[ a good teacher; ah hell. if keith is drawing inspiration from every flick and press of shiro's fingers inside him, then that means… yup, he is going to be a merciless little shit. back and forth keith's finger brushes, only to press hard. shiro's soles curl and curve into pointed toes as his thighs try to clench in. it's shiro's hands the prevent them from slapping shut, the muscles of his thighs and his arms standing out for one, two beats as that burst of pleasure fills his whole body with tension. it feels good, but it continues to be an oddity in how his body perceives it. pleasure there is so different than anything he's felt before that although his body is quickly becoming a glutton for it, it's a confused sort of acceptance.
he makes keith feel amazing? both when he's leading and when he's spread out like this? forget having his prostate affectionately harassed, hearing that approval is undoing in itself. okay, no, there is no "forgetting" that finger inside him, but he swells with pride and glee, hitting cloud nine. good. he wants keith to feel amazing, because keith is amazing and certainly makes shiro feel amazing, too.
like now. now there's a palm at his dick and a second finger testing the give of his rim. the clench comes involuntarily, to which shiro tries to forcibly relax by consciously extending the pace of his next breath. in slow and out slow, he completes a cycle, only to stutter on the next one as that finger begins to sink. the stretch is more profound this time and while it continues to be pain free, there is more of a discomfort than the first. keith is careful, though. patient. just as shiro knew he would be. that certainty is adoring and shiro is free with it here, as he blinks a smitten, utterly besotted look at keith. a stroke later and shiro is moaning now, voice pitched low. ]
I love you touching my cock.
[ he's flushed rosy at the tip, engorged and hard from the amount of attention keith's been showering him with. keith stroking him off in time to his fingers fucking him would be… so good and if shiro weren't so predictably himself, he may have chosen that. but instead, he zeroes in on that implied challenge and seals his own fate. ]
But let's see what you can make my body do.
[ not one to be a complete bystander, though, shiro punctuates his goading by shifting his hips, angling for a press that fucks himself on those fingers. he gets himself to moan from it, that pleasure-tinted fullness making him shiver and strain for more. but he lets go of one of his thighs instead, letting it rest on the bed. he reaches for keith's hand then, plucking it off his cock to companderie a handhold, fingers laced and palms resting over his hipbone. ]
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he makes keith feel amazing? both when he's leading and when he's spread out like this? forget having his prostate affectionately harassed, hearing that approval is undoing in itself. okay, no, there is no "forgetting" that finger inside him, but he swells with pride and glee, hitting cloud nine. good. he wants keith to feel amazing, because keith is amazing and certainly makes shiro feel amazing, too.
like now. now there's a palm at his dick and a second finger testing the give of his rim. the clench comes involuntarily, to which shiro tries to forcibly relax by consciously extending the pace of his next breath. in slow and out slow, he completes a cycle, only to stutter on the next one as that finger begins to sink. the stretch is more profound this time and while it continues to be pain free, there is more of a discomfort than the first. keith is careful, though. patient. just as shiro knew he would be. that certainty is adoring and shiro is free with it here, as he blinks a smitten, utterly besotted look at keith. a stroke later and shiro is moaning now, voice pitched low. ]
I love you touching my cock.
[ he's flushed rosy at the tip, engorged and hard from the amount of attention keith's been showering him with. keith stroking him off in time to his fingers fucking him would be… so good and if shiro weren't so predictably himself, he may have chosen that. but instead, he zeroes in on that implied challenge and seals his own fate. ]
But let's see what you can make my body do.
[ not one to be a complete bystander, though, shiro punctuates his goading by shifting his hips, angling for a press that fucks himself on those fingers. he gets himself to moan from it, that pleasure-tinted fullness making him shiver and strain for more. but he lets go of one of his thighs instead, letting it rest on the bed. he reaches for keith's hand then, plucking it off his cock to companderie a handhold, fingers laced and palms resting over his hipbone. ]