[ another sharp whimper, though keith is basically drawing one of those each time he so much as breathes on his dick. once more he's gone to keeping his eyes firmly shut, knowing that if he so much as dared to look down, that'd be the end of it. and selfishly, despite having been content to ignore it just minutes ago, he wants this moment to last as long as it possibly can. but each quake of his legs threatens to make that time shorter and shorter.
every now and then he'll let out a breath of encouragement. a that's it or so good. sometimes he isn't able to get much out past keith's own name. but a faint tug of his hair keeps trying to coax him to take in more and more, albeit unconsciously. ]
don't noncon me into role-reversal??
every now and then he'll let out a breath of encouragement. a that's it or so good. sometimes he isn't able to get much out past keith's own name. but a faint tug of his hair keeps trying to coax him to take in more and more, albeit unconsciously. ]