[ as nice as the purring is, there isn’t a chance that shiro can actually fall asleep like this. tucked inside keith? yes, he could. that’s not the issue. the difficulty lies in the fact that he’s making a conscious effort to brace his weight on his forearms, not quite holding a traditional plank given the placement of his knees, but there’s enough continued effort that he can’t relax into exhaustion. he is, of course, also aware that the pretzeling of keith’s body cannot be wonderful to endure, even with this boy’s exceptional flexibility. allowing indulgence to withstand for another beat, shiro is given that extra push to lift his head when keith’s throat reverberates with another sound, putting the purring as a backdrop.

words.

keith’s teasing. shiro knows he’s bullshitting the bit of challenge there; has to be, because it’s a fact that he’s depleted this boy before, back when they were both anonymous, keeping a sheet between them. first things first, though, there’s something else to focus on. ]

Old-timer? [ eyes open and lips split apart, showcasing teeth caught up in a cocky grin. ] We’re back to that name already?

[ he kisses keith again, just because he can, putting a little more force, a little more depth into it this time. he’s definitely not an old-timer – does he have to prove it again? ]

Heh… [ pulling back with a playful flick of his tongue to wet his bottom lip, chasing whatever taste there is of keith there, shiro pushes up on his hands. here, he makes a show of slowly sliding his gaze down, eyeing the flush of keith’s sweat-slick skin from collarbones to pecs to belly, where it isn’t just sweat that has him wet. ]

I know one part of you that isn’t empty. [ gently, he shuffles further, still mostly locked together but letting keith’s spine straighten, ass coming to sit more evenly on the bed. ] Even when I pull out… you’re still gonna be full of me.