[ Oh, Shiro, dude. Keith groans loudly at that, but it's turned midway into one of growing pleasure, adoring the way Shiro doesn't seem able to have enough of him. He can feel Shiro shudder, his boyfriend plastered against him, so broad and so eager that it enthralls him.
He's definitely very much awake, and he's gently grasping Shiro's hand now, drawing it away so that he can slip his lover's dick from his thighs, shuffling so he can turn around on the couch and face him, eager to steal more kisses from that full, lovely mouth. ]
Love it when you sound like that.
[ He tells him raggedly, when he lines both their dicks together and he's starting to rub them both warmly. ]
Better? You'd better hurry, because I'm gonna come soon.
[ The world isn't righted until he has a face full of Keith staring him in the eye and their dicks aligned, each tired groan muffled in the kisses he steals from his boyfriend. Shiro can bear the stroking for a little while but oversensitivity makes him gently remove Keith's hand and guide it to his hair as he pushes him back against the couch. Surrounded by plush pillows, Keith is a vision and a feast laid out for Shiro's senses. ]
Not before I get to taste you, baby.
[ He drags off Keith's tangled sweatpants with him as he slides down his body, mouthing his way along pecs and abs until his stubbled chin grazes a black happy-trail, hot breaths puffing their way to the base of Keith's erection. Shiro coaxes Keith's thighs up and over his shoulders, licking his shaft in a delicate line from base to sticky tip, grey eyes locked on the violet pair above. ]
[ Keith purrs, preening at the praise and just how sweetly Shiro refers to him. He's keeping his thighs over his shoulders, more exposed than he's ever been, and that hot tongue on his dick threatens to undo everything, wrecking the barest tatters of his self-control.
Keith squirms, amazed, as always, by what a gift Shiro is, how they'd come this far when the love of his life would be between his thighs and his mouth on his cock. His eyes are dark, a hand coming to curl in the older man's hair as he cradles him, exposed and willing to give up everything for Shiro if only he asked. ]
Mmmnnngh. Puppy -- c'mon. You know it's all for you. I'd give you anything you want.
[ How can Keith be any other's, when Shiro has such a firm hold of his heart already? How can Keith even bear to look at anyone else? ]
[ Keith's so vocal that Shiro lets him ramble, fondly rubbing his cheek against the erection that so desperately needs his attention. He could make this quick, Keith's so ready, or ... ]
You're perfect, don't worry.
[ Lips soft and wet from a pointed lick as he holds eye-contact, his lashes droop when he guides the crown of Keith's erection into the heat of his mouth, suckling at him like a lollipop with an abundance of spit shining on Shiro's chin before too long has passed. He's sloppy about it, giving Keith a memory to hold dear of being savoured; being looked at. ]
[ Keith breathes, helplessly charmed by Shiro's generosity, feeling the incredible strength of him under his thighs. This is the man who practically carries the whole world on his shoulders, befitting of the captain of the Atlas, and look at him now, giving himself over to something this carnal, moving to please him, head between his thighs and Keith is lost, lost.
He writhes and throws his head back, unable to keep eye contact as bolts of pleasure threaten to render him incoherent. He's digging his fingers into the meat of Shiro's shoulders, arching upward to push more into his mouth, unable to help himself because oh, he'll never forget the sight of his cock inside Shiro's mouth, the way he looks at him. ]
Please --
[ Wrecked, cracked, he's new to this and Shiro's just about ruining him for anyone else. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Shiro is a devastatingly wonderful force of nature that cannot be denied -- the man is incredible, so very beautiful that he can barely take his eyes off of him. Keith is a man caught in Shiro's spell, and he's panting, cheeks flushed as he jerks up into him, wanting more as his thighs fall open just for him.
He's offering himself up without question, trusting Shiro without a work as he tugs him up now, wanting to kiss him, to taste himself on the older man's tongue. ]
[ Shiro's laughter rumbles through Keith's leg as he mouths his way up the soft inside of a thigh, licking secrets up the slope of an iliac curve to playfully gnaw at a hip. He bares his teeth as he does, gently scraping at the nerve-laden skin, using his weight to keep Keith pinned. ]
Don't you like my kisses when they're down here?
