[ 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. ]
[ Shiro's grin is forced in a pout as he peers up, chin sticking up as defiantly as he can while spread prone. His hands comes to rest above his head obediently but his eyes tell Keith he'll pay for that later. ]
We haven't even tested out if you can yet, babe.
[ If Keith keeps letting him talk, this is what he'll get!! ]
[ As much as he loves the show, and as much as he's thrilled by just how sassy and defiant Keith is, he can't help but a possessive, fierce streak of dominance as he comes up above him, hands coming to temporarily pin Shiro's hands above his head, more to show him just how he wants those there than to restrain him.
His hands smooth down those pecs now, Keith coming to kiss his mouth, slow and sensuous, before his fingers seek him out again, tucking three into his tight, wonderful little hole smoothly, burying them deep inside. ]
Don't make me draw it out even longer. [ He's fingerfucking him thoroughly, crooking his fingers inside him to seek out that sensitive bundle of nerves again. ]
[ Shiro simmers with want as Keith pours himself over him, kisses slow and luxurious so that he misses them when they're gone and only has a moment to do so before his knees are riding up and ah, ah, ah, Shiro's whimpers fill the room. He digs his heels into the blankets and rocks his hips up, finding an old forgotten rhythm that helps him bear down on them as they stretch him out. He knows this; his body remembers. It's with an increasing sense of urgency that he rides all three fingers and lets the burn be known via loud moans, clenching down on knuckles whenever they sink deep enough.
[ Keith's words are rough, because he's far from immune to how sexy Shiro is when he's spread out before him like a feast, begging to be fucked. He's fumbling for the lube to slick himself up as much as he can, too, because he's pretty sure Shiro's very ready, and he's desperate to give him what he wants.
He's also desperate to sink inside of him, to finally feel for himself what it's like to bury his dick deep inside the man he's loved all his life. He captures his mouth, feverish with desire, hissing softly against his mouth. ]
[ He kisses back breathlessly, cheeks reddening and arms lowering so he can run his hands up Keith's arms, tangle them over his shoulders. Teasing be damned, Shiro wants to be holding him when they do this.
He cups Keith's scarred cheek and smiles softly, still flush with arousal but fond too. Deeply so. ]
Do what you do best, sweetheart ...
[ He's right here, a leg sliding high over a hip to drag Keith closer and curl around him. ]
[ Keith's heart is so full he swears he will burst with it. Come find him again, Shiro invites, and Keith will never, never let him out of his sight. He makes a soft noise that's in between a groan and a sigh of pleasure, and he's grasping himself carefully, gently pushing his cock into him.
He's slow, very slow and careful; he might not be the behemoth that Shiro is, but he could still end up hurting Shiro if he's too careless. Besides, the hot, wonderful clutch of him makes Keith shiver with delight and wild anticipation, when he's pushing inside of him, inch by careful inch.
He's leaning into him, shivering with the effort of holding himself back, his scar more pronounced by the stress. ]
[ For all that Shiro is thoroughly enjoying himself he wraps up Keith in his arms and pets his hair, trying to soothe away the tension that comes with that first deliciously slow thrust. He has to squirm to make the angle better but then a breath is punched out of him and there's more room for Keith to move, Shiro can finally take the rest of him whenever Keith wants to keep going. Keith's so careful with him that it makes Shiro's heart twist up with fierce affection, his rapid heartbeat pounding around the cock buried in his ass. ]
I know, baby, I know ... You feel so good. So good, Keith.
[ It's been a long road but now they're here and nothing can stop this. Stop them. Shiro sets a soft smooch to the corner of Keith's open mouth, pretending he isn't falling apart from the overwhelmingly good feeling of getting fucked. ]
[ Keith can't deny it, he really does. He's out of his mind with pleasure and lust, and Shiro's so sweetly cruel when he wraps him in his arms and squirming to take him in. He's pushing further inside, advancing when his lover takes him inside, knowing that his Shiro can take it, giddy with the fact that he wants it.
