( keith doesn't even have time to recover before shiro drags his head back, shuddering through the aftershocks, mouth slack as he pants. it's humiliating, shiro's delight at his lack of stamina, but humiliating in the way that makes keith's dick twitch. he watches dazedly as shiro strokes himself, licking his lips and leaning forward — he wants shiro to fuck his face again, he wants to swallow his come —

but shiro gives him an order, and keith has to obey. he shivers, humiliated and loving it, and fully unbuttons and unzips his pants, pushing them down his thighs to give shiro a good view of his underwear. there's a damp, slightly tented and sticky patch on the front of them — keith's erection hasn't completely softened yet. )

I'm sorry, Daddy — I couldn't help it, you make me so hot. I had to — ( keith squirms, swallowing hard and avoiding shiro's eyes — ) I had to play with my clit, Daddy, I had to.