[Shiro's groan fries some circuit in his head. He wants to hear it again and again. It occurs to him that they could slow this down and step back from this edge. Another part of him reminds him how close he came to having to live the rest of his life without him. He's carried his love with him for years and knowing Shiro feels the same way and has for a while... He molds himself up against him, digging his nails into Shiro's back again to see if he'll make that sound that sang so sweetly to him. There's no turning back. His chains are snapping and all of his self-imposed restraint is falling about them like fine blown glass.

He arches into the hand on him, groaning in his now-boyfriend's ear. He feels like he's on fire and the world narrows down like it does when he's in the middle of a fight. He grazes sharp fangs against the side of Shiro's neck and freezes, his heart thudding hard in his chest as his pants are worked open.] Shi-

[He cuts himself off and barely manages to keep from making much noise as warm skin meets his length and closes around it. He's never been one for slow exploration of himself. He usually just got things over with, quietly. He's discovering that he can't stay quiet with Shiro's hand on him. His hips roll up involuntarily and his breath catches in his throat. He presses his face against his neck and moans, losing himself in the pleasure winding through him and building up.

He vaguely promises to return the favor when his turn is over. He drags his hands down Shiro's back and arches under him, baring his throat as he gasps his name. It feels so good, he's starting to drown in the sensations. They abruptly stop. He opens eyes with cat-like pupils in confusion. What?] Shir-

[He lets go as Shiro leans back and silently appreciates how unkempt his partner looks. He made that happen. He doesn't look much better with his dark hair a rumpled mess spread about him, eyes have gone dark with lust and lips kiss bruised, his cheeks red and every breath he takes a soft pant. He makes no move to help him get his pants open. It's a really nice show. He especially likes seeing Shiro bite his own lip. He props himself up onto his elbows and his eyes never leave him, eyes widening at the sight of more of him.

Oh. Keith realizes what Shiro is planning and helps him work his pants down. He braces himself with one hand behind him. He won't be passive. His other hand joins Shiro's around their lengths and he grins at him.] ...Doing okay there, Shiro?