[ oh yeah. he got him good. real good. twice inside and once out. so make a mess? keith is already a mess of shared bodily fluids. keith’s an absolute vision, too, all flushed and languid, making it particularly difficult for shiro to get his breathing under control. he’s still got that unevenness going, eyes on keith as he rears back a little more, watching, as well as feeling, those fingers poke and prod. god, even that casual exploration is addicting. but shiro is depleted, too. his dick is soft, his balls are empty, he’s had three of the greatest orgasms tonight and he’s deep seated in satisfaction that has him fully sated…
until keith changes titles on him. daddy. oh. so they’re still… that’s okay… that wasn’t a one time thing…?
shiro’s very tired, very overworked cock twitches; it actually twitches and shiro swears he feels it spit out one, last drizzle of cum from somewhere. does he need to say it? is it not written all over his face? the low lashes that flutter, the soft rounding of his lips that utter oh, the heaviness of his gaze that drags like a caress up, up to keith’s face. ]
Yeah. [ breathy, too breathy. ] I like that one.
[ at least he has the decency not to embarrass either of them further by turning the question back on keith: do you still like being my baby boy? he simply assumes it, voice low with heat, despite having no real energy to follow through to anything more than a tease. ]
So what should we do, baby? Seems a shame to let my cum spill out of you.
no subject
until keith changes titles on him. daddy. oh. so they’re still… that’s okay… that wasn’t a one time thing…?
shiro’s very tired, very overworked cock twitches; it actually twitches and shiro swears he feels it spit out one, last drizzle of cum from somewhere. does he need to say it? is it not written all over his face? the low lashes that flutter, the soft rounding of his lips that utter oh, the heaviness of his gaze that drags like a caress up, up to keith’s face. ]
Yeah. [ breathy, too breathy. ] I like that one.
[ at least he has the decency not to embarrass either of them further by turning the question back on keith: do you still like being my baby boy? he simply assumes it, voice low with heat, despite having no real energy to follow through to anything more than a tease. ]
So what should we do, baby? Seems a shame to let my cum spill out of you.