[ a perfect first time… – the goal is a familiar one. not all that long ago, shiro had been the one coaxing keith to lay back and allow himself to be led through his pleasure, every one of shiro’s touches guided by the knowledge that it was their first time together. somewhere in the midst of the anonymous reveal and keith’s resistance to let himself unravel, the goal of sweet, soft, and slow went astray. so had that time been a worthy “first”? had it been perfect?
shiro comes back with a resounding yes in mind, feeling too content and adoring to find any fault in how their first official coupling played out. will something similar happen this time, too? his stomach does a little swoop and flip at the thought, his nervous energy still present, but not increasing in the least. it would still be perfect, he concludes, because it’s a first time spent with keith, his greatest friend and most precious person in his entire universe.
he should say as much. he should reassure his boyfriend that no bar is too high for keith to reach; that he’s already well on his way to setting a new bar for shiro to fret over next time. but keith is throwing pieces of armor and stripping that suit down, stalling shiro’s blinks and drying his mouth. flopping his tongue slow and useless inside, it sticks to the roof of his mouth for a moment and then he forces a swallow. it doesn’t matter how many times he’s seen keith strip now – sometimes, shiro is the one doing it – it’s still an all encompassing action, like a tractor beam pulling him in.
the next few moments are a haze of feel good sensation, shiro’s head light and dizzy with how hard his heart is pumping in his chest. as odd as it sounds, keith looks like he belongs there between his legs: fluid in his movements and confident despite the continued comments about nervousness. shiro is in good hands. the best hands. one of which is teasing low, making shiro’s toes point and curl as his thighs quiver. there’s no way around it though, being touched there is strange. not bad strange, but – yes, strange. the spread of saliva doesn’t go far, but what it does touch is made moist and tacky. his rim flutters under the caress, reflexive and uncoordinated as his body adjusts to having someone touching there. no, not someone. keith. that makes all the difference in the world and soon, shiro exhales the heavy breath he’d been subconsciously holding, his body melting into the bedding as tense muscle relaxes. ]
You make me feel ready. [ a pause and a quieter: ] You make me feel a lot of things.
[ ready, strong, brave, loved; keith continually helps shiro put himself back together, day in and day out, sometimes in no significant way other than by simply being there. shiro so often tries to keep up the façade that he can stand on his own two feet, but he’s not sure he can. he hasn’t needed to in so long. because keith has been there, saving him and supporting him, making him feel like, no matter how bad things become, he isn’t alone.
… god, it's so obvious now. of course he’s in love with keith. how could he ever not be in love with this boy? ]
So you can… [ hands still gripped at his thighs, shiro tightens his holds and gives one, very faint wriggle to push into the circling of keith’s finger. even as he does this very lewd, very inviting maneuver, he goes shy in the eyes and goes sweet in the smile. ] Please? Make my body ready for your cock.
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shiro comes back with a resounding yes in mind, feeling too content and adoring to find any fault in how their first official coupling played out. will something similar happen this time, too? his stomach does a little swoop and flip at the thought, his nervous energy still present, but not increasing in the least. it would still be perfect, he concludes, because it’s a first time spent with keith, his greatest friend and most precious person in his entire universe.
he should say as much. he should reassure his boyfriend that no bar is too high for keith to reach; that he’s already well on his way to setting a new bar for shiro to fret over next time. but keith is throwing pieces of armor and stripping that suit down, stalling shiro’s blinks and drying his mouth. flopping his tongue slow and useless inside, it sticks to the roof of his mouth for a moment and then he forces a swallow. it doesn’t matter how many times he’s seen keith strip now – sometimes, shiro is the one doing it – it’s still an all encompassing action, like a tractor beam pulling him in.
the next few moments are a haze of feel good sensation, shiro’s head light and dizzy with how hard his heart is pumping in his chest. as odd as it sounds, keith looks like he belongs there between his legs: fluid in his movements and confident despite the continued comments about nervousness. shiro is in good hands. the best hands. one of which is teasing low, making shiro’s toes point and curl as his thighs quiver. there’s no way around it though, being touched there is strange. not bad strange, but – yes, strange. the spread of saliva doesn’t go far, but what it does touch is made moist and tacky. his rim flutters under the caress, reflexive and uncoordinated as his body adjusts to having someone touching there. no, not someone. keith. that makes all the difference in the world and soon, shiro exhales the heavy breath he’d been subconsciously holding, his body melting into the bedding as tense muscle relaxes. ]
You make me feel ready. [ a pause and a quieter: ] You make me feel a lot of things.
[ ready, strong, brave, loved; keith continually helps shiro put himself back together, day in and day out, sometimes in no significant way other than by simply being there. shiro so often tries to keep up the façade that he can stand on his own two feet, but he’s not sure he can. he hasn’t needed to in so long. because keith has been there, saving him and supporting him, making him feel like, no matter how bad things become, he isn’t alone.
… god, it's so obvious now. of course he’s in love with keith. how could he ever not be in love with this boy? ]
So you can… [ hands still gripped at his thighs, shiro tightens his holds and gives one, very faint wriggle to push into the circling of keith’s finger. even as he does this very lewd, very inviting maneuver, he goes shy in the eyes and goes sweet in the smile. ] Please? Make my body ready for your cock.