[ With a smooch! right under a navel, grey eyes sparkling as he glances up the length of Keith's naked body. ]
[ Keith tells him breathlessly, laughing softly as he gently curls his fingers in his hair to coax him up again. Come on, come on, sweetheart. ]
But I wanna kiss you back.
[ As much as his body loves and adores Shiro, as much as he wants him, he shivers and tries again, whining softly. He wants him close, he wants to melt in his arms and hold him, he wants to kiss him so that it makes Shiro as crazy as he way he's making Keith right now. ]
[ All his teasing defences melt under Keith's soft look and Shiro crawls up to cover him with his larger frame, a thigh sliding up between Keith's legs to lend pressure over his cock as his own nudges snugly against Keith's hip. He uses his prosthetic fingers to gently coax up a chin where he plants a butterfly kiss, taking more down to the hinge of a jaw where he nibbles on a pulse. ]
I love you.
[ Once through worshipping his lover, he lifts his head to steal the kind of kiss he knows Keith has been waiting for, licking heat and hunger into it from the beginning with a soft groan. ]
[ It's a superpower, being able to sway someone as stubborn as Shiro -- and it's partly the thrill of having his way amidst his overwhelming love for Shiro that makes him greedily surge forward, clinging to him and parting his mouth for a heated kiss.
This is always one of his favorite things, kissing Shiro, pouring everything he feels into the seal of their mouths. He's grasping Shiro's cock now, hand coming to curl around that nice, fat shaft and stroke. He's grinding his own into him, but his other hand is already straying to Shiro's ass, Keith giving it a meaningful knead, fingers teasing down to the crease. ]
[ He's already aroused and moaning when Keith intones Want you, this time unmistakable with the grip on Shiro's ass that makes his eyes fly open, glittering with desire. He rests on a bent arm and slips his human hand down to take Keith's cock and align it with his own, stroking them together with hitched breaths as Shiro tries to stave off the need to come, daydreaming of having Keith buried inside; he wants that too, something deep in the core of him feels so empty without it, without Keith marking him up with a good fuck until Shiro can feel the thrust of hard cock and nothing else. It hits him how long it's been since anyone took him and that his new body hasn't ever experienced that. It should be Keith who gets to lay down a claim this time, undoubtedly.
A shudder runs through him from head to toe. ]
Baby, I want you too, [ he tries to slow the kisses so he can talk, hand working a hard shaft over in slick pulls to counterpoint Shiro's murmured pecks on Keith's swollen red lips, peering down under shuttered, dark lashes and pretending his voice isn't being dragged over rough gravel, ] are you ready for that?
[ It'll be Keith's first time going all the way too, won't it? Shiro can only suppose so. Hope so. ]
[ Ready for -- oh. Ready for that. For everything that they've talked about and Keith had been growing to fantasise about. He can read Shiro's lust in the gleam of his eyes, the way he shudders, the sheer need in his words, so wrecked and wonderful that for a moment, he forgets to breathe.
He looks up at him now, reaching up to cup his face as he arches upward to kiss him again, rocking smoothly into his hand and sliding it along Shiro's dick. He's thinking about it now, admiring the flush of Shiro's cheeks and how much he wants it. Keith wants it, too; he wants it so badly his heart aches, and as much as he loves them doing this together, getting each other off, he knows that there's more for them to do.
They haven't gone all the way, not yet, and his fingers come to search out that tight little pucker of his hole, remembering when Shiro tongue-fucked him so wonderfully in the shower that his toes are curling just thinking about it now. He's kissing him back, a small smile tugging at his mouth. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I am. [ Although Shiro will have to guide him around the curves, so to speak. Then, just to tease him right back, using the words Shiro had used on him before: ] I bet you'd look great on my dick, Shiro.
[ Keith's touch has Shiro biting his lips, forehead falling to a shoulder as he briefly squirms under that intimate touch.
His eyes flash up with a smirk when he hears the sass, snorting. Disentangling them enough so he can sit up, he scoots forward on his knees to put them bent either side of Keith's chest, sitting back on the line of his erection so it nestles between his cheeks; all fun to tease Keith with a slow grind as Shiro's arm floats away to rattle around in one of the kitchen drawers, trying to remember where he put a tube of mostly-used lube. Their size difference isn't something he notices often but his thighs seem to seal Keith in between them and Shiro is conscious of just how big he is looming over Keith like that, hoping his weight isn't too much. His remaining hands guide's Keith's away from his cock to the meat of one of those scarred thighs to stop him jerking Shiro off too early, wanting to last. ]
You bet I will, [ he purrs, aiming to sound confident as he flexes down with a luxurious grind and a challenging glint in slate-dark eyes, ] I can't wait to feel you fill me up with your come, baby. Promise to give it all to me and no one else? Ever?
