[ he gasps as shiro touches him like that, his cock twitching between his legs as the sensation thrills down his spine. he's sensitive there in a way he's never explored before; it's less immediately satisfying than touching his dick, but it's... good. a feeling that spreads all the way through him instead of being focused on one central point, one that heats his blood and makes him squirm restlessly against shiro.
and when shiro asks him if he's sore, keith is fully prepared to lie. ... but he knows that part of intimacy is trust, and the idea of lying to shiro about anything -- even a minor ache -- sits wrong in his chest. so: ] ... a little.
But you promised you'd fuck me until I was purring. [ and he rolls his hips back insistently, trying to turn his head enough to catch shiro's mouth in a kiss. ] You promised.
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and when shiro asks him if he's sore, keith is fully prepared to lie. ... but he knows that part of intimacy is trust, and the idea of lying to shiro about anything -- even a minor ache -- sits wrong in his chest. so: ] ... a little.
But you promised you'd fuck me until I was purring. [ and he rolls his hips back insistently, trying to turn his head enough to catch shiro's mouth in a kiss. ] You promised.