Shiro is so, so very beautiful, and he's wrapping his free hand around Shiro's cock, his mouth coming to deepen the kiss greedily, eager to consume, to pursue, to have all of Shiro for himself. This is both their first times together, their bodies twining as he smiles against his lips. ]
Tighten up for me. Just a little.
[ He wants to be teased, of course -- he wants to know that Shiro can play with him, that he isn't hurt. ]
[ Already overwhelmed by the sensations rushing back to the forefront of his memory and the contrary newness of it all in an untested body, Shiro's laugh is a wheezy gasp as Keith makes demands. He tugs on his boyfriend's hair as a penalty before unwinding his legs from Keith to dig his heels in the blankets. Tighter? Oh, Shiro can do that.
With a hitched whine as his body clenches down on that hard shaft, he rolls his hips and uses his heels as a brace, actively fucking himself over Keith's cock with the benefit of thick thighs, powerful legs letting Shiro take control no matter his position. He smirks up through a hazy delirium, incredibly pleased with himself in the moments when he isn't preoccupied with offering himself up or the burn of the stretch. ]
[ Shiro is absolutely precious, strong and sleek and every inch the fighter, and the way Shiro controls the pace and brackets him sends Keith's pulse skyrocketing. His man very clearly knows what he wants, and Keith's leaning down to simply fuck him harder, pounding into him in longer, faster strokes to find out just what it is that'll make Shiro melt.
His fingers come to seek his out, threading through his and bringing it to his lips for breathless kisses. He's courting him, loving him despite the rough, thorough fucking, the heavy slap of his balls against that tight, firm ass. ]
Love you -- [ He rasps, other hand gripping his hip to urge him to stop; he wants to be the one controlling it, here. ] -- settle down.
[ Keith is treated to the unique sensation of what it feels like to have Shiro laughing as they make love, the tension around that driving cock flexing as Shiro arches against the couch to find the best position, one leg curling back around Keith's hip. Shiro's grin is wide and he laughs as he holds on around a neck, raking back Keith's hair so he can see his face. ]
You told me to t-tighten up. Bossy!
[ His fingers under Keith's sweet lips squeeze the hand in his own, making an effort (in between gasping weakly as he gets deliciously fucked to distraction) to do the same, kissing his knuckles. ]
[ Shiro is such a dork, and Keith loves him for it -- he loves him even more when he hears the brightness of that laughter, light and full of life, and he can't help but smile goofily, momentarily forgetting what he's doing just to see the smile on Shiro's face.
His lover is absolutely resplendent with humor, warm and kind and horny, and he's grinding up in him, jerking his hips a little to tease him just for that, leaning down to kiss him as he chuckles with him in turn, whatever nerves he has dissipating in that blessed, sacred moment. ]
You dork. [ He says fondly, breathlessly, pulling their hands away so that Keith can kiss his mouth fully. ] Now you're stuck with me.
[ It's increasingly difficult to keep one thought on their conversation when his eyes are rolling up under fluttering lashes and Shiro is shuddering with each thrust, a quaking responsive mess for Keith to use and ever so happy about it. His voice comes out thin, distracted to a fault as his head tips back. ]
Seems so ...
[ The noise Shiro makes can only be described as a horny moan, hips working to match Keith's rhythm as Shiro can only hang onto a handful of dark hair and ride it out. His cock dribbles precome all over his belly, messy and slick, proof that he's holding off coming as best he can while Keith fucks him better than he can ever remember taking it in any life.
(Maybe the sex with Adam wasn't that good after all.) ]
[ As it turns out, Shiro really, really likes getting fucked, and Keith finds that he really likes doing the fucking, especially if it means that he can get Shiro to make those delightful little horny moans. He's never actually heard it before, which is what makes Keith go harder, longer, giving him a good and thorough fucking with every grunt of his hips.
Balls pressing up against his ass as he bottoms out, he reaches for Shiro's cock to fist around it, eager to give him something to fuck into, the way he's going now. Ah, shit, his Shiro looks absolutely wrecked. ]
[ 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.
