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[ oh, keith recognises just what he's doing when his lips trail from his mouth down to his body -- setting every nerve ending alight. it's impossible for shiro to be so good at this, too, so attentive, and keith is wholly taken by him, watching the way those muscles ripple underneath lightly tanned skin, how every movement he makes is poetry.

it's intoxicating, knowing how much sway he has over him that shiro would finish inside him so quickly twice, how keith had thoroughly enjoyed it anyway because it's shiro, because he's wanted to do this every since he met him. thighs draped over his broad shoulders, keith can't help but arch and moan, his dick jumping, filling up just a little more when he feels that hot, wet, talented tongue licking up his shaft.

okay, no one said he's that gifted doing that, too. ]

Shiro -- you don't --

[ shiro doesn't usually suck cock, is what he hears whispered. keith, greedy for more and pretending he doesn't want to know, has catalogued so many of these whispers for himself, selfish and terrible. his hands come down to grasp his hair, kneading lightly, approvingly at his scalp. ]

Oh -- you're... leveling the playing field, are y-- nnnngh. [ he takes a shuddering breath, eyes lidding, vivid blue turned almost black as he regards him with raw, exhilarating need. ] Will you draw this...? Get hard, before you even finish?

( in his heart, shiro just enjoys pleasuring whoever he's with, for however long he's able. he's always liked giving head, but the opportunity doesn't always come around with a reputation like his, with people interested in the dick and not the tongue. it's been a long time since he's been allowed to be worshipful like this, mouthing at the wondrous head of his cock, finally tasting him on his tongue and thinking the world of how sweet he is, like vanilla frosting. it's a lazy, sloppy blowjob. it's an early morning thing, when they're both too tired to do anything rough and sexual, so the slow, passionate motions of shiro's wet tongue against his dick benefit the shades of orange the sun has dappled them in. it's a lot like a dream, shiro thinks. keith tastes like one.

he turns to mouth at keith's milky thigh, smearing his spit where he goes. sucking a small, easily faded bruise right there at the bend of his hip. hickeys are kind of a toss up between the greater population, if they fall on the side of sexy or annoying, but shiro can't say he won't revel in the idea of keith carrying around a hidden mark, left there just by him. )

I'm pretty sure at this point, just the thought of you is enough to get me hard. ( his eyes trace the rosy heights of his chest, memorizing every curve, every sharp line. ) Fuck, you're gorgeous.

( he sets back to the task, less teasing now, mouthing keith's dick off his stomach so he can capture the head without using his hands. tauntingly slow, he sinks down on the length of his cock, warm, wet heat enveloping every half-hard inch of his dick. shiro moans around him, enjoying the sensation, and also.

completely against the point, he finds his hips grinding into the mattress. to relieve some tension, or because keith makes him a horny dog in heat, and he's about to rut against the mattress until he comes all over his sheets? honestly, even shiro doesn't know. )

[ they take their time together; keith is in no hurry to go anywhere, endlessly fascinated by shiro's profound enjoyment of intimacy, the way this stretches between them like something beautiful, something intense and new that makes his toes curl. keith doesn't know what this is save for the fact that it's objectively the best sex he's ever had. not because of his legendary prowess, not quite; but because it's shiro, and he's wanted him ever since he'd laid eyes on him.

not that he would readily admit that -- it feels like weakness, somehow, and keith is very much not about that. this is supposed to be just a fun romp, except maybe it isn't, and when keith looks into his eyes his heart skips a beat. he goes pink at praise, and shakes his head. ]

So are you. I can't -- oh...

[ it's clear that shiro's genuinely enjoying this, that sinfully talented mouth wrapped around his stiffening dick without hands, fuck, and he swears under his breath at just how sexy it is, how it makes his pulse race. surely shiro must know the effect he has on him; surely he must be aware that he's absolutely delicious like this. worse, he's talking, and keith is helplessly, hopelessly charmed. he's rolling his hips, pushing into his mouth with a throaty, purring groan, taking his pleasure as he cups the back of his head. he doesn't yank him forward, his cock sliding along shiro's attentive tongue and listening to just how wonderful his moan feels on his dick.

he feels it twitch, and he fights not to come too quickly -- no, he won't let him win, and he bites his lip, before he gentle presses his toes down his side, nudging softly. ]

Don't rut until I say so. Mmmgh -- never knew you were so good at this.

[ it's honest, frankly appreciative, and he's recovering, holding the back of his head in place as he pulls out of his mouth almost fully, gently pushing up again, fucking that hot, wet cavern smoothly. hand giving the back of his neck a gentle squeeze, keith's praise is sweet: ] Open up, beautiful. Your mouth's made to be fucked.

