[ Shiro's pleased noises fill the warm cocoon on the couch that they currently occupy, their own little world of soft touches and wet mouths. The kiss is given freely as Shiro props up on his prosthetic, licking his way into the heat past Keith's lips with a happy hum. The handjob is unhurried, every slide of Shiro's cock nudging up behind a soft sac to give Keith something hard to ride, a faux fuck while they're both still drowsy enough to imagine one, and Shiro's breath comes short when he gasps as a fissure of pleasure melts up his spine, nipping at Keith's plump lower lip. ]
I've got you, Keith, I won't stop. You're so pretty, baby ...
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I've got you, Keith, I won't stop. You're so pretty, baby ...