[ it's weird to exist in a state of doublethink while also not caring at all for anything more than the throb and pulse of his cock. all of this is wrong because this isn't how him and shiro are meant to be, but if it's so wrong why is shiro lining up their hips and cocks like that? keith rolls his hips, grinding his cock nice and slow against the full, thick bulge between shiro's legs and digs his ankles into the backs of his thighs. ]
Shiro please >... please , put it in. Wanna feel it thick inside.
[ it's moaned between heavy puffs for air in shiro's ear. the whole thing should be weirder than it is. shiro's a good looking guy, of course, but it's not like keith's ever deliberately stolen glances at his best friend coming out of the shower. ever gave much thought to size or girth. best friends don't do that, after all. brothers don't do that. but he grinds and grinds, desperately digging in his heels as he rocks back and forth. the nature of their relationship doesn't matter now and there's a sick kind of freedom in imagining fucking shiro in vivid detail and forcing shiro to imagine it too. an even sicker thrill from knowing it makes shiro firm up like that for him.
there's a very real danger here that this is crossing lines, pushing boundaries that were never meant to be tampered with, but the way pleasure rockets down his spine turns that fear into nothing but white noise. keith moans loud and lewd, breath hitching uncontrollably as his muscles tense up , balls tightening before: ]
Fuck, gonna cum just thinking about it....
[ releasing shiro's ear, keith angles lower, mouth urgently pressed to shiro's neck to stifle a long, deep moan as his cock spills and spills warm slick that runs down his thighs and stains the front of his pants. the vice grip he had around shiro's hips lets up only slightly as keith rocks back on the cot, back flattened against the thin mattress as he takes several mindless breaths. ]
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Shiro please >... please , put it in. Wanna feel it thick inside.
[ it's moaned between heavy puffs for air in shiro's ear. the whole thing should be weirder than it is. shiro's a good looking guy, of course, but it's not like keith's ever deliberately stolen glances at his best friend coming out of the shower. ever gave much thought to size or girth. best friends don't do that, after all. brothers don't do that. but he grinds and grinds, desperately digging in his heels as he rocks back and forth. the nature of their relationship doesn't matter now and there's a sick kind of freedom in imagining fucking shiro in vivid detail and forcing shiro to imagine it too. an even sicker thrill from knowing it makes shiro firm up like that for him.
there's a very real danger here that this is crossing lines, pushing boundaries that were never meant to be tampered with, but the way pleasure rockets down his spine turns that fear into nothing but white noise. keith moans loud and lewd, breath hitching uncontrollably as his muscles tense up , balls tightening before: ]
Fuck, gonna cum just thinking about it....
[ releasing shiro's ear, keith angles lower, mouth urgently pressed to shiro's neck to stifle a long, deep moan as his cock spills and spills warm slick that runs down his thighs and stains the front of his pants. the vice grip he had around shiro's hips lets up only slightly as keith rocks back on the cot, back flattened against the thin mattress as he takes several mindless breaths. ]