[ fingers catch his wrist and keith moans, urgently pushing his hips back for a taste of friction. frankly there's little the aphro in his system does to blunt his awareness of how new this side of anal is. he's never been one to cower from the new and unexpected -- fuck, he'd never have joined galaxy garrison if he were afraid of new frontiers and all that. but still. space exploration and body exploration are different.... right?
maye, maybe not. but the longer keith dwells on it, the more ridiculous it seems that he's been to entirely different galaxies and realities, but still that barely there probe of his hole is still the first time he's ever touched himself there. the realization is so overwhelmingly stupid that it actually makes him laugh helplessly, part amuse, and partly in self loathing. twenty one years of being alive and because he'd never bothered to try and connect with anyone else, all his choices now in porn prison aren't really choices at all.
his hand goes slack, eyes squeezed shut as shiro drags his pants back up his thighs and covers the most intimate parts of him back up. shiro's last bit of commentary draws out one last stilted bit of laughter before keith gets his consolation pat on the hip and is let go once again. ]
You really think aphro changes how I feel about you?
[ ut;s asked quietly enough, head bowed and eyes boring holes into the cot. was he doped up on aphrodisiac at the clone facility? fuck. he almost starts laughing again, but curbs it by biting down on his lower lip. the fact that he's even asking the question is sign enough that he's not thinking straight, but he turns around and tries to drape himself on shiro with all the certitude of a guy who's convinced he's making sense. ]
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maye, maybe not. but the longer keith dwells on it, the more ridiculous it seems that he's been to entirely different galaxies and realities, but still that barely there probe of his hole is still the first time he's ever touched himself there. the realization is so overwhelmingly stupid that it actually makes him laugh helplessly, part amuse, and partly in self loathing. twenty one years of being alive and because he'd never bothered to try and connect with anyone else, all his choices now in porn prison aren't really choices at all.
his hand goes slack, eyes squeezed shut as shiro drags his pants back up his thighs and covers the most intimate parts of him back up. shiro's last bit of commentary draws out one last stilted bit of laughter before keith gets his consolation pat on the hip and is let go once again. ]
You really think aphro changes how I feel about you?
[ ut;s asked quietly enough, head bowed and eyes boring holes into the cot. was he doped up on aphrodisiac at the clone facility? fuck. he almost starts laughing again, but curbs it by biting down on his lower lip. the fact that he's even asking the question is sign enough that he's not thinking straight, but he turns around and tries to drape himself on shiro with all the certitude of a guy who's convinced he's making sense. ]
C'mon. Take me to bed. Help me. Don't let me go.