[ no, not think. know. keith self corrects in the next breath and that’s just as well, because shiro is tongue-tied and absent-brained, momentarily struck mute. a hum for the first, a huff for the second, shiro wriggles with the tap at his hole, caught between wanting tp push closer and pull further. he wants keith inside him, he knows he does, but filthy words are easier to say when he isn’t on the cusp of being penetrated for the first time. dozens and dozens of times, that’s how often their positions have been reversed. he’s kneeled between keith’s spread legs just like this, circling and circling his hole, teasing just as he’s warned keith not to do. so he knows this part. he knows the care in the push and the slowness of the sink; the body will open and muscle will relax… it just needs time. patience.
does keith have that? yes. shiro’s drilled into his head the value of patience for years. not for this, of course, but… – hell, that’s kind of funny, isn’t it?
i love you.
there it is. there’s the key phrase to draw shiro out of his head and out of those clouded, oversaturated thoughts. thoughts that remain perfumed, so anxiety never strikes anyway. nonetheless, any leftover tension melts right out of him as he smiles in a dazzled burst of sweetness. here, the need to shower this boy with affection overrides all else, even shiro’s slowed speech. ]
I love you, too.
[ a touch slurred due to being overwhelmed with feeling, both in the heart and in the connection of keith’s finger against him, shiro holds keith’s gaze as best he can for three, two, one – and there, his eyelashes flutter before his eyelids fall shut. it’s a brief surrender, one that breaks in the next beat as he cracks his eyes open. he can’t completely dissociate with the thought that it’s odd to have pressure there and to have something sliding inside of him, but…
keith is inside of him. only one finger, but it’s a start and gosh, what a promising start it is. discomfort never quite takes, so aside from a slight wrinkle to his brow that is born more of curiosity, his expression stays rather relaxed. that is, up until keith’s bottom knuckle butts and his finger curls. ]
Sorry. I’m trying to – o-oh. [ excuse him for becoming even tighter. keith finds his mark and shiro involuntarily clamps down on him, body lighting up with pleasure. a stuttered breath later and then a gulping lungful to recalibrate, shiro blinks hard to chase away the fuzziness at the edges of his vision. ]
God damn, Keith. You found that fast.
[ head lolling on the pillow, he grins with lazy contentment. ]
So that’s what that feels like, heh. [ with plenty of experience under his belt, he knew it’d feel nice. it would have to. but being on the other side of this has not fully prepared him. not that he wants to give himself any time to process now, either. ] Hit it again?
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does keith have that? yes. shiro’s drilled into his head the value of patience for years. not for this, of course, but… – hell, that’s kind of funny, isn’t it?
i love you.
there it is. there’s the key phrase to draw shiro out of his head and out of those clouded, oversaturated thoughts. thoughts that remain perfumed, so anxiety never strikes anyway. nonetheless, any leftover tension melts right out of him as he smiles in a dazzled burst of sweetness. here, the need to shower this boy with affection overrides all else, even shiro’s slowed speech. ]
I love you, too.
[ a touch slurred due to being overwhelmed with feeling, both in the heart and in the connection of keith’s finger against him, shiro holds keith’s gaze as best he can for three, two, one – and there, his eyelashes flutter before his eyelids fall shut. it’s a brief surrender, one that breaks in the next beat as he cracks his eyes open. he can’t completely dissociate with the thought that it’s odd to have pressure there and to have something sliding inside of him, but…
keith is inside of him. only one finger, but it’s a start and gosh, what a promising start it is. discomfort never quite takes, so aside from a slight wrinkle to his brow that is born more of curiosity, his expression stays rather relaxed. that is, up until keith’s bottom knuckle butts and his finger curls. ]
Sorry. I’m trying to – o-oh. [ excuse him for becoming even tighter. keith finds his mark and shiro involuntarily clamps down on him, body lighting up with pleasure. a stuttered breath later and then a gulping lungful to recalibrate, shiro blinks hard to chase away the fuzziness at the edges of his vision. ]
God damn, Keith. You found that fast.
[ head lolling on the pillow, he grins with lazy contentment. ]
So that’s what that feels like, heh. [ with plenty of experience under his belt, he knew it’d feel nice. it would have to. but being on the other side of this has not fully prepared him. not that he wants to give himself any time to process now, either. ] Hit it again?