( does he have any idea what he sounds like? shiro has heard the throatiest of all porn star moans, heard boys crying and begging with the best of them, but this is like nothing he's ever felt before. keith is simply intoxicating in every square inch of himself - the words out his mouth that shiro takes as religions, the sinful perfection of his body, lean and strong and beautiful. he whines, god help him, when keith tells him to stop rutting, but he listens obediently. letting keith handle sliding in and out of his mouth as he pulls his knees up, dick mournfully away from the friction of sheets.

most boys want to be had - it's why they seek shiro out, why shiro is happy to offer himself up in all his sexual prowess to the extent of whatever fantasies his current bed partner might have. he likes when they want to feel possessed, because that's something that's easily given, and without cost. keith, though. in every aspect he is different, entirely uncharted territory that shiro finds himself steadily becoming addicted to. he doesn't want to be had, not like the others. he wants to possess, and - christ, shiro wants to let him.

his eyes stay glued on keith as he pointedly opens his mouth wider, offering him the space to move freely in and out of him. he doesn't have much in terms of a gag reflex, so he lets keith have that small submission off him - while he focuses elsewhere, hands cupping his handsome, curvy sides and just retracing the bend of it, fingers flat against his protruding ribcage like floating on top of a still water lake. he'll definitely draw this later, but he already knows he's not a good enough artist to rightfully capture his essence, this thoughtless and easy grace, the ethereal beauty of the color of his eyes. he won't be able to grasp it all, but he'll sure as hell try. )

[ that gorgeous, gorgeous mouth will be the end of him, the full way he parts his lips and invites him in, and keith pursues him shamelessly, tightens his hold on the back of his neck and keeps him in place, rolling his hips and sinking his cock into the tight wet heat of him.

he's heard stories, glowing accounts of how well shiro fucks, but he's fiercely, possessively pleased with discovering him for himself, knowing that this is perhaps uncharted territory. he pushes out everything else but shiro, hooked on just how magnificent he is like this.

he's stolen the brightest star in the sky, hooked the golden boy for himself and keith feels like a thief when he holds him and fucks his mouth, thrusts in balls deep and praises him, throaty and appreciative. shiro doesn't have a gag reflex, and he's enamored, sliding deep down his throat again and again.

it's obscene, how easy shiro takes him and how good he feels, and half-formed words spill from breathless lips -- ]

Like that, oh, like that -- you feel so good --

[ he does, oh, and watching shiro obey does terrible, wonderful things to him. ]

Such a good, obedient boy --

[ he croons, feeling his pre-come spurt into his mouth. he wants to have him, wants to possess and own and overwhelm him, and keith growls, low and soft. he's sinking into the warm grip of Shiro's hands, overwhelmed. ]

Suck. Show me how much you love cock. You love it more than fucking, don't you?

( good obedient boy kind of makes him snicker, or would if his mouth wasn't currently invested in more important tasks. it's not like that, really - he's just eager to make keith feel the best he ever has, and is grateful for the powerful, demanding set of instructions he provides so he doesn't have to guess who best to give it. keith says suck and shiro is happy to respond accordingly, lips clamping down on his swollen member without any loss of vigor, sucking dry the spots of precome keith elks out, letting them paint his tongue in something fleshy and ultimately delicious.

he doesn't stop there.

strong hands hold a tight grip on keith's hips as he pulls him up, sitting taller, letting keith stay connected to the mattress only by the gravity of his shoulders. shiro swallows him whole, this delectable, luxurious chocolate that he can't stop himself from devouring in one bite. his cock slides into the back of his throat like it was meant to be there, and shiro's dick practically cries at that thought, demanding attention. shiro doesn't give it any, just keeps his focus entirely on keith's small frame, the way he crumples under shiro's touch.

he pulls himself away from his dick so he can squash keith in half, arching for kisses that taste like dick. brief interlude. he'll get back to it soon. )

Nah. ( he says eventually, voice rough from keith fucking his mouth, licking a hot stripe against keith's bobbing throat. ) I love it a lot, but I think I proved last night that nothing feels better than this ass swallowing my dick up whole.

( this ass, he accents with a little smack to his rear end, fingers coming up swiftly so he can spit into them. this won't be a lubeless experience, but keith is probably still stretched open from last night to handle a finger or two. shiro gives it up to him hungrily, one wet finger descending down the cleft of his ass and sliding inside him deeply, shiro complimenting that with a warm kiss on the corner of his mouth. )

You wanna come in my mouth? ( this is him, trying very hard, to win tonight. his voice goes deeper, pressed on the shell of his ear. ) Doesn't matter, baby. I'm not done with you yet.

You proved it twice, even.

[ keith teases, unable to help himself even as he yelps at that spank, cock twitching at the delicious, sting -- it might be such a little thing, but it makes keith wonder what it'll be like if he really spanks him.

he licks his lips and considers it, tasting shiro and his own dick and attempting to chase him, fingers digging into the muscle of his broad shoulders. he's drawing close, yes he is, and he's wrapping his legs back around his waist, hitched up high when he feels himself opening up to his questing fingers. and oh, oh, this is too, too good, thick finger burying in his ass.

he's still slick with lube, still ready enough to take his finger without too much problem. shiro is thoughtful and wonderful and charmingly overwhelming, and despite keith's defenses he finds himself slowly but steadily crumbling, powerfully drawn to the intensity of his eyes, the velvet pitch of his voice. surely he must feel his cock jump, trapped between both their bodies. he's groaning softly, hands sliding down his back to map him out anew, clenching tight around his finger. ]

Yes. [ he almost snarls, soft and low and full of yearning. ] But only after you come inside me. Wanna feel you, Shiro --

[ he's grasping his chin to tug his face to his, crushing his mouth to his passionately, pouring in his own desire, his need. he doesn't need dirty talk when the ardent, searing heat of his kiss speaks volumes, doesn't it? shiro is the only one he wants, the only one he aches to please, his hands coming down to squeeze that tight, firm ass. ]

I'm not done with you, either.

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