[ so patient? yes. trying at least. the wet circling of those slick fingers is certainly testing that virtue, however. his own fingers clutch harder at his thighs, stemming the tremble that threatens to give way to a squirm. what about that so brave, though? shiro lacks the capacity to think beyond a shallow interpretation – besides, now is not the time for deep reflection – but brave makes him blink slow in comprehension, thinking that he’s being granted far too much credit. what is there to be brave about here? he’s giving himself to keith. keith, who has protected him and taken care of him time after time, cherishing him beyond measure. this trust is easy, because keith makes it easy.
shiro doesn’t argue, though, mostly due to the needy sound that works up his throat instead. the circling has come to a pause and while the sensation of having his asshole played with is, at the base level, odd, he realizes how much he wants it when the feeling stops.
but now it’s shiro who has choice paralysis, because keith is dangling prospects and shiro… gosh, how is he meant to choose? it’s surprising in a way, that keith is even offering his tongue. at the amusement park, when shiro revealed he liked using his, keith had come off awkward and nervous, admitting that he’d never pictured shiro as being into that. it wasn’t some major fix for them to be on the same page again shortly after that but nonetheless, turns out shiro is doing the same thing keith did: assuming. keith said he liked rimming; at the time, shiro figured keith meant he liked receiving, but maybe keith has given his own fair share? after all, keith was more accustomed to topping before… well, shiro. or anonymous, rather.
he’s wandering off topic. refocusing, shiro revisits the actual question being presented and – ]
Fingers. [ surprised? the thought of keith burying his pretty lips between the spread of his thighs and dipping in to taste shiro is a tempting thought. he wants it, especially if keith wants it, but he’s also empty and throbbing and stir crazy from the amount of foreplay. mostly, he’s wanting for something far bigger than keith’s tongue, which requires a quick prep of two, three fingers. ]
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shiro doesn’t argue, though, mostly due to the needy sound that works up his throat instead. the circling has come to a pause and while the sensation of having his asshole played with is, at the base level, odd, he realizes how much he wants it when the feeling stops.
but now it’s shiro who has choice paralysis, because keith is dangling prospects and shiro… gosh, how is he meant to choose? it’s surprising in a way, that keith is even offering his tongue. at the amusement park, when shiro revealed he liked using his, keith had come off awkward and nervous, admitting that he’d never pictured shiro as being into that. it wasn’t some major fix for them to be on the same page again shortly after that but nonetheless, turns out shiro is doing the same thing keith did: assuming. keith said he liked rimming; at the time, shiro figured keith meant he liked receiving, but maybe keith has given his own fair share? after all, keith was more accustomed to topping before… well, shiro. or anonymous, rather.
he’s wandering off topic. refocusing, shiro revisits the actual question being presented and – ]
Fingers. [ surprised? the thought of keith burying his pretty lips between the spread of his thighs and dipping in to taste shiro is a tempting thought. he wants it, especially if keith wants it, but he’s also empty and throbbing and stir crazy from the amount of foreplay. mostly, he’s wanting for something far bigger than keith’s tongue, which requires a quick prep of two, three fingers. ]
You’ll tease me too much with your tongue.