[ keith isn't even sure he could say which is better -- the way shiro works his fingers against that spot inside him, or the mental image of shiro touching himself and thinking about keith. either way, it's almost more than he can take; his dick throbs between his legs, and that spot that shiro keeps stroking inside him just amplifies the feeling until it feels like it's going to drive keith crazy.
he wants to respond in some way that's even remotely coherent, but when he opens his mouth? all that comes out is another low sound of pleasure, breath hitching as the way he squirms makes shiro's fingers shift inside him. it's too much, too good, and every time his mind wraps back around the thought that it's shiro doing it to him, keith feels like he's going to lose it all over again. ]
I c-can't -- I -- [ and he reaches down to wrap his fingers around his dick, squeezing tight at the base to help stave off that built-up tension he can feel trying to climb towards something at the pit of his belly. he promised that he'd trust shiro to get him ready, and he doesn't want to make it seem like he's trying to go back on that now, but fuck. ] If you keep saying stuff like that --
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[ keith isn't even sure he could say which is better -- the way shiro works his fingers against that spot inside him, or the mental image of shiro touching himself and thinking about keith. either way, it's almost more than he can take; his dick throbs between his legs, and that spot that shiro keeps stroking inside him just amplifies the feeling until it feels like it's going to drive keith crazy.
he wants to respond in some way that's even remotely coherent, but when he opens his mouth? all that comes out is another low sound of pleasure, breath hitching as the way he squirms makes shiro's fingers shift inside him. it's too much, too good, and every time his mind wraps back around the thought that it's shiro doing it to him, keith feels like he's going to lose it all over again. ]
I c-can't -- I -- [ and he reaches down to wrap his fingers around his dick, squeezing tight at the base to help stave off that built-up tension he can feel trying to climb towards something at the pit of his belly. he promised that he'd trust shiro to get him ready, and he doesn't want to make it seem like he's trying to go back on that now, but fuck. ] If you keep saying stuff like that --