( keith will always be enough for him, whether he realizes it or not, whether he accepts it or not — because there will never be a moment, a second in which he isn't every single thing he could have ever wanted, then or now or anytime in the future. there has never been anyone he wants, needs as badly, loves as deeply as the one next to him and even if he might still falter here and there, unconsciously make the other self-conscious or uncomfortable it isn't because he's trying. he's learning.
and he won't stop, either.
he should have thought to help him free himself, but it's such a silly little hold up that he finds himself chuckling under his breath with it, even as his left hand still ghosts over the outside of a thigh before keith pulls himself into his lap and makes a place for himself there. his head settles into the junction of neck and shoulder and it's the perfect angle to offer a reassuring kiss to the beat of his pulse, nose brushing the patch of skin just beneath an ear as that hand takes his own and brings it back to where he knows he wants him.
his right hand settles at the base of his spine. ) Tell me stop if you need me to, okay? For any reason … ( his voice is barely a whisper as fingertips trace over his slit again, gathering a bit of wetness before sliding back up to his clit and stroking over him. )
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and he won't stop, either.
he should have thought to help him free himself, but it's such a silly little hold up that he finds himself chuckling under his breath with it, even as his left hand still ghosts over the outside of a thigh before keith pulls himself into his lap and makes a place for himself there. his head settles into the junction of neck and shoulder and it's the perfect angle to offer a reassuring kiss to the beat of his pulse, nose brushing the patch of skin just beneath an ear as that hand takes his own and brings it back to where he knows he wants him.
his right hand settles at the base of his spine. ) Tell me stop if you need me to, okay? For any reason … ( his voice is barely a whisper as fingertips trace over his slit again, gathering a bit of wetness before sliding back up to his clit and stroking over him. )