i'm kind of upset that i didn't get this up on easter because... well. y'know.
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earthshine
2023-04-10 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ … that’s a good point. if asked, shiro would stand by his ever accurate explanation that space magic bullshit is the culprit behind those profiles – as it always seems to be when strange occurrences happen – but he’ll concede that it’s a good idea not to tempt their captors with easily retrievable, saucy photos. shame. shiro’s back to that word; unlike before, however, he won’t tease keith into submission. he’ll just need to checkmark that box off his sentence sheet some other way, some other time… not that that’s why he wants a picture of keith like this.
god, he can’t even look at him without buzzing all over. he does, though; look. he still is. but here, now, he makes a conscious effort to take his fill and lift his gaze, quirking a small, regretful smile. ]
I’ll have to get one.
[ a mirror. the cube only has one: a medium sized one earthquake glued to the wall above the bathroom sink. any time shiro’s wants something smaller, he uses his tablet’s camera as a makeshift one, but well… can’t use that. ]
Next time. [ because of course there is going to be a next time. many next times. maybe even soon if keith keeps looking delectable, empty balls and soft cock be damned. huffing once, shiro takes a backward step from the bed. ]
For now… let’s get you fixed up. [ and then he’s turning with the next step, padding to the other end of the cube to get to his locker. it’s already unlocked and partially open. after a short rummaging, he finds the item of choice and then backtracks to the bed. as he approaches, he adopts a sheepish look about himself, holding the item up for an easier view. ]
Keep in mind that I didn’t choose this. Everyone in class got the same model.
[ see? not freaky shaped. just… cute shaped?? ]
god, he can’t even look at him without buzzing all over. he does, though; look. he still is. but here, now, he makes a conscious effort to take his fill and lift his gaze, quirking a small, regretful smile. ]
I’ll have to get one.
[ a mirror. the cube only has one: a medium sized one earthquake glued to the wall above the bathroom sink. any time shiro’s wants something smaller, he uses his tablet’s camera as a makeshift one, but well… can’t use that. ]
Next time. [ because of course there is going to be a next time. many next times. maybe even soon if keith keeps looking delectable, empty balls and soft cock be damned. huffing once, shiro takes a backward step from the bed. ]
For now… let’s get you fixed up. [ and then he’s turning with the next step, padding to the other end of the cube to get to his locker. it’s already unlocked and partially open. after a short rummaging, he finds the item of choice and then backtracks to the bed. as he approaches, he adopts a sheepish look about himself, holding the item up for an easier view. ]
Keep in mind that I didn’t choose this. Everyone in class got the same model.
[ see? not freaky shaped. just… cute shaped?? ]
[ keith cranes his head as shiro rummages through his locker. from his spot on the bed, he doesn't actually get a proper look inside, but a newfound curiosity for what kinds of knick-knacks shiro deems worthy of holding onto makes him twist anyway. not that shiro is gone long, soon enough he returns to the bed with the plug in his hands and keith can't helping huffing a laugh at the soft bunny tail.
sure, now he's got questions about which class shiro even attended, but an extended imagined hypothetical world in which his boyfriend is seriously into pet play fetishes only makes keith fluster. dropping that thought immediately, he instead relaxes, head resting on the pillow. ]
But you kept it, so... you must like it?
[ more teasing than serious. sometimes it's easier to just throw the random crap provided in class into a locker to rot. keith would know about that, too swallowing, keith shifts his gaze from the ceiling back to the toy in shiro's hands, assessing. it's smaller than shiro's cock for starters, which is reassuring, but he can't help wondering about how it'll feel inside. ]
Heh. What would you have picked for yourself if not?
sure, now he's got questions about which class shiro even attended, but an extended imagined hypothetical world in which his boyfriend is seriously into pet play fetishes only makes keith fluster. dropping that thought immediately, he instead relaxes, head resting on the pillow. ]
But you kept it, so... you must like it?
[ more teasing than serious. sometimes it's easier to just throw the random crap provided in class into a locker to rot. keith would know about that, too swallowing, keith shifts his gaze from the ceiling back to the toy in shiro's hands, assessing. it's smaller than shiro's cock for starters, which is reassuring, but he can't help wondering about how it'll feel inside. ]
Heh. What would you have picked for yourself if not?
[ that would be the logical conclusion, wouldn’t it? you kept it, so you must like it. yes and no? it’s not as though shiro walked out of that classroom with this plug in hand, immediately thinking keith. they’re in prison and while this compound is far more giving in resources than shiro’s previous experience of alien prison, he is of the habit of hoarding anything given to him. when anatomy is greatly hampered, one must take advantage of every available avenue; who knows if or when such a toy could come in handy. maybe he could have traded it for something more useful from another inmate. now, of course, that option is off the table, but the point stands: he kept it for strategic means, not because he thought keith would look nice plugged.
… that’s such a farce.
denial only works until keith asks a second question. before, shiro had given a noncommittal hum, neither confirming nor denying that must like it inquiry. put on the spot, shiro fails at maintaining that poker face, instantly giving with a blink that softens his features and has him looking younger. he doesn’t shuffle, so there’s that one, saving grace, but he does fiddle with the bunny plug, twisting it over in his hands. mouth opens, hesitation hits, and he stalls for one beat, two, before doing the foolish thing of answering honestly. ]
… There was one during class…
[ it was, unfortunately, not the model given out to the eight or so inmates who attended that lecture, but it did make the display table. he shifts onto the mattress then, crawling back between keith’s legs, the split focus helping the words come easier. ]
It had a base like a rocket ship. [ hearing himself, he has to pause and laugh. amazingly, he keeps going, though. ] It had nothing on the one taking the Persephone up, of course, but…
[ settled, shiro sits on his knees, ass resting on his heels. ]
It was kind of… I don’t know. [ a one shouldered, casual shrug. ] Fitting?
… that’s such a farce.
denial only works until keith asks a second question. before, shiro had given a noncommittal hum, neither confirming nor denying that must like it inquiry. put on the spot, shiro fails at maintaining that poker face, instantly giving with a blink that softens his features and has him looking younger. he doesn’t shuffle, so there’s that one, saving grace, but he does fiddle with the bunny plug, twisting it over in his hands. mouth opens, hesitation hits, and he stalls for one beat, two, before doing the foolish thing of answering honestly. ]
… There was one during class…
[ it was, unfortunately, not the model given out to the eight or so inmates who attended that lecture, but it did make the display table. he shifts onto the mattress then, crawling back between keith’s legs, the split focus helping the words come easier. ]
It had a base like a rocket ship. [ hearing himself, he has to pause and laugh. amazingly, he keeps going, though. ] It had nothing on the one taking the Persephone up, of course, but…
[ settled, shiro sits on his knees, ass resting on his heels. ]
It was kind of… I don’t know. [ a one shouldered, casual shrug. ] Fitting?
[ Honestly, keith has no fucking clue what kind of answers might come out of this line of questioning because he himself is not a connoisseur of butt plugs. having lived in porn prison for as long as he has makes it impossible not to be aware of the range of harmless to horrifying shapes, sizes and colors, but... ]
A rocket ship?
