[ he’s not an exhibitionist. his sentencing sheet may call for it with that unchecked box labeled dogging, but shiro can honestly say, that in all his twenty-five years, he has never once wanted to fuck or be fucked in front of an audience. but with cold against his back and heat on his thighs, right here, right now, shiro wants it. it’s the look in keith’s eyes that does it for him. he’s hazy, yet determined, generous, yet greedy, open, yet possessive. it’s that last one that has shiro giving a full-body shudder. keith’s beautiful on any given day, but he’s absolutely breathtaking when he’s in control. and he is here. he moves with purpose, knowing exactly what it is he wants and what he needs, slicing his own suit open like it’s nothing. and maybe it isn’t. maybe that suit is meaningless compared to the necessity of feeling skin to skin.
shiro has no attention for his neighbor. keith said something about teaching him something but shiro is being taught, too; taught that he belongs to this boy. so he watches keith with rapt attention, mouth parted and breath heavy, only to stutter weakly as keith squeezes their cocks together. those ridges press hard against his shaft and it probably should be uncomfortable, but shiro is so embarrassingly turned on by keith’s direction that, with the squeeze, his cockhead spittles out a glob of pre. so consumed by the dizzying affect keith has on him, shiro barely registers why keith’s laughing until he’s kissed soundly and told there, with the kind of finality that finally gets shiro to blink a glance to where his neighbor once stood.
let’s go be warm inside.
the promise of being held in keith’s arms again is a tempting, very wanted thing, but shiro blurts out: ]
No.
[ afterwards, he bites his lip, looking cagey and uncertain for outright denying keith’s wants. he wants to please keith. he wants to be and do whatever it is keith needs. but part of him is still caught up in the idea of being claimed, of being seen as keith’s. doesn’t keith want that too? so he tries again with a softer: ]
Please. [ lowering himself to the ground, he shivers but not solely from the snow at his back. With both hands, he pulls his shirt impossibly higher, putting as much skin on display as he can. ] Cum on me first. There are others… they need to be taught, too. Need to know I’m marked as yours.
yes... tho i dunno if he'll be able to look keith in the eye for a few days after this
shiro has no attention for his neighbor. keith said something about teaching him something but shiro is being taught, too; taught that he belongs to this boy. so he watches keith with rapt attention, mouth parted and breath heavy, only to stutter weakly as keith squeezes their cocks together. those ridges press hard against his shaft and it probably should be uncomfortable, but shiro is so embarrassingly turned on by keith’s direction that, with the squeeze, his cockhead spittles out a glob of pre. so consumed by the dizzying affect keith has on him, shiro barely registers why keith’s laughing until he’s kissed soundly and told there, with the kind of finality that finally gets shiro to blink a glance to where his neighbor once stood.
let’s go be warm inside.
the promise of being held in keith’s arms again is a tempting, very wanted thing, but shiro blurts out: ]
No.
[ afterwards, he bites his lip, looking cagey and uncertain for outright denying keith’s wants. he wants to please keith. he wants to be and do whatever it is keith needs. but part of him is still caught up in the idea of being claimed, of being seen as keith’s. doesn’t keith want that too? so he tries again with a softer: ]
Please. [ lowering himself to the ground, he shivers but not solely from the snow at his back. With both hands, he pulls his shirt impossibly higher, putting as much skin on display as he can. ] Cum on me first. There are others… they need to be taught, too. Need to know I’m marked as yours.