Look. Sex with Shiro is LEGENDARY on campus. He's a god among men...

Men swear by his stamina. They say he can last for HOURS.
That is - until he sleeps with Keith.
Keith is small and feisty and smirks at Shiro across the classroom.
His jeans are always ripped and he looks exactly the type good boys mommas warn them about.
He digs Shiro out of a tough spot on their astrophysics homework - his fingerless gloved hands pointing out where Shiro went wrong in the equation.
Shiro is gone.
It's an even bigger shock that Shiro turns down the soft, smiling undergrad - Curtains? Connor? - and goes straight for Keith.
Keith tastes like Matt's fruity drink of the night and summer and smoke all chased by a tantalizing tongue.
He doesn't even get through his door before he's struggling out of his pants.
They shed their clothes as Shiro guides them to the bed and he lays Keith out on his sheets.
Keith's dark hair and the lithe, small line of his body look delectable on his galaxy print sheets.
Keith's no doubt heard about his reputation.
He plans to live up to it.
But something burns too hot inside him. His hands are too impatient and Keith's moans are rich like dark chocolate and Shiro's mouth trembles as he sucks a bruise into a pale thigh.
He's so tiny compared to Shiro.
His dick oozes precum into the flushed dip of his belly and Shiro's own throbs dangerously as he flumbles for a condom.
Keith's back arches in a sinuous motion that sets Shiro's heart to racing. His heel digs into Shiro's clavicle. His head kicks back, throat exposed and a smoky, 'God. Yes.' Pours out.
'You ready for my cock, baby?'
Keith whines, knees parting and violet eyes cracking open.
'Yes. Please.'
He's heard that phrase dozens of times. But from Keith it's - it's -
Keith's moan is downright filthy. His hands clutch at the pillow behind his head and his cock oozes more precum.
Shiro pants helplessly. Eyebrows drawn tight and cock envelops by tight, slick heat.
'Yes.' Keith's voice trembles, 'Knew you'd be big. Fuck. Knew you'd be good - so good - Shiro -.'
Shiro can't stop the shout - nor the tidal wave of pleasure as he comes after one thrust.
He drops one hand on the bed and pants through the aftershocks of the sudden orgasm.
He's afraid to look at Keith - afraid of what he'll say now - or later when they've awkwardly parted ways.
He moves to pull out and finish Keith off with his mouth - fuck - it's the least he can do.
But a hand slaps around his neck, dragging him down and the ass around his cock squeezes.
Keith's mouth is warm and his teeth teasing at his ear, 'Did you come before me, Takashi?'
Shiro's stomach tightens.
'I thought you were a good boy.'
Shiro's fingers tear into the sheets.
'I dunno -.' Keith's lifts his hips, cock hard as it rubs against Shiro's belly, leaving a slick trail with every motion.
Shiro drops his forehead on Keith's shoulder - eyes clenching shut.
'I can be. I promise.'
'Then prove it.' Nails glide down his neck and dig into his shoulder. It sends a tingle down his spine, 'Be a good boy for me, Shiro.'
His hands shake as he pulls out and disposes of the used condom. Pats around for another one - more lube -
He hisses as he wraps a hand around himself.
Keith watches him with obvious lust, 'Sensitive?'
Shiro grits his teeth. That's why his stamina was legendary. His dick was a useless, throbbing mess after.
Keith purs under him, 'I bet you're fun to edge.' He smirks, 'Maybe next time.'
Shiro whimpers and lines his cock up again.
'Oh god.' It's too much.
Keith surges under him, 'Move.'
Shiro shakes his head - the pleasure his bordering just shy of pain, 'I - I can't.'
His head spins, his dick throbs - and Keith rises on it, face determined - and drops back down.
Shiro shouts, hands grasping at Keith's hips.
He's not going to survive.
He realizes with fear that the flaring burn in his gut is another orgasm.
'I'm going to - oh fuck -.'
Keith slams down, 'Don't you dare cum.'
He grinds down on Shiro's cock.
Shiro kicks his head back - stares at the ceiling.
Tries to think of anything that will smother the fire building.
'Not until I'm done.' Keith hisses.
Keith is that higher power.
'Keith. Keith.' His toes curl into the sheets.
'You feel -.' Keith's hands curl into fists on Shiro's chest.
Keith's eyes flutter closed, 'Big. You're huge - everywhere -.'
Shiro reaches for his cock.
Keith's pace falters and his face twists in pleasure.
'Oh - oh - Shi - Shiro -.'
He may never get this again if he doesn't.
He tries to meet Keith's thrusts - but it only makes the burn worse.
He pulls fitfully at Keith's cock. Needing to watch him cum. Needing to see him lose that cocky -
Keith wraps his smaller hand over the one Shiro is using to strip his cock.
He swivels his hips down in a highly illegal motion.
'Be a good boy and cum for me.'
He screams- a bellow of sound that he can't control as the orgasm hits him like a sucker punch.
Keith tightens around him and everything sharpens to a point.
Shiro melts into the bed with horror.
He didn't beat Keith.
'You cheated.' His breathing is wheezy.
Keith's laugh is raspy, 'I know.'
The ceiling is - fascinating
And Shiro is trying to ignore the twisting dread at the thought of Keith putting his clothes back on and leaving.
He's NEVER had sex that overwhelming - that intense -
'You okay?' Keith's words are gentle and when Shiro turns his head, he's walking back with a towel.
'I've- I've never -.' The words get lost in his throat.
He wipes up the mess he made on Shiro's stomach - then his dick.
Shiro can't believe that his cock twitches with renewed intrest, despite how sensitive it is.
He wants to touch. To kiss. Maybe ask Keith to stay the night.
'Do you -.' He pauses when Keith reaches down to pull his boxers back up. The question dies a swift death.
Should probably expect some light denting to his bed cred.
He doesn't expect Keith to crawl right back into the bed.
His legs dip under the sheets and he rolls over to face Shiro, 'This okay?'
Keith lays his hand on Shiro's chest and draws shapless patterns with the tips of his fingers, 'You did so well.'
Shiro lights up from the inside.
'Yea?'
'Still didn't beat me.' Keith's lips twitch.
Keith drags the sheets out from under Shiro and over the both of them.
'You'll get there.' Keith assures.
'Next time?' Shiro whispers, low and nervous.
Shiro's lips tremble against Keith's, 'I'll be so good.' He'll be the best Keith's ever had.
Keith nips Shiro's bottom lip before settling against his chest, 'Till next time then.'
Shiro can hardly wait.
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