[ forgive him for sputtering on a laugh. keith himself couldn't explain what exactly it is that's funny here. the fact space-themed sex toys exist at all, or the fact that his boyfriend is an absolutely unbelievable nerd. fuck. maybe it's both, with a sprinkling of relief from knowing that shiro isn't into pet play specifically that's gotten keith feeling particularly tickled.
whatever the case is, the belly laugh doesn't subside quickly, but keith struggles all the same to recompose himself, expression still amused but adoring as he looks up at shiro through the side split of his legs. ]
Yeah, I'm pretty sure that kind of rocket ship would have to be fitting by nature.
[ he snorts, clears his throat and gives the fingers in his ass an enticing wiggle in pseudo-apology. ]
You should have taken it if you liked it, Shiro.
A rocket ship?
[ forgive him for sputtering on a laugh. keith himself couldn't explain what exactly it is that's funny here. the fact space-themed sex toys exist at all, or the fact that his boyfriend is an absolutely unbelievable nerd. fuck. maybe it's both, with a sprinkling of relief from knowing that shiro isn't into pet play specifically that's gotten keith feeling particularly tickled.
whatever the case is, the belly laugh doesn't subside quickly, but keith struggles all the same to recompose himself, expression still amused but adoring as he looks up at shiro through the side split of his legs. ]
Yeah, I'm pretty sure that kind of rocket ship would have to be fitting by nature.
[ he snorts, clears his throat and gives the fingers in his ass an enticing wiggle in pseudo-apology. ]
You should have taken it if you liked it, Shiro.
at this rate, we'll be doing this thread longer than titanic
earthshine
2023-04-14 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ yes, yes, shiro will forgive keith for laughing. at him, he tacks on in mind. again, he’s falling into some ridiculous stereotype. first, a military man developing an authority kink. now, an astronaut having a preference for space-themed toys designed for the ass. guess that means he should really emphasize the ass in astronaut. huffing at his own thought process and then outright chuckling to keith’s little zinger of a joke, shiro rolls his eyes and prods at keith’s hand.
keith’s done a relatively good job of blocking the drip and flow, but that isn’t to say it isn’t a mess there anyway. scooping up the splattered mixture sticking to keith’s skin in various spots between cheeks, between thighs, shiro transfers it to the curved end of the plug. ]
And catch another misconduct for stealing? [ he catches keith’s eye around his leg. ] No thanks.
[ the last time that happened, he wound up in a dress for a week. not shiro’s opinion of a good time. besides, the opportunity is long past; not much to do about it now other than to forget it and move on. ]
This’ll have to do. [ a beat and another prod at the back of keith’s hand, bringing the plug down closer. ] So c’mon… let’s be quick with this switch. Count us down?
[ … three, two, one, blast off? yeah, truly is a shame this isn't a rocket ship. ]
keith’s done a relatively good job of blocking the drip and flow, but that isn’t to say it isn’t a mess there anyway. scooping up the splattered mixture sticking to keith’s skin in various spots between cheeks, between thighs, shiro transfers it to the curved end of the plug. ]
And catch another misconduct for stealing? [ he catches keith’s eye around his leg. ] No thanks.
[ the last time that happened, he wound up in a dress for a week. not shiro’s opinion of a good time. besides, the opportunity is long past; not much to do about it now other than to forget it and move on. ]
This’ll have to do. [ a beat and another prod at the back of keith’s hand, bringing the plug down closer. ] So c’mon… let’s be quick with this switch. Count us down?
[ … three, two, one, blast off? yeah, truly is a shame this isn't a rocket ship. ]
[ ah yes, the ever-looming threat of a misconduct. all things considered, perhaps keith ought to be more concerned about those, but ... he isn't. at least not for offenses he sees as relatively minor in nature. trying to get into places that I've been deemed off-limits? sure. he'll think twice about that, but for taking sex toys in a place that's actively trying to encourage sexual activity? not so much.
but with nothing to gain from having this debate with shiro, keith makes a mental note to keep an eye out for this fabled rocket plug. for entirely innocent reasons, of course.
for now, he watches his boyfriend smearing slick around the plug with a mix of genuine curiosity and trepidation. despite knowing the insertion of it won't be uncomfortable so long as he stays nice and relaxed for it, it's still something new going in his ass. keith expels a huff of nervous laughter, then: ]
Okay, we'll do a countdown. If you insist, mission control.
[ why yes, keith is still a little too tickled by shiro's fondness for space-themed sex, but at least he isn't outright laughing anymore? taking a slow, deliberately deep breath, keith counts off: ]
In three, two, one... [ lift off? keith almost makes the joke, but in the moment he pulls sticky fingers free, all he manages is an audible gasp as his hole flutters and gapes. ]
but with nothing to gain from having this debate with shiro, keith makes a mental note to keep an eye out for this fabled rocket plug. for entirely innocent reasons, of course.
for now, he watches his boyfriend smearing slick around the plug with a mix of genuine curiosity and trepidation. despite knowing the insertion of it won't be uncomfortable so long as he stays nice and relaxed for it, it's still something new going in his ass. keith expels a huff of nervous laughter, then: ]
Okay, we'll do a countdown. If you insist, mission control.
[ why yes, keith is still a little too tickled by shiro's fondness for space-themed sex, but at least he isn't outright laughing anymore? taking a slow, deliberately deep breath, keith counts off: ]
In three, two, one... [ lift off? keith almost makes the joke, but in the moment he pulls sticky fingers free, all he manages is an audible gasp as his hole flutters and gapes. ]
[ yes, he does insist. charmed by keith’s willingness to continually indulge him, shiro grins and readies the plug, gaze oscillating between meeting keith’s and eyeing the placement of those fingers. keith is the stronger of the two; he resists the low hanging fruit of a very obvious, very cringe joke.
shiro does not.
so when that hand shifts and glistening fingers slide free, shiro notches the plug to that wet, fluttery hole, immediately picking up where keith left off. ]
We have ignition. [ a bit of pressure and the tapered end of the plug slips inside, easily fitting due to the looseness of that thoroughly fucked hole. ] And liftoff of the Bunny 1, the first of its kind to dock to the Keith Space Station.
[ it’s neither long, nor wide, so it doesn’t take long for the entirety of the plug to settle inside. shiro gives the fluff ball a brief drag of his fingers as he pulls away to survey his work. ]
Mission success… and a cute one at that. [ shifting his gaze to keith’s face, shiro quirks a hopeful smile. ] Wanna roll over and give me a full look?
shiro does not.
so when that hand shifts and glistening fingers slide free, shiro notches the plug to that wet, fluttery hole, immediately picking up where keith left off. ]
We have ignition. [ a bit of pressure and the tapered end of the plug slips inside, easily fitting due to the looseness of that thoroughly fucked hole. ] And liftoff of the Bunny 1, the first of its kind to dock to the Keith Space Station.
[ it’s neither long, nor wide, so it doesn’t take long for the entirety of the plug to settle inside. shiro gives the fluff ball a brief drag of his fingers as he pulls away to survey his work. ]
Mission success… and a cute one at that. [ shifting his gaze to keith’s face, shiro quirks a hopeful smile. ] Wanna roll over and give me a full look?
