[ stunning. breathtaking. beautiful. radiant. captivating. the words pile in his head, so many high praises tangled together that his haze-filled brain can’t concentrate long enough to pinpoint which one to say. he’s mute. he’s useless. acting only as an awed spectator as keith ruts against him. so mesmerized by those pleasure-filled features and the way keith’s lips form around his name, shiro falters on his one job of rooting his fingers around inside keith. his boy remedies that, though. he rocks and he impales, fucking against those fingers as he fucks the tightly formed channel of his chest.
it hurts a bit. keith’s got a hard grip, one that might very well leave shiro with bruises in a short while. good. he wants a row of marks, perfectly shaped to keith’s fingertips. shiro’s only regret is that he isn’t right there with keith, tipping over the edge. the scent, the sound, the sight, the everything that encapsulates keith’s pleasure feeds right into shiro’s cock, making him twitch and thicken slowly, so he has a slight, recovered chub going, but he’s too far behind to catch keith.
perhaps that’s good, too. because shiro’s eyes are wide open and focused, albeit dazed by the magnitude of desire thickening the very air surrounding them. so he sees it all, when the face scrunches, the mouth opens, the body goes rigid, and the cock spurts shot after shot. there is no real preparing for it, though, and shiro lets out a soft, almost startled sound as a splash of warmth hits him right in his throat. the next sound is pleased and encouraging, shiro calling back keith’s name on a moan. pecs painted – again – and slickness pooling in the hollow of his throat now, shiro lets go of his pec to touch keith’s hip instead.
last time, he smeared the cum around – his chest, his belly – but this time, he leaves it just as it is. this is how keith’s marked him. this is how he wants it. ]
Love watching you feel good.
[ love hearing every word from keith’s mouth, too. he’s loved him so long that he doesn’t know how not to love him? shiro is part of him? if shiro had the capability to, he’d surely be purring just as keith often does. ]
This feels good, too. [ he arches his back just so, flexing his chest to bring attention to what he means. ] You’ve covered me twice now. [ which he has zero complaints about, except – ] Your next load needs to be inside me.
[ … needs? that almost sounds like a demand. something about that rings odd to shiro, although it is true. keith does need to fill him, but only if and when he chooses to…? relaxing back into the bedding, shiro goes soft and submissive, voice honeying to a more coaxing, pleading pitch. ]
Please, sir. It aches. Take care of me, please? I think you’re wet enough for it now.
[ and finally, he gets some movement back into those fingers, swirling them around to make the excess of wetness quietly squelch. ]
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it hurts a bit. keith’s got a hard grip, one that might very well leave shiro with bruises in a short while. good. he wants a row of marks, perfectly shaped to keith’s fingertips. shiro’s only regret is that he isn’t right there with keith, tipping over the edge. the scent, the sound, the sight, the everything that encapsulates keith’s pleasure feeds right into shiro’s cock, making him twitch and thicken slowly, so he has a slight, recovered chub going, but he’s too far behind to catch keith.
perhaps that’s good, too. because shiro’s eyes are wide open and focused, albeit dazed by the magnitude of desire thickening the very air surrounding them. so he sees it all, when the face scrunches, the mouth opens, the body goes rigid, and the cock spurts shot after shot. there is no real preparing for it, though, and shiro lets out a soft, almost startled sound as a splash of warmth hits him right in his throat. the next sound is pleased and encouraging, shiro calling back keith’s name on a moan. pecs painted – again – and slickness pooling in the hollow of his throat now, shiro lets go of his pec to touch keith’s hip instead.
last time, he smeared the cum around – his chest, his belly – but this time, he leaves it just as it is. this is how keith’s marked him. this is how he wants it. ]
Love watching you feel good.
[ love hearing every word from keith’s mouth, too. he’s loved him so long that he doesn’t know how not to love him? shiro is part of him? if shiro had the capability to, he’d surely be purring just as keith often does. ]
This feels good, too. [ he arches his back just so, flexing his chest to bring attention to what he means. ] You’ve covered me twice now. [ which he has zero complaints about, except – ] Your next load needs to be inside me.
[ … needs? that almost sounds like a demand. something about that rings odd to shiro, although it is true. keith does need to fill him, but only if and when he chooses to…? relaxing back into the bedding, shiro goes soft and submissive, voice honeying to a more coaxing, pleading pitch. ]
Please, sir. It aches. Take care of me, please? I think you’re wet enough for it now.
[ and finally, he gets some movement back into those fingers, swirling them around to make the excess of wetness quietly squelch. ]