[ Keith clenches around Shiro's fingers and Shiro moans with it, heat spiking and pulsing through him. He grinds against Keith's hip, messy now with the slick of precome over his cock, gently twists his wrist and scissors his fingers again. Slower than what he was doing before, slower than when Keith warned him off, but he can't quite bring himself to stop. ]

Can I? I want to watch you. I want to see you come and know it's because of me. You're so good, Keith, I want to see you come undone.