[ keith blinks -- stares more accurately, as shiro rips his hands free and stumbles away like merely touching the tip of his clothed dick burned in some way. keith bites the inside of his lip, unsure of how to proceed as a storm of conflicted emotions grows wild in his head.

shiro isn't interested in his cock. that standalone thought teeters on the cusp of being outright hurtful, but where his dick should be going soft with that thought alone, he stays unrelentingly aroused. swallowing hard like that might keep the disappointment at bay, keith bows his head and stares down at the strain in his pants for an extended beat before looking at shiro inploringly. ]

Fine. You can have my ass then. Is that what you want?

[ the words are out of his mouth, and keith falters before taking any kind of action. he's never offered that to anyone, never thought he would. the thought sits strangely in his head, making him shiver from head to toe just imagining himself bending over this cot, spreading his cheeks for shiro while shiro stuffs him full of cock. again, keith bites his lip, but isn't able to keep a whine held back as his cock twitches and leaves a wet spot on his pants.

keith stands up straight, then turns abruptly, both hands on the waistband of his yoga pants to pull them down his hips before pressing both hands firmly to the cot as bends low.]

Take it. I want you to be the first to take me like that.