[ shiro has him by the hips suddenly, pulling him down for more, and keith forgets all about keeping himself quiet. the hand at his mouth goes instead to the headboard just to keep himself from toppling, and that means that there's nothing to muffle his next cry. his thighs shake with the effort it takes just to keep holding himself, fist clenched so tightly around shiro's hair that he must be pulling. but he can't focus on that, can't focus on anything but it's not the feeling of shiro licking up against him.
god, he can feel how wet he is, and the thought of the mess he must be making against shiro's skin fans the flames that much more. he likes it, likes the thought that shiro won't be able to stand next to anyone for weeks without them picking up the faint smell of keith on his skin. ]
Fuck, Shiro, it's so good, it feels so good, I -- [ he trails off with a noise that can only be described as a whimper as shiro's tongue hunts out a particularly sweet spot, biting down hard on his lower lip. ] God, I'm so -- Burning up, Shiro, want you so bad...
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god, he can feel how wet he is, and the thought of the mess he must be making against shiro's skin fans the flames that much more. he likes it, likes the thought that shiro won't be able to stand next to anyone for weeks without them picking up the faint smell of keith on his skin. ]
Fuck, Shiro, it's so good, it feels so good, I -- [ he trails off with a noise that can only be described as a whimper as shiro's tongue hunts out a particularly sweet spot, biting down hard on his lower lip. ] God, I'm so -- Burning up, Shiro, want you so bad...