[ He'd stare at the calendar if it didn't mean that he'd have to shut the call down to pull it up on his phone. Not fair, he thinks a little morosely. Keith will be back (home-- he'll be home--) soon and then that will be that, they'll be able to see each other. Even if Keith doesn't think of the castle as home, necessarily, they'll see each other again. He'll make Keith make that noise not because of a breathed out word over the comms but because he's touching him, wringing those noises out of him. ]
I know. I know, I do too. Every time I lay down I feel those scratches on my back but they're healing and you'll have to make new ones next time you're back here again.
[ Missing Keith isn't exactly helping with his erection, though, so he focuses on the sound of his voice, the way he talks, tries to figure out how close he is to orgasm based on that. His own fingers curl tighter near the head, sweeping over it in a long, slow pull, palm grazing on the downstroke. Another sigh breathed into the phone and he's hyper aware of how big the bed seems without Keith. ]
Thought about what you said earlier, about my hand, mmh, on your throat. Maybe someone walks in to shower and that's how I keep you quiet when I'm the one fingerfucking you. What are you gonna do if someone walks in on you right now?
[ keith's gotten used to using spit as lubricant, and that's exactly what he does -the phone picks up the sound of him sucking on his fingers, and the wet pop of him dragging them out, wetting his lips. he's impatient the way a fire is impatient - so eager to cut a swathe through anything it could set upon, and in keith's case it's the growing need to be filled. two fingers are pushed in, keith giving himself a single teasing touch before pressing on. the quiet shck of his fingers easing him open is loud against the tile walls, and for a few seconds it's the only sound keith makes. wanton sighing and the wet sound of him fucking himself. ]
Maybe I'll beg, [ he gasps, as he works himself open a little more. ] Maybe I'll— ah!— I'll get them to take a shine on me, and they'll unsheathe, you know — god, adult Galra have stiff ridges, Shiro — maybe they'll be sweet on me and fold me in half on the floor, and you'll get to listen to them fucking me open while I'm begging for you.
[ keith chokes on a shout, both at the scenario and at his fingers brushing that bundle of nerves that make him feel so good. he can't quite get there, the way he's sitting, can't really get there with his fingers alone. ]
I've got my fingers in me and they're nothing like yours, Shiro. I can't— It's not enough.
[ It's a throaty sigh as he listens to the sound of Keith's fingers in his mouth (one? Two? God-- God) and imagines his lips wrapped around them, tongue wetting them. The quiet, wet pop and then he can hear it when Keith pushes them into himself. Hears the noises he makes - the noises that makes and his head thunks back against the headboard before he catches himself.
This is just dirty talk, he assumes, but there's a niggling feeling that maybe, he wouldn't mind this. He trusts Keith. If Keith wanted someone to get him off during those long times where they don't see each other for months, he doesn't think he'd mind that. Not as long as he knew the details - not if he got calls like this. But then again, he understands if it isn't. Too much thinking he reminds himself and squeezes his balls just shy of too tight, the pained little hiss escaping him. ]
On the ground because you can't even wait to get to a bedroom. Maybe he'd just shove your thighs up to your ears and fuck you open on his cock.
[ He spits into his palm and slicks it, jerking himself off a little harder, tighter. ]
I know, I know, baby. Can you hold the phone with your shoulder and jerk yourself off for me?
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I know. I know, I do too. Every time I lay down I feel those scratches on my back but they're healing and you'll have to make new ones next time you're back here again.
[ Missing Keith isn't exactly helping with his erection, though, so he focuses on the sound of his voice, the way he talks, tries to figure out how close he is to orgasm based on that. His own fingers curl tighter near the head, sweeping over it in a long, slow pull, palm grazing on the downstroke. Another sigh breathed into the phone and he's hyper aware of how big the bed seems without Keith. ]
Thought about what you said earlier, about my hand, mmh, on your throat. Maybe someone walks in to shower and that's how I keep you quiet when I'm the one fingerfucking you. What are you gonna do if someone walks in on you right now?
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[ keith's gotten used to using spit as lubricant, and that's exactly what he does -the phone picks up the sound of him sucking on his fingers, and the wet pop of him dragging them out, wetting his lips. he's impatient the way a fire is impatient - so eager to cut a swathe through anything it could set upon, and in keith's case it's the growing need to be filled. two fingers are pushed in, keith giving himself a single teasing touch before pressing on. the quiet shck of his fingers easing him open is loud against the tile walls, and for a few seconds it's the only sound keith makes. wanton sighing and the wet sound of him fucking himself. ]
Maybe I'll beg, [ he gasps, as he works himself open a little more. ] Maybe I'll— ah!— I'll get them to take a shine on me, and they'll unsheathe, you know — god, adult Galra have stiff ridges, Shiro — maybe they'll be sweet on me and fold me in half on the floor, and you'll get to listen to them fucking me open while I'm begging for you.
[ keith chokes on a shout, both at the scenario and at his fingers brushing that bundle of nerves that make him feel so good. he can't quite get there, the way he's sitting, can't really get there with his fingers alone. ]
I've got my fingers in me and they're nothing like yours, Shiro. I can't— It's not enough.
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[ It's a throaty sigh as he listens to the sound of Keith's fingers in his mouth (one? Two? God-- God) and imagines his lips wrapped around them, tongue wetting them. The quiet, wet pop and then he can hear it when Keith pushes them into himself. Hears the noises he makes - the noises that makes and his head thunks back against the headboard before he catches himself.
This is just dirty talk, he assumes, but there's a niggling feeling that maybe, he wouldn't mind this. He trusts Keith. If Keith wanted someone to get him off during those long times where they don't see each other for months, he doesn't think he'd mind that. Not as long as he knew the details - not if he got calls like this. But then again, he understands if it isn't. Too much thinking he reminds himself and squeezes his balls just shy of too tight, the pained little hiss escaping him. ]
On the ground because you can't even wait to get to a bedroom. Maybe he'd just shove your thighs up to your ears and fuck you open on his cock.
[ He spits into his palm and slicks it, jerking himself off a little harder, tighter. ]
I know, I know, baby. Can you hold the phone with your shoulder and jerk yourself off for me?