[It drags a rough breath out of him, and Shiro closes his eyes, tips his head back against the pillow. It exposes the long line of his neck and he swallows hard, not bothering to muffle the groan.
Keith's hands are occupied and he likes them right where they are, so Shiro takes the initiative in stroking his own dick. He knows Keith will be paying attention to how he does it, so he allows himself to be demonstrative. Speed, relative grip, all of it the way he likes.
With his eyes still closed and him being the slightest bit breathless,]
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Keith's hands are occupied and he likes them right where they are, so Shiro takes the initiative in stroking his own dick. He knows Keith will be paying attention to how he does it, so he allows himself to be demonstrative. Speed, relative grip, all of it the way he likes.
With his eyes still closed and him being the slightest bit breathless,]
We aren't complimenting me right now.
[Shh, let him say nice things to you.]