[ He goes as slow as he thinks Keith can take it without losing his mind, unable to smirk where sucking long pulls all the way to the base, deep-throating him with soft walls clutching at Keith's cock with every swallow, just to slide off and mouth the head so that gets some special attention too, sensitised by being mauled by a devoted mouth without relent: Shiro wants his voice to be tell-tale wrecked after this. The burn of salty precome has his eyes damp and spiked, lashes fluttering as he looks up at Keith and bats them, refusing to go fast enough to do anything but sweetly torture. He kneads at lean thighs, encouraging Keith to spread them and offer all of himself up like he did in the shower, weeks ago.
Shiro will move lower to the curve of tight balls if allowed, letting his snowy hair tuft brush over red, wet skin. ]
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Shiro will move lower to the curve of tight balls if allowed, letting his snowy hair tuft brush over red, wet skin. ]