[ insofar that keith had any expectations for a first involving butt plugs, the possibility that it would happen while shiro is spouting off a horrible bit about space launches had not crossed his mind. ever. shiro makes it actually impossible to remember being nervous in the first place because even with the unfamiliar press of cool silicone on his ass, he's too busy laughing.
the bunny`? keith space station? what the ever living fuck, and why is any of this an actual delight? the plug slots in with little resistance, though the unfamiliar shape of it makes keith squirm as shiro gives the cottontail a parting pull before release. ]
You're an unbelievable nerd, you know that? How many bunny ships are there?
[ his nerd, though and everything about his tone and sweet heart expression is another unspoken i love you. taking a moment to re-center, keith clenches experimentally, making the tail wiggle, though it remains firmly planted inside. ]
Heh. Feels kinda weird.
[ but not unpleasant, so of course, keith obliges with a roll onto his stomach and pushes himself up onto his hands and knees to rock his hips from side to side. ]
HOw's that?
the bunny`? keith space station? what the ever living fuck, and why is any of this an actual delight? the plug slots in with little resistance, though the unfamiliar shape of it makes keith squirm as shiro gives the cottontail a parting pull before release. ]
You're an unbelievable nerd, you know that? How many bunny ships are there?
[ his nerd, though and everything about his tone and sweet heart expression is another unspoken i love you. taking a moment to re-center, keith clenches experimentally, making the tail wiggle, though it remains firmly planted inside. ]
Heh. Feels kinda weird.
[ but not unpleasant, so of course, keith obliges with a roll onto his stomach and pushes himself up onto his hands and knees to rock his hips from side to side. ]
HOw's that?
[ hey now. no need for name calling. shiro’s grinning, though, no offense taken. impossible to even pretend to when keith’s voice is like that: sweet, joyful, affectionate, laced with laughter. shiro’s a touch moony in the eyes, too, fondness overflowing. ]
One right now, but depending on how this launch goes… who knows.
[ truthfully, shiro hasn’t given butt plugs all that much thought, either. they’d never been a thing in his bedroom activities with adam. he’s starting to see the appeal, though, of keeping his partner full and loose. maybe bunny 2 will be a larger plug, to keep keith properly stretched so, next time, when they wake up, shiro can slip right inside. it’d be nice to fuck the drowsiness away, both of them sweet with sleep but hungry for closeness.
yes. next time. he’ll need to talk to keith about it later. for now, keith rolls over. not just that, he spoils shiro by propping himself up and wiggling his ass. this boy – fuck. shiro is deeply sated from their numerous couplings, but he’s still a very gay man with a very attractive boyfriend, so it doesn’t take more than an ass wiggle for him to want. his body will not be cooperating with his heart and brain, unfortunately, not until he’s had time to rest.
shame.
he makes an approving sound and reaches forward, catching keith at those swaying hips. a squeeze and a bracing of his arms gets them to stop. it’s then that he leans down to press a kiss to the top of his ass, right below the dimples at his lower back. ]
Very cute.
[ lifting up, shiro backs off to survey keith’s ass and… it isn’t bruised, exactly, but the redness left behind by his spanking hasn't dissipated. cute isn’t the word for how that looks. again, he’s only reminded of how exhausted he is when his dick has no energy left to even twitch at that attractive view. ]
Do you think you can sleep with it in? Because as much as I’m enjoying the view… you wore me out.
One right now, but depending on how this launch goes… who knows.
[ truthfully, shiro hasn’t given butt plugs all that much thought, either. they’d never been a thing in his bedroom activities with adam. he’s starting to see the appeal, though, of keeping his partner full and loose. maybe bunny 2 will be a larger plug, to keep keith properly stretched so, next time, when they wake up, shiro can slip right inside. it’d be nice to fuck the drowsiness away, both of them sweet with sleep but hungry for closeness.
yes. next time. he’ll need to talk to keith about it later. for now, keith rolls over. not just that, he spoils shiro by propping himself up and wiggling his ass. this boy – fuck. shiro is deeply sated from their numerous couplings, but he’s still a very gay man with a very attractive boyfriend, so it doesn’t take more than an ass wiggle for him to want. his body will not be cooperating with his heart and brain, unfortunately, not until he’s had time to rest.
shame.
he makes an approving sound and reaches forward, catching keith at those swaying hips. a squeeze and a bracing of his arms gets them to stop. it’s then that he leans down to press a kiss to the top of his ass, right below the dimples at his lower back. ]
Very cute.
[ lifting up, shiro backs off to survey keith’s ass and… it isn’t bruised, exactly, but the redness left behind by his spanking hasn't dissipated. cute isn’t the word for how that looks. again, he’s only reminded of how exhausted he is when his dick has no energy left to even twitch at that attractive view. ]
Do you think you can sleep with it in? Because as much as I’m enjoying the view… you wore me out.
[ hips caught, keith twists to look over his shoulder just in time to watch shiro leaving a chaste kiss just above the split of cheeks. not knowing what to do with that filth-laced sweetness, keith warms around the face and has to laugh away the ...heh, bunnies in his stomach. ]
If I don't move around too much, maybe?
[ keith wouldn't know. it's not as though he's ever conducted the experiment of falling asleep while penetrated. the number of firsts that have ome up in the last hour alone is a little staggering, though keith takes it in stride. carefully, he lowers himself down to forearms, ass nad hips still up high and caught between shiro's hands. ]
When were you thinking of taking it out?
If I don't move around too much, maybe?
[ keith wouldn't know. it's not as though he's ever conducted the experiment of falling asleep while penetrated. the number of firsts that have ome up in the last hour alone is a little staggering, though keith takes it in stride. carefully, he lowers himself down to forearms, ass nad hips still up high and caught between shiro's hands. ]
When were you thinking of taking it out?
[ … stop tempting his exhausted dick, keith. the curve of keith’s spine is a pretty thing and, naturally, shiro takes great interest in it as the front goes low and the ass stays high. he flexes his fingers, giving keith’s hips dual squeezes – in warning? in approval? in a bit of both? – and then breathes out the tension, softening his hands. ]
When we wake up.
[ with that, he finally lets go of those captive hips and moves back, granting keith the space to make himself comfortable. shiro does much the same, part shuffling, part crawling to the stretch of bed beside keith. as he lies down on his side, hitting the pillow first with his hand to fluff it, shiro tacks on a sly: ]
Maybe I’ll fuck you again before we finally tidy up and become respectable prisoners again.
When we wake up.
[ with that, he finally lets go of those captive hips and moves back, granting keith the space to make himself comfortable. shiro does much the same, part shuffling, part crawling to the stretch of bed beside keith. as he lies down on his side, hitting the pillow first with his hand to fluff it, shiro tacks on a sly: ]
Maybe I’ll fuck you again before we finally tidy up and become respectable prisoners again.
