[He watches, makes some small adjustments when Shiro starts shifting around. When he leans in to Shiro's kiss, he makes sure to get some of the leftover lube on his abdomen coated to his fingers before reaching for his dick again. Keith's own hand isn't quite big enough to stroke them both together; he wishes it was. But Shiro's breaths, the little body shudders, it's more than enough to keep him going.
His free hand he makes sure can keep Shiro's leg steady over his shoulder and sits back a little to watch Shiro work himself open gently. He tries to time his strokes with Shiro's motions, squeeze a little harder than he started with. It's beautiful. Shiro is beautiful, always is, but even moreso like this. He wants to help Shiro come apart at the seams. He can't physically lean down to suck his dick again and keep Shiro's leg hoisted like this. So he focuses on his hand stroking him, kissing and biting gently at the side of his knee since it's closer.]
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His free hand he makes sure can keep Shiro's leg steady over his shoulder and sits back a little to watch Shiro work himself open gently. He tries to time his strokes with Shiro's motions, squeeze a little harder than he started with. It's beautiful. Shiro is beautiful, always is, but even moreso like this. He wants to help Shiro come apart at the seams. He can't physically lean down to suck his dick again and keep Shiro's leg hoisted like this. So he focuses on his hand stroking him, kissing and biting gently at the side of his knee since it's closer.]