[ all said, i'll keep you satisfied is clearly a bit of teasing that's perfectly in line with the kind of playful banter they've been messing with. yet the cockiness of the declaration makes keith squirmyth, cheeks warming.
they're still only talking about kisses is what keith is quick to remind himself, but it's hard when they're positioned and dressed the way they are to keep his imagination from wandering. this whole time here, nobody has assured him of anything like that. even anon who comes closest to being someone keith can go to when he's craving more without fear of judgment hasn't made such assurances.
though, maybe agreeing to be a "good boy" is something akin to that?
fuck. was that anon's way of saying he'll take care of keith? intent is so much harder to read when there's balsa wood between them and keith is under no delusion that the guy wants anything from him other than a willing mouth and ass to fuck. keith blinks, not quite wanting to be thinking about anon at all right now, but he can't help wondering if shiro with all his gentle care will could actually satisfy him the way he's gotten used to.
nervously, keith wets his lips as he shifts his gaze away briefly, too ashamed to even look at shiro while thinking about the literal hole in the wall and the dick that comes poking through. keith takes a breath, then flicks his gaze back up to hold eye contact. kiss exclusivity ... right. ]
Just you. Only you get to kiss me like this.
[ the smile on his face is a little shy, but despite knowing better about the sanctity of his bodily autonomy or shiro's for that matter, the idea is something he's fond of. ]
...heh. Honestly I don't know if I even like being looked at when things get... you know. And afterwards, too. You're the only one I actually feel really relaxed around, you know? So I guess ... it goes without saying.
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they're still only talking about kisses is what keith is quick to remind himself, but it's hard when they're positioned and dressed the way they are to keep his imagination from wandering. this whole time here, nobody has assured him of anything like that. even anon who comes closest to being someone keith can go to when he's craving more without fear of judgment hasn't made such assurances.
though, maybe agreeing to be a "good boy" is something akin to that?
fuck. was that anon's way of saying he'll take care of keith? intent is so much harder to read when there's balsa wood between them and keith is under no delusion that the guy wants anything from him other than a willing mouth and ass to fuck. keith blinks, not quite wanting to be thinking about anon at all right now, but he can't help wondering if shiro with all his gentle care will could actually satisfy him the way he's gotten used to.
nervously, keith wets his lips as he shifts his gaze away briefly, too ashamed to even look at shiro while thinking about the literal hole in the wall and the dick that comes poking through. keith takes a breath, then flicks his gaze back up to hold eye contact. kiss exclusivity ... right. ]
Just you. Only you get to kiss me like this.
[ the smile on his face is a little shy, but despite knowing better about the sanctity of his bodily autonomy or shiro's for that matter, the idea is something he's fond of. ]
...heh. Honestly I don't know if I even like being looked at when things get... you know. And afterwards, too. You're the only one I actually feel really relaxed around, you know? So I guess ... it goes without saying.