[ 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 --
[ 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. ]
[ His Shiro is ridiculously sexy when he's putting everything into pleasing the both of them -- but what pushes him over the edge is the way he clamps down tightly around him when he orgasms, when thick ropes of jizz splatter over both their bodies, and Keith is gone, gone, and with a low, guttural almost-snarl he practically springs up against him, the flicker of yellow in his eyes as he pins Shiro back down on the couch and pulls out before thrusting hard twice, three times.
He's lost any semblance of self-control when it comes to him, given over to the wash of instinct and ecstasy, taking full advantage of his wonderfully tight ass as he slams into him ruthlessly.
Seven, eight. Ten.
He comes with a loud cry he can't help, feral with passion and boundless love as he stills over Shiro now, emptying his balls into his tight, tight ass with every pump. ]
[ 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. ]
[ The high washes over him, Keith unable to resist but be swept up in the overwhelming way it pretty much wipes out every single coherent thought, every shred of awareness. He's filling him up with pulse after pulse of hot, sticky come, and when he's finally wrung out, he slumps exhaustedly against the soft pillows of his pecs, face buried between them. ]
Mmmmpph.
[ He registers Shiro trying to keep him there, the weight of his legs, and he's wrapping his arms around him in turn, silently indicating that he's not going anywhere, and even though his cock is softening inside his lover, he's not pulling out anytime soon. ]
Mm.
[ He squirms, before it comes back to him -- he was rough, ferocious, and Shiro's body -- his body was new to that. He stirs, looking up at him under a worried frown. ]
[ It's got to be a full minute before either of them can dredge up the energy (or coherency) to talk, Shiro sounding raggedly wrecked but extremely happy about it. Cloud Nine may be his current address. His left hand brushes in the dip of Keith's back while the other, not weighted down by weak muscles, combs through a snarl of dark hair, over and over. ]
No, I'm okay ... Better than, sweetheart.
[ He pairs a sigh with a smile, boneless and just a shade too hot and sticky but loving it. ]
Are you okay? You, uh ... Feels like you came a lot.
[ Keith agrees, a little dazed as he practically slumps on him, wide-eyed and in awe of whatever the hell just happened. He's coming down from that high, nuzzling into Shiro's warm touch. He's sprawled, tracing little circles over his chest as he struggles to get himself back together.
It's hard, Shiro. He went all beast and he's still not sure what to think about that. ]
It does? [ Should he apologise? Is that wrong? Because it felt really good for him. ] Is that bad?
[ Shiro's tired laugh flutters through Keith's hair. He wraps him up in a loose cuddle, lips smooching their way across a hairline. ]
No, honey, it's not bad. You were amazing.
[ He's practically glued Shiro to the couch blankets ... good job they have more to swap out. Shiro's mind wanders, light and fluffy, buoyed up by the afterglow running through his exhausted limbs. ]
[ Because Keith is unused to Shiro's sweetly lavish praise, and he's expecting some sort of a gentle joke because Shiro's frankly extremely desirable and he's had boyfriends, and he's pretty sure he, they, whoever were pretty good too.
Keith doesn't mind, much -- the most important thing is that Shiro belongs to him, now. He's looking up at him drowsily, kissing his chin as his hand slides down to ease those sticky abs, smearing more of his jizz all around. Ugh, they're going to need to shower soon. ]
[ Shiro shoots him a reassuring smile that crinkles his eyes, warm grey like the ashes of a hearth after a fire. He swallows at the sight of Keith playing in his come, biting back a laugh; and Keith thinks Shiro is the dirty kinky one.
But, to stay on the topic, he kneads at Keith's shoulders and brackets him between his legs as they drop down either side, their bodies still joined albeit not for much longer. ]
You turned a little galra for a minute there, yellow eyes are a good look for you.
[ In any body, and Keith smiles, cat-like and pleased as he leans up to capture his mouth with his again, dirty and kinky and happy to settle in with him. Feeling him knead at his shoulders, he allows himself to be eased onto his side -- he doesn't care, as long as he's nestled against Shiro.
He can feel himself soften inside of him, and he hums thoughtfully; he knows he can get that way sometimes, especially when emotions run high, but what concerns him is what Shiro had told Keith before, about Sendak, and he's not sure how to broach the subject gracefully. ]
[ Snuggled on their sides, Shiro uses his normal hand to brush Keith's hair back from his face all the better to see him. He kisses him chastely, a counterpoint to their rampant sexcapades from before, and he eyes him curiously over the short distance before he gets an inkling of what it is Keith means; where he's coming from.
Shiro really is the luckiest man in the galaxy. ]
I love you, Keith. Even if you turned into a furry purple bat, I'd still want us to be together. It's all you.
He's shaking his head, huffing softly as he sidles up to him, kissing him chastely right back. ]
Talk to me again if I become a giant furry purple bat. [ Won't that be something? He's giving his pecs a fond pat before he gently eases out of him, lurching upwards with effort. ]
Now c'mon. We gotta get clean, and you're changing the sheets.
[ The strangled protests dies in his throat as he sighs, sitting up with a wince. He tries to ignore the sting as he stands, all too aware of come trailing down his inner thighs (as well as splashed all over his middle, dripping down his abs, wow) but even Shiro is just a man. He reaches out to steady himself on Keith's shoulder, embarrassed but not enough to fail making this a notable lesson as he steadies his voice. ]
I think I'll have to beg out on my turn this time.