[ after one final squeeze, shiro moves away and shuffles to roll on his side. in spite of his newfound freedom, keith stays put for another beat, then gingerly straightens out one leg after the other to gently lower his belly to the bed. sticky from head to toe, keith drops his face onto a pillow and ets out a muffled noise that's part groan and part relief.
allowing himself go boneless for a moment, keith breathes in the faintly sweaty musk of the sheets before twisting just his face to look at his boyfriend beside him. ]
Maybe.
[ repeated with a heavy dose of exaggerated incredulity, keith reaches across to playfully swat at shiro's pec. ]
You better. Otherwise, it'll be old-timer instead of daddy from here on out.
allowing himself go boneless for a moment, keith breathes in the faintly sweaty musk of the sheets before twisting just his face to look at his boyfriend beside him. ]
Maybe.
[ repeated with a heavy dose of exaggerated incredulity, keith reaches across to playfully swat at shiro's pec. ]
You better. Otherwise, it'll be old-timer instead of daddy from here on out.
[ first name calling, now physical abuse?? keith’s hand connects and while it isn’t anywhere near forceful enough to knock the wind out of him, shiro exaggerates his exhale. oof is somewhere in there and then he’s capturing that weapon, clutching it tight as he flattens their combined hands to the pillowed space between their faces. a scoot, a drag, and he locks eyes with keith over their hands, mouth flipping up in a smirk. ]
Just for that, I’m gonna fuck you twice.
[ the would-be punishment is sounding a lot like a reward. undeterred, he laughs and lets go of keith’s hand, reaching out to trace his spine instead. ]
And because I’m such a generous daddy – [ and not old-timer. ] – I’ll let you redeem yourself with another go at riding me.
[ it’s right about then that he gets to the bottom of his spine. a quick walk of his fingers and – bop, he gives the fluff a playful tap. ]
Just for that, I’m gonna fuck you twice.
[ the would-be punishment is sounding a lot like a reward. undeterred, he laughs and lets go of keith’s hand, reaching out to trace his spine instead. ]
And because I’m such a generous daddy – [ and not old-timer. ] – I’ll let you redeem yourself with another go at riding me.
[ it’s right about then that he gets to the bottom of his spine. a quick walk of his fingers and – bop, he gives the fluff a playful tap. ]
[ and like clockwork, as soon as shiro gives the bunny1 a tap, keith gasps and squirms as the plug nudges something sensitive. keith starts to twist in an attempt to swat shiro's hand away, only to stop with a half-startled moan as the plug burrows a little deeper with the stretch. ]
Ah - don't. It's really sensitive, Shiro....
[ with a tiny grimace, keith carefully straightens back out, face planted in the pillow. ]
It was nice. In that position, I mean. Just kinda hard to focus because I like looking at you so much.
Ah - don't. It's really sensitive, Shiro....
[ with a tiny grimace, keith carefully straightens back out, face planted in the pillow. ]
It was nice. In that position, I mean. Just kinda hard to focus because I like looking at you so much.
[ truthfully, shiro isn’t surprised by keith’s confession. it’s heart stoppingly obvious in keith’s eyes and in the perfect shape of his gasping mouth, but it’s always nice to hear it stated so simply. i like looking at you so much. yeah? shiro’s lips twist up, finding a boyish curve as he keeps his gaze on that half-hidden, pillow smooshed face. ]
I like looking at you, too.
[ which means he’s often looking at keith, taking note of subtleties. now isn’t any different. as adoring as he is of that ridiculously cute fluff, shiro gives the stiffness of keith’s stretched body and the carefulness of his movements another thought. palm gingerly rested at the small of keith’s back, shiro rubs in a gentle, soothing motion. ]
We can take it out. [ especially if the oddity of it is forcing keith to consider sleeping on his belly. anticipating an immediate decline, shiro reassures with a playful: ] I’ll still give you a nice fuck in the morning… but I want you to be comfortable.
[ … and he kind of, sort of, really wants to hold keith, so if it’s the plug or spooning… well. ]
I like looking at you, too.
[ which means he’s often looking at keith, taking note of subtleties. now isn’t any different. as adoring as he is of that ridiculously cute fluff, shiro gives the stiffness of keith’s stretched body and the carefulness of his movements another thought. palm gingerly rested at the small of keith’s back, shiro rubs in a gentle, soothing motion. ]
We can take it out. [ especially if the oddity of it is forcing keith to consider sleeping on his belly. anticipating an immediate decline, shiro reassures with a playful: ] I’ll still give you a nice fuck in the morning… but I want you to be comfortable.
[ … and he kind of, sort of, really wants to hold keith, so if it’s the plug or spooning… well. ]
[ shiro is right to anticipate an immediate refusal, though something about getting pre-emptive reassurance on the fuck schedule makes keith laugh rather than protest.
it's just... kind of amazing, isn't it? even last night the question of them having sex was still up in the air, despite a mutual agreement to at least try on keith's birthday. so the matter is completely settled between them then? a fluttery yet contented feeling settles in keiths' stomach then, a warm smile spreading as he turns his face back towards his boyfriend. ]
Good. [[ and with that, he reaches across to squeeze a muscular shoulder. ] But your Bunny1 can stay in. It's not uncomfortable. It's just -- I'm not used to moving around with something hard inside. It makes me think of you.
[ here, the smile turns a little shy, the hand tracing down shiro's arm to rest on his elbow. ]
And how good it feels when you fuck me. But I can't have that right now, so...
it's just... kind of amazing, isn't it? even last night the question of them having sex was still up in the air, despite a mutual agreement to at least try on keith's birthday. so the matter is completely settled between them then? a fluttery yet contented feeling settles in keiths' stomach then, a warm smile spreading as he turns his face back towards his boyfriend. ]
Good. [[ and with that, he reaches across to squeeze a muscular shoulder. ] But your Bunny1 can stay in. It's not uncomfortable. It's just -- I'm not used to moving around with something hard inside. It makes me think of you.
[ here, the smile turns a little shy, the hand tracing down shiro's arm to rest on his elbow. ]
And how good it feels when you fuck me. But I can't have that right now, so...
[ so he’ll take what he can get? in this case, a smaller, shorter, mostly stationary plug? keith has gone all shy but shiro has not. he beams wide, delighted both from keith’s willingness to keep his cum tightly dammed up inside and his readiness to admit that shiro is the immediate thought in his head. hand still at his lower back, shiro curls his fingers, blunt nails catching gently. ]
Sorry, baby… like I said, you wore me out.
[ a quick nap, that’s all he needs. maybe his body will kickstart awake in the middle of the night; would keith be opposed to round four then? the idea of having his sleep interrupted used to be a constant. shiro’s bout of insomnia hasn’t dissipated entirely, but he has managed to keep the worst of the nightmares away ever since keith started sharing his bed. unsurprising, he thinks, because who wouldn’t sleep well with this beautiful boy snuggled close, shiro sometimes waking to a nose at his throat and other times, coming awake to a mouth full of tangled hair. it’s more than a warm body sleeping beside him, though. it’s because it’s keith, the only one capable of pulling off the impossible feat of making shiro feel safe.
the thump-thump of his heart beats harder with this wave of fondness; heart spun, shiro is sweet and doting, leaning over to kiss keith’s shoulder. one, two and then he lets up on that hard pressure, resting his head back on the pillow, ever closer. ]
How about instead, I hold you until you fall asleep?