[ He likes to think he's playing Keith's game but maybe the game is playing Shiro, silly teases legitimately making his cock twitch with interest. ]
[ Oh, hell, Shiro is beautiful. Shiro's all muscle and heat and Keith is definitely stronger than he looks, because he's helping to brace and support him, his other hand coming to stroke over his chest, leaning down to kiss between those pecs. His weight is never too much, and he's grinning, grinding up against him with a soft moan, enjoying the way he flexes so prettily.
He picks up the lube from Shiro's hand, popping the tube to smear some on his fingers to slick it up before offering it back to him. He enjoys their size difference, how they still fit together perfectly, like they were made for each other. When he asks, however, he's infinitely more fond when he responds. ]
You and no one else, I promise.
[ He murmurs, because this might be a game but Keith means every word of it, enjoying just how his own desire practically roars up in him. Shiro is dirty, so dirty, and Keith loves it. He wants to fill him up, practically come all over him and mark him as his own. ]
I wanna bury myself inside you, puppy. Wanna sink in you and make you cry out -- show me?
[ Keith's slick fingers are guided around the swell of Shiro's ass to the crease, tilting forward on his knees to lend a better angle. He's strong enough so bearing up his own weight is no problem (yet) and he holds Keith's loving gaze as he tutors him in how to make love. It's all so dreamy, such a wholesome moment, Shiro can't help the all-over blush as he indulges in the pleasurable knowledge Keith wants him inside and out. ]
Start with one, then add another when I'm not so tight. I'll tell you when I want a third.
[ This isn't teaching Keith how to concentrate in his lion or to focus on patience, it's a whole other mode of training and Shiro is thrilled to be the one who shows him. ]
Keith ... [ A surge of arousal runs down his broad torso, thick pecs tensing and abs growing taut and thighs clenching tight around Keith as Shiro's cock smears precome all over his boyfriend's belly. ] You can do this, I trust you.
[ Keith is an eager student, willing to learn as he takes point from him, on the occasion distracted by just how lovely his man is, blushing from top to toe, practically. ]
Tell me I'm the only one who gets to see you like this.
[ Because Shiro belongs to him, because Keith would do anything for this man -- he just doesn't want anyone to see him this way, naked and eager and so much like a mentor to him, still; although in markedly different ways. It's a heartwarming moment, learning under him, being taught how to please Shiro and figuring out what makes him shiver and moan. He's grinning smiling, leaning to kiss along his chest, biting softly at the patch of skin underneath his collarbones before he pushes one finger in.
He loves being bracketed like this, the way Shiro's cock twitches against his belly, pre-come pearling at the tip. The heat of him is startling, new, and he simply goes slow, gently urging him to relax so that he can press in deeper, down to the second knuckle. ]
Like this...? Relax for me. It's just me, and I wanna make you feel good.
[ With his hands free he drapes his arms around Keith's neck and drags unfocused fingers through a thatch of long hair, far more aware of the way Keith is slowly opening him up with gentle but bold caresses. Shiro has to lick his lips as he steadies his breathing, a smile cracking out the corner of his mouth as he plants a kiss to Keith's hairline, nails curling into a nape. ]
You're the only one. It's only you, Keith.
[ The drag of teeth across his collarbone has him arching forward, spine curved as he raises his ass for Keith's intrepid fingers to plunder. So far he's fine, this is no harder than fingering himself in the shower, but he's hardly had the time to attempt anything larger and Keith is ...
He's got a nice cock, Shiro heatedly thinks, dozy with lust. Keith's got nothing to be ashamed of, long and nicely shaped with a decent handful of girth whenever Shiro has his hand or mouth wrapped around him, even if Shiro is bigger. It's best they started things off on this level this way, with Keith taking Shiro who has enough experience not to let himself be accidentally hurt. But, yes, anyway: Keith's cock.
