[ don't want to think about it? mind clouded with a thick fog of adoration, keith fails to comprehend where shiro is coming from. shiro is the brightest star in the universe, and keith's conviction on that front may as well make it a law of the universe that has all the gravitas of the laws of thermodynamics. no matter what adversity gets in shiro's way, his boyfriend is stronger than anything -- anyone. he endures, he survives, and he fights back with everything to defy the odds.
needless to say, feeling proud of shiro doesn't adequately describe what keith feels. it's too small of a word, as laughable as calling an imploding supernova a disaster, or the universe vast. there's no sense of scale, no suggestion of how fundamentally altered keith's entire existence is simply for having shiro in his life.
but a more fitting word never comes to him. heh, rarely does, really. no shot in hell that being inside shiro would suddenly grant him a silver tongue. it doesn't matter anyway, shiro's moved on and found his next devastating bullseyes.
you make me so fucking happy.
a vice momentarily locks around Keith's throat and chest, makign breathing hard for several beats. he refuses to get misty-eyed over this, because deep down he knows this has been true for a long time, but hearing it said plainly, without complication or stipulation is heart-stopping.
so fuck me.
fuck keith laughs breathlessly, helplessly -- and kisses shiro's lips. ]
Babe, that's not fair...
[ how is keith meant to have the wilpower to remember self-restraint when his boyfriend pleads like this? case in point, he pushes himself up a little higher, in total dedicated obedience to get some leverage. ]
I wanna make you happy now and happy later when we're done.
[ and presumably that later happiness would involve an ass that isn't sore? but perhaps old self-sabotaging habits die hard because even as keith says it, he moves his hips, rocking shallow and slow first. lashes flutter as keith groans as his cock moves through the vice of shiro's body, pulling out first to one ridge, then more and more, eyes rolling each time shiro's tight rim protests and catches on the alien bits of his cock. ]
Making you happy makes me feel so fucking alive, Shiro. So -- don't you dare hold back. I wanna know how incredible you feel coming apart on my cock.
[ sliding his hand down to the base of shiro's cock, keith times the stroke to a hard fuck that fully ensheathes him, and doesn't stop there. lost in the idea of making shiro cum repeatedly, keith keeps snapping his hips and keeps that circle of pressure around shiro's cock. ]
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needless to say, feeling proud of shiro doesn't adequately describe what keith feels. it's too small of a word, as laughable as calling an imploding supernova a disaster, or the universe vast. there's no sense of scale, no suggestion of how fundamentally altered keith's entire existence is simply for having shiro in his life.
but a more fitting word never comes to him. heh, rarely does, really. no shot in hell that being inside shiro would suddenly grant him a silver tongue. it doesn't matter anyway, shiro's moved on and found his next devastating bullseyes.
you make me so fucking happy.
a vice momentarily locks around Keith's throat and chest, makign breathing hard for several beats. he refuses to get misty-eyed over this, because deep down he knows this has been true for a long time, but hearing it said plainly, without complication or stipulation is heart-stopping.
so fuck me.
fuck keith laughs breathlessly, helplessly -- and kisses shiro's lips. ]
Babe, that's not fair...
[ how is keith meant to have the wilpower to remember self-restraint when his boyfriend pleads like this? case in point, he pushes himself up a little higher, in total dedicated obedience to get some leverage. ]
I wanna make you happy now and happy later when we're done.
[ and presumably that later happiness would involve an ass that isn't sore? but perhaps old self-sabotaging habits die hard because even as keith says it, he moves his hips, rocking shallow and slow first. lashes flutter as keith groans as his cock moves through the vice of shiro's body, pulling out first to one ridge, then more and more, eyes rolling each time shiro's tight rim protests and catches on the alien bits of his cock. ]
Making you happy makes me feel so fucking alive, Shiro. So -- don't you dare hold back. I wanna know how incredible you feel coming apart on my cock.
[ sliding his hand down to the base of shiro's cock, keith times the stroke to a hard fuck that fully ensheathes him, and doesn't stop there. lost in the idea of making shiro cum repeatedly, keith keeps snapping his hips and keeps that circle of pressure around shiro's cock. ]