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[bitchilived]

[Keith comes to kiss him and Shiro lets him, wrapping his arm around Keith's shoulders to help keep himself stable. When he does pull away, Shiro lets go just to wipe what's left on his chin clean and smiles.]

You really wanna do that? IT's-- It takes some practice, but...

[If Keith really wants to, who is Shiro to say no? And god it almost hurts having held off even touching himself this whole time. HE's still wearing his pants for gods sake.]

[undeserted]

Hey, come on. I can do it.

[ Keith scowls-- as much as he can scowl at Shiro, anyway. It's more of a pout, honestly. But damn it, if he could fly a fighter pilot without ever so much as sitting in a cockpit before, he can do this. ]

Here. Sit on the edge. [ He offers to help Shiro, but as usual it's never in a way that implies he thinks Shiro's incapable of maneuvering himself. They're on the same wavelength, effortlessly, and he hopes that continues through what they're about to do.

Keith feels a quiet thrill that he isn't sure he can identify when he gets on his knees on the floor. He puts his hands on Shiro's thighs, gently rubbing up and down, looking up at him with nothing short of adoration in his eyes. ]

Can I see it?

[bitchilived]

[He's only got the one arm, so Shiro gladly accepts the help. Especially when he's this hot it feels like his skin is on fire everywhere Keith touches. Before Keith kneels down, Shiro gives him another quick kiss, then watches him sink down.

And... God. This is a view he's only thought about a couple of times but here it is laid out in front of him. Shiro gulps down a breath of air and nods, working on his zipper. He doesn't exactly flaunt how big he is but he can't help it.]

[undeserted]

[ Keith suddenly realizes he hadn't given himself adequate time to prepare for what he's about to see, so he can't school his expression by the time Shiro works his pants open and takes out his dick. So Keith's eyes get comically wide as they land on that-- beast in between Shiro's legs, startled and intimidated-- but not afraid. Never afraid.

Honestly, he's fascinated. He feels his mouth water a little as he leans a little closer, observing and studying in a way that's almost too clinical for the situation they're in. Boldly he reaches out to take Shiro's cock in hand, breath catching in his throat as he feels the girth of it in his fingers. ]

Shiro... [ He strokes gently, slowly, reverently. ] Wow. I-- I like it. A lot.

[bitchilived]

[Something in him jerks at the touch, and a heat like fire goes through him starting from Keith's hand. Shiro has to get his breath quick so he can even respond.]

I-i'm glad because that's me...

[undeserted]

[ Keith can't remember ever wanting to do something as badly as he wants to do this right now. He's dizzy, breathless with it-- so he leans in right away, just tasting, a little kitten lick over the head. Then another.

God. It's so good. Not because it tastes particularly remarkable or anything, but because it's Shiro. Keith's eyes are heavy-lidded and dark with desire as he looks up at the man he loves, idly stroking his cock. ]

Shiro... Just tell me what I should do.