[ The sensation is light, more of a dusting through his thick jeans, but any at all has Keith's nerves quivering for more. He sinks a little lower into the seat so that his legs can open wider and let Shiro feel more of the space. His leg closest to Shiro curls with his boyfriend's and he melts into each kiss Shiro steals from him. The intentional pressure doesn't go unnoticed, and even as Shiro misses his mark just slightly, Keith lets it be for a while. Just having him work the way he is to pleasure him tickles his heart. Oh, he's sure Shiro would do better if not for the thick, rough fabric concealing the groove at his apex.
So much of what made Keith nervous was just wondering if Shiro would still want him despite where he's lacking - and for as much, he knew he'd never blame Shiro. Love nor sex was ever his end goal, he hadn't cared when he'd made this decision for himself; yet he found the first with Shiro so easily.... and the second is staring him in the eyes. His hips buck. He bites his lip as he glances down at the hand. This is why they're here now. Keith's heart and body beg to be free of the guilt and fear and let Shiro in as deep as he can go..... ]
H-hhold on, [ He whispers and fails to offer clarity as he grabs Shiro's wrist and draws the hand back. His intentions become more clear as he unbuttons his own pants and shoves his thumbs under teh seam of his pants - and with a second thought, his briefs as well. His pants slide off, and he bends briefly to gather the fabric at his ankles before he reclines once more into the chair. For a moment, he's silent, flushed with his own impatience, but he wants Shiro to see and to know and to feel him as he is. Distractedly, he runs his fingers around the lips of his pussy, pushing his engorged clit out and noticing he's already slick for Shiro.
At last, eyes turn toward Shiro, only now remembering that his reaction is just as important as the rest, but Keith offers no words, flustered, but without protest. ]
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So much of what made Keith nervous was just wondering if Shiro would still want him despite where he's lacking - and for as much, he knew he'd never blame Shiro. Love nor sex was ever his end goal, he hadn't cared when he'd made this decision for himself; yet he found the first with Shiro so easily.... and the second is staring him in the eyes. His hips buck. He bites his lip as he glances down at the hand. This is why they're here now. Keith's heart and body beg to be free of the guilt and fear and let Shiro in as deep as he can go..... ]
H-hhold on, [ He whispers and fails to offer clarity as he grabs Shiro's wrist and draws the hand back. His intentions become more clear as he unbuttons his own pants and shoves his thumbs under teh seam of his pants - and with a second thought, his briefs as well. His pants slide off, and he bends briefly to gather the fabric at his ankles before he reclines once more into the chair. For a moment, he's silent, flushed with his own impatience, but he wants Shiro to see and to know and to feel him as he is. Distractedly, he runs his fingers around the lips of his pussy, pushing his engorged clit out and noticing he's already slick for Shiro.
At last, eyes turn toward Shiro, only now remembering that his reaction is just as important as the rest, but Keith offers no words, flustered, but without protest. ]