( you're our master as long as you sit there, he doesn't say, as long as you wear their clothes and serve their orders. it's spiteful and angry, although not necessarily towards shiro and more or less just in general, at the situation and the frustration he feels -- at how much of a failure he is, and how much of a failure this will be, if shiro doesn't let him in. half an hour ago shiro was just a memory, and now he's tangible and real and yet just out of arm's reach -- too far, too distant, too galran. they changed him, but keith will change him back -- they both will.
he's needy under the grip of lance's hand, but whether that's from his own emotions ( which he conceals, does his best to cover up ) or the talent residing in lance's fingers is up in the air -- he's breathless of full of whines that meet the open air between them and shiro, curving his hip prettily to look better. he still flushes under the knowledge that shiro is watching this happen, letting this happen, not minding. it's probably disgusting of keith for him to want him to get jealous, and he apologizes for that to lance as soon as he thinks it, kissing his forehead and his upper lip. he doesn't mean it, any of it. it's just business as usual.
there's hesitance to obey the instruction from shiro, but it doesn't take commanding officer and wanton sex slave for him to do as he's told, not when it's coming from shiro's handsome mouth, not when he's bent down on his knees before keith's naked form. he doesn't move -- but he does grip lance's wrist in a brief panic, the light of shiro's arm eliciting an unfathomable fear inside of keith. it's newer than before, more alien and scary, more capable of worse things, and now it's poised at his cock, ripping the cage off. it doesn't hurt at all -- he's being careful. he doesn't want to hurt them.
there have been more than a few galran commanders who have enjoyed getting on their knees, just to bite roughly at the tips of their cocks and tug on their balls uncomfortably, to get them to squirm and tear up. keith doesn't want that, now sure that shiro doesn't either. somewhat girlishly, he lets himself fall in shiro's lap, a hand wrapped loosely around lance's now free cock tugging him closer. )
I want you, Shiro. ( he says, mastered in the art of seduction. his voice is low, his eyelashes fluttered. he can't force himself on him, but he can give him some kind of sensual lubrication, guiding lance's cock over more to press his lips at the head of it, not missing in finesse as he tongues against the slit, milking him barely. he presses his cheek against the shaft, murmuring: ) Please. Help us. We need you.
( if there's one thing he can appeal to, it's definitely shiro's bleeding heart. )
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he's needy under the grip of lance's hand, but whether that's from his own emotions ( which he conceals, does his best to cover up ) or the talent residing in lance's fingers is up in the air -- he's breathless of full of whines that meet the open air between them and shiro, curving his hip prettily to look better. he still flushes under the knowledge that shiro is watching this happen, letting this happen, not minding. it's probably disgusting of keith for him to want him to get jealous, and he apologizes for that to lance as soon as he thinks it, kissing his forehead and his upper lip. he doesn't mean it, any of it. it's just business as usual.
there's hesitance to obey the instruction from shiro, but it doesn't take commanding officer and wanton sex slave for him to do as he's told, not when it's coming from shiro's handsome mouth, not when he's bent down on his knees before keith's naked form. he doesn't move -- but he does grip lance's wrist in a brief panic, the light of shiro's arm eliciting an unfathomable fear inside of keith. it's newer than before, more alien and scary, more capable of worse things, and now it's poised at his cock, ripping the cage off. it doesn't hurt at all -- he's being careful. he doesn't want to hurt them.
there have been more than a few galran commanders who have enjoyed getting on their knees, just to bite roughly at the tips of their cocks and tug on their balls uncomfortably, to get them to squirm and tear up. keith doesn't want that, now sure that shiro doesn't either. somewhat girlishly, he lets himself fall in shiro's lap, a hand wrapped loosely around lance's now free cock tugging him closer. )
I want you, Shiro. ( he says, mastered in the art of seduction. his voice is low, his eyelashes fluttered. he can't force himself on him, but he can give him some kind of sensual lubrication, guiding lance's cock over more to press his lips at the head of it, not missing in finesse as he tongues against the slit, milking him barely. he presses his cheek against the shaft, murmuring: ) Please. Help us. We need you.
( if there's one thing he can appeal to, it's definitely shiro's bleeding heart. )