[ Keith, ever alert to Shiro's discomfort, stills immediately, concerned as he aborts the instinct to move towards the bathroom. He's gently nudging him back to sit, now, dread curling in the pit of his stomach as he attends to him. ]
Keith, this is normal. I'm okay. [ He squeezes that shoulder he's still using for support, his metal hand seeking out Keith's fingers to give a squeeze so he focuses. ] When two men go at it like that, whoever's on the receiving end just needs some time to recover. Things get ... sore. You'll see what I mean when you take your turn, if you still want to.
[ He's grateful he gets to teach Keith about these details, the idea of him getting only half the package when it comes to sleeping with someone else is an uncomfortable thought. Keith learns by doing, that's why Shiro is patient and not irritated; guidance and experience is key to their relationship in more ways than just knowing where to shove a dick. ]
What I'd like to do is clean myself up and then sit down for a while. I'll go on the laptop, that won't involve much moving around for a few hours.
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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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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. ]
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He's lost any semblance of self-control when it comes to him, given over to the wash of instinct and ecstasy, taking full advantage of his wonderfully tight ass as he slams into him ruthlessly.
Seven, eight. Ten.
He comes with a loud cry he can't help, feral with passion and boundless love as he stills over Shiro now, emptying his balls into his tight, tight ass with every pump. ]
Nnngh --
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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.
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Mmmmpph.
[ He registers Shiro trying to keep him there, the weight of his legs, and he's wrapping his arms around him in turn, silently indicating that he's not going anywhere, and even though his cock is softening inside his lover, he's not pulling out anytime soon. ]
Mm.
[ He squirms, before it comes back to him -- he was rough, ferocious, and Shiro's body -- his body was new to that. He stirs, looking up at him under a worried frown. ]
Did I hurt you?
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No, I'm okay ... Better than, sweetheart.
[ He pairs a sigh with a smile, boneless and just a shade too hot and sticky but loving it. ]
Are you okay? You, uh ... Feels like you came a lot.
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[ Keith agrees, a little dazed as he practically slumps on him, wide-eyed and in awe of whatever the hell just happened. He's coming down from that high, nuzzling into Shiro's warm touch. He's sprawled, tracing little circles over his chest as he struggles to get himself back together.
It's hard, Shiro. He went all beast and he's still not sure what to think about that. ]
It does? [ Should he apologise? Is that wrong? Because it felt really good for him. ] Is that bad?
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No, honey, it's not bad. You were amazing.
[ He's practically glued Shiro to the couch blankets ... good job they have more to swap out. Shiro's mind wanders, light and fluffy, buoyed up by the afterglow running through his exhausted limbs. ]
That was the best sex I've ever had.
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[ Because Keith is unused to Shiro's sweetly lavish praise, and he's expecting some sort of a gentle joke because Shiro's frankly extremely desirable and he's had boyfriends, and he's pretty sure he, they, whoever were pretty good too.
Keith doesn't mind, much -- the most important thing is that Shiro belongs to him, now. He's looking up at him drowsily, kissing his chin as his hand slides down to ease those sticky abs, smearing more of his jizz all around. Ugh, they're going to need to shower soon. ]
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[ Shiro shoots him a reassuring smile that crinkles his eyes, warm grey like the ashes of a hearth after a fire. He swallows at the sight of Keith playing in his come, biting back a laugh; and Keith thinks Shiro is the dirty kinky one.
But, to stay on the topic, he kneads at Keith's shoulders and brackets him between his legs as they drop down either side, their bodies still joined albeit not for much longer. ]
You turned a little galra for a minute there, yellow eyes are a good look for you.
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He can feel himself soften inside of him, and he hums thoughtfully; he knows he can get that way sometimes, especially when emotions run high, but what concerns him is what Shiro had told Keith before, about Sendak, and he's not sure how to broach the subject gracefully. ]
You're okay with that?
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Shiro really is the luckiest man in the galaxy. ]
I love you, Keith. Even if you turned into a furry purple bat, I'd still want us to be together. It's all you.
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He's shaking his head, huffing softly as he sidles up to him, kissing him chastely right back. ]
Talk to me again if I become a giant furry purple bat. [ Won't that be something? He's giving his pecs a fond pat before he gently eases out of him, lurching upwards with effort. ]
Now c'mon. We gotta get clean, and you're changing the sheets.
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[ The strangled protests dies in his throat as he sighs, sitting up with a wince. He tries to ignore the sting as he stands, all too aware of come trailing down his inner thighs (as well as splashed all over his middle, dripping down his abs, wow) but even Shiro is just a man. He reaches out to steady himself on Keith's shoulder, embarrassed but not enough to fail making this a notable lesson as he steadies his voice. ]
I think I'll have to beg out on my turn this time.
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Are you okay? Sit, I'll take care of this.
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[ He's grateful he gets to teach Keith about these details, the idea of him getting only half the package when it comes to sleeping with someone else is an uncomfortable thought. Keith learns by doing, that's why Shiro is patient and not irritated; guidance and experience is key to their relationship in more ways than just knowing where to shove a dick. ]
What I'd like to do is clean myself up and then sit down for a while. I'll go on the laptop, that won't involve much moving around for a few hours.
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