[Shiro grits his teeth as Keith’s motions continue squeezing one wring of pleasure out of him after another. He doesn’t know how the younger man does it, but no matter how much Shiro preps him or how large he takes, Keith’s still tight enough to make him feel like he’s sliding up into a molten cock sleeve made just for him.
Don’t stop, Keith says. But Shiro’s struggling to keep his attentions on Keith’s other regions when all he wants is to wrap his arms around the younger man’s torso and haul him close as he rides him. But he manages. Twisting and pinching and rolling his nipples, occasionally staggering his motions because of those hands on his own chest.
He looks up at Keith’s face when he makes that lewd demand/plea and can’t stop a low groan from bleeding through his mouth.] I will. Until you can taste me in the back of your mouth.
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Don’t stop, Keith says. But Shiro’s struggling to keep his attentions on Keith’s other regions when all he wants is to wrap his arms around the younger man’s torso and haul him close as he rides him. But he manages. Twisting and pinching and rolling his nipples, occasionally staggering his motions because of those hands on his own chest.
He looks up at Keith’s face when he makes that lewd demand/plea and can’t stop a low groan from bleeding through his mouth.] I will. Until you can taste me in the back of your mouth.