Sorry, baby… like I said, you wore me out.
[ a quick nap, that’s all he needs. maybe his body will kickstart awake in the middle of the night; would keith be opposed to round four then? the idea of having his sleep interrupted used to be a constant. shiro’s bout of insomnia hasn’t dissipated entirely, but he has managed to keep the worst of the nightmares away ever since keith started sharing his bed. unsurprising, he thinks, because who wouldn’t sleep well with this beautiful boy snuggled close, shiro sometimes waking to a nose at his throat and other times, coming awake to a mouth full of tangled hair. it’s more than a warm body sleeping beside him, though. it’s because it’s keith, the only one capable of pulling off the impossible feat of making shiro feel safe.
the thump-thump of his heart beats harder with this wave of fondness; heart spun, shiro is sweet and doting, leaning over to kiss keith’s shoulder. one, two and then he lets up on that hard pressure, resting his head back on the pillow, ever closer. ]
How about instead, I hold you until you fall asleep?
[ after that extensive whirlwind tour through various kinks that's left a plug in his ass, and a ruddy handprint on his cheeks, there really shouldn't be anything left that shiro can do to make keith fluster at this point. if anything, daddy should have been the end of all flustering, but then shiro presses a tender kiss to keith's shoulder and he simply melts.
body going lax, he surrenders himself fully to the warm fluttering in his chest and the swoop of his stomach. it's nice. more than nice. to be getting softer kisses and affection from his boyfriend, and while it hits a diffferent kind of intensity, his whole body rumbles with a loud satisfied purr. ]
Ok. I'd like that.
[ always has, for as long as they've shared a bed. falling asleep to shiro's arms around him has quickly become keith's favorite new way of falling asleep, but it comes with one caveat that keith voices as he gently rolls onto his side, facing shiro with a smile. ]
But I wanna wake up to you holding me, too.
[ because wakign up in the middle of the night to an empty bed that time had left keith wondering where shiro had gone and who hw was sleeping with. in hindsight, it's funny to think that shiro had gone to their old glory house and they'd been together throughout, but....
with a schooch, keith throws his arm over shiro's waist possessively. ]
YOu can do that for me, right daddy?
body going lax, he surrenders himself fully to the warm fluttering in his chest and the swoop of his stomach. it's nice. more than nice. to be getting softer kisses and affection from his boyfriend, and while it hits a diffferent kind of intensity, his whole body rumbles with a loud satisfied purr. ]
Ok. I'd like that.
[ always has, for as long as they've shared a bed. falling asleep to shiro's arms around him has quickly become keith's favorite new way of falling asleep, but it comes with one caveat that keith voices as he gently rolls onto his side, facing shiro with a smile. ]
But I wanna wake up to you holding me, too.
[ because wakign up in the middle of the night to an empty bed that time had left keith wondering where shiro had gone and who hw was sleeping with. in hindsight, it's funny to think that shiro had gone to their old glory house and they'd been together throughout, but....
with a schooch, keith throws his arm over shiro's waist possessively. ]
YOu can do that for me, right daddy?
[ the kickup of that purr is an unfair tactic; shiro is immensely weak for that. not that he'd been remotely considering the idea of not holding this boy until morning. still, caught both with the arm around his waist and that expertly dropped daddy, shiro can do little else other than nod. ]
Yeah. [ soft, breathy and highlighted with a smile. ] I can do that for you.
[ arm already draped, shiro secures the curl of that arm and brings keith closer until he is thoroughly and comfortably tucked into his chest. the sheet is… somewhere, crumbled up and kicked around from all their earlier haste. the opportunity to grab it and fix it over themselves is long gone though; no chance shiro is moving now. that's fine. shared body heat is enough with the temperature of the room.
his lips find keith's temple and then he's burying half his face back into the pillow, closing his eyes. ]
Happy birthday, Keith.
[ did he check-off everything he'd meant to? he took keith to the fair, won him a ridiculous plush, brought him home, fucked him… yeah. he even managed to fit in some spanks for the birthday boy. he should've gotten him something sweet at the fair; planned ahead with a candle or something similar and sung the familiar lines, just to hit all the traditions.
ah, well. hopefully he filled in well enough for anything keith could've wished for. ]
Sweet dreams.
Yeah. [ soft, breathy and highlighted with a smile. ] I can do that for you.
[ arm already draped, shiro secures the curl of that arm and brings keith closer until he is thoroughly and comfortably tucked into his chest. the sheet is… somewhere, crumbled up and kicked around from all their earlier haste. the opportunity to grab it and fix it over themselves is long gone though; no chance shiro is moving now. that's fine. shared body heat is enough with the temperature of the room.
his lips find keith's temple and then he's burying half his face back into the pillow, closing his eyes. ]
Happy birthday, Keith.
[ did he check-off everything he'd meant to? he took keith to the fair, won him a ridiculous plush, brought him home, fucked him… yeah. he even managed to fit in some spanks for the birthday boy. he should've gotten him something sweet at the fair; planned ahead with a candle or something similar and sung the familiar lines, just to hit all the traditions.
ah, well. hopefully he filled in well enough for anything keith could've wished for. ]
Sweet dreams.
[ it’s been a rough week. shiro isn’t the type to believe in an arbitrary cut-off for a recurring time table, as though one bad week will be put behind him if he waits it out from saturday to sunday, with a fresh week starting anew with blank pages and an absence of all his prior mistakes. he’s put himself in this mess and until he cleans it up, it’s going to be bad week after bad week, because nothing feels right when he’s meant to exist with an empty, keith-shaped spot beside him.
he’s seen keith, of course, but that’s the extent of it. no shared laughter, no secretive smiles, no kissing, no holding, no fucking… – there’s an awkwardness between them now, one that doesn’t pit them as strangers to one another like a break-up would, but something edging ever closer to that. it’s bringing up some sour memories. this isn’t like his break-up to adam. it’s not a break-up at all; they’re fine. but shiro does remember that ever present, anxious feeling whenever he left his newly moved into, garrison provided single-dwelling. part worried, part annoyed at the never-ending chance of running across his ex-fiancé in the halls, the cafeteria, the officer lounge.
it’s not like that with keith, he reminds himself. the stark difference here is that he wants to see keith, even though every interaction of the past week has left him hollowed out and guilty, continually at a loss of how to rectify the misunderstanding between them. the problem here is that although he does recognize that he misspoke in an explanation that didn’t explain anything at all – we weren’t ourselves, keith – there’s also a part of him that stubbornly resists any obligation to explain himself. or god forbid, apologize.
