[ fuck. neither of them have the brain capacity to utter anything remotely poetic, but that's how every utterance out of shiro's mouth sounds in keith's ears. ready, waiting, devastatingly beautiful taking his first and only cock -- keith growls something bordering feral in his possessiveness as his sluggish mind tries to take it all in and memorize every fine detail.
eyes still drawn to the tight grip around his cock where they're connected, keith takes a deep centering breath, not even thinking as he feeds more of his cock into shiro's tight hole. but even with all the coated slick helping to ease it in, every extra inch gained and every added ridge taken meets resistance. breathing hard, keith allows himself to be pulled down lower, closer to his boyfriend, his line of sight shifted up to hold shiro's gorgeous, open-mouthed face.
it's only then that a sliver of lucidity comes back to keith. the strain in shiro's face as he alternates between groaning and mangling his lower lip almost makes keith falter entirely. being the source of shiro's discomfort is a position that keith never wants to be in.
but stopping here, stopping now isn't what either of them want at all.
wanna make you proud. it's one of those desires that has become so central in keith's life that it's forever warped his entire axis of being. shiro and pride go hand in hand, but there's a distinct directionality. keith makes shiro proud, shiro makes keith proud simply by existing and having the courage to keep fighting.
as strange as it is, voltron is a long time ago. the pride keith felt in watching his best friend expertly take command is a memory that's gathering dust. likewise, the days of winning shiro's pride with his piloting skills are behind them, huh? except, that desire's never completely left and much to keith's embarrassment, shiro had dragged that earnest desire right out of his soul by fucking him. keith still doesn't know how to feel about it, except even now when the sentiment is mirrored back at him to digest, it goes straight to his cock as he drives the rest of his lenghth in a slow, unbroken thrust as he pumps shiro's cock. ]
You make me so proud. I don't know how I haven't fucking combusted from it yet, baby.
[ he moans, warbles really, as his cock is fully seated. hips pressed flush to ass, keith groans as he gives his hips an experimental but shallow buck. ]
Fuck, you're everything, Shiro. You're so fucking good, you're taking it so well, how could I ever not be proud of you?
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eyes still drawn to the tight grip around his cock where they're connected, keith takes a deep centering breath, not even thinking as he feeds more of his cock into shiro's tight hole. but even with all the coated slick helping to ease it in, every extra inch gained and every added ridge taken meets resistance. breathing hard, keith allows himself to be pulled down lower, closer to his boyfriend, his line of sight shifted up to hold shiro's gorgeous, open-mouthed face.
it's only then that a sliver of lucidity comes back to keith. the strain in shiro's face as he alternates between groaning and mangling his lower lip almost makes keith falter entirely. being the source of shiro's discomfort is a position that keith never wants to be in.
but stopping here, stopping now isn't what either of them want at all.
wanna make you proud. it's one of those desires that has become so central in keith's life that it's forever warped his entire axis of being. shiro and pride go hand in hand, but there's a distinct directionality. keith makes shiro proud, shiro makes keith proud simply by existing and having the courage to keep fighting.
as strange as it is, voltron is a long time ago. the pride keith felt in watching his best friend expertly take command is a memory that's gathering dust. likewise, the days of winning shiro's pride with his piloting skills are behind them, huh? except, that desire's never completely left and much to keith's embarrassment, shiro had dragged that earnest desire right out of his soul by fucking him. keith still doesn't know how to feel about it, except even now when the sentiment is mirrored back at him to digest, it goes straight to his cock as he drives the rest of his lenghth in a slow, unbroken thrust as he pumps shiro's cock. ]
You make me so proud. I don't know how I haven't fucking combusted from it yet, baby.
[ he moans, warbles really, as his cock is fully seated. hips pressed flush to ass, keith groans as he gives his hips an experimental but shallow buck. ]
Fuck, you're everything, Shiro. You're so fucking good, you're taking it so well, how could I ever not be proud of you?