[ Shiro really, really likes getting fucked and will repay the favour as many times as Keith wants it. As he bites his lip and feels his body tense up with the need to come, he runs his fingers through Keith's hair where he grips a handful, needing to gaze into those beautiful indigo depths. ]
Wanna ... Wanna make you come, baby.
[ More than his own pleasure, that's what Shiro needs: to see Keith lose himself like he deserves to be taken care of. Shiro can give him that, he wants to be the only person who ever does.
He palms his way up a lean torso, nails raking over the bumps of ribs to get Keith's attention. ]
Sit back, I can ride you. [ His smile quirks with heated promise, eyes shining. It would look very pure if his blush wasn't pink as candy and snowy hair mussed out of his eyes. ] Let me take care of you.
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Wanna ... Wanna make you come, baby.
[ More than his own pleasure, that's what Shiro needs: to see Keith lose himself like he deserves to be taken care of. Shiro can give him that, he wants to be the only person who ever does.
He palms his way up a lean torso, nails raking over the bumps of ribs to get Keith's attention. ]
Sit back, I can ride you. [ His smile quirks with heated promise, eyes shining. It would look very pure if his blush wasn't pink as candy and snowy hair mussed out of his eyes. ] Let me take care of you.