[That’s kind of cute. He’s thinking about it, not just blurting out an answer. Either that means Keith’s thought about it for a while, too many fantasies to choose from… or hasn’t thought about it like this and just got spotlighted. Whichever one, Shiro’s happy with the results, unable to stop a soft pulse that runs through his body.] Heh… That is my favorite position. [He sounds amused about it, but both touched and turned on. Keith deciding on that without any indication from Shiro just makes him feel even more closely bonded with the younger man. (Maybe later he’ll ask about Keith jerking off to him all these years…)
What this means going forward for them? It’s a thought he’s a little too heady to think about with any focus right now. As Keith handles his arousal with an eager hand and lips wander from his mouth to his jaw. Only when Keith’s kisses slip away does Shiro follow the younger man’s eyes and glance down between their bodies. Chests and stomachs toned but with difference sculptures and definitions, scars on their bodies indicating their experiences and battles in the past. And their cocks, brushing against each other with their own differences. He notices the colors, wonders as well if the purple hue of Keith’s tip isn’t due to his Galra blood. He’s, you know, seen a number of Galra dicks, so…
Shiro’s cheeks flush hot as Keith puts in the details, but his cock throbs hard in the younger man’s hand, eager for the action and enticed by his language.] I’m okay with that. More than… [They’re really doing this, aren’t they. He takes a breath, leans in to brush his lips against Keith’s in a gentle kiss, then ducks his hips enough to pull his thick mast out of his lover’s grip.
Retreating to the towel Keith spread out for him (them?) before, Shiro takes a glance towards the pool. They’ll definitely be using that later. Then turns to face Keith as he sinks down into a crouch. A hand catches behind him and he slides onto the towel, ass touching first, then slowly easing onto his back. Taking his time so Keith can enjoy the show of his naked body moving in obvious preparation for him. Shiro props his elbows against the towel-covered floor, sitting up enough that his powerful chest and stomach ripple taut from the curl.
Tenting his knees, feet flat on the floor, Shiro lifts his eyes to Keith, watching him watch him, then slowly spreads his legs, exposing his ass and perineum. His cock flops back against his Adonis belt, balls hanging between his open legs, scarred limbs framing his upper body. He doesn’t lift his legs yet, wanting to either let Keith do that or have him tell him to, but the pose is clearly offering himself to his younger lover.] Come here, Keith. I’m yours.
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Date: 2019-09-20 02:12 am (UTC)What this means going forward for them? It’s a thought he’s a little too heady to think about with any focus right now. As Keith handles his arousal with an eager hand and lips wander from his mouth to his jaw. Only when Keith’s kisses slip away does Shiro follow the younger man’s eyes and glance down between their bodies. Chests and stomachs toned but with difference sculptures and definitions, scars on their bodies indicating their experiences and battles in the past. And their cocks, brushing against each other with their own differences. He notices the colors, wonders as well if the purple hue of Keith’s tip isn’t due to his Galra blood. He’s, you know, seen a number of Galra dicks, so…
Shiro’s cheeks flush hot as Keith puts in the details, but his cock throbs hard in the younger man’s hand, eager for the action and enticed by his language.] I’m okay with that. More than… [They’re really doing this, aren’t they. He takes a breath, leans in to brush his lips against Keith’s in a gentle kiss, then ducks his hips enough to pull his thick mast out of his lover’s grip.
Retreating to the towel Keith spread out for him (them?) before, Shiro takes a glance towards the pool. They’ll definitely be using that later. Then turns to face Keith as he sinks down into a crouch. A hand catches behind him and he slides onto the towel, ass touching first, then slowly easing onto his back. Taking his time so Keith can enjoy the show of his naked body moving in obvious preparation for him. Shiro props his elbows against the towel-covered floor, sitting up enough that his powerful chest and stomach ripple taut from the curl.
Tenting his knees, feet flat on the floor, Shiro lifts his eyes to Keith, watching him watch him, then slowly spreads his legs, exposing his ass and perineum. His cock flops back against his Adonis belt, balls hanging between his open legs, scarred limbs framing his upper body. He doesn’t lift his legs yet, wanting to either let Keith do that or have him tell him to, but the pose is clearly offering himself to his younger lover.] Come here, Keith. I’m yours.