[ won’t be able to fit it all, huh? if there is a high risk of it all slipping out, then the remedy would be to plug shiro up, wouldn’t it? does keith want to lend shiro his bunny plug? it had worked wonders for keith; he’d been kept full and wet for hours and hours, the plug only being taken out when shiro had been ready to push inside and make keith fuller. shiro tries to imagine that for himself, what it would feel like to be kept ready for keith, to take him once, twice, however many times keith wants. shiro could be good like that. shiro could be pleasing like that.
the suggestion sits heavy on his tongue and he’s one breath away from offering himself up in that way, but then keith is suddenly clamoring over him, ass coming to sit on his diaphragm. shiro pulls in a deeper breath, fighting against the weight but delighting in it all the same. reflex has his hands coming to grasp keith’s thighs, fingers wrapped at the sides and thumbs pressed into his quads.
a lovely, ridged cock is being angled toward him and before keith’s even cooed a word, shiro’s mouth drops open, head craning up to shave off distance. fuck his chest, finger him open, dick wet – a checklist forms in his head and then he’s bobbling for a nod, even as his mouth continues to hang open. yes, yes, yes, he can do all those things. to demonstrate how eager for it all, wordlessly, he flexes his pecs, bouncing them underneath those pinching fingers.
he flicks out his tongue next, bridging the last bit to get a swipe at that delicious beading of pre at his slit. smacking his lips after the swallow, shiro then huffs. ]
Yeah, I’ll get your dick wet… but you gotta be closer.
[ not that he’ll wait for the scoot. hands shift to grasp keith by his ass, shiro physically hauling keith forward to swallow one inch, two inch, three. he may have overestimated, taking a little too much to have keith’s cockhead bumping his uvula. he coughs once, but that’s it; he squeezes his eyes shut and sucks hard. ]
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the suggestion sits heavy on his tongue and he’s one breath away from offering himself up in that way, but then keith is suddenly clamoring over him, ass coming to sit on his diaphragm. shiro pulls in a deeper breath, fighting against the weight but delighting in it all the same. reflex has his hands coming to grasp keith’s thighs, fingers wrapped at the sides and thumbs pressed into his quads.
a lovely, ridged cock is being angled toward him and before keith’s even cooed a word, shiro’s mouth drops open, head craning up to shave off distance. fuck his chest, finger him open, dick wet – a checklist forms in his head and then he’s bobbling for a nod, even as his mouth continues to hang open. yes, yes, yes, he can do all those things. to demonstrate how eager for it all, wordlessly, he flexes his pecs, bouncing them underneath those pinching fingers.
he flicks out his tongue next, bridging the last bit to get a swipe at that delicious beading of pre at his slit. smacking his lips after the swallow, shiro then huffs. ]
Yeah, I’ll get your dick wet… but you gotta be closer.
[ not that he’ll wait for the scoot. hands shift to grasp keith by his ass, shiro physically hauling keith forward to swallow one inch, two inch, three. he may have overestimated, taking a little too much to have keith’s cockhead bumping his uvula. he coughs once, but that’s it; he squeezes his eyes shut and sucks hard. ]