[He rubs his head encouragingly against Keith's thigh, letting him know it's all right. Hearing him on the edge is-- driving him a little wild, but he still wants to get him off, wants to taste him.
(His jaw's a little sore. It really has been a while.)
He strokes Keith's length with a tight grip, squeezing the way he knows he likes it, but there's also a part of him that desperately just wants to hold his hand. Hard to do both with only one, so he'll settle for this now. As soon as Keith comes, though, all bets are off and Shiro will hold his damn hand if he pleases, thanks.]
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(His jaw's a little sore. It really has been a while.)
He strokes Keith's length with a tight grip, squeezing the way he knows he likes it, but there's also a part of him that desperately just wants to hold his hand. Hard to do both with only one, so he'll settle for this now. As soon as Keith comes, though, all bets are off and Shiro will hold his damn hand if he pleases, thanks.]