[ It's a shade removed from his usual encouragement, the belting bright voice is husky but no less supportive as Shiro moans and tips back his head as pleasure fires through every nerve-ending, prostate rubbed blissfully raw by Keith's eager thrusts. ]

That's it, Keith, you can do it for me ... Oh, just like that, that's my baby, fuck me just like that, you feel so good, oh god — Keith, o-oh —!

[ He can't stop the build-up of pressure with his cock being stroked too and when Shiro comes he grips the couch behind Keith's head for balance, grinding back with every stuttering flick of hips, each press of Keith over a sweet spot sending more come out of Shiro's angry red cock, dripping wet and red-faced to match. He comes with his whole body like it's a relief he can't believe he's been waiting on so long, then keeps moving even when thin whimpers fall free so that Keith can take advantage of his tight ass, still holding true to his promise. He wants to make Keith come, needs to. ]