"Please," He Breathed, Back Arching At The Contact, His Whole Body Was Screaming For More. Keith's Legs

"Please," he breathed, back arching at the contact, his whole body was screaming for more. Keith's legs shook under his own weight as he turned in Shiro's arms to face him. Chest to chest he pressed himself ever closer, breath ragged and hot in the steaming water.

"I need you. Burning feeling...so hot..." nonsense was spewing forth at this point, his body acting on pure instinct. His hips rocked forward slightly, giving permission to go further if it's what Shiro wanted. A quiet muttering of "I promise I'll be quieter this time," passing between them.

Keith's eyes, clouded with lust, trailed over Shiro's body before coming to rest on his face once more. His lips, kiss bitten and parted, had a slight tremble to them to match his wobbling legs. His body temperature skyrocketed, burning hot in a matter of moments.

"Takashi..."

"I'd miss it, yeah... it's been a part of me for... well, years now." He sighed, looking at the shoulder piece that was all but fused with him. "But it would be nice to have two arms again."

"Whoa-!" Shiro ducked back, laughing at the house assistant quietly. "On screen, Harro. Let's see this."

' ' You can't stop me ! I'm on a roll bay-bee ! ' '

Hopefully. Shiro nodded, placing a hand gently onto Hunk's shoulder. "Thank you, Hunk. Let me know if you need help in the kitchens, okay? I'm more than happy to." He was never the best at diplomacy, but it was evident he was working on that. He supposed it helped he knew his way around planning.

Uh oh! Your character is watching mine get hit on and is feeling possessive. How does your character handle this?

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"Mmf-" Keith returned the kiss with white hot passion, his back arching up almost doubling him in half as sweet release wracked his body. The kiss dampened the almost animalistic cry that left him to a dull squealing sound. Their combined orgasms shook him to eye rolling bliss.

Breath ragged and gasping, Keith wrapped his arms around Shiro's shoulders and pulled him ever closer into a deeper kiss, purring into his mouth, unashamed of the sound anymore.

"Gods, Takashi," he breathed between peppered kisses across Shiro's face and neck, "that was...fuck that was amazing." That same burning feeling was still assaulting him, though, his skin searingly warm to the touch.