[ he already is keith’s. compelled by the truthfulness of that thought, shiro tries to say as much, but with a very full cock in his mouth, shiro manages little more than a shift of his lips and a garble that sounds more like a hum. filling every hole sounds nice, though. keith fucking him all over sounds nice, too. his mouth, his ass, his chest… where else can he fuck him? his thighs? angle just right so those ridges rub against his own cock through the thrust and then unload across his abs, leaving him sticky and marked? shiro wants to be covered with keith’s fluids, both his cum and his slick. bruises and hickeys are wanted, too. he’s still desire drunk on the idea of walking the prison grounds and everyone knowing who he belongs to.
to keith. because they love each other and because keith is going to figure out a way to defy the warden and the universe at large, in order to keep them together.
for having his mouth split wide around cock and for having keith speak such filthy things to him, the look in shiro’s eyes is soft. the adoring quality doesn’t fade even as keith adjusts the placement of his knees, hands squeezing at the bedframe.
gonna take your ass just like this.
he’s going to fuck his throat, isn’t he? guessing at it and then fully committing to it, shiro makes a conscious effort to relax, elongating the breath through his nose to prepare himself for the first rock forward. keith’s cock is a beast to deepthroat on a normal day. the ridges are unlike anything shiro has ever taken and here, with him laid back, it’s honestly daunting enough that shiro fears that he might actually choke. but keith is careful and keith is patient. he takes shiro’s throat in tiny movements, never quite overwhelming shiro’s throat to the point of convulsion.
after the first few pops in and out, it becomes almost relaxing to lie here and be used for keith’s pleasure. throughout, he stares up keith’s body to his face, watching the concentration and attentiveness being reflected back at him. it makes him shiver, that he is the sole focus of keith’s. that keith is this careful with him. odd, really, he’s more accustomed to egging keith on and assuring that he isn’t fragile, that he can take whatever he can dish out. maybe being cared for and loved isn’t as suffocating as he portrays it as; rich that the realization comes when his throat is lodged with a cock that’s pushing deeper.
the pressure relents soon enough and shiro makes a loud gasp as keith scoots back on his chest. wetness outlines the movement and then shiro is trying to breathe and groan at the same time. he sputters and grunts, hands tracing from keith’s ass to his quads, smoothing over to settle on his own chest. ]
Want you so bad. [ fingers slide through the mess, smearing it further along the line between his pecs. it’s not enough yet, not for keith to coat his own cock. ] Feel empty.
[ in his mouth, but down low, too. he’s never known what it feels like to be full, but it doesn’t matter, he’s intimately aware of how lacking it is when he flexes his ass, hole clenching around nothing. his next moan is a pitch higher, coming closer to a whine. he relaxes his shoulders and chest, grasping the sides of his pecs. tension drained, the muscles are more supple as he pushes them in toward one another, bunching them tight. he looks to keith for approval. ]
Good? Are you getting wetter?
[ and then he relaxes that push, opening up the space again to make room for keith to angle his cock. ]
no subject
to keith. because they love each other and because keith is going to figure out a way to defy the warden and the universe at large, in order to keep them together.
for having his mouth split wide around cock and for having keith speak such filthy things to him, the look in shiro’s eyes is soft. the adoring quality doesn’t fade even as keith adjusts the placement of his knees, hands squeezing at the bedframe.
gonna take your ass just like this.
he’s going to fuck his throat, isn’t he? guessing at it and then fully committing to it, shiro makes a conscious effort to relax, elongating the breath through his nose to prepare himself for the first rock forward. keith’s cock is a beast to deepthroat on a normal day. the ridges are unlike anything shiro has ever taken and here, with him laid back, it’s honestly daunting enough that shiro fears that he might actually choke. but keith is careful and keith is patient. he takes shiro’s throat in tiny movements, never quite overwhelming shiro’s throat to the point of convulsion.
after the first few pops in and out, it becomes almost relaxing to lie here and be used for keith’s pleasure. throughout, he stares up keith’s body to his face, watching the concentration and attentiveness being reflected back at him. it makes him shiver, that he is the sole focus of keith’s. that keith is this careful with him. odd, really, he’s more accustomed to egging keith on and assuring that he isn’t fragile, that he can take whatever he can dish out. maybe being cared for and loved isn’t as suffocating as he portrays it as; rich that the realization comes when his throat is lodged with a cock that’s pushing deeper.
the pressure relents soon enough and shiro makes a loud gasp as keith scoots back on his chest. wetness outlines the movement and then shiro is trying to breathe and groan at the same time. he sputters and grunts, hands tracing from keith’s ass to his quads, smoothing over to settle on his own chest. ]
Want you so bad. [ fingers slide through the mess, smearing it further along the line between his pecs. it’s not enough yet, not for keith to coat his own cock. ] Feel empty.
[ in his mouth, but down low, too. he’s never known what it feels like to be full, but it doesn’t matter, he’s intimately aware of how lacking it is when he flexes his ass, hole clenching around nothing. his next moan is a pitch higher, coming closer to a whine. he relaxes his shoulders and chest, grasping the sides of his pecs. tension drained, the muscles are more supple as he pushes them in toward one another, bunching them tight. he looks to keith for approval. ]
Good? Are you getting wetter?
[ and then he relaxes that push, opening up the space again to make room for keith to angle his cock. ]