[Shiro wanted to be able to look up and watch Keith work on him, wanted to see below and see just how excited his cock was… but that wasn’t happening. Not with his head dropped onto the ground and fireworks exploding behind his eyes. Shiro’s mouth dropped open, a litany of pants and soft-to-loud exclamations of Keith’s name and wordless pleasure spilling out as the other man plunged down between his muscles.
So much for the tentative licks he started with. Keith was attacking his ass! His thighs hardened under the other man’s hands, long lines of muscles rippling and flexing as each pass of that wet tongue went straight through him. Teeth clenched and he tried to hold his sounds back, but Keith slicked a line right from his cleft all the way up his perineum to his balls, eliciting a lewd cry from the older man. Dammit, he wasn’t sticking to just one way either. Shiro was only barely coming down from a languid lick when Keith firmed his tongue and shoved it right into the center of his hole. He gasped hard, chest swelling with his breath. Harder, threatening to penetrate him, and Shiro tossed his head to the side, toes curling and feet pointing so hard in the air he heard his ankles pop. Only to get dropped right back down as the drilling turned into that lazy lapping again
It all stopped suddenly and Shiro almost collapsed, lower legs bobbing midair since Keith was helping keep his thighs pushed back. Gulping for breath, he let his head hang to the side, cheek against the floor and bangs flopped on the towel. A hot red flush bloomed all over his face, already crawling down his neck and bleeding into his collar. He felt Keith’s eyes on him and managed to drag his own to the corners, searching for his lover among the pool-lit air.]
Keith… [His voice sounded longing, affected and needing, even a little bewildered that Keith was really here with him, doing this to him, loving him like this. It… it was indescribable. As Keith nuzzled at his leg, Shiro slowly ran his fingers through his brother’s hair. Friend. Partner. Lover. Of course they’re going to do this again. Hell, he only barely got started and Shiro wanted to keep going all night long. If they never make it back to their rooms, that was fine. Whatever positions Keith wanted to take him in, he’ll be glad—eager—to accommodate. Though he’ll probably take the reins a few times as well, particularly when he takes Keith for a ride. Bouncing up and down on his cock, muscles flexing and rippling as his own cock slaps against his abs and splayed thighs… They can work on favorites another time. Today, they’re probably just going to try as many as they can (with dogstyle definitely getting repeat performances).]
Whose… fault is that? [He managed to get a cheeky tone out despite his utterly-winded arousal. Shiro’s abs chiseled under his scarred flesh as Keith ran his index finger though his precum. The slick, syrupy fluid stuck to his digit and coated it as much as it smeared a glaze all over the Black Paladin’s stomach. No, he didn’t have lube in his pocket (didn’t expect to have sex tonight, obviously). But… he’d be lying if he said he didn’t prefer things completely natural. Shiro swallowed at the preparation, eyes staying on Keith’s face.] Two… if you want me tighter when you take me. Three if you don’t…
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So much for the tentative licks he started with. Keith was attacking his ass! His thighs hardened under the other man’s hands, long lines of muscles rippling and flexing as each pass of that wet tongue went straight through him. Teeth clenched and he tried to hold his sounds back, but Keith slicked a line right from his cleft all the way up his perineum to his balls, eliciting a lewd cry from the older man. Dammit, he wasn’t sticking to just one way either. Shiro was only barely coming down from a languid lick when Keith firmed his tongue and shoved it right into the center of his hole. He gasped hard, chest swelling with his breath. Harder, threatening to penetrate him, and Shiro tossed his head to the side, toes curling and feet pointing so hard in the air he heard his ankles pop. Only to get dropped right back down as the drilling turned into that lazy lapping again
It all stopped suddenly and Shiro almost collapsed, lower legs bobbing midair since Keith was helping keep his thighs pushed back. Gulping for breath, he let his head hang to the side, cheek against the floor and bangs flopped on the towel. A hot red flush bloomed all over his face, already crawling down his neck and bleeding into his collar. He felt Keith’s eyes on him and managed to drag his own to the corners, searching for his lover among the pool-lit air.]
Keith… [His voice sounded longing, affected and needing, even a little bewildered that Keith was really here with him, doing this to him, loving him like this. It… it was indescribable. As Keith nuzzled at his leg, Shiro slowly ran his fingers through his brother’s hair. Friend. Partner. Lover. Of course they’re going to do this again. Hell, he only barely got started and Shiro wanted to keep going all night long. If they never make it back to their rooms, that was fine. Whatever positions Keith wanted to take him in, he’ll be glad—eager—to accommodate. Though he’ll probably take the reins a few times as well, particularly when he takes Keith for a ride. Bouncing up and down on his cock, muscles flexing and rippling as his own cock slaps against his abs and splayed thighs… They can work on favorites another time. Today, they’re probably just going to try as many as they can (with dogstyle definitely getting repeat performances).]
Whose… fault is that? [He managed to get a cheeky tone out despite his utterly-winded arousal. Shiro’s abs chiseled under his scarred flesh as Keith ran his index finger though his precum. The slick, syrupy fluid stuck to his digit and coated it as much as it smeared a glaze all over the Black Paladin’s stomach. No, he didn’t have lube in his pocket (didn’t expect to have sex tonight, obviously). But… he’d be lying if he said he didn’t prefer things completely natural. Shiro swallowed at the preparation, eyes staying on Keith’s face.] Two… if you want me tighter when you take me. Three if you don’t…