[ keith honestly isn't expecting the kiss to be as brief as it is, so a tick after shiro's moved on to settle at his chest, his lips are still pursed for a sleepy smooch. far too tired to be embarrassed about it, keith gentles into a pout, and then a yawn as he tips his head back on the pillow and slowly, carefully unhooks his ankles from around his boyfriend's ass. it's an awkward position, really, with his legs and ass still suspended off the mattress by shiro's weight, with each fractional movement of shiro's cock inside causing a faint throb.

and yet, keith does nothing about it. he rolls his head back on the pillow, opening up his neck and throat, and allows the purring to fill up a brief silence. as flippant as shiro is about the subject now, it's still difficult to wrap his head around the likelihood of such a strange series of coincidences leading up to this point in their lives. too difficult really, for keith to process while his head is stuffed with floating cotton balls. ]

... yeah. Heh. But I think this is the first time you actually got me feeling a lil tired, old-timer. My balls feel so empty.