[ It's low and breathless, because the way Keith squirms against him feels incredible. There really isn't a spare ounce of fat on Keith, his thighs are as toned and taut with lean muscle as the rest of him, but the skin there is soft and warm enough to feel hot. It's good in a way that's different to being inside Keith, something that's half promise and half tease, and the movement of Shiro's hips gets more steady until it's undeniably a slow thrust. ]
You feel so good, Keith. Even like this, you're so good.
[ And Shiro's keen to give as good as he's getting. He slips his thumb up over the head of Keith's dick on the next stroke, rubs at the slit there, and when his touch comes away messy and slick he uses it to make the next pass that much better, twisting his wrist slightly as he does. Keith is heavy in his hand, thick and needy, and it makes Shiro moan just to feel it.
He almost wishes he had more hands. One to work at Keith's other nipple, one to press thick fingers into his mouth and tell him to suck. That'd keep him occupied. As it is, Shiro just lets his lips brush against the shell of Keith's ear, presses a kiss to the delicate skin below it. ]
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Date: 2018-12-08 01:06 am (UTC)[ It's low and breathless, because the way Keith squirms against him feels incredible. There really isn't a spare ounce of fat on Keith, his thighs are as toned and taut with lean muscle as the rest of him, but the skin there is soft and warm enough to feel hot. It's good in a way that's different to being inside Keith, something that's half promise and half tease, and the movement of Shiro's hips gets more steady until it's undeniably a slow thrust. ]
You feel so good, Keith. Even like this, you're so good.
[ And Shiro's keen to give as good as he's getting. He slips his thumb up over the head of Keith's dick on the next stroke, rubs at the slit there, and when his touch comes away messy and slick he uses it to make the next pass that much better, twisting his wrist slightly as he does. Keith is heavy in his hand, thick and needy, and it makes Shiro moan just to feel it.
He almost wishes he had more hands. One to work at Keith's other nipple, one to press thick fingers into his mouth and tell him to suck. That'd keep him occupied. As it is, Shiro just lets his lips brush against the shell of Keith's ear, presses a kiss to the delicate skin below it. ]