[ yes. yes they are back to old-timer because keith will never not be fond of teasing his best friend with that, despite the fact that space-time has shaved off a few years from their age difference. but of course, shiro cuts the potential of immediate banter short, first with a longer, filthier kiss and then by shifting and making keith gasp and reflexively clench on shiro's soft cock as his spine levels.

momentarily derailed, and easing back into steadier breaths and relaxing, keith only manages a squirmy huff before gently planting his feet on the mattress. he tries, really tries, to pout, but simply can't stop smiling in earnest. ]

It does feel like you got me real good.

[ lifting his arm off of shiro's neck, keith walks his hand down between his legs, index mapping out the feel of their connection, prodding gently at the base of shiro'c wet cock, and the stretch of his rim. \

When you pull out, it's gonna make a mess. I doubt I can hold it all, old-timer. [ a beat, then more cyly: ] ... Daddy. If you like that one better.