He's going to fuck me, Shiro thinks, a soft moan ghosting over Keith's temple as he does what he's told and follows orders, relaxing his body to let Keith in. I need him so badly, I want this. Want him. ]
Have you ... Am I your first for this? 'Cause you're kinda mine now, too.
[ The worst clone joke ever, Shiro -- you're lucky Keith loves you so much. He rolls his eyes, swatting at his boob as he slowly draws out his finger then pushes in again, unable to keep a similar flush from rising on his cheeks. Shiro's the worst, really; how is it that the man is so gifted at being so cute and dorky and gorgeous all at once?
Shiro promises himself to him, reactive and eager, and Keith can't help but be caught on the way Shiro's eyes glaze over -- oh, what he wouldn't give to see into his thoughts, to know what he wants. He's slowly fingerfucking him now, careful not to hurt Shiro; his pleasure is on the backburner temporarily, Keith's desire to please overriding just about everything else.
He's going to fuck Shiro, and he's going to give him a good, thorough one that'll ruin his boyfriend for everyone else that come after. It's a lofty goal, considering he's never had sex with anyone before, but he damn well is going to try.
Also, because Keith never makes things easy: ]
Shiro, who did you think I've do -- something like this with?
[ As if his nipples weren't hard enough without the swatting! He whines, laughter peeling through as he works his hips in tandem with the digits driving him open, a little breathier while his body adjusts, softening around their shallow thrusts. His grip fists in Keith's hair when fingertips brush over a sweet spot rarely given attention and Shiro arches immediately, sitting down hard on Keith's hand with a high-pitched whimper. Sweat shines down his arms and chest, flushed pink under white hairs; strawberry and cream, Keith's dessert. ]
I, ah! I ... don't know, [ he presses forward, hips squashing Keith to the couch, ] some Blade or ... or somebody else, when you left? Anyone would want you.
[ Oh, he likes that. Keith catches on quickly, entirely attuned to his boyfriend's pleasure, and he does it again. And again, stroking up just where it made him arch. But he's nudging against him, too, because baby, don't crush his fingers. He's tentatively pushing a second one in, testing the give and boundaries to see if Shiro's okay with it.
Happy with his weight, coming to nuzzle against his pecs and admire the shine of sweat on that gorgeous, muscular body, Keith smiles. Oh, it really is his favorite dessert. ]
No, there wasn't. I was too busy thinking about you.
[ Now's as good a time as any to admit it, right. ] You were the only one I wanted. 'sides, there wasn't -- any time... to think about doing it with other people.
[ An unavoidable tangent comes with the discovery of Shiro's prostate under Keith's curious touch, trying to sit up a little on his quaking thighs to let Keith play with his ass, loosening up that tight hole. Shiro fights for coherency, pawing his way down Keith's chest to knead at his pecs, giving Shiro something else to focus on besides tossing his head whenever a bolt of pleasure rushes up his spine. ]
Gonna make it worth the wait, I promise. [ He sucks in a shaky breath. ] Three, give me more. I'm okay.
[ Ah, he really does love when he makes Shiro crazy, when his thighs tremble just like this and Keith is hooked on that entrancing sight. He's groaning softly when Shiro paws him in turn, and he nudges at him further. ]
You already make it all worth the wait. [ He tells him, soft and teasing. ] C'mon, get on your back. I wanna do you that way.
[ The last thing he wants to do is get off those fingers but he obeys with a bitten lip, tipping backwards until his elbows hit the couch's many blanketed surface and Shiro lies there with his legs spread, cock leaking on his belly where it stands stiff and leans a little to the left, heavy enough now that every bob of gravity makes his lashes flutter. He's so hard and, god, he has to knead his balls which feel full to bursting, so ready to come and spill their load for Keith. He can't feel self-conscious anymore, not when he's so worked up and desperate to have Keith inside, and he tries to show that by reaching for him with his good hand as large prosthetic fingers cup his sac and the middle rubs at his puffy, stretched rim, the thickest like three of Keith's fingers combined. ]
O-Oh ...