… but hell, retiring every night to this bed that is far too large now, has weakened that resistance. he’s spent more of his life sleeping alone than he has sleeping with someone beside him, so theoretically, he should be better suited to sleeping alone. he’s not. it’s always particularly difficult to relearn how to sleep alone. frankly, he doesn’t want to relearn how to do that, because there are no words to adequately describe how wonderful it is to open his eyes each morning and find his best friend snuggled against him.
he can’t endure another morning without that. he can’t toss and turn through an entire night again, either.
if he showed up at keith’s cube right now, just as he is – empty-handed and a touch droopy-eyed from another horrid night – keith would likely accept him anyway. but shiro increases his odds by first taking a shower and then heading off to the dining hall to get some food in him. though his brain tells him he doesn’t have much of an appetite, his stomach disagrees. loudly. so he goes and he gets, settling on something quick by raiding the pastries. he specifically pilfers away a few extra, thinking that a peace offering of sugary sweetness can only help his chances of getting in the door.
turns out he’s wrong, because he never gets to keith’s cube.
see, he saw the broadcast this morning. it was concerning, of course, especially the lack of details of what is deemed punishable, but having dealt with confusing, not at all reliable rules on what these aliens deem enforceable, shiro’s decided that setting things right with keith takes far more precedence than doing the prudent thing of hunkering down in his cube.
it’s a mistake.
apparently, walking out of dining with extra food is now considered an offense. hoarder, greedy, taking more than his fair share… the sentries are not having it. and so shiro lets them lead him away. anxious, but assuming it will be little more than an inconvenience of time and a slap on the wrist, shiro cooperates all the way to some new structure that is still in the process of being built. everything after that is a whirlwind of escalating atrocities.
he probably shouldn’t have busted that first sentry that tried to rough him around into following the command of full-body stripping. the remaining sentries – and a few more that appear from somewhere – are on him shortly after that, jabbing him with something that makes everything foggy and rather pleasant after that. neutralized by a drug that makes him compliant and absent of inhibitors, shiro winds up naked shortly thereafter.
mostly.
because they clap a collar on him, fasten belted ropes around him, and hook up… a contraption. if he’s so greedy for second and third helpings, then he should make no protests to whoever decides to unzip and cum dump in the funnel, right? either way, shiro’s too warm, too antsy, and too out of it to care, his muffled noises accentuated by the funnel. ]
( ooc: so the fanart but without the panties and the funnel connection is shorter? I DON'T KNOW IF THAT'S WHAT THIS FANART IS SUPPOSED TO BE but let's go with that. fanart by BlopNSFW @ twitter )
he’s seen keith, of course, but that’s the extent of it. no shared laughter, no secretive smiles, no kissing, no holding, no fucking… – there’s an awkwardness between them now, one that doesn’t pit them as strangers to one another like a break-up would, but something edging ever closer to that. it’s bringing up some sour memories. this isn’t like his break-up to adam. it’s not a break-up at all; they’re fine. but shiro does remember that ever present, anxious feeling whenever he left his newly moved into, garrison provided single-dwelling. part worried, part annoyed at the never-ending chance of running across his ex-fiancé in the halls, the cafeteria, the officer lounge.
it’s not like that with keith, he reminds himself. the stark difference here is that he wants to see keith, even though every interaction of the past week has left him hollowed out and guilty, continually at a loss of how to rectify the misunderstanding between them. the problem here is that although he does recognize that he misspoke in an explanation that didn’t explain anything at all – we weren’t ourselves, keith – there’s also a part of him that stubbornly resists any obligation to explain himself. or god forbid, apologize.
… but hell, retiring every night to this bed that is far too large now, has weakened that resistance. he’s spent more of his life sleeping alone than he has sleeping with someone beside him, so theoretically, he should be better suited to sleeping alone. he’s not. it’s always particularly difficult to relearn how to sleep alone. frankly, he doesn’t want to relearn how to do that, because there are no words to adequately describe how wonderful it is to open his eyes each morning and find his best friend snuggled against him.
he can’t endure another morning without that. he can’t toss and turn through an entire night again, either.
if he showed up at keith’s cube right now, just as he is – empty-handed and a touch droopy-eyed from another horrid night – keith would likely accept him anyway. but shiro increases his odds by first taking a shower and then heading off to the dining hall to get some food in him. though his brain tells him he doesn’t have much of an appetite, his stomach disagrees. loudly. so he goes and he gets, settling on something quick by raiding the pastries. he specifically pilfers away a few extra, thinking that a peace offering of sugary sweetness can only help his chances of getting in the door.
turns out he’s wrong, because he never gets to keith’s cube.
see, he saw the broadcast this morning. it was concerning, of course, especially the lack of details of what is deemed punishable, but having dealt with confusing, not at all reliable rules on what these aliens deem enforceable, shiro’s decided that setting things right with keith takes far more precedence than doing the prudent thing of hunkering down in his cube.
it’s a mistake.
apparently, walking out of dining with extra food is now considered an offense. hoarder, greedy, taking more than his fair share… the sentries are not having it. and so shiro lets them lead him away. anxious, but assuming it will be little more than an inconvenience of time and a slap on the wrist, shiro cooperates all the way to some new structure that is still in the process of being built. everything after that is a whirlwind of escalating atrocities.
he probably shouldn’t have busted that first sentry that tried to rough him around into following the command of full-body stripping. the remaining sentries – and a few more that appear from somewhere – are on him shortly after that, jabbing him with something that makes everything foggy and rather pleasant after that. neutralized by a drug that makes him compliant and absent of inhibitors, shiro winds up naked shortly thereafter.
mostly.
because they clap a collar on him, fasten belted ropes around him, and hook up… a contraption. if he’s so greedy for second and third helpings, then he should make no protests to whoever decides to unzip and cum dump in the funnel, right? either way, shiro’s too warm, too antsy, and too out of it to care, his muffled noises accentuated by the funnel. ]
( ooc: so the fanart but without the panties and the funnel connection is shorter? I DON'T KNOW IF THAT'S WHAT THIS FANART IS SUPPOSED TO BE but let's go with that. fanart by BlopNSFW @ twitter )
Edited (cw ok, i always forget) 2023-06-24 14:35 (UTC)
[ in less than a week, it seems as though every seam holding keith's world together is pulling apart. it all started with the confusion and heartache of dialed-back affection from shiro which has spiraled into something impossible to navigate and has bled out into the further destabilization of reparacija itself.
of course, the two events aren't causally related, but timed one after another, it's hard not to be constantly uneasy over the escalation of dreary uncertainty. they're supposed to be stronger together, weathering whatever storms come their way, but these days they sleep apart and keep conversation at such a superficial level that keith would almost prefer not talking at all.
but that isn't what keith actually wants. he wants to be with shiro, and have his boyfriend back, even though it's unbearably lonely to be in love. because yeah, sure, neither of them were in their right minds when i love you was freely traded back and forth, but keith can't pretend that it hasn't knocked something into alignment in his soul.
in some sick way, this sudden distance is familiar. keith had never been in love with the shiro from his reality, but their friendship hasn't been the same. here in prison, it feels a lot like watching history repeat itself, slow and cruel. keith hates it with ever atom in his body, but he doesn't know how to pretend or lie about his feelings the way shiro wants him to.
so maybe the newly established warden and his ominous threats are actually a blessing in disguise. surely this warrants discussion together? long after the space wolf's fallen asleep after listening to keith talk himself in mental circles, he finally gets up. armed with nothing but speculation however, keith decides he ought to go to shiro's cube with something more useful. scoping out the new construction site that's just been rushed to completion would at least be a starting point.
it's still early enough to avoid some repercussions for breaking curfew, but with limited time on his hands, keith hurriedly makes it toward the completed construction site to find a stage. having been in porn prison long enough, keith has no doubts as to why this stage was fucking built in the first place, but soon enough it's not the assortment of horrible bondage rigs that holds his attention. ]
...Shiro?
