keith goes rigid, hole clamping down around him to have shiro choking on a groan. keith’s hole is fluttering sweet and wet now, the space between their bodies messy with shots of cum.
good boy. keith deserves praise for that. not only for showing him exactly how pretty he is with his face awash with pleasure and throat arched with the rest of him, reverberating on a wail for daddy, but because he keeps his hands tangled up in the sheets. does this count as cumming on shiro’s cock untouched? the bedding may have assisted keith in getting there, but shiro is hook, line, and sinker on the idea that his cock fills keith out so completely that his cock is all keith needs.
turns out, that’s all shiro needs, too.
filthy thoughts and filthier reality have shiro’s thrusts growing dirtier, the mashing of body parts messy and loud with the excess of sweat, slick, and cum getting caught in the crossfire. one, two – again, it doesn’t take long. seduced so thoroughly by seeing and feeling the accumulation of keith’s pleasure, shiro tips over the edge and follows swiftly behind. pelvis locks in close and holds tight, cock jerking to empty spurt after spurt of cum inside keith. again, he thinks with satisfaction, body tingling at the mental image of that pink, puffy hole slick and leaking.
to actually see it would, of course, require him to separate himself from keith, which is not something he will be doing just yet. he groans without words through his orgasm, just barely keeping his eyes open through it. and then? when he’s spent and shivering through the aftermath? he blankets down on keith more firmly, though he never lets his full weight rest on him completely. just a minute; he just needs a minute to bury his face into the little bit of space below keith’s jawline, to breathe and to collect himself.
he doesn’t allow himself all the necessary time. amongst the panting, there’s a heavier exhale, twinged with amusement and then he’s laboring through a thinly said: ]
Holy shit, Keith… you need to come with a warning label.
[ one orgasm, two orgasms, three… and everything that happened in-between. his body is too strung out to blush, everything about him languid and content. ]
That was…
[ beyond words, really. he lifts his head instead… and there it is. there’s the proud smile. left hand smoothing back some of keith’s hair again, shiro leans down to touch his nose to keith’s. given all that just happened, the following nuzzle is surprisingly sweet. ]
:c
good boy. keith deserves praise for that. not only for showing him exactly how pretty he is with his face awash with pleasure and throat arched with the rest of him, reverberating on a wail for daddy, but because he keeps his hands tangled up in the sheets. does this count as cumming on shiro’s cock untouched? the bedding may have assisted keith in getting there, but shiro is hook, line, and sinker on the idea that his cock fills keith out so completely that his cock is all keith needs.
turns out, that’s all shiro needs, too.
filthy thoughts and filthier reality have shiro’s thrusts growing dirtier, the mashing of body parts messy and loud with the excess of sweat, slick, and cum getting caught in the crossfire. one, two – again, it doesn’t take long. seduced so thoroughly by seeing and feeling the accumulation of keith’s pleasure, shiro tips over the edge and follows swiftly behind. pelvis locks in close and holds tight, cock jerking to empty spurt after spurt of cum inside keith. again, he thinks with satisfaction, body tingling at the mental image of that pink, puffy hole slick and leaking.
to actually see it would, of course, require him to separate himself from keith, which is not something he will be doing just yet. he groans without words through his orgasm, just barely keeping his eyes open through it. and then? when he’s spent and shivering through the aftermath? he blankets down on keith more firmly, though he never lets his full weight rest on him completely. just a minute; he just needs a minute to bury his face into the little bit of space below keith’s jawline, to breathe and to collect himself.
he doesn’t allow himself all the necessary time. amongst the panting, there’s a heavier exhale, twinged with amusement and then he’s laboring through a thinly said: ]
Holy shit, Keith… you need to come with a warning label.
[ one orgasm, two orgasms, three… and everything that happened in-between. his body is too strung out to blush, everything about him languid and content. ]
That was…
[ beyond words, really. he lifts his head instead… and there it is. there’s the proud smile. left hand smoothing back some of keith’s hair again, shiro leans down to touch his nose to keith’s. given all that just happened, the following nuzzle is surprisingly sweet. ]
You were wonderful.