[ it's almost pathetic really, how his cock jerks with the lightest of touch. the hitched breath soon becomes a moan stifled into his palm as soft lips press on the head, like it could have been a kiss as innocent as one pressed to the cheek. faintly, keith winds up amused.
asking nice had been a mild way of saying that he liked the directness of this man's filthy request, but the gentle innocence of how he's handling his dick now is something keith is surprisingly weak for. toes curl as pre wets the tip. he can't see obviously, but he can imagine a sweetly reverent look on his mystery guy's face as he mouths carefully, indulgently and sucks. keith groans louder this time before he can think better of himself, shivering as the heat of his tongue circles at the slit. all too quickly, the temptation to speak has to be bitten down on as keith slowly rolls his hips forward, pushing into the tight seal and grunting as the first ridge catches then breaches the wet heat of his mouth.
fuck is all he can muster up as that of his tongue wipes away more pre. already the mood is wrong. in his note, he said he wanted to fuck this guy the way he'd gotten fucked in the library. this slow and if it weren't for the door it could have even been tender. keith takes his hand away from his mouth, then flattens both palms against the door as he continues to drive his cock into that waiting mouth.
he's not supposed to imagine anything, but lips catch on the second ridge, then the third -- marking the half way point, and in a haze, keith wants to know so much about what's going on just on the other side. is the guy on his knees? sitting in a chair? eyes open? eyes closed? clothed? naked? touching himself? hard?
keith groans, the low needy sound poorly muffled by the balsa wood. his mystery person had a wonderfully thick dick that filled up his mouth, clogged his throat and it's with a guilty half jerk that keith pulls back very slightly when his thoughts drift to the thickness of shiro's cock grinding against his cock and ass. shivering, keith swallows, then balls his fists and pistons his hips forward until the last ridge pushes past lips and the tip meets resistance.
breathing hard, keith pauses there, knowing he should give this guy a second before trying to go further. but maybe that's courtesy he doesn't deserve? or does he, after the tenderness of those kisses? feeling vaguely feverish, keith counts to a sloppy three seconds before drumming a restless pattern on the door with his fingers.
and then he thrusts -- hard, quick, fully intent on pushing deep into the tightness of this man's throat and all but mewling out his mental cacophony of take it, take it, take it. ]
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asking nice had been a mild way of saying that he liked the directness of this man's filthy request, but the gentle innocence of how he's handling his dick now is something keith is surprisingly weak for. toes curl as pre wets the tip. he can't see obviously, but he can imagine a sweetly reverent look on his mystery guy's face as he mouths carefully, indulgently and sucks. keith groans louder this time before he can think better of himself, shivering as the heat of his tongue circles at the slit. all too quickly, the temptation to speak has to be bitten down on as keith slowly rolls his hips forward, pushing into the tight seal and grunting as the first ridge catches then breaches the wet heat of his mouth.
fuck is all he can muster up as that of his tongue wipes away more pre. already the mood is wrong. in his note, he said he wanted to fuck this guy the way he'd gotten fucked in the library. this slow and if it weren't for the door it could have even been tender. keith takes his hand away from his mouth, then flattens both palms against the door as he continues to drive his cock into that waiting mouth.
he's not supposed to imagine anything, but lips catch on the second ridge, then the third -- marking the half way point, and in a haze, keith wants to know so much about what's going on just on the other side. is the guy on his knees? sitting in a chair? eyes open? eyes closed? clothed? naked? touching himself? hard?
keith groans, the low needy sound poorly muffled by the balsa wood. his mystery person had a wonderfully thick dick that filled up his mouth, clogged his throat and it's with a guilty half jerk that keith pulls back very slightly when his thoughts drift to the thickness of shiro's cock grinding against his cock and ass. shivering, keith swallows, then balls his fists and pistons his hips forward until the last ridge pushes past lips and the tip meets resistance.
breathing hard, keith pauses there, knowing he should give this guy a second before trying to go further. but maybe that's courtesy he doesn't deserve? or does he, after the tenderness of those kisses? feeling vaguely feverish, keith counts to a sloppy three seconds before drumming a restless pattern on the door with his fingers.
and then he thrusts -- hard, quick, fully intent on pushing deep into the tightness of this man's throat and all but mewling out his mental cacophony of take it, take it, take it. ]