[ at present, shiro is beyond shame. so when keith drops a command on when and how shiro is meant to cum, shiro does not balk from the memory it immediately brings to mind. in fact, shiro is quite the opposite. he’s eager and pleased, head bobbling into the snow as he needlessly nods in frantic jerks. keith is busy elsewhere, licking his chest and teasing his already hard nip nops, and shiro’s hazy, cotton-stuffed brain comes to realize that, no, keith can’t see him nodding and that he really ought to say something. ]
Sir, yes, sir.
[ … later, he will remember his shame and groan aloud for a completely different reason. for now, he groans and whines and squirms to that lovely thumb drawing circles over his slit, swiping every bit of pre that beads there. it’s endless it seems. embarrassingly, stupefied shiro hopes there’s enough left when his actual orgasm hits, because he wants to be good, he wants to be perfect, he wants to make keith proud of how filthy he becomes with both of their messes splattered on him. no one will mistake that he’s been claimed.
who he’s trying to prove this to remains to be a mystery. since that neighbor, no one else has come to stare. for the best, really, because shiro is making these short, punched out sounds to keith’s grinding, legs trying to splay wider despite the restriction of his pants. ]
Want you inside. Want, nngh – your cock.
[ his very unique cock with ridges upon ridges. shiro has nothing to compare it to. should he be nervous? is it going to feel strange? he’s had keith in his throat, though, and compared to the other cocks he’s sucked in his lifetime, keith’s is, unsurprisingly, his favorite. it’s the challenge of it, as well as the fun of mapping out its very unique shape. the fact that it is also attached to keith, his best friend who he’s just decided that he’s very much in love with, seals the favoritism. so if it feels amazing in his throat, then it has to be otherworldly inside his ass – right?
coherency is a fleeting thing. it takes very little to derail shiro’s thoughts and focus them elsewhere. namely? the tensing of his body as keith works his cock with hand, hips and the ever addicting friction of keith’s cock moving against him. keith hits it first and wildly, shiro scrambles his hands out, grasping at all the hard panes of keith’s armor, and kicks out his legs to hook them around keith’s hamstrings. almost, almost, he needs to – at the same time… !
keith’s dumped cum on him by the time shiro catches up. voice raising to match and intermingle with keith’s, shiro wails keith’s name, face awash with pleasure and eyes screwed tightly shut. shiro loses count of how many pumps of cum land on him, but by the end of it, his chest to belly is a mess. just as keith ordered. smiling on that thought, shiro slowly opens his eyes, everything about him lazy in the moment as he unhooks his legs and ungrasps his fingers, collapsing into the snow. ]
Did I do good? [ he’s got a hand between them, fingers splayed out as he smears their combined cum around and around. ] Was I perfect?
forsooth l:
Sir, yes, sir.
[ … later, he will remember his shame and groan aloud for a completely different reason. for now, he groans and whines and squirms to that lovely thumb drawing circles over his slit, swiping every bit of pre that beads there. it’s endless it seems. embarrassingly, stupefied shiro hopes there’s enough left when his actual orgasm hits, because he wants to be good, he wants to be perfect, he wants to make keith proud of how filthy he becomes with both of their messes splattered on him. no one will mistake that he’s been claimed.
who he’s trying to prove this to remains to be a mystery. since that neighbor, no one else has come to stare. for the best, really, because shiro is making these short, punched out sounds to keith’s grinding, legs trying to splay wider despite the restriction of his pants. ]
Want you inside. Want, nngh – your cock.
[ his very unique cock with ridges upon ridges. shiro has nothing to compare it to. should he be nervous? is it going to feel strange? he’s had keith in his throat, though, and compared to the other cocks he’s sucked in his lifetime, keith’s is, unsurprisingly, his favorite. it’s the challenge of it, as well as the fun of mapping out its very unique shape. the fact that it is also attached to keith, his best friend who he’s just decided that he’s very much in love with, seals the favoritism. so if it feels amazing in his throat, then it has to be otherworldly inside his ass – right?
coherency is a fleeting thing. it takes very little to derail shiro’s thoughts and focus them elsewhere. namely? the tensing of his body as keith works his cock with hand, hips and the ever addicting friction of keith’s cock moving against him. keith hits it first and wildly, shiro scrambles his hands out, grasping at all the hard panes of keith’s armor, and kicks out his legs to hook them around keith’s hamstrings. almost, almost, he needs to – at the same time… !
keith’s dumped cum on him by the time shiro catches up. voice raising to match and intermingle with keith’s, shiro wails keith’s name, face awash with pleasure and eyes screwed tightly shut. shiro loses count of how many pumps of cum land on him, but by the end of it, his chest to belly is a mess. just as keith ordered. smiling on that thought, shiro slowly opens his eyes, everything about him lazy in the moment as he unhooks his legs and ungrasps his fingers, collapsing into the snow. ]
Did I do good? [ he’s got a hand between them, fingers splayed out as he smears their combined cum around and around. ] Was I perfect?