[ Oho. The sound Keith makes when Shiro rubs at his nipple is intriguing, so of course Shiro does it again - traces his finger around the rise of it, and then gently rolling it between thumb and forefinger. He loves this, loves the way Keith reacts to him. It's clear in the way he rolls his his again, pressing the hot, hard length of his dick against the back of Keith's legs, shifts his hips until the press of it slips him between Keith's thighs and moans at the press of it. It's cruel, probably, given what Keith's just said. Even like this, he can feel how much Keith wants him, the slick of him already apparent. ]
Not sore or anything? I want you -
[ and he pauses here, licks a line up the bared stretch of Keith's neck ]
no subject
Not sore or anything? I want you -
[ and he pauses here, licks a line up the bared stretch of Keith's neck ]
- but I want you to feel good.