[ keith says no and shiro stops. simple, quick, just like that; even without potpourri sweetening his senses and clouding his mind, so clearly influencing him into a more docile temperament, shiro would be incapable of resisting that, anyway. keith's voice is… holy shit, kind of hot? it's not just the growled word, either. it's the tight grip of keith's hands and the possessive way he keeps shiro close with a domineering reluctance to give up even a fraction of what he deems to be his. shiro often teases Keith about being greedy, but to have that greed spill over into hoarding shiro to himself, well… it seduces shiro's baser instincts.
he shouldn't like this. being bossed around, even in bed, is a fine line to walk with him; sometimes he likes it, sometimes he doesn't. it depends, which is entirely unhelpful when there are no cliff-notes detailing what qualifies in this depends category. keith is a safe-bet when it comes to exceptions and here, it fits for an answer. shiro likes belonging to keith. he wants to belong to him more, both through a thorough claiming of his body and the promise that keith will find a way to defy the pulls of their separate realities.
he's almost disappointed when, not even a tick later, keith goes soft with surprise, face slacking and cheeks filling. the thrill of keith commanding him to stay through sheer force ebbs and shiro sucks in a deep, steadying breath through his nose, busy biting on the inside of his cheek to keep himself from whining. the submissive feeling continues to prevail, leaving shiro pliant and relaxed in the bedding, silently watching keith work through thoughts that play at his features: self-conscious to shy to hopeful. shiro immediately squeezes back because how can he not?
… though, now it's his turn to come to a mental pause, brain trying to work through the suggestion.
use keith? use keith as a lube dispenser?
moment by moment, his eyes widen and his face warms. a little longer and the smile blooms, curiosity and interest building together as he tries to imagine it. pleasing keith to start the flow, then – what? fingering it out of him to then finger shiro? would keith do it himself or would shiro fit his fingers inside him first? he feels dizzy on the thoughts alone, moaning a weak thing before he's even answered. ]
Yeah. [ breathed out, faint and wanting. ] I want your slick inside me.
[ his cum, too. he wants to be filthy and full of keith in every way. impatient with that desire, he squirms, free hand catching keith's shoulder to tug with no concept of where he's trying to coax keith to go. ]
I can suck you off? Or you can sit on my face? [ he wets his lips, trying to make them more enticing. ] Whatever you want… I'll get you flowing.
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he shouldn't like this. being bossed around, even in bed, is a fine line to walk with him; sometimes he likes it, sometimes he doesn't. it depends, which is entirely unhelpful when there are no cliff-notes detailing what qualifies in this depends category. keith is a safe-bet when it comes to exceptions and here, it fits for an answer. shiro likes belonging to keith. he wants to belong to him more, both through a thorough claiming of his body and the promise that keith will find a way to defy the pulls of their separate realities.
he's almost disappointed when, not even a tick later, keith goes soft with surprise, face slacking and cheeks filling. the thrill of keith commanding him to stay through sheer force ebbs and shiro sucks in a deep, steadying breath through his nose, busy biting on the inside of his cheek to keep himself from whining. the submissive feeling continues to prevail, leaving shiro pliant and relaxed in the bedding, silently watching keith work through thoughts that play at his features: self-conscious to shy to hopeful. shiro immediately squeezes back because how can he not?
… though, now it's his turn to come to a mental pause, brain trying to work through the suggestion.
use keith?
use keith as a lube dispenser?
moment by moment, his eyes widen and his face warms. a little longer and the smile blooms, curiosity and interest building together as he tries to imagine it. pleasing keith to start the flow, then – what? fingering it out of him to then finger shiro? would keith do it himself or would shiro fit his fingers inside him first? he feels dizzy on the thoughts alone, moaning a weak thing before he's even answered. ]
Yeah. [ breathed out, faint and wanting. ] I want your slick inside me.
[ his cum, too. he wants to be filthy and full of keith in every way. impatient with that desire, he squirms, free hand catching keith's shoulder to tug with no concept of where he's trying to coax keith to go. ]
I can suck you off? Or you can sit on my face? [ he wets his lips, trying to make them more enticing. ] Whatever you want… I'll get you flowing.