[ There's something in Shiro that sings with it when Keith tumbles over that cliff edge of climax with him. He clutches Keith close against his body as he rocks through the ebb of it, his purr rumbling forth and his tongue smoothing over the mark of his bite. ]
Perfect. [ His voice is soft, reverent even as the sound of purring garbles it, and he nuzzles in close against Keith's skin. ] You're perfect, Keith, so good for me.
[ Coming back to himself is a slow process - something that's going to take a fair while longer, he suspects, but he's winding down enough to want to see Keith's face. So he shifts, a wide and wonderstruck smile on his face as he turns his eyes to Keith's - and there it is. Yellow eyes, his pupils like narrow dashes, and Shiro's blow round and entranced in response. ]
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Perfect. [ His voice is soft, reverent even as the sound of purring garbles it, and he nuzzles in close against Keith's skin. ] You're perfect, Keith, so good for me.
[ Coming back to himself is a slow process - something that's going to take a fair while longer, he suspects, but he's winding down enough to want to see Keith's face. So he shifts, a wide and wonderstruck smile on his face as he turns his eyes to Keith's - and there it is. Yellow eyes, his pupils like narrow dashes, and Shiro's blow round and entranced in response. ]
Well, would you look at that. There it is.