[ ten minutes ago, shiro walked into this cube, confident in his fortitude to sit by and keep keith company as the aphro worked through his system. sit down and relax, isn’t that how he started this? so how did he go from such an innocent request to him pushing nearly all of his weight into the split v of keith’s legs? hands at the backs of keith’s knees and holding down into a stretch that should be too deep, shiro blinks, looking startled as the scene before him – no, underneath him comes into crystal clear focus.
keith’s flexible. that’s not new. the acrobatics this boy pulls off are impressive and awe-inspiring; shiro’s gone toe to toe with him enough times to be familiar with how effortlessly fluid keith is in the movements. as most things today though, this is different. his body bends and everything strains, but keith takes it beautifully, even with the agitated twist at his shoulders. shiro only has the briefest of moments to wonder how much deeper keith’s legs can split when those same legs hit behind him.
shit. not again.
he lets go of his right leg – because what’s the fucking point now? – fully intent on pulling that calf free. keith is faster. keiht’s pelvis angles up and now shiro is the one with breath being slammed free of his lungs. he chokes on spit and goes wide-eyed, very certain that his heart stops for a moment at that initial grind. shiro buckles to the rush of desire that slams into his headspace, only to catch himself instead with his right hand. palm to the cot, he winds up bowed more fully over keith, shivering and twitching all over as the grinding kicks up a notch. it’s messy and embarrassing in its enthusiasm, but it’s addictive too, because those filthy words keith is breathing against his ear? not all of them are untrue.
god, it’s like he’s paralyzed. why isn’t he throwing keith off? this is wrong. this isn’t right. this is a complete violation of trust. he can’t use keith and he can’t let keith use him either. except one beat bleeds into two and keith is groaning something about filling him. shiro clenches metal fingers into the sheet and similarly digs into keith’s leg with the other, not to push away, but to hold steady. he squeezes his eyes shut and falters, slipping into temptation as his body chases that sweet, dirty pleasure by forcing his hips down into the press of keith’s. cock to cock, he feels keith roll against him and shiro chokes on his next breath. ]
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keith’s flexible. that’s not new. the acrobatics this boy pulls off are impressive and awe-inspiring; shiro’s gone toe to toe with him enough times to be familiar with how effortlessly fluid keith is in the movements. as most things today though, this is different. his body bends and everything strains, but keith takes it beautifully, even with the agitated twist at his shoulders. shiro only has the briefest of moments to wonder how much deeper keith’s legs can split when those same legs hit behind him.
shit. not again.
he lets go of his right leg – because what’s the fucking point now? – fully intent on pulling that calf free. keith is faster. keiht’s pelvis angles up and now shiro is the one with breath being slammed free of his lungs. he chokes on spit and goes wide-eyed, very certain that his heart stops for a moment at that initial grind. shiro buckles to the rush of desire that slams into his headspace, only to catch himself instead with his right hand. palm to the cot, he winds up bowed more fully over keith, shivering and twitching all over as the grinding kicks up a notch. it’s messy and embarrassing in its enthusiasm, but it’s addictive too, because those filthy words keith is breathing against his ear? not all of them are untrue.
god, it’s like he’s paralyzed. why isn’t he throwing keith off? this is wrong. this isn’t right. this is a complete violation of trust. he can’t use keith and he can’t let keith use him either. except one beat bleeds into two and keith is groaning something about filling him. shiro clenches metal fingers into the sheet and similarly digs into keith’s leg with the other, not to push away, but to hold steady. he squeezes his eyes shut and falters, slipping into temptation as his body chases that sweet, dirty pleasure by forcing his hips down into the press of keith’s. cock to cock, he feels keith roll against him and shiro chokes on his next breath. ]
Oh… fuck.