[ the thing is, daddy slips out of keith's mouth rather thoughtlessly . frankly, keith isn't sure how he feels about calling shiro that either, except that something about it gives him chills that go right to his confused dick when the name gets him whispered praise in his ear. does he want to unpack that further? hell no.
heh. so much for all those classes about self-acceptance and not kink-shaming himself, yeah?
but really, none of that had been on the forefront of keith's thoughts when that fucking title came tumbling out. his sex-fogged brain had simply been hooked on the concept of role reversal. shiro's usually the one with his cock buried deep in keith's ass, shiro is also sometimes daddy.... naturally, if keith is the one doing the burying this time, then logically that makes him daddy, too?
it makes sense, up until it really doesn't. for starters, kinks aren't necessarily reciprocal, and keith gets a reminder of that lesson when shiro starts to laugh. fuck. for a beat, he's worried that he's ruined it, but by the next beat, shiro saves him.
daddy.
and there it is. that fucking chill that zips down his spine and spreads to his cock and ass. as if on cue, keith moans and answers the question with a hard snap of his hips, thighs slapping shiro's ass. he doesn't know what's going on in shiro's head -- hell, he barely knows what's going on in his own, but the possibility that his immeasurably wonderful boyfriend might feel that same pinch of intensity is all the urging keith needs. ]
You feel fucking incredible, baby.
[ he ducks low for a desperate, messy kiss, giving shiro's cock a firm squeeze before shifting to put both hands on shiro's chest. ]
So tight. And so strong, too.
[ fingers dig, and keith grabs shiro's muscular chest as he continues to work his cock in and out, building up to a faster pace. he moans, breathing in determined puffs, and not even bothering to pause to wipe away the sweat trickling from his hair down to his nose. ]
Taking daddy's cock so well, fuck -- like you were made for me.
[ forcing his eyes open, keith lets his grip relax on shiro's chest, heart thumping harder at the faintest shadow of marks left behind before grabbing shoulders. ]
Wanna mark my approval inside so deep that you never forget how much I love you.
i want you to know i closed my eyes this whole tag
heh. so much for all those classes about self-acceptance and not kink-shaming himself, yeah?
but really, none of that had been on the forefront of keith's thoughts when that fucking title came tumbling out. his sex-fogged brain had simply been hooked on the concept of role reversal. shiro's usually the one with his cock buried deep in keith's ass, shiro is also sometimes daddy.... naturally, if keith is the one doing the burying this time, then logically that makes him daddy, too?
it makes sense, up until it really doesn't. for starters, kinks aren't necessarily reciprocal, and keith gets a reminder of that lesson when shiro starts to laugh. fuck. for a beat, he's worried that he's ruined it, but by the next beat, shiro saves him.
daddy.
and there it is. that fucking chill that zips down his spine and spreads to his cock and ass. as if on cue, keith moans and answers the question with a hard snap of his hips, thighs slapping shiro's ass. he doesn't know what's going on in shiro's head -- hell, he barely knows what's going on in his own, but the possibility that his immeasurably wonderful boyfriend might feel that same pinch of intensity is all the urging keith needs. ]
You feel fucking incredible, baby.
[ he ducks low for a desperate, messy kiss, giving shiro's cock a firm squeeze before shifting to put both hands on shiro's chest. ]
So tight. And so strong, too.
[ fingers dig, and keith grabs shiro's muscular chest as he continues to work his cock in and out, building up to a faster pace. he moans, breathing in determined puffs, and not even bothering to pause to wipe away the sweat trickling from his hair down to his nose. ]
Taking daddy's cock so well, fuck -- like you were made for me.
[ forcing his eyes open, keith lets his grip relax on shiro's chest, heart thumping harder at the faintest shadow of marks left behind before grabbing shoulders. ]
Wanna mark my approval inside so deep that you never forget how much I love you.