[ still freshly doe-eyed over the enormity of loving shiro, keith is visibly reluctant to take his hands off his boyfriend but finally gets to the task of loosening up the armor encasing his legs. after all, if there's not enough time, then there's even less reason to be spending what time does exist mostly dressed while the love of his life is on full display and waiting to be taken care of.
except waiting isn't really what shiro's doing at all. just as keith loosens up the guards on his left leg, shiro is in motion in his peripheral vision. keith swivels, tracking instinctively only to suck in an audible breath as shiro spreads his thighs and rolls up to lift his ass.
[ shit. his voice doesn't sound right. pitched high, his voice threatens to crack on the questioning tone, and keith quickly clears his throat and impaitnetly rips the armor off his leg and tosses it ... somewhere. wherever it lands, keith isn't looking because his eyes are on shiro's face, joy absolutely brimming on his face. ]
I'm a little nervous, too. Because I wanna make you feel as incredible as you make me feel.
[ and having said as much out loud, keith lets out a nervous laugh as he grapples with the last chunk of armor on his other leg. ]
You've set the bar so high, big guy. And it's your first time, so it's gotta be so perfect.
[ is he capable of that? perfection isn't keith's strong suit, but at the same time... he's not a total virgin who's never used his dick to get someone else off before. all the same, it's entirely different. keith doesn't want to think about other times and other people he's been with. he wants to master shiro specifically and learn what it is that shiro needs.
chucking the other guard aside with the same amoutn of care as the last, keith finally gets to unzipping his undersuit and sheepishly feeding his already half-hard dick back through the cut in the front to finally strip nude and position himself on his knees between the split of shiro's legs. hands pressed to the underside of shiro's thighs, keith gives them both a generous squeeze as he leans low to press a gentle kiss to one knee. ]
So maybe if we're both nervous, that cancels it out.
[ or something. nerves don't work remotely like that. in fact, they usually exacerbate each other, but still. keith's touch stays gentle as fingers gently trace up the inside of shiro's thigh, roaming lovingly over his sack and lower to tease at the perineum. ]
I'm going to take good care of you, Shiro. Nothing's going inside until you feel ready.
[ a promise keith seals by lifting his hand up to give his index a long lick. once wet with saliva, he gives shiro's hole a light playful tap before rolling the pad of his finger along the outside of the rim. as oromised, there's no pressure, just the lightest of touches to familiarize shiro with being touched here. ]
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except waiting isn't really what shiro's doing at all. just as keith loosens up the guards on his left leg, shiro is in motion in his peripheral vision. keith swivels, tracking instinctively only to suck in an audible breath as shiro spreads his thighs and rolls up to lift his ass.
there's no reason the sight of a guy presenting this way for him should suck all the air out of his lungs. even for a cliché it's so painfully cliché that there probably ought to be a new word invented for this exact phenomenon. and all the same, keith is helplessly drawn into the cortex currently posing as his boyfriend, heart hammering so fast that he forgets to breathe as drinks up every last detail of shiro's ass from cheeks to a tight pink hole. keith could spend an embarrassing amount of time simply drooling over the sight, but mercifully his chest starts to burn and keith sputters on his next inhale instead. ]
Oh... oh my god?
[ shit. his voice doesn't sound right. pitched high, his voice threatens to crack on the questioning tone, and keith quickly clears his throat and impaitnetly rips the armor off his leg and tosses it ... somewhere. wherever it lands, keith isn't looking because his eyes are on shiro's face, joy absolutely brimming on his face. ]
I'm a little nervous, too. Because I wanna make you feel as incredible as you make me feel.
[ and having said as much out loud, keith lets out a nervous laugh as he grapples with the last chunk of armor on his other leg. ]
You've set the bar so high, big guy. And it's your first time, so it's gotta be so perfect.
[ is he capable of that? perfection isn't keith's strong suit, but at the same time... he's not a total virgin who's never used his dick to get someone else off before. all the same, it's entirely different. keith doesn't want to think about other times and other people he's been with. he wants to master shiro specifically and learn what it is that shiro needs.
chucking the other guard aside with the same amoutn of care as the last, keith finally gets to unzipping his undersuit and sheepishly feeding his already half-hard dick back through the cut in the front to finally strip nude and position himself on his knees between the split of shiro's legs. hands pressed to the underside of shiro's thighs, keith gives them both a generous squeeze as he leans low to press a gentle kiss to one knee. ]
So maybe if we're both nervous, that cancels it out.
[ or something. nerves don't work remotely like that. in fact, they usually exacerbate each other, but still. keith's touch stays gentle as fingers gently trace up the inside of shiro's thigh, roaming lovingly over his sack and lower to tease at the perineum. ]
I'm going to take good care of you, Shiro. Nothing's going inside until you feel ready.
[ a promise keith seals by lifting his hand up to give his index a long lick. once wet with saliva, he gives shiro's hole a light playful tap before rolling the pad of his finger along the outside of the rim. as oromised, there's no pressure, just the lightest of touches to familiarize shiro with being touched here. ]