[ Like this, it's hard to remember that Keith told him so recently he'd never done this before. The way he looks, the sounds he's making, it's hard to imagine that it's not calculated - that it's just Keith, not some performance expertly cooked up to cater to all of Shiro's deepest fantasies. He scissors his fingers slowly, feeling him out and pressing his hips against the smooth line of Keith's body for just a little friction, trying to take the edge off. ]
Still okay?
[ He crooks his fingers carefully, stroking, trying to make it as good for Keith as he wants it to be. ]
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[ Like this, it's hard to remember that Keith told him so recently he'd never done this before. The way he looks, the sounds he's making, it's hard to imagine that it's not calculated - that it's just Keith, not some performance expertly cooked up to cater to all of Shiro's deepest fantasies. He scissors his fingers slowly, feeling him out and pressing his hips against the smooth line of Keith's body for just a little friction, trying to take the edge off. ]
Still okay?
[ He crooks his fingers carefully, stroking, trying to make it as good for Keith as he wants it to be. ]