[ baby, shiro answers him with, and keith keens at the tone of the word, sent off into a spiral of spitfire want that for one brilliantly frozen second it hurts. ]

I'm in the showers, [ keith replies, pitching the words low, practically purring them out. ] I don't think I'll be alone for too long.

Shiro, I'm still wet around the ears, i don't care. I've been pushing at the bruises you left me, I keep wishing it's you doing it. Leaving marks on me until they stay permanent on me.

[ he doesn't understand slowing down. doesn't understand taking a moment to breathe and recalibrate, to assess what is and what isn't before diving in headfirst. that's not how keith works - he burns, he cuts through air, he razes the earth with every inch of his body. he doesn't know any other way to be - and it's the same with shiro. keith's desire for him goes beyond the simple carnal.

keith wants to be owned, for shiro to cage in the beasts that live in between his bones.

they're on speaker. fuck it. he needs both of his hands, needs one hand to fuck into and one hand to fuck onto. ]

Anyone could walk in right now and they'll find me fingerfucking myself to the sound of your voice. That's what you do to me.