[ He can just about slide in the tip, head rolling back in relief. A grey eye cracks open to wink at Keith, smug. ]
[ Keith's pursuing him this time, moving to settle between his thighs and spreading him out, happy to come up over him this time. He's so hard, so good, and Keith really, really likes how big and thick his cock is. It's almost intimidating, and he's just a little relieved that he's the one who gets to fuck Shiro right now, because he's pretty sure he'll end up hurting himself through his own inexperience if he tries to take that monster dick up his ass right now.
So he's moving to slap his prosthetic hand away with a grunt, even if he's enjoying how Shiro's happy to please himself, and gods but he loves watching him get himself off, look at that. ]
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He's definitely very much awake, and he's gently grasping Shiro's hand now, drawing it away so that he can slip his lover's dick from his thighs, shuffling so he can turn around on the couch and face him, eager to steal more kisses from that full, lovely mouth. ]
Love it when you sound like that.
[ He tells him raggedly, when he lines both their dicks together and he's starting to rub them both warmly. ]
Better? You'd better hurry, because I'm gonna come soon.
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Not before I get to taste you, baby.
[ He drags off Keith's tangled sweatpants with him as he slides down his body, mouthing his way along pecs and abs until his stubbled chin grazes a black happy-trail, hot breaths puffing their way to the base of Keith's erection. Shiro coaxes Keith's thighs up and over his shoulders, licking his shaft in a delicate line from base to sticky tip, grey eyes locked on the violet pair above. ]
This is all for me, huh? You sure?
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[ Keith purrs, preening at the praise and just how sweetly Shiro refers to him. He's keeping his thighs over his shoulders, more exposed than he's ever been, and that hot tongue on his dick threatens to undo everything, wrecking the barest tatters of his self-control.
Keith squirms, amazed, as always, by what a gift Shiro is, how they'd come this far when the love of his life would be between his thighs and his mouth on his cock. His eyes are dark, a hand coming to curl in the older man's hair as he cradles him, exposed and willing to give up everything for Shiro if only he asked. ]
Mmmnnngh. Puppy -- c'mon. You know it's all for you. I'd give you anything you want.
[ How can Keith be any other's, when Shiro has such a firm hold of his heart already? How can Keith even bear to look at anyone else? ]
Take it all. Shiro, I'm yours. All yours.
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You're perfect, don't worry.
[ Lips soft and wet from a pointed lick as he holds eye-contact, his lashes droop when he guides the crown of Keith's erection into the heat of his mouth, suckling at him like a lollipop with an abundance of spit shining on Shiro's chin before too long has passed. He's sloppy about it, giving Keith a memory to hold dear of being savoured; being looked at. ]
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[ Keith breathes, helplessly charmed by Shiro's generosity, feeling the incredible strength of him under his thighs. This is the man who practically carries the whole world on his shoulders, befitting of the captain of the Atlas, and look at him now, giving himself over to something this carnal, moving to please him, head between his thighs and Keith is lost, lost.
He writhes and throws his head back, unable to keep eye contact as bolts of pleasure threaten to render him incoherent. He's digging his fingers into the meat of Shiro's shoulders, arching upward to push more into his mouth, unable to help himself because oh, he'll never forget the sight of his cock inside Shiro's mouth, the way he looks at him. ]
Please --
[ Wrecked, cracked, he's new to this and Shiro's just about ruining him for anyone else. ]
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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. ]
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He's offering himself up without question, trusting Shiro without a work as he tugs him up now, wanting to kiss him, to taste himself on the older man's tongue. ]
Come up and kiss me. I want you.
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Don't you like my kisses when they're down here?
[ With a smooch! right under a navel, grey eyes sparkling as he glances up the length of Keith's naked body. ]
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[ Keith tells him breathlessly, laughing softly as he gently curls his fingers in his hair to coax him up again. Come on, come on, sweetheart. ]
But I wanna kiss you back.
[ As much as his body loves and adores Shiro, as much as he wants him, he shivers and tries again, whining softly. He wants him close, he wants to melt in his arms and hold him, he wants to kiss him so that it makes Shiro as crazy as he way he's making Keith right now. ]
Shiro...
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I love you.
[ Once through worshipping his lover, he lifts his head to steal the kind of kiss he knows Keith has been waiting for, licking heat and hunger into it from the beginning with a soft groan. ]
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This is always one of his favorite things, kissing Shiro, pouring everything he feels into the seal of their mouths. He's grasping Shiro's cock now, hand coming to curl around that nice, fat shaft and stroke. He's grinding his own into him, but his other hand is already straying to Shiro's ass, Keith giving it a meaningful knead, fingers teasing down to the crease. ]
I love you, too. Want you.
