[ That praise is palpable, something that Shiro feels over his skin this the brush of silk. It makes him want to preen, and it's that moment in which he learns how utterly, hopelessly gone he is. Because it's that moment, when everything in him says yes, that he realizes the rolling need of his rut hasn't identified Keith as a mate, but as his mate. Precious and unique, to be protected and lavished upon. He's never felt this before, possessive and possessing, and he moans with it. Slips a hand beneath Keith's back and down, and shivers when he realizes he can hold Keith's ass almost in one hand, and all the while he's purring, stroking his tongue over the firm press of Keith inside his mouth. ]
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Date: 2019-01-13 03:17 am (UTC)