[ it isn’t often that shiro is on this end of the manhandling, but he has zero complaints about having his ass physically hauled high to meet keith’s next hard thrust. truthfully, shiro’s a little too empty-headed to properly conceptualize what reality even is in the moment. loopy and feeling so, so good, shiro whines brokenly, only to breathe hard into a gasp as keith empties inside him. so that’s what it feels like, he thinks with barely there coherency. it doesn’t take much for shiro to find enjoyment in it and so, within the next beat, he decides he likes being full of keith in more ways than one. how long will he be able to feel it? how long will it sit inside him? he hopes he stays heavy with keith’s cum for awhile.
weight settles on his chest and upon feeling it, shiro opens his eyes, only to spend the next few moments blinking in quick repetition to bring focus back into them. hold slack but still maintaining at keith’s hips, shiro carefully stretches his fingers loose of their curls and then brings both hands up, together smoothing his palms over keith’s hair. his metal hand falls away and then he’s weakly holding his left to keith’s head, curling fingers once more to tangle in sweaty waves of hair.
keith’s mumbling things now; something about sex becoming inexplicably better each time they have it. shiro laughs, or as much as he’s able considering he’s still heaving to satisfy his depleted lungs. even so, the answer comes quickly, as well as surprisingly easy. ]
It’s because we’re made for each other.
[ he smiles, tired yet satisfied, absolutely melted into the mattress as he rides out the last of his high and the continued twitch and throb of keith inside him. pulling his hand free, he slides it to the side of keith’s head and tucks some wayward strands behind his ear, before giving the lobe a playfully tug. ]
Thank you, baby. [ or is it daddy? do they revert back to normal now? too sweetened on pleasure-dosed feeling, shiro doesn’t chase that thought further, instead sighing quietly through a dreamy smile. ] That was an exceptional first time.
soon it can be locked away in the past and never remembered
weight settles on his chest and upon feeling it, shiro opens his eyes, only to spend the next few moments blinking in quick repetition to bring focus back into them. hold slack but still maintaining at keith’s hips, shiro carefully stretches his fingers loose of their curls and then brings both hands up, together smoothing his palms over keith’s hair. his metal hand falls away and then he’s weakly holding his left to keith’s head, curling fingers once more to tangle in sweaty waves of hair.
keith’s mumbling things now; something about sex becoming inexplicably better each time they have it. shiro laughs, or as much as he’s able considering he’s still heaving to satisfy his depleted lungs. even so, the answer comes quickly, as well as surprisingly easy. ]
It’s because we’re made for each other.
[ he smiles, tired yet satisfied, absolutely melted into the mattress as he rides out the last of his high and the continued twitch and throb of keith inside him. pulling his hand free, he slides it to the side of keith’s head and tucks some wayward strands behind his ear, before giving the lobe a playfully tug. ]
Thank you, baby. [ or is it daddy? do they revert back to normal now? too sweetened on pleasure-dosed feeling, shiro doesn’t chase that thought further, instead sighing quietly through a dreamy smile. ] That was an exceptional first time.