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A shudder runs through him from head to toe. ]
Baby, I want you too, [ he tries to slow the kisses so he can talk, hand working a hard shaft over in slick pulls to counterpoint Shiro's murmured pecks on Keith's swollen red lips, peering down under shuttered, dark lashes and pretending his voice isn't being dragged over rough gravel, ] are you ready for that?
[ It'll be Keith's first time going all the way too, won't it? Shiro can only suppose so. Hope so. ]
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He looks up at him now, reaching up to cup his face as he arches upward to kiss him again, rocking smoothly into his hand and sliding it along Shiro's dick. He's thinking about it now, admiring the flush of Shiro's cheeks and how much he wants it. Keith wants it, too; he wants it so badly his heart aches, and as much as he loves them doing this together, getting each other off, he knows that there's more for them to do.
They haven't gone all the way, not yet, and his fingers come to search out that tight little pucker of his hole, remembering when Shiro tongue-fucked him so wonderfully in the shower that his toes are curling just thinking about it now. He's kissing him back, a small smile tugging at his mouth. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I am. [ Although Shiro will have to guide him around the curves, so to speak. Then, just to tease him right back, using the words Shiro had used on him before: ] I bet you'd look great on my dick, Shiro.
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His eyes flash up with a smirk when he hears the sass, snorting. Disentangling them enough so he can sit up, he scoots forward on his knees to put them bent either side of Keith's chest, sitting back on the line of his erection so it nestles between his cheeks; all fun to tease Keith with a slow grind as Shiro's arm floats away to rattle around in one of the kitchen drawers, trying to remember where he put a tube of mostly-used lube. Their size difference isn't something he notices often but his thighs seem to seal Keith in between them and Shiro is conscious of just how big he is looming over Keith like that, hoping his weight isn't too much. His remaining hands guide's Keith's away from his cock to the meat of one of those scarred thighs to stop him jerking Shiro off too early, wanting to last. ]
You bet I will, [ he purrs, aiming to sound confident as he flexes down with a luxurious grind and a challenging glint in slate-dark eyes, ] I can't wait to feel you fill me up with your come, baby. Promise to give it all to me and no one else? Ever?
[ He likes to think he's playing Keith's game but maybe the game is playing Shiro, silly teases legitimately making his cock twitch with interest. ]
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He picks up the lube from Shiro's hand, popping the tube to smear some on his fingers to slick it up before offering it back to him. He enjoys their size difference, how they still fit together perfectly, like they were made for each other. When he asks, however, he's infinitely more fond when he responds. ]
You and no one else, I promise.
[ He murmurs, because this might be a game but Keith means every word of it, enjoying just how his own desire practically roars up in him. Shiro is dirty, so dirty, and Keith loves it. He wants to fill him up, practically come all over him and mark him as his own. ]
I wanna bury myself inside you, puppy. Wanna sink in you and make you cry out -- show me?
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Start with one, then add another when I'm not so tight. I'll tell you when I want a third.
[ This isn't teaching Keith how to concentrate in his lion or to focus on patience, it's a whole other mode of training and Shiro is thrilled to be the one who shows him. ]
Keith ... [ A surge of arousal runs down his broad torso, thick pecs tensing and abs growing taut and thighs clenching tight around Keith as Shiro's cock smears precome all over his boyfriend's belly. ] You can do this, I trust you.
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Tell me I'm the only one who gets to see you like this.
[ Because Shiro belongs to him, because Keith would do anything for this man -- he just doesn't want anyone to see him this way, naked and eager and so much like a mentor to him, still; although in markedly different ways. It's a heartwarming moment, learning under him, being taught how to please Shiro and figuring out what makes him shiver and moan. He's grinning smiling, leaning to kiss along his chest, biting softly at the patch of skin underneath his collarbones before he pushes one finger in.
He loves being bracketed like this, the way Shiro's cock twitches against his belly, pre-come pearling at the tip. The heat of him is startling, new, and he simply goes slow, gently urging him to relax so that he can press in deeper, down to the second knuckle. ]
Like this...? Relax for me. It's just me, and I wanna make you feel good.
