Keith hitched his legs higher up Shiro’s sides and pulled him deep, felt the tip of Shiro’s fat cock bump his cervix, and grinned like the feral he was.
“There, there, c’mon,” Keith gasped, bent in half, stuffed full, greedy for more. Everything Shiro would give he’d take and he’d swallow it down with a smile.
Shiro’s white hair caught the light and shone silver with it, as unreal and beautiful on the outside as he was on the inside. Sappy bullshit, still true. Keith groaned when Shiro hit that spot inside, angled up, rubbing him deep. His clit throbbed and he clenched, laughed when Shiro grit his teeth and growled.
“There we are, Daddy,” Keith whispered, delighted to earn that viciousness that kept Shiro alive and repurpose it for something beautiful.
Shiro grabbed his hips and bit his neck. The deep, hard thrusts turned to quick snaps that made made the bed frame groan beneath them. Keith held his breath and clutched at Shiro’s shoulders, could hear Shiro gasping just over the roar of blood in his ears.
His lungs burned, he needed to breathe, he needed Shiro, the twist of his hips and the ache of that thick cock splitting him open and—
Keith screamed as he came, pussy clamping down hard and forcing Shiro right off that edge after him. Together, like always. They held each other, shook and kissed through ragged breath. Shiro went soft and slipped free, but Keith still had him inside, would be leaking him for days.
Shiro hummed and kissed his collarbone. “Remind me to take more work trips.”
Keith laughed. “Don’t you dare.”
