[ the wanting look on shiro's face is stunning. if keith had his way, he'd look at it all day -- kiss shiro, slip tongue in his mouth and slide hands down low, lower to squeeze more of those delicious throaty sounds out of him. though as warming as that thought may be, the triple threat of brain freeze, the chill in his throat and a need to breathe work double time at redirecting keith to reality.
numbed as his lips are, he can't quite feel it when shiro presses in, hot and wet, just about in every way the polar opposite of the popsicle to fill his mouth. it's keith's turn to moan then as shiro coaxes heat back into his lips. the idle thought running in the back of his head is that this isn't fair -- shiro's supposed to be the one doing the wanting, damn it. all the same, he's pretty sure that when shiro pulls away, he's the one looking like a dazed, open mouthed mess. keith swallows, wingtips quivering before he holds his arms more rigidly. ]
You... [ another swallow to clear his throat. ] You should give me more then.
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numbed as his lips are, he can't quite feel it when shiro presses in, hot and wet, just about in every way the polar opposite of the popsicle to fill his mouth. it's keith's turn to moan then as shiro coaxes heat back into his lips. the idle thought running in the back of his head is that this isn't fair -- shiro's supposed to be the one doing the wanting, damn it. all the same, he's pretty sure that when shiro pulls away, he's the one looking like a dazed, open mouthed mess. keith swallows, wingtips quivering before he holds his arms more rigidly. ]
You... [ another swallow to clear his throat. ] You should give me more then.