[ shiro should not be listened to. neither should he be indulged with the way his hands grasp and pull at keith, leg locked in a greedy hook. see, the thing is... it's his first dicking. more than that, it's his first dicking with a ridged dick. go big or go home, right? heh. it's a lot. it's quite possibly too much. tapering from one ridge to the next, shiro is given the briefest of reprives but then there's another bump that catches, hesitates, but ultimately bullies through the spasming of his too stretched hole. it is painful to a degree, but the overly tight clench of a body that can't help holding some resistance to what is being done to him, is an afterthought of care when he has keith looking so… so…
fucked.
truthfully, as they can both see, shiro is the one being thoroughly fucked right now. even so, it's those eyes that strengthen shiro's resolve to endure and his stubbornness to take. keith's focus is – kind of hot. really hot. turn this boy loose on any challenge and he'll buckle down with laser-focus, and yeah, even that gets shiro's stomach to flip sometimes. but this…
keith really enjoys watching shiro's body swallow his dick, huh?
shiro's eyes roll as he arches his neck, digging his head back into the pillow as he groans and shifts his hips with a tiny buck. keith's still stroking, still milking him to distraction, and it's good, of course it's good, ever softening that sharp feeling of too-full. keith's showering him with compliments and praise again, all of which turn shiro inside out with bright, tingling feeling. as always though, there's a hitch. a catch. a moment in which shiro can't help the spiral of his thoughts. and so, there for a moment and gone the next, he finds answers to that rhetorical question.
failed kerberos. unintentional abandonment. mandated murder. the resistance toward this keith, that's only now dissipated with the honesty of shiro's i love you. shiro has failed keith many times. there are many reasons not to be proud of him. ]
Don't wanna think about it.
[ it comes out in a mumble, his eyes open now and head shaking. ]
Only wanna think about us being happy.
[ together. as they should be. as they will be…? when keith defies the universe as he so often does, in order to keep them in the same reality. ]
You do that.
[ half formed sentiment that it is, some part of shiro realizes that it doesn't quite make sense, so he tries again. ]
You make me so… [ words fail him momentarily, mentally grasping for something more profound to say. but he exhales instead, voice shaky with emotion. ] – so fucking happy. [ his fingers pinch harder at keith's shoulders and then he's getting his other leg around keith, briefly tightening despite keith already flush against him and buried as deep as he can go. ] So fuck me. [ he's ready, he's ready, he's ready. ] Please, fuck me.
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fucked.
truthfully, as they can both see, shiro is the one being thoroughly fucked right now. even so, it's those eyes that strengthen shiro's resolve to endure and his stubbornness to take. keith's focus is – kind of hot. really hot. turn this boy loose on any challenge and he'll buckle down with laser-focus, and yeah, even that gets shiro's stomach to flip sometimes. but this…
keith really enjoys watching shiro's body swallow his dick, huh?
shiro's eyes roll as he arches his neck, digging his head back into the pillow as he groans and shifts his hips with a tiny buck. keith's still stroking, still milking him to distraction, and it's good, of course it's good, ever softening that sharp feeling of too-full. keith's showering him with compliments and praise again, all of which turn shiro inside out with bright, tingling feeling. as always though, there's a hitch. a catch. a moment in which shiro can't help the spiral of his thoughts. and so, there for a moment and gone the next, he finds answers to that rhetorical question.
failed kerberos. unintentional abandonment. mandated murder. the resistance toward this keith, that's only now dissipated with the honesty of shiro's i love you. shiro has failed keith many times. there are many reasons not to be proud of him. ]
Don't wanna think about it.
[ it comes out in a mumble, his eyes open now and head shaking. ]
Only wanna think about us being happy.
[ together. as they should be. as they will be…? when keith defies the universe as he so often does, in order to keep them in the same reality. ]
You do that.
[ half formed sentiment that it is, some part of shiro realizes that it doesn't quite make sense, so he tries again. ]
You make me so… [ words fail him momentarily, mentally grasping for something more profound to say. but he exhales instead, voice shaky with emotion. ] – so fucking happy. [ his fingers pinch harder at keith's shoulders and then he's getting his other leg around keith, briefly tightening despite keith already flush against him and buried as deep as he can go. ] So fuck me. [ he's ready, he's ready, he's ready. ] Please, fuck me.