( keith is practically dripping with it now, with their new location. his hands flatten on the mirror, breath coming out hot and short. he's making sounds even though he isn't necessarily being touched, idly, softly whining, parting his legs while he waits for it.
firstly though, )
N — Nocty. The door.
( can't have anyone walking in on them. while he sees to the door, keith flicks a stray lock of hair out of his eyes, watching his as he goes.
christ, it's like his ass was carved out of marble. cheekily, )
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firstly though, )
N — Nocty. The door.
( can't have anyone walking in on them. while he sees to the door, keith flicks a stray lock of hair out of his eyes, watching his as he goes.
christ, it's like his ass was carved out of marble. cheekily, )
Still mad?