[ am i really? again, what kind of question is that? unconsciously, keith comes to a pause, though any hope of thinking clearly is wiped away by the insistent swirl of fingers around his ass. eyes flutter shut, lips parted as keith gasps through the flurry of sensation. but bracing for shiro to slip fingers inside doesn't go anywhere because his boy never does. instead, those fingers keep teasing, coaxing more slick to drip as his hole flutters. ]

Shiro....

[ the name comes out partly whined, but next beat keith swallows and gets a grip. shiro isn't in charge right now, meaning keith has to stay on track, and stay focused. gathering his wits about him, keith squeezes his handful of pec and rocks his hips harder like he's trying to fuck the doubt out of shiro's head. ]

I don't want anyone, I want you.

[ breathing going ragged, keith draws his hips back and thrusts again, forceful but slow to make sure shiro feels every ridge rub hard against his broad chest again and again as he mrmurs. ]

You're a dream. Being with you and getting to wake up tangled in your arms every morning makes me the happiest I've ever been. Just -- fuck Shiro, I can't even fathom where I'd be without you.