[ keith almost doesn't recognize him because this doesn't seem like something shiro would participate in. but even uncharacteristcally posed naked, bound and gagged with some stomach-churning funnel attachment, there's no mistaking that the man on stage is shiro.
heart pounding in his chest, keith forgets everything else, pushing past a crowd of ogling inmates to elbow and muscle his way onto the stage. one word -- one sign that shiro actually wants to be here, and keith swears that he'll back the fuck off and stop acting like he has any claim to shiro in anyway, but until then: ]
Shiro!
[ trying desperately not to look in the funnel to see if it's been used or not, keith instead kneels to the ground to hold his best friends' face. the eyes are all wrong. vacant, glassy, and staring -- keith finds himself unable to breathe, think or feel anything, all sensation shattered. ]
Shiro, who did this to you?
of course, the two events aren't causally related, but timed one after another, it's hard not to be constantly uneasy over the escalation of dreary uncertainty. they're supposed to be stronger together, weathering whatever storms come their way, but these days they sleep apart and keep conversation at such a superficial level that keith would almost prefer not talking at all.
but that isn't what keith actually wants. he wants to be with shiro, and have his boyfriend back, even though it's unbearably lonely to be in love. because yeah, sure, neither of them were in their right minds when i love you was freely traded back and forth, but keith can't pretend that it hasn't knocked something into alignment in his soul.
in some sick way, this sudden distance is familiar. keith had never been in love with the shiro from his reality, but their friendship hasn't been the same. here in prison, it feels a lot like watching history repeat itself, slow and cruel. keith hates it with ever atom in his body, but he doesn't know how to pretend or lie about his feelings the way shiro wants him to.
so maybe the newly established warden and his ominous threats are actually a blessing in disguise. surely this warrants discussion together? long after the space wolf's fallen asleep after listening to keith talk himself in mental circles, he finally gets up. armed with nothing but speculation however, keith decides he ought to go to shiro's cube with something more useful. scoping out the new construction site that's just been rushed to completion would at least be a starting point.
it's still early enough to avoid some repercussions for breaking curfew, but with limited time on his hands, keith hurriedly makes it toward the completed construction site to find a stage. having been in porn prison long enough, keith has no doubts as to why this stage was fucking built in the first place, but soon enough it's not the assortment of horrible bondage rigs that holds his attention. ]
...Shiro?
[ keith almost doesn't recognize him because this doesn't seem like something shiro would participate in. but even uncharacteristcally posed naked, bound and gagged with some stomach-churning funnel attachment, there's no mistaking that the man on stage is shiro.
heart pounding in his chest, keith forgets everything else, pushing past a crowd of ogling inmates to elbow and muscle his way onto the stage. one word -- one sign that shiro actually wants to be here, and keith swears that he'll back the fuck off and stop acting like he has any claim to shiro in anyway, but until then: ]
Shiro!
[ trying desperately not to look in the funnel to see if it's been used or not, keith instead kneels to the ground to hold his best friends' face. the eyes are all wrong. vacant, glassy, and staring -- keith finds himself unable to breathe, think or feel anything, all sensation shattered. ]
Shiro, who did this to you?
Edited (tag got cut off :/) 2023-06-25 03:58 (UTC)
ino. i should do better in shielding our secret fans from such eye filth
earthshine
2023-06-26 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ shiro has no concept for the passage of time. minutes, hours, days…? for all he knows, he’s become a permanent fixture on this stage. or at least, that has been his foggy mindframe for the past few hours. the drug is potent, with an onset that hits quickly, but as with everything, duration is not everlasting. the effects wane slowly, breath by breath as his system filters out the drug. faintly, he’s aware of the forming crowd at the base of the stage, but he’s yet to feel any distress for their stares and indistinguishable words. he’s numb, still; numb to anything beyond the contented buzz of his brain, the one that keeps him relaxed in his bindings.
the drug has him running hot, however. so he keeps making these soft panting sounds into the mouthpiece, feeling the lightest sheen of sweat at his nape and his forehead, neither of which he can wipe away. even that doesn’t distress him. he tries, occasionally, to lift an arm to brush the wetness away, only to remember that oh yeah, he can’t move his arms. still, he doesn’t activate his galra arm to burn through the bindings. he doesn’t even think to. he doesn’t think to do much of anything except blink slow and drowsy, staring without truly seeing as minutes continue to drag and drag…
but then keith shows up.
he hears his name a few times, but it isn’t until keith is physically in front of him, so close that shiro can do nothing other than see him, that shiro finally remembers how to do something more than pant. he whines, instead.
keith. keith. he knows this boy. he loves this boy. everything is wonderful and safe and wanted when he is with keith. his brain may be too cotton-stuffed to process much of anything, but he doesn’t need to consciously think that through to know it. keith is here, which means here is where shiro wants to be.
the hands on his face are good. so good. briefly, shiro’s eyes slide shut and he sways into those hands, grabbling something that sounds suspiciously close to keith’s name. eyes reopen and even with them remaining glassy and void of sharp awareness, a hint of determination settles into his features. for the first time in hours, he shifts his body, trying to wriggle in his bindings to get closer to keith: he lean against, to bury against, to be as close as keith will allow him to be.
… which doesn’t go over well with the two sentries at the other end of the stage, which turn and begin advancing. if keith isn’t here to use the funnel, then his access to the stage is to be revoked. ]
the drug has him running hot, however. so he keeps making these soft panting sounds into the mouthpiece, feeling the lightest sheen of sweat at his nape and his forehead, neither of which he can wipe away. even that doesn’t distress him. he tries, occasionally, to lift an arm to brush the wetness away, only to remember that oh yeah, he can’t move his arms. still, he doesn’t activate his galra arm to burn through the bindings. he doesn’t even think to. he doesn’t think to do much of anything except blink slow and drowsy, staring without truly seeing as minutes continue to drag and drag…
but then keith shows up.
he hears his name a few times, but it isn’t until keith is physically in front of him, so close that shiro can do nothing other than see him, that shiro finally remembers how to do something more than pant. he whines, instead.
keith. keith. he knows this boy. he loves this boy. everything is wonderful and safe and wanted when he is with keith. his brain may be too cotton-stuffed to process much of anything, but he doesn’t need to consciously think that through to know it. keith is here, which means here is where shiro wants to be.
the hands on his face are good. so good. briefly, shiro’s eyes slide shut and he sways into those hands, grabbling something that sounds suspiciously close to keith’s name. eyes reopen and even with them remaining glassy and void of sharp awareness, a hint of determination settles into his features. for the first time in hours, he shifts his body, trying to wriggle in his bindings to get closer to keith: he lean against, to bury against, to be as close as keith will allow him to be.
