[ fucking the doubt out of shiro’s head is, actually, not a crazy idea. shiro is, as always, of the opinion that keith is gorgeous, especially in this position of split thighs and rocking hips, a hard cock rutting over and over within the channel of squeezed pecs. shiro cranes his neck to watch that glistening cockhead peek in and out, each ridge dragging at his skin and making him moan. keith’s breathing words though, and helpless, shiro glances to that panting mouth. the reassurance is sweet and wonderful and everything shiro wants to hear; in the moment, he actually believes it, too. happiness swells inside him, expanding his chest and pushing it harder against that next thrust. ridges rub more and then he’s moaning again, spurring keith on to keep going, keep fucking him, keep talking…
keith indulges him on all fronts, still saying heartfelt confessions even as he continues to use shiro’s body for his own pleasure. shiro is only all too happy to provide and so, that steady pressure of circling fingers presses harder, fingertips peeling back the furled edge of keith’s rim. ]
Me too.
[ his face is at odds with his actions: soft-eyed and adoring, shiro looks relaxed, heart spun, and so hopelessly in love as he watches keith with all the patience in the world. his fingers, however, are not patient any longer. made slippery with the excess of slick pouring out of keith, it takes very little to slip two fingers inside, side by side up to those first bends. ]
Don’t even wanna think about what it’s like to be without you.
[ he knows to an extent. the memories formed during his year of captivity are hit and miss, often shrouded and often in pieces, but it doesn’t take fully formed memories to realize that it was absolute hell. now, not all of that is due to missing his best friend, of course, but there is a recurring theme that bad things happen when he is parted from keith: abduction, sendak taking him hostage, nearly dying on that lizard monster infested planet. keith watches his back. keith keeps him safe. keith is forever good to and for shiro.
nudging his fingers in deeper, shiro coos: ]
I love you.
[ suddenly, that isn’t good enough, though. those are three words that get tossed around so easily by everyone else, cheapening the meaning. they’re more than that. they mean more to each other than what anyone else can even begin to understand. ]
I love you more than I love you. [ he hears himself say it, wrinkling his nose at how it sounds. ] The words… – I feel more.
[ there’s a twinge of desperateness to his voice, trying to articulate himself even as his fingers slip deeper and his pec is squeezed harder. ]
no subject
keith indulges him on all fronts, still saying heartfelt confessions even as he continues to use shiro’s body for his own pleasure. shiro is only all too happy to provide and so, that steady pressure of circling fingers presses harder, fingertips peeling back the furled edge of keith’s rim. ]
Me too.
[ his face is at odds with his actions: soft-eyed and adoring, shiro looks relaxed, heart spun, and so hopelessly in love as he watches keith with all the patience in the world. his fingers, however, are not patient any longer. made slippery with the excess of slick pouring out of keith, it takes very little to slip two fingers inside, side by side up to those first bends. ]
Don’t even wanna think about what it’s like to be without you.
[ he knows to an extent. the memories formed during his year of captivity are hit and miss, often shrouded and often in pieces, but it doesn’t take fully formed memories to realize that it was absolute hell. now, not all of that is due to missing his best friend, of course, but there is a recurring theme that bad things happen when he is parted from keith: abduction, sendak taking him hostage, nearly dying on that lizard monster infested planet. keith watches his back. keith keeps him safe. keith is forever good to and for shiro.
nudging his fingers in deeper, shiro coos: ]
I love you.
[ suddenly, that isn’t good enough, though. those are three words that get tossed around so easily by everyone else, cheapening the meaning. they’re more than that. they mean more to each other than what anyone else can even begin to understand. ]
I love you more than I love you. [ he hears himself say it, wrinkling his nose at how it sounds. ] The words… – I feel more.
[ there’s a twinge of desperateness to his voice, trying to articulate himself even as his fingers slip deeper and his pec is squeezed harder. ]
I feel… – I feel like I can be whole with you.