[ better judgment would dictate that his gorgeous boyfriend needs more time. another finger, maybe, just to stretch and relax him in further preparation to better take his cock. keith thinks it, knows it, only for that thought to disintegrate as shiro rolls his ass along his cock.
patience yields focus is, and always will be, a ridiculous mantra to be repeating in a sexual context, but keith doesn't even get that far. he moans, his overly patient dick all too eager to spill pre from just that singular roll of wonderful friction over the ridged shaft. embarrassing? in part, but not quite as embarrassing as the immediate glance down at shiro's puckered hole stretched around split fingers, mouth open to start describing.
fuck. didn't he assert that he's sir right now? grunting, keith retaliates by massaging shiro's prostate in unspoken reclamation of dominance before self-indulgently dragging his fingers out, nice and slow to watch the brief gape of shiro's rim. ]
You do this to me all the time, but you've never given me a play-by-play on how I look while you take me.
[ the reproach is playful, teasing as keith brings those same fingers that had just been inside shiro up to his own ass to gather slick to smear on his cock. eyes deliberately kept on shiro's face as he spreads it over his cock head and down to the base, he grins. ]
I'm starting to think I'm not demanding enough.
[ but even if keith may be learning that there's still so much more he could be asking, he doesn't falter on giving. flashing shiro a grin before angling his cock head to shiro's rim, he bumps his hips experimentally to pressure the tight muscle but not penetrate. not yet. ]
Heh. Even though I just had three fingers inside you and I know you can take my cock, it just looks like it shouldn't fit.
[ pink and tightly puckered, keith gives shiro's hole an affectionate brush with his fingers before shifting to grab shiro's dick instead. ]
So you're gonna be a good boy and breathe for me to prove me wrong.
[ he pumps slow, timing the up-stroke with a more intentioned push forward of his hips, pushing until the ring of muscle opens up to encircle his cock head. the tight heat of shiro's body is overwhelming instantly, making keith breathe out a fuck under his breath, cock trying to twitch against a tight channel with little give. ]
Shit, just the tip and you feel amazing already, what the hell.
[ no actual surprises here, and yet keith feels delirious as he gently coaxes more of his cock inside with tiny, minute pulses of his hips. like taking one step back and two steps forward, keith is careful, slow, and talks between heavy breaths. ]
You're absolutely incredible.... how are you actually real?
[ he huffs, fighting for steadier breath once he feeds the whole of his cock head inside. he doesn't dare going any deeper just yet, not when: ]
You doing okay, baby? Tell me when you want more cuz you're gonna be feeling a ridge soon.
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patience yields focus is, and always will be, a ridiculous mantra to be repeating in a sexual context, but keith doesn't even get that far. he moans, his overly patient dick all too eager to spill pre from just that singular roll of wonderful friction over the ridged shaft. embarrassing? in part, but not quite as embarrassing as the immediate glance down at shiro's puckered hole stretched around split fingers, mouth open to start describing.
fuck. didn't he assert that he's sir right now? grunting, keith retaliates by massaging shiro's prostate in unspoken reclamation of dominance before self-indulgently dragging his fingers out, nice and slow to watch the brief gape of shiro's rim. ]
You do this to me all the time, but you've never given me a play-by-play on how I look while you take me.
[ the reproach is playful, teasing as keith brings those same fingers that had just been inside shiro up to his own ass to gather slick to smear on his cock. eyes deliberately kept on shiro's face as he spreads it over his cock head and down to the base, he grins. ]
I'm starting to think I'm not demanding enough.
[ but even if keith may be learning that there's still so much more he could be asking, he doesn't falter on giving. flashing shiro a grin before angling his cock head to shiro's rim, he bumps his hips experimentally to pressure the tight muscle but not penetrate. not yet. ]
Heh. Even though I just had three fingers inside you and I know you can take my cock, it just looks like it shouldn't fit.
[ pink and tightly puckered, keith gives shiro's hole an affectionate brush with his fingers before shifting to grab shiro's dick instead. ]
So you're gonna be a good boy and breathe for me to prove me wrong.
[ he pumps slow, timing the up-stroke with a more intentioned push forward of his hips, pushing until the ring of muscle opens up to encircle his cock head. the tight heat of shiro's body is overwhelming instantly, making keith breathe out a fuck under his breath, cock trying to twitch against a tight channel with little give. ]
Shit, just the tip and you feel amazing already, what the hell.
[ no actual surprises here, and yet keith feels delirious as he gently coaxes more of his cock inside with tiny, minute pulses of his hips. like taking one step back and two steps forward, keith is careful, slow, and talks between heavy breaths. ]
You're absolutely incredible.... how are you actually real?
[ he huffs, fighting for steadier breath once he feeds the whole of his cock head inside. he doesn't dare going any deeper just yet, not when: ]
You doing okay, baby? Tell me when you want more cuz you're gonna be feeling a ridge soon.