[ Through Shiro, Keith is discovering something new, something wonderful, and he sure as hell isn't going to stop now that he's discovered just how delightful it is. Shiro is overwhelming in his affection, and he's breathless with wonder as he practically sprawls over him. This is all so new and overwhelming, and Keith, for a moment, feels like he's out of his depth -- but Shiro, sweet Shiro, places his hand on his torso and he snaps back right to him, eyes dark and unfocused with roiling pleasure. ]
Oh --
[ Did he do something wrong? Keith is worried for a moment, distracted by just how pure and debauched Shiro looks -- but his older lover isn't frowning, no, he looks absolutely giddy with pleasure, which goes a long way to putting Keith at ease. He relaxes, reaching up with his free hand to curl in Shiro's hair and cradling him close as he deftly maneuvers so that Shiro's the one sitting on him now, careful to make sure that he doesn't slip out of him. ]
[ 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. ]
This is the look of a man in awe, the look of a man who is head over heels in love with the man whose ass he's currently reaming with all the thirst of a man lost in the desert. His hands come to rest on his hips now, before one slides up his chest to give a soft pec a squeeze. He's struck by just how stunning Shiro is, how sexy when he smirks and his lips press against his scar, now burning.
Oh, hell. He's so gone, and he's so dead, and Shiro's going to kill him with sex and he'll die like this. He's gasping, gripping him tightly as he marshals enough presence of him to reach down to grasp his length, palming his monster dick and stroking him in turn with those thrusts.
Holy shit, but Shiro's bouncing on him -- his greek god of a boyfriend is fucking himself on his dick and Keith's close, he's so close he forces himself not to come too quickly, even though he's surging up into that tight ass, balls heavy -- he wants to come. He wants to come inside him and paint his inner walls white with his come. ]
I -- Shiro, what the fuck -- I'm gonna -- you're gonna --
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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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We haven't even tested out if you can yet, babe.
[ If Keith keeps letting him talk, this is what he'll get!! ]
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His hands smooth down those pecs now, Keith coming to kiss his mouth, slow and sensuous, before his fingers seek him out again, tucking three into his tight, wonderful little hole smoothly, burying them deep inside. ]
Don't make me draw it out even longer. [ He's fingerfucking him thoroughly, crooking his fingers inside him to seek out that sensitive bundle of nerves again. ]
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He's in heaven, this is it. He made it. ]
Keith, oh Keith ...
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[ Keith's words are rough, because he's far from immune to how sexy Shiro is when he's spread out before him like a feast, begging to be fucked. He's fumbling for the lube to slick himself up as much as he can, too, because he's pretty sure Shiro's very ready, and he's desperate to give him what he wants.
He's also desperate to sink inside of him, to finally feel for himself what it's like to bury his dick deep inside the man he's loved all his life. He captures his mouth, feverish with desire, hissing softly against his mouth. ]
Wanna be inside you --
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He cups Keith's scarred cheek and smiles softly, still flush with arousal but fond too. Deeply so. ]
Do what you do best, sweetheart ...
[ He's right here, a leg sliding high over a hip to drag Keith closer and curl around him. ]
Come find me again.
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He's slow, very slow and careful; he might not be the behemoth that Shiro is, but he could still end up hurting Shiro if he's too careless. Besides, the hot, wonderful clutch of him makes Keith shiver with delight and wild anticipation, when he's pushing inside of him, inch by careful inch.
He's leaning into him, shivering with the effort of holding himself back, his scar more pronounced by the stress. ]
Nnngh... I'll always...
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I know, baby, I know ... You feel so good. So good, Keith.
[ It's been a long road but now they're here and nothing can stop this. Stop them. Shiro sets a soft smooch to the corner of Keith's open mouth, pretending he isn't falling apart from the overwhelmingly good feeling of getting fucked. ]
That's it, you're almost ...