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You're the only one. It's only you, Keith.
[ The drag of teeth across his collarbone has him arching forward, spine curved as he raises his ass for Keith's intrepid fingers to plunder. So far he's fine, this is no harder than fingering himself in the shower, but he's hardly had the time to attempt anything larger and Keith is ...
He's got a nice cock, Shiro heatedly thinks, dozy with lust. Keith's got nothing to be ashamed of, long and nicely shaped with a decent handful of girth whenever Shiro has his hand or mouth wrapped around him, even if Shiro is bigger. It's best they started things off on this level this way, with Keith taking Shiro who has enough experience not to let himself be accidentally hurt. But, yes, anyway: Keith's cock.
He's going to fuck me, Shiro thinks, a soft moan ghosting over Keith's temple as he does what he's told and follows orders, relaxing his body to let Keith in. I need him so badly, I want this. Want him. ]
Have you ... Am I your first for this? 'Cause you're kinda mine now, too.
[ Hah. Clone jokes. ]
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Shiro promises himself to him, reactive and eager, and Keith can't help but be caught on the way Shiro's eyes glaze over -- oh, what he wouldn't give to see into his thoughts, to know what he wants. He's slowly fingerfucking him now, careful not to hurt Shiro; his pleasure is on the backburner temporarily, Keith's desire to please overriding just about everything else.
He's going to fuck Shiro, and he's going to give him a good, thorough one that'll ruin his boyfriend for everyone else that come after. It's a lofty goal, considering he's never had sex with anyone before, but he damn well is going to try.
Also, because Keith never makes things easy: ]
Shiro, who did you think I've do -- something like this with?
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I, ah! I ... don't know, [ he presses forward, hips squashing Keith to the couch, ] some Blade or ... or somebody else, when you left? Anyone would want you.
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Happy with his weight, coming to nuzzle against his pecs and admire the shine of sweat on that gorgeous, muscular body, Keith smiles. Oh, it really is his favorite dessert. ]
No, there wasn't. I was too busy thinking about you.
[ Now's as good a time as any to admit it, right. ] You were the only one I wanted. 'sides, there wasn't -- any time... to think about doing it with other people.
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[ An unavoidable tangent comes with the discovery of Shiro's prostate under Keith's curious touch, trying to sit up a little on his quaking thighs to let Keith play with his ass, loosening up that tight hole. Shiro fights for coherency, pawing his way down Keith's chest to knead at his pecs, giving Shiro something else to focus on besides tossing his head whenever a bolt of pleasure rushes up his spine. ]
Gonna make it worth the wait, I promise. [ He sucks in a shaky breath. ] Three, give me more. I'm okay.
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You already make it all worth the wait. [ He tells him, soft and teasing. ] C'mon, get on your back. I wanna do you that way.
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[ The last thing he wants to do is get off those fingers but he obeys with a bitten lip, tipping backwards until his elbows hit the couch's many blanketed surface and Shiro lies there with his legs spread, cock leaking on his belly where it stands stiff and leans a little to the left, heavy enough now that every bob of gravity makes his lashes flutter. He's so hard and, god, he has to knead his balls which feel full to bursting, so ready to come and spill their load for Keith. He can't feel self-conscious anymore, not when he's so worked up and desperate to have Keith inside, and he tries to show that by reaching for him with his good hand as large prosthetic fingers cup his sac and the middle rubs at his puffy, stretched rim, the thickest like three of Keith's fingers combined. ]
O-Oh ...
[ He can just about slide in the tip, head rolling back in relief. A grey eye cracks open to wink at Keith, smug. ]
Too slow. Guess I'll have to do it myself.
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[ Keith's pursuing him this time, moving to settle between his thighs and spreading him out, happy to come up over him this time. He's so hard, so good, and Keith really, really likes how big and thick his cock is. It's almost intimidating, and he's just a little relieved that he's the one who gets to fuck Shiro right now, because he's pretty sure he'll end up hurting himself through his own inexperience if he tries to take that monster dick up his ass right now.
So he's moving to slap his prosthetic hand away with a grunt, even if he's enjoying how Shiro's happy to please himself, and gods but he loves watching him get himself off, look at that. ]
No. Get your fingers off or I won't fuck you.
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