[ it takes keith a couple of breaths to settle after reuniting his cock with his boy's throat. the tight heat hadn't lasted long, but the aftershock of cold air only highlights the sheer perfection that this one guy embodies. heart racing but steadying, keith watches shiro's hands slide up along his chest, pecs firm yet plush and made even more inviting with the hands framing gorgeously sculpted muscle.

good? how is that even a fuckign question? are you geting wetter? this time, keith can't help huffing his bisbelief as he plants his knees into the mattress and angles his cock low, nudging the tip to the channel shiro's made for him. ]

Are either of those real questions?

[ teasing, yet when he holds eye contact, his expression is warm with affection. keith reaches up higher with his free hand, gently cupping shiro's face as he murmurs: ]

I get to make love to the most beautiful, incredible guy I've ever known and you're wondering if I'm turned on?

[ Technically not what shiro was asking, but it amounts to something similar. drawing a sraight line down from shiro's lips to his chest, fingers brush against the slick already spread across skin before pulling shiro's flesh hand away and replacing it with his own. ]

Touch and see for yourself.

[ breathingg out, keith adjusts his grip on shiro's chest as he rocks his hips slowly, groaning as his cock pushes and rolls along his boy's muscular frame. once again, the pace is deliberately slow, keith taking particular delight in mapping out the feel of muscle pressing up harder against each ridge. ]

Fuck, sometimes I don't think you realize that you're everything I've ever wanted, Shiro.