… which doesn’t go over well with the two sentries at the other end of the stage, which turn and begin advancing. if keith isn’t here to use the funnel, then his access to the stage is to be revoked. ]
[ shiro doesn't provide a clear answer, and keith kicks himself for it. how the hell is anyone supposed to answer with the end of a fucking funnel lodged in their mouth? even so, even with that obvious, stupid oversight on his part, keith still gets something resembling an answer. the shifting in shiro's body language is small and restricted, and the heavy breathing projected from the open end of the funnel turns into haunting and desperate. throat tight, keith is momentarily paralyzed, just taking this all in as shiro works through whatever's in his system to focus.
he never gets an answer to who did this to shiro, and that doesn't matter because that was never the right question to start with. in fact, what he should have said from the start is: ]
Shh, shh, I got you, Shiro. I'll get you away from here.
[ keith brushes shiro's sweat-dampened hair away from his forehead before reaching around to loosen the strap tied around his skull. if he'd bothered playing with these sorts of sex toys in class, maybe he could have popped that off without much fumbling. as it is, keith struggles with the buckle, overly conscientious of not hurting shiro by pinching his scalp or pulling his hair. ]
Sorry, I'm trying to get this loose ...
[ but he trilas off. heavy footsteps are approaching and while that doesn't necessarily mean anything bad as they could be coming for any of the other inmates on display, a glance up makes keith's stomach sink when he realizes they can't be so lucky.
the two sentries approach, and keith grows more agitated as he applies more force to finally get the buckle off to disconnect shiro from the blasted funnel. but with time running out, keith doesn't check in. instead his hands move down to the next belt looped around shiro's body. ]
Halt. You are not authorized to release inmate Takashi Sihrogane from his public service. Step away from the prisoner with your hands in the air.
[ keith grits his teeth, not paying the damn warning any mind. he does, however, glance up to estimate a distance. with the sentries already halfway across the stage, keith is faced with one of two options.
1) haul shiro up bodily and bolt
2) take out the two sentries, and then grab shiro.
with twenty steps left, keith scowls. neither option is looking great, of course, but that first one isn't really an option at all. how far would they even get like that? he spares a tick to kiss shiro's forehead and whispers: ]
Just hang in there a little longer.
he never gets an answer to who did this to shiro, and that doesn't matter because that was never the right question to start with. in fact, what he should have said from the start is: ]
Shh, shh, I got you, Shiro. I'll get you away from here.
[ keith brushes shiro's sweat-dampened hair away from his forehead before reaching around to loosen the strap tied around his skull. if he'd bothered playing with these sorts of sex toys in class, maybe he could have popped that off without much fumbling. as it is, keith struggles with the buckle, overly conscientious of not hurting shiro by pinching his scalp or pulling his hair. ]
Sorry, I'm trying to get this loose ...
[ but he trilas off. heavy footsteps are approaching and while that doesn't necessarily mean anything bad as they could be coming for any of the other inmates on display, a glance up makes keith's stomach sink when he realizes they can't be so lucky.
the two sentries approach, and keith grows more agitated as he applies more force to finally get the buckle off to disconnect shiro from the blasted funnel. but with time running out, keith doesn't check in. instead his hands move down to the next belt looped around shiro's body. ]
Halt. You are not authorized to release inmate Takashi Sihrogane from his public service. Step away from the prisoner with your hands in the air.
[ keith grits his teeth, not paying the damn warning any mind. he does, however, glance up to estimate a distance. with the sentries already halfway across the stage, keith is faced with one of two options.
1) haul shiro up bodily and bolt
2) take out the two sentries, and then grab shiro.
with twenty steps left, keith scowls. neither option is looking great, of course, but that first one isn't really an option at all. how far would they even get like that? he spares a tick to kiss shiro's forehead and whispers: ]
Just hang in there a little longer.
[ trying to get this loose… oh. it’s a strange state of mind to be stuck in. the awareness is there and then not, one moment conscious of how uncomfortable the straps are and how much better it would be to have them off of him, but then the moment lapses and shiro is once again adrift with no tangible focus. even now, as keith pulls at the strap around his head, to pinch his jaw and to further mash his lips, the cogs in his head refuse to fire with enough power to realize that he can help.
keith said he’d get him away from here and so, shiro sits tight, letting keith do just that. at least until the sentries start across the staging platform. sentries, they’re bad, they put him in this position, they’re going to restrap the belt keith just got off of him…?
halt –
shiro makes a low, distressed sound in his throat and then, as he opens his mouth and works it over, stretching out the cramped way it’s been kept for hours, he manages a much more clear: ]
Keith.
[ helpful, huh? keith is turned to him again anyway, gentle in the way he kisses his forehead. ]
Inmate AA0005 is in violation of section 13-8411. Repeat, step away from the prisoner with your hands in the air. Move now or be forcibly removed from this area.
[ shiro’s almost there. he’s slowly dredging through the dope in his system, clawing his way out of the fog to begin feeling the anxiety ridden adrenaline spike necessary to finally offer him the clarity to do something other than blink slow and absent. not yet, though. he still sits there mostly bound, the only conscious thought now leading him to the faint realization that he’d been looking for keith earlier. and why had he been looking for keith earlier? ]
‘m sorry.
[ it’s mumbled and faint, not at all worthy of the apology he knows, deep down, he’s meant to give keith. ]
keith said he’d get him away from here and so, shiro sits tight, letting keith do just that. at least until the sentries start across the staging platform. sentries, they’re bad, they put him in this position, they’re going to restrap the belt keith just got off of him…?
halt –
shiro makes a low, distressed sound in his throat and then, as he opens his mouth and works it over, stretching out the cramped way it’s been kept for hours, he manages a much more clear: ]
Keith.
[ helpful, huh? keith is turned to him again anyway, gentle in the way he kisses his forehead. ]
Inmate AA0005 is in violation of section 13-8411. Repeat, step away from the prisoner with your hands in the air. Move now or be forcibly removed from this area.
[ shiro’s almost there. he’s slowly dredging through the dope in his system, clawing his way out of the fog to begin feeling the anxiety ridden adrenaline spike necessary to finally offer him the clarity to do something other than blink slow and absent. not yet, though. he still sits there mostly bound, the only conscious thought now leading him to the faint realization that he’d been looking for keith earlier. and why had he been looking for keith earlier? ]
‘m sorry.
[ it’s mumbled and faint, not at all worthy of the apology he knows, deep down, he’s meant to give keith. ]
[ move now or be forcibly removed from this area. huh? after the more ominous nonsense from their new warden earlier on, this threat is so underwhelming that it almost makes keith laugh. the only reason he doesn't is because shiro distracts him with a mumbled apology.
taken aback, keith stares for a moment, brow furrowing as he tries to work out what this apology is even for. the unspoken distance that's permeated their relationship this past week? getting keith caught up in yet another altercation with prison staff? or is there something to the possibility that shiro had been here voluntarily in search of something keith couldn't give him?
whatever the case is, keith lets the lead-weight melancholy expand in his chest for two beats before shaking his head. this isn't the time