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[ Keith can't deny it, he really does. He's out of his mind with pleasure and lust, and Shiro's so sweetly cruel when he wraps him in his arms and squirming to take him in. He's pushing further inside, advancing when his lover takes him inside, knowing that his Shiro can take it, giddy with the fact that he wants it.
Shiro is so, so very beautiful, and he's wrapping his free hand around Shiro's cock, his mouth coming to deepen the kiss greedily, eager to consume, to pursue, to have all of Shiro for himself. This is both their first times together, their bodies twining as he smiles against his lips. ]
Tighten up for me. Just a little.
[ He wants to be teased, of course -- he wants to know that Shiro can play with him, that he isn't hurt. ]
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With a hitched whine as his body clenches down on that hard shaft, he rolls his hips and uses his heels as a brace, actively fucking himself over Keith's cock with the benefit of thick thighs, powerful legs letting Shiro take control no matter his position. He smirks up through a hazy delirium, incredibly pleased with himself in the moments when he isn't preoccupied with offering himself up or the burn of the stretch. ]
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His fingers come to seek his out, threading through his and bringing it to his lips for breathless kisses. He's courting him, loving him despite the rough, thorough fucking, the heavy slap of his balls against that tight, firm ass. ]
Love you -- [ He rasps, other hand gripping his hip to urge him to stop; he wants to be the one controlling it, here. ] -- settle down.
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You told me to t-tighten up. Bossy!
[ His fingers under Keith's sweet lips squeeze the hand in his own, making an effort (in between gasping weakly as he gets deliciously fucked to distraction) to do the same, kissing his knuckles. ]
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His lover is absolutely resplendent with humor, warm and kind and horny, and he's grinding up in him, jerking his hips a little to tease him just for that, leaning down to kiss him as he chuckles with him in turn, whatever nerves he has dissipating in that blessed, sacred moment. ]
You dork. [ He says fondly, breathlessly, pulling their hands away so that Keith can kiss his mouth fully. ] Now you're stuck with me.
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Seems so ...
[ The noise Shiro makes can only be described as a horny moan, hips working to match Keith's rhythm as Shiro can only hang onto a handful of dark hair and ride it out. His cock dribbles precome all over his belly, messy and slick, proof that he's holding off coming as best he can while Keith fucks him better than he can ever remember taking it in any life.
(Maybe the sex with Adam wasn't that good after all.) ]
Keith, oh god ...
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Balls pressing up against his ass as he bottoms out, he reaches for Shiro's cock to fist around it, eager to give him something to fuck into, the way he's going now. Ah, shit, his Shiro looks absolutely wrecked. ]
Mmm -- what do you need, puppy? Tell me.
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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.
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Oh --
[ Did he do something wrong? Keith is worried for a moment, distracted by just how pure and debauched Shiro looks -- but his older lover isn't frowning, no, he looks absolutely giddy with pleasure, which goes a long way to putting Keith at ease. He relaxes, reaching up with his free hand to curl in Shiro's hair and cradling him close as he deftly maneuvers so that Shiro's the one sitting on him now, careful to make sure that he doesn't slip out of him. ]
But you haven't come yet --
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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?
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This is the look of a man in awe, the look of a man who is head over heels in love with the man whose ass he's currently reaming with all the thirst of a man lost in the desert. His hands come to rest on his hips now, before one slides up his chest to give a soft pec a squeeze. He's struck by just how stunning Shiro is, how sexy when he smirks and his lips press against his scar, now burning.
Oh, hell. He's so gone, and he's so dead, and Shiro's going to kill him with sex and he'll die like this. He's gasping, gripping him tightly as he marshals enough presence of him to reach down to grasp his length, palming his monster dick and stroking him in turn with those thrusts.
Holy shit, but Shiro's bouncing on him -- his greek god of a boyfriend is fucking himself on his dick and Keith's close, he's so close he forces himself not to come too quickly, even though he's surging up into that tight ass, balls heavy
-- he wants to come. He wants to come inside him and paint his inner walls white with his come. ]
I -- Shiro, what the fuck -- I'm gonna -- you're gonna --
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