[ how can a simple kiss to his knee have his stomach flip so dramatically? perhaps it has something to do with there also being a cock working him open. continually conscious that he needs to keep breathing, he forces himself out of that unintentional breath hold as the first raised edge of keith’s cock touches. inhale, exhale, in, out, repeat, repeat – i want you to feel that as i put it in. shiro bobbles his head as some sort of answer. in his mind, it’s required, because keith wants him to feel a certain thing and shiro is immediately devoted to ensuring that he does just that. yes, he’ll feel it. yes, he currently feels it. he feels utterly adored by this boy, both humbled and shaken to the core that he’s gotten this lucky.
– love feeling how you open up for me.
he moans, low and lovely, body tight on indecision on whether to stay still or rock into that hand and into that cock. temptation simmers but he maintains his good boy cooperation by keeping still as he focuses more heavily on his breath. the ridge slips in, easier than shiro anticipated. it’s still a lot. it’s not just the gaping of his rim, but the forced split of his insides that extends and extends as keith’s hips keep pushing. for one, panicked moment, shiro thinks wait and then his lips are starting to form around it, the breath in his lungs holding for the verbal exhale…
but then the moment lapses. that uncomfortable, too-full feeling persists, but he reminds himself that this is keith. that this is keith’s cock inside him. there is nothing about that that shiro wants to call wait to. keith continues to shower him with softly cooed words, that work him over and have him mewling just as softly. don’t be fooled by the crease to his brow or the tight pinch of his teeth digging into his lip; he wants this. he wants all of it.
think you can take the rest?
he’s bobbling his head again, requiring no moment to think about it. lip released, he breathes shallow and loud, voice so close to a whimper that he’d be embarrassed if he had the mind for it. ]
Know I can. [ keith’s got one thigh, but the other is free to hug keith’s hip and throw his calf behind. ] Wanna please you, wanna make you proud…
[ his hands are on keith next. first touching his shoulders and next skimming over them to map out their curves before gripping with an incessant tug. ]
no subject
– love feeling how you open up for me.
he moans, low and lovely, body tight on indecision on whether to stay still or rock into that hand and into that cock. temptation simmers but he maintains his good boy cooperation by keeping still as he focuses more heavily on his breath. the ridge slips in, easier than shiro anticipated. it’s still a lot. it’s not just the gaping of his rim, but the forced split of his insides that extends and extends as keith’s hips keep pushing. for one, panicked moment, shiro thinks wait and then his lips are starting to form around it, the breath in his lungs holding for the verbal exhale…
but then the moment lapses. that uncomfortable, too-full feeling persists, but he reminds himself that this is keith. that this is keith’s cock inside him. there is nothing about that that shiro wants to call wait to. keith continues to shower him with softly cooed words, that work him over and have him mewling just as softly. don’t be fooled by the crease to his brow or the tight pinch of his teeth digging into his lip; he wants this. he wants all of it.
think you can take the rest?
he’s bobbling his head again, requiring no moment to think about it. lip released, he breathes shallow and loud, voice so close to a whimper that he’d be embarrassed if he had the mind for it. ]
Know I can. [ keith’s got one thigh, but the other is free to hug keith’s hip and throw his calf behind. ] Wanna please you, wanna make you proud…
[ his hands are on keith next. first touching his shoulders and next skimming over them to map out their curves before gripping with an incessant tug. ]
Com’ere. Ready for you. Ready to be made yours.