[ that didn't take long? contented as keith is with sucking little marks on his good boy's chest, he initially assumes that's in reference to the way shiro has gone firm in his hand. keith pulls away, looking down from his vantage point to the cock head pointing back up at him from within the tight circle of shiro's fist. keith purrs, clearly pleased with the luscious sight of his boyfriend hard nad perky, only to pout a little when he notices his gaze has drifted elsewhere.
following shiro's line of sight, the meaning of the phrase that didn't take long takes on a different meaning. having been in prison long enough to be generally familiar with each inmate, this one is at least more memorable than the others simply by virtue of being one of his boyfriend's neighbors. keith eyes him up, unmoving from his position of straddling shiro's knees, and for a moment it's the most bizarre standoff keith has ever been in.
shiro with his cock out. the neighbor ogling with open fascination and keith caught between wanting to tell the guy to fuck off wanting to make a point. all in all, he ought to be far more attuned to the tension that's crept into shiro's body language, but his lizard brain is only finding fault with one thing in particular.
first, he cups shiro's face in both his hands, kissing and sucking his lips with pos[sessive indulgence. ]
Stroke for me, babe. Just for me. Ignore the idiot.
[ the instruction is wildly hypocritical though, as keith keeps the neighbor trained in his peripheral vision while kissing and giving shiro's nip a final pinch. ]
Gona teaches him something.
[ perhaps a little alarmingly, keith takes his hands off shiro and grabs the handle of his knife. pulling the crotch flight suit away from his pelvis, keith then cuts into the fabric and reaches inside to pull out his own hard cock. eyes still trained on the interloper, keith squeezes his cock to shiro's and slowly strokes them off together.
the inmate stares open-mouthed, face warming ... right up until the point keith switches his knife out for the bayard. the bayard which becomes a laser rifle that's pointed right at his head. keith doesn't have to issue a threat, the man runs off to his cube metaphorical tail tucked between his legs.
perhaps it's wrong to laugh, but in his addled state, keith can't help preening over the victory. he kisses shiro on the lips, murmuring: ]
as long as shiro remembers keith was also high on potpourri..
following shiro's line of sight, the meaning of the phrase that didn't take long takes on a different meaning. having been in prison long enough to be generally familiar with each inmate, this one is at least more memorable than the others simply by virtue of being one of his boyfriend's neighbors. keith eyes him up, unmoving from his position of straddling shiro's knees, and for a moment it's the most bizarre standoff keith has ever been in.
shiro with his cock out. the neighbor ogling with open fascination and keith caught between wanting to tell the guy to fuck off wanting to make a point. all in all, he ought to be far more attuned to the tension that's crept into shiro's body language, but his lizard brain is only finding fault with one thing in particular.
first, he cups shiro's face in both his hands, kissing and sucking his lips with pos[sessive indulgence. ]
Stroke for me, babe. Just for me. Ignore the idiot.
[ the instruction is wildly hypocritical though, as keith keeps the neighbor trained in his peripheral vision while kissing and giving shiro's nip a final pinch. ]
Gona teaches him something.
[ perhaps a little alarmingly, keith takes his hands off shiro and grabs the handle of his knife. pulling the crotch flight suit away from his pelvis, keith then cuts into the fabric and reaches inside to pull out his own hard cock. eyes still trained on the interloper, keith squeezes his cock to shiro's and slowly strokes them off together.
the inmate stares open-mouthed, face warming ... right up until the point keith switches his knife out for the bayard. the bayard which becomes a laser rifle that's pointed right at his head. keith doesn't have to issue a threat, the man runs off to his cube metaphorical tail tucked between his legs.
perhaps it's wrong to laugh, but in his addled state, keith can't help preening over the victory. he kisses shiro on the lips, murmuring: ]
There. Let's go be warm inside. I'll carry you.