What's wrong. [ now he's looking back and forth
angrily/anxiously between keith's face and the console. ] What
did he-- ugh.
[ he'll just slap a hand down himself on the console and try to
eavesdrop, except that kind of backfires because the moment he tries to
touch the connection he's flooded with the red lion's strongest
impressions. keith on his knees in this very room, his mouth lovingly
cradling the shape of shiro's cock. keith curled up like a little kid in
the chair, listening to the lion's rumbling purr. keith in battle, his
heart pounding and g-forces tearing at him. keith breathing shiro's name
in and out, moving slowly with him. keith with his back resting against
the red lion's great metal paw, shiro slumped against him with his head in
keith's lap while keith cards fingers gently through his hair. keith
gasping and wild, riding shiro to climax. keith sitting up in the chair,
reaching out to grab the black paladin's belt (did shiro wear a belt?) and
pull him down, thighs spread invitingly, warm lips on his--
oh that's. that's keith. he'd grabbed keith, and pretty much
pulled keith down into his lap, and now he's kissing keith, except when he
shuts his eyes it's shiro, and this is too fucking much, he shuts his eyes
deliberately and licks into the black paladin's mouth, kissing him angrily
and clumsily, the way lance would kiss, not the memory kiss. ]
I'm going crazy, t-this is... this is all your fucking fault-- please--
[ his hips roll helplessly, and he moans into keith's mouth at the
barest friction against his dick, still covered by his jacket, which is
going to be ruined now. ]
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What's wrong. [ now he's looking back and forth angrily/anxiously between keith's face and the console. ] What did he-- ugh.
[ he'll just slap a hand down himself on the console and try to eavesdrop, except that kind of backfires because the moment he tries to touch the connection he's flooded with the red lion's strongest impressions. keith on his knees in this very room, his mouth lovingly cradling the shape of shiro's cock. keith curled up like a little kid in the chair, listening to the lion's rumbling purr. keith in battle, his heart pounding and g-forces tearing at him. keith breathing shiro's name in and out, moving slowly with him. keith with his back resting against the red lion's great metal paw, shiro slumped against him with his head in keith's lap while keith cards fingers gently through his hair. keith gasping and wild, riding shiro to climax. keith sitting up in the chair, reaching out to grab the black paladin's belt (did shiro wear a belt?) and pull him down, thighs spread invitingly, warm lips on his--
oh that's. that's keith. he'd grabbed keith, and pretty much pulled keith down into his lap, and now he's kissing keith, except when he shuts his eyes it's shiro, and this is too fucking much, he shuts his eyes deliberately and licks into the black paladin's mouth, kissing him angrily and clumsily, the way lance would kiss, not the memory kiss. ]
I'm going crazy, t-this is... this is all your fucking fault-- please--
[ his hips roll helplessly, and he moans into keith's mouth at the barest friction against his dick, still covered by his jacket, which is going to be ruined now. ]