[ that sounds like a good fuck. shiro is stubborn about keeping his eyes open and his neck craned, watching everything there is to see in keith's reaction to him, rather than giving himself over to the sensations bombarding him. those are just as overwhelming and addictive, so potent from the smallest of touches. he continues to cling to the word strange, despite having done this countless times to keith and others throughout his life. he knows the routine of it, so, in theory, nothing about this should be surprising; he even knows that it's meant to feel good. still, his rim opens with the increased pressure of keith's fingertip, barely doing anything that constitutes as a stretch and he sighs oh, body warm and pounding with heartbeat, with blood, with dizzying feeling.
it hardly lasts any significant length of time. keith's eyes are absolutely gorgeous: dazed and mesmerized, they're stuck on shiro's most intimate area, and it's so embarrassing, how shiro is mesmerized by keith being mesmerized, the two of them stuck in this mesmerized loop. fucking ridiculous. shiro is deaf to any self-awareness though. the only thing that has him breaking his stare is that the pressure retreats. not entirely, of course. the slow churning of keith's finger at his rim keeps him breathing shallow, his hole now rhythmically clenching and relaxing, trying to catch that finger if it traces too close.
keith's fingers are tiny, is his take away thought. that hadn't even been a finger. it had been the barest hint of a fingertip. a finger will be thicker, longer. two fingers more so. and then Keith's cock? with all of its raised ridges? shiro bites his lip, wondering if he's ready for that.
We need lube –
yes. yes they do. then keith can slip right inside and work him open and –
is there any in your locker?
is there any in… does he have any… what did he do with that lube bottle…? shiro had one originally, one that he periodically used over the months of being here. he'd even used it with keith once for his birthday. but since then…
it takes his slowed brain a few moments to put it together, of how keith is his own lube dispenser and how, during the following day's cleanup, shiro had laughed and thrown the bottle away. the contents had dwindled low, though there would have been enough for another few couplings. there would have been enough for now.
realization dawns and horror comes in swiftly behind. ]
Oh fuck. [ he let's go of his thighs, ass flopping to the bedding and jostling everything that had felt so nice a moment ago. those hands come up to his face instead, palms pressing into his eyes and then running down. ] No. No I don't have any.
[ his job is to please keith and how is he accomplishing that? by neglecting to keep lube stocked? idiot. so shameful. so unprepared. ]
I'm sorry. [ and now he's moving, trying to roll over so he can get up and off the bed. ] I'll take care of it. I'll go get some right now.
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it hardly lasts any significant length of time. keith's eyes are absolutely gorgeous: dazed and mesmerized, they're stuck on shiro's most intimate area, and it's so embarrassing, how shiro is mesmerized by keith being mesmerized, the two of them stuck in this mesmerized loop. fucking ridiculous. shiro is deaf to any self-awareness though. the only thing that has him breaking his stare is that the pressure retreats. not entirely, of course. the slow churning of keith's finger at his rim keeps him breathing shallow, his hole now rhythmically clenching and relaxing, trying to catch that finger if it traces too close.
keith's fingers are tiny, is his take away thought. that hadn't even been a finger. it had been the barest hint of a fingertip. a finger will be thicker, longer. two fingers more so. and then Keith's cock? with all of its raised ridges? shiro bites his lip, wondering if he's ready for that.
We need lube –
yes. yes they do. then keith can slip right inside and work him open and –
is there any in your locker?
is there any in… does he have any… what did he do with that lube bottle…? shiro had one originally, one that he periodically used over the months of being here. he'd even used it with keith once for his birthday. but since then…
it takes his slowed brain a few moments to put it together, of how keith is his own lube dispenser and how, during the following day's cleanup, shiro had laughed and thrown the bottle away. the contents had dwindled low, though there would have been enough for another few couplings. there would have been enough for now.
realization dawns and horror comes in swiftly behind. ]
Oh fuck. [ he let's go of his thighs, ass flopping to the bedding and jostling everything that had felt so nice a moment ago. those hands come up to his face instead, palms pressing into his eyes and then running down. ] No. No I don't have any.
[ his job is to please keith and how is he accomplishing that? by neglecting to keep lube stocked? idiot. so shameful. so unprepared. ]
I'm sorry. [ and now he's moving, trying to roll over so he can get up and off the bed. ] I'll take care of it. I'll go get some right now.