a humble suggestion: shiro fucking keith while also getting fucked with a (plug? vibrator? idk you make the rules)
“I told you to fuck me harder,” Keith says, his heels digging into the small of Shiro’s back. He squirms underneath Shiro, tugging at strands of Shiro’s hair and demanding kisses that take too much of Shiro’s concentration to maintain.
Keith just loves to make his life difficult.
“I’m trying, baby, I’m–fuck.” Overwhelmed, Shiro shudders, grinding his cock deep inside Keith. “I swear, I’m gonna come soon, I can’t–”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Keith spits, his hand on Shiro’s ass turning to fingernails raking over his skin. There’s so much going on–Shiro’s trying his best to balance his torso over Keith with just one arm, and his new prosthetic floats behind him, two fingers buried deep in Shiro’s own ass. Vibrating. Because Shiro basically has his own personal sex toy semi-permanently attached to his arm now.
He drops his forehead to Keith’s shoulder and inhales deep. It’s stuttering hips that drag back and slam back inside Keith, the wet noise of their fucking as obscene as Keith’s mouth as he goads Shiro on.
Keith hisses, “Make me feel it, Shiro. Give it to me, make me feel it for days.” Choking back a sob, Shiro mashes his lips against Keith’s. It’s an artless kiss, but Keith opens for him hungrily, sucking sloppily on Shiro’s tongue and panting harshly into the air between them when the kiss breaks. He slides his fingers out for a moment, leaving him disappointingly empty, and pushes Keith’s thigh all the way back until his ankle hands over the top of Shiro’s shoulder, spreading him open until he’s gasping at the stretch and the tightness.
Shiro pushes two fingers back inside himself too fast, too rough, but he moans his shock into Keith’s mouth, shivering all over. He can’t decide if he wants to come right now or fuck Keith forever, until he’s a sobbing, clenching mess underneath Shiro.
“This what you wanted?” Shiro says, grunting out each word with the movement of his hips. He can’t move fast like this, but when he slams inside, Keith shouts his pleasure right into the crook of Shiro’s neck, teeth intermittently worrying at the skin there.
“Put a third one in,” Keith says instead of answering. He pulls his second leg up on his own, locking his ankles behind Shiro’s head, mouth open and eyelids fluttering. He’s needy, demanding, loud, and Shiro is determined to listen to everything he says.
He takes a deep, harsh breath, and pushes another finger in.
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