[ it's only the first syllable and still, hearing the name even partly moaned in his own voice makes keith heart jump in his chest. no, no -- no words, no thoughts, nothing. he isn't supposed to be thinking about anything other than the unfamiliar and overwhelming bolts of pressure and pleasure being rammed through his backside.
there's a lot he ought to be worried about. like whether or not he's even going to be able to get up and move afterwards. if when the pulse of his adrenaline high high clouding his head and ass fades his ass will ever feel right again. whatever, this is all future keith's proble. for now, he has to contend with keeping his fucking mouth shut so he doesn't breathe another incriminating peep of a half name.
especiallywhining in lieu of begging with words.
don't stop, don't stop, don't--
the next thrust rips another pitched scream from his lip as anon's cock slams hard inside and makes his cock spill. behind him, there's an ominous crack of balsa wood and keith is so fucking gone on circulating endorphins that he can't even process what the fuck is going on, except that he really likes it. cock jerking in his hand, keith groans low, deep and urgent as his body shakes apart with the need to -- what? go? damn near frantic, keith yanks at his cock, base to tip frenzied desperation as he hits a peak and spills shot after shot of cum onto the seat of the chair, and all but collapsing on top of the arm rests as he gasps through the afterglow, ass milking the cock inside for everything. it has to give. ]
i can't believe this is game canon now
there's a lot he ought to be worried about. like whether or not he's even going to be able to get up and move afterwards. if when the pulse of his adrenaline high high clouding his head and ass fades his ass will ever feel right again. whatever, this is all future keith's proble. for now, he has to contend with keeping his fucking mouth shut so he doesn't breathe another incriminating peep of a half name.
especiallywhining in lieu of begging with words.
don't stop, don't stop, don't--
the next thrust rips another pitched scream from his lip as anon's cock slams hard inside and makes his cock spill. behind him, there's an ominous crack of balsa wood and keith is so fucking gone on circulating endorphins that he can't even process what the fuck is going on, except that he really likes it. cock jerking in his hand, keith groans low, deep and urgent as his body shakes apart with the need to -- what? go? damn near frantic, keith yanks at his cock, base to tip frenzied desperation as he hits a peak and spills shot after shot of cum onto the seat of the chair, and all but collapsing on top of the arm rests as he gasps through the afterglow, ass milking the cock inside for everything. it has to give. ]