[ shiro stretches his fingers inside him again, and keith mewls in response, toes curling as everything in him buzzes with the way it feels to have shiro stretching him open. and he can feel shiro's cock pressing against him, big and hard and slick (and all because of keith), and it just dumps that much more fuel on the fire that's making it hard to think.
there's still a part of him that feels embarrassing to come before they've even gotten to what keith is pretty sure is supposed to be the point of all of this, but. how can it be a bad thing when shiro asks him for it like that? he'd do anything for shiro at the best of times, and no? it's impossible to say no to him, impossible not to give him anything that'll make him stop talking about keith like that.
so keith nods, a quick and embarrassed little thing against shiro's shoulder, and slowly uncurls his fingers from around his own dick. it's so easy to just let himself fall back into things -- he rocks his hips down again into the older man's fingers and moans another low noise, trying to coax shiro into more. ]
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there's still a part of him that feels embarrassing to come before they've even gotten to what keith is pretty sure is supposed to be the point of all of this, but. how can it be a bad thing when shiro asks him for it like that? he'd do anything for shiro at the best of times, and no? it's impossible to say no to him, impossible not to give him anything that'll make him stop talking about keith like that.
so keith nods, a quick and embarrassed little thing against shiro's shoulder, and slowly uncurls his fingers from around his own dick. it's so easy to just let himself fall back into things -- he rocks his hips down again into the older man's fingers and moans another low noise, trying to coax shiro into more. ]