( always touched by his easy submission, shiro flattens a hand on his cheek as he moves down between his legs, taking deep breaths through his nose. for awhile erections where hard for him, difficult to get up and almost impossible to maintain, because whenever good feelings come worse yet still follow -- being beaten bloody on the ship, invaded and defiled, touched inappropriately with routine showers. keith has helped as much here as anywhere else -- who wouldn't get hard seeing him knelt between their legs, eyes wide and eager to please? he's impossible to resist, and shiro feels fortunate he doesn't have to.

he brings himself to scowl, fingers tangled in his hair with a subtle tug, enough to grab his attention. )

Hey, ( his voice is stern even when soft, pushing keith's face forward to rub his cheek against shiro's growing cock. ) aren't you my good girl? I said suck, baby. You wanna get taken over my knee? I won't let you come for hours, until you learn how to be good for me again.