( he keeps fucking his throat, murmuring quiet filled nonsense ( you feel so good, you're so good to me baby girl, that's it ) while his mouth gets away from him, the hand at the back of keith's head getting tighter with harder thrusts. he doesn't mind keith touching himself, obviously aware and watching from the corner of his eye, the main focus of his gaze on keith's watery eyes, careful with him. part of his wants keith to cry, damnit, see him sobbing around shiro's cock while he chokes and sucks, working with the kind of finesse that he knows shiro likes.

the stuttered gasp draws his attention and, leading keith off by the grip on his hair, he tugs him back, spit strings connecting his mouth to shiro's cock still. )

Did you just come? ( an awed voice, aroused and beating blood through his cock with it. shiro's free hand strokes at his dick, working the saliva into it, licking his lower lip. ) Oh, naughty girl, so bad. Go on, take off your pants and show Daddy what you did. I wanna see your mess.