[ Keith cares for him so completely it's a fight not to melt into sappy kisses, instead squirming until Shiro is sat comfortably with Keith buried as deep as he can go, arms wrapped around his neck so that Shiro can loom down the few inches that sitting on a lap gives him. His smile widens into a smirk, lips snd teeth grazing over the scar on Keith's cheek as Shiro starts to move over him with sinuous hips, tightening up on every stroke out. ]
You don't think you can make me come just like this?
[ The stamina his bulk affords means that Shiro can set an unrelenting pace as he fucks himself over that deliciously hard cock, thighs burning with effort in the best way. He never looks away from Keith, voice a gravelly purr, soft as a whisper. ]
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You don't think you can make me come just like this?
[ The stamina his bulk affords means that Shiro can set an unrelenting pace as he fucks himself over that deliciously hard cock, thighs burning with effort in the best way. He never looks away from Keith, voice a gravelly purr, soft as a whisper. ]
Let me milk you dry, baby. Don't you want that?