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Keith panted, staring down at the perfect curve of Shiro’s spine. His knees were digging into his bed, keeping his ass raised perfectly for Keith, his arms resting under the pillow he was burying his face in.
Keith slowed his thrusts, rubbing his hands up over Shiro’s ass, towards his hips. He gave them a squeeze, got a muffled groan in response. “Hey,” he whispered, his voice coming straight from his chest. When Shiro didn’t answer, he moved to rubbing his hand down his spine. “Shiro, baby, talk to me.”
Shiro finally pushed himself up, lifting his head and slowly looking back. His cheeks were flushed, such a deep red, it some how made his scar stand out even more. “About… what…?” He was panting still, and Keith could feel the tension in his hips, as he denied pushing himself back on Keith’s cock.
“How you’re doing?” He leaned over, slid one hand beneath him, along his abs and down to cup his cock. Keith smiled, found it dripping and achingly hard, and rubbed very gently. “Tell me what feels good.”
Shiro said nothing, and Keith pulled back, straightening up. He eased his hips back, until his cock fell from Shiro’s body, and Shiro was shivering, shaking his head.
“It’s okay,” Keith said, giving his hip a final squeeze. “I’m coming back. Can we you roll over?” Shiro hesitated- before he finally listened, taking a moment to sprawl out on his back. Keith smiled when he could see him properly, could see those gunmetal eyes he’d fallen for what felt like life times ago. “I just wanna see you.”
“Keith…”
Keith only shook his head. He knew how Shiro got, when he was open. How he tried not to be. And having his face pressed into a pillow- it was a way to enjoy the way Keith fucked him, and not having to give anything up. To still be shut up and away.
Keith got his hands on Shiro’s thighs, eased them open and shifted closer. He helped to Raise them more, before he held his cock by the base, easing himself back into Shiro’s body. Shiro groaned, tipping his head back, and Keith smiled, exhaling a shaking breath.
“That’s it,” he whispered, easing back, as Shiro pushed himself down, chased his cock desperately. “You’re doing so well, Takashi.”
Shiro gave a whine, reaching up to drop an arm over his face, trying to cover it. Keith dropped himself over him, braced his hands on the bed as he thrust fasted, nosing at the arm covering Shiro’s face.
“C’mon,” he whispered, feeling the way Shiro was clenching around him. “Look at me? Tell me you feel good.”
Shiro finally let his arm fall away, looking up with blown eyes. His mouth fell open, and Keith took advantage, kissed him breathless. He pressed his tongue into his mouth, and Shiro reached up, squeezed both his shoulders as he groaned around his tongue. One of the noises was distinctly Keith’s name, and Keith pulled back enough to whisper what against his mouth.
“I… I’m going to…” Shiro trailed off, didn’t seem capable of words, and Keith hushed him.
“Yeah? How can I get you there?” Shiro tipped his head back slightly, bared that pretty mouth, and Keithknew. He leaned back down, kissed him again, refused to pull back as Shiro began to squirm. He kissed him until Shiro dissolved into a whining mess, until he was shaking all over, and Keith felt his cock spurting between them, cum splashing both their bellies as Shiro nearly dug his teeth into Keith’s lip.
Keith smiled, kissed him still until Shiro fell back, limp, before he pulled back, pushed himself up. He grabbed both of Shiro’s knees, holding his legs open, slowing his thrusts even though he desperately wanted to chase his own orgasm.
“Think I can make you come again?” Keith asked, his thrusts so slow but so deep that Shiro’s thighs were trembling.
But he nodded, and Keith grinned. All it took was an orgasm or two and a countless number of kisses to get Shiro to begin crawling out of his shell.