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[ shiro moans against him, and keith's voice breaks around another needy noise in response. just the thought that shiro might actually be into doing something like this for keith is such a turn-on that he can hardly process it; keith can't help but wonder if shiro has pictured doing this before, has touched himself to some mental recreation of what they're playing out right now. it makes his head spin, heat sizzling down his spine and making the heat at the pit of his belly tighten and coil. ]

Shiro -- [ reaching down to clutch at the back of the other man's head, fingers unable to find something to grip along the velvety buzz of his undercut. trying to pull shiro closer at the same time he rocks himself down, almost desperately greedy. ]