[ He doesn't really register the flip that puts him on his back, a vessel for Keith to fill up with his come as Shiro sees golden eyes and feels the strength of alien blood in the hard knock of hips against his own, choked on cries as he takes everything Keith has to give. It feels like a lot, even with Shiro out of practice.
Fuck. It's hot.
He digs his nails into an ass to hold on throughout the wild ride, encouraging Keith with hitched, broken pleas for more (yesyesyes baby feels so good fuck me keith), and his lashes screw shut as Shiro's wails fill the boat, the hot pulse of wave after wave of come in his ass short-circuiting his ability to think of anything else; no trauma, no troubles, only Keith and the way he fucks Shiro so well that it blots out the rest of the galaxy. ]
Keith ... !
[ With unsteady legs he loops them around a waist to try and hold Keith in place, dazed and horny and full of wonder, besides the come. ]
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Fuck. It's hot.
He digs his nails into an ass to hold on throughout the wild ride, encouraging Keith with hitched, broken pleas for more (yesyesyes baby feels so good fuck me keith), and his lashes screw shut as Shiro's wails fill the boat, the hot pulse of wave after wave of come in his ass short-circuiting his ability to think of anything else; no trauma, no troubles, only Keith and the way he fucks Shiro so well that it blots out the rest of the galaxy. ]
Keith ... !
[ With unsteady legs he loops them around a waist to try and hold Keith in place, dazed and horny and full of wonder, besides the come. ]
... Baby, god. Uh.