[ it only takes keith a second or two to catch onto what shiro is prompting him to do, and the thought that shiro wants him to pull sends another wave of desire pulsing through him. and the next time shiro curls his tongue inwards and makes keith's nerve endings spark with another burst of pleasure, he gives into the urge to curl his fingers in the strands of shiro's hair and tug.
-- but it's still not enough.
shiro's mouth on him is great, but there's still a bone-deep want that pulses at keith's core. he wants more, wants shiro inside him, filling him, making them as close as two people can ever really be. and now that keith is allowed to want it, to ask for it, he's almost desperately greedy for it -- it's a need that sits at the pit of his belly like an ache, something unfulfilled and needy. ]
Shiro -- [ urgent, rocking his hips down against the tongue in him with a little whine. ] I want -- It's not --
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-- but it's still not enough.
shiro's mouth on him is great, but there's still a bone-deep want that pulses at keith's core. he wants more, wants shiro inside him, filling him, making them as close as two people can ever really be. and now that keith is allowed to want it, to ask for it, he's almost desperately greedy for it -- it's a need that sits at the pit of his belly like an ache, something unfulfilled and needy. ]
Shiro -- [ urgent, rocking his hips down against the tongue in him with a little whine. ] I want -- It's not --