[ he's breathing through his teeth with the first two texts, thighs drawing close together as keith palms over his length. the hushed gasp of a laughter gets swallowed up by the cool silence of the room, the tiles echoing keith's pleased hum when he drags his nails along the inside of a thigh. he doesn't care to be gentle with himself; just the thought of shiro fucking him open in front of the blades has him stirring with almost no help at all.
the picture that comes through not even a second later, though? that has keith swearing out loud. ]
both. i want both, shiro. i want you to take me while i'm held down by someone else, and i want you to make me beg you to touch me. i'd do anything you tell me to do.
[ attempting a quick snapshot takes more patience than keith has right now, so video it is; the clip shiro gets is a little blurry, and part of the frame is fuzzed out by a finger. but the intent is clear, if not the image focals - and should keith's hand around his own cock not be explicit enough, the way he's calling for shiro should be. ]
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the picture that comes through not even a second later, though? that has keith swearing out loud. ]
both. i want both, shiro. i want you to take me while i'm held down by someone else, and i want you to make me beg you to touch me. i'd do anything you tell me to do.
[ attempting a quick snapshot takes more patience than keith has right now, so video it is; the clip shiro gets is a little blurry, and part of the frame is fuzzed out by a finger. but the intent is clear, if not the image focals - and should keith's hand around his own cock not be explicit enough, the way he's calling for shiro should be. ]
Fuck, Shiro, let me see you.