[ Even just the glance at Shiro's face is good enough; the hand that soon dusts over his hips draws his attention back down, watching as Shiro first slides a finger through the slit. He holds his breath and his jaw slackens, rushed with a quivering sensation as the unfamiliar fingers ghost past his clit.
Shiro certainly doesn't mean it, but the unfinished sentence makes Keith bristle, suddenly defensive and anxious. He's what?? Keith was hardly ever rational when it came to Shiro. With eyes wide, he turns his head to Shiro again, and his fears stutter in the wake of those beautiful, dark eyes staring hungrily down at him. ]
M...maybe once or twice, [ he answers, a strain in his voice as he tries to reason with his anxious heart. He bites his lips, glancing down at the fingers at his apex as he drags his lip through his teeth. ] ...Can I sit in your lap?
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Shiro certainly doesn't mean it, but the unfinished sentence makes Keith bristle, suddenly defensive and anxious. He's what?? Keith was hardly ever rational when it came to Shiro. With eyes wide, he turns his head to Shiro again, and his fears stutter in the wake of those beautiful, dark eyes staring hungrily down at him. ]
M...maybe once or twice, [ he answers, a strain in his voice as he tries to reason with his anxious heart. He bites his lips, glancing down at the fingers at his apex as he drags his lip through his teeth. ] ...Can I sit in your lap?