[ it takes keith a few moments to put together properly what shiro is telling him, but then he slides a hand down his own stomach, and fuck. he presses down when shiro rocks into him, and it's enough to let him feel him there, and just the thought is enough to make his body spasm and sing with something that feels almost like an aftershock of his orgasm. ]
Fuck. [ it's about as coherent as he can manage to be when it feels like shiro might really run the risk of fucking his brains out. ] Fuck, you fill me up so good, Shiro. No one else, only you.
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Fuck. [ it's about as coherent as he can manage to be when it feels like shiro might really run the risk of fucking his brains out. ] Fuck, you fill me up so good, Shiro. No one else, only you.