[ hand goes lax and he allows keith to maneuver him, despite the shred of disappointment it leaves behind to give up control of forming that channel around keith’s cockhead. keith is quick to grasp that vacated pec, though, to which shiro flexes metal fingers to press closer, compensating for his halved control. there is another avenue to divert his attention to, of course, and soon enough, shiro takes keith’s invitation by scooting his hand along the path he took before: over thigh, over hip, around an ass cheek.
– you’re everything i’ve ever wanted, shiro.
fingers just beginning to curl around the curve of keith’s ass cheek, pads brushing just so inside the split, shiro pauses. partly. keith is rolling against him, slowly rocking shiro in tiny movements. he grasps at keith’s ass cheek to follow the thrusts of keith’s pelvis and – gosh, it takes a few moments longer for his brain to digest the words, because his eyes are drinking in the sight of keith’s cock moving between his pecs.
so that’s what it looks like when that cock is forcing shiro’s throat wider and rubbing those lovely ridges against tightly squeezed muscle. is that what it’s going to be like when that cock sinks inside his ass? it hasn’t happened yet, not with the slowness of keith’s movements and the bit of slick easing the way, but shiro suspects – and hopes – that his skin pinks up from the friction. that’s what he wants.
wants. wants. right.
a slow drag of his eyes has him meeting keith’s gaze and then he’s breathing out an awestruck: ]
Am I, really?
[ yes, they’ve been having mind blowing sex for awhile now and yes, keith loves him, but realized attraction and deep-seated affection are different than being the absolute accumulation of everything keith’s ever wanted. shiro hardly lets his own question sit. almost immediately, he’s rushing to tack on: ]
I want to be… even though you could have anyone. [ such as the shiro in keith’s reality. this shiro told him to go back to that shiro at one point; how stupid of him? if that shiro is anything like this shiro, then he can just as easily fall for keith. how can he not? this keith who waits for him, cares for him, is always there at his side no matter how many pieces of shiro chip away. keith is everything anyone could hope for in a partner, a lover, a mate. keith is – ]
You’re… fuck, you’re so wet.
[ curled fingers curl further and immediately find the filthy puddle accumulating at keith’s hole, slowly spilling over to drizzle between his cheeks. shiro follows the motion of keith’s body and presses index and middle to his hole, simply holding pressure without breaching as he sloshes through the mess. ]
You’re – just. No one is like you. I feel like I’m dreaming every time I’m with you.
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– you’re everything i’ve ever wanted, shiro.
fingers just beginning to curl around the curve of keith’s ass cheek, pads brushing just so inside the split, shiro pauses. partly. keith is rolling against him, slowly rocking shiro in tiny movements. he grasps at keith’s ass cheek to follow the thrusts of keith’s pelvis and – gosh, it takes a few moments longer for his brain to digest the words, because his eyes are drinking in the sight of keith’s cock moving between his pecs.
so that’s what it looks like when that cock is forcing shiro’s throat wider and rubbing those lovely ridges against tightly squeezed muscle. is that what it’s going to be like when that cock sinks inside his ass? it hasn’t happened yet, not with the slowness of keith’s movements and the bit of slick easing the way, but shiro suspects – and hopes – that his skin pinks up from the friction. that’s what he wants.
wants.
wants.
right.
a slow drag of his eyes has him meeting keith’s gaze and then he’s breathing out an awestruck: ]
Am I, really?
[ yes, they’ve been having mind blowing sex for awhile now and yes, keith loves him, but realized attraction and deep-seated affection are different than being the absolute accumulation of everything keith’s ever wanted. shiro hardly lets his own question sit. almost immediately, he’s rushing to tack on: ]
I want to be… even though you could have anyone. [ such as the shiro in keith’s reality. this shiro told him to go back to that shiro at one point; how stupid of him? if that shiro is anything like this shiro, then he can just as easily fall for keith. how can he not? this keith who waits for him, cares for him, is always there at his side no matter how many pieces of shiro chip away. keith is everything anyone could hope for in a partner, a lover, a mate. keith is – ]
You’re… fuck, you’re so wet.
[ curled fingers curl further and immediately find the filthy puddle accumulating at keith’s hole, slowly spilling over to drizzle between his cheeks. shiro follows the motion of keith’s body and presses index and middle to his hole, simply holding pressure without breaching as he sloshes through the mess. ]
You’re – just. No one is like you. I feel like I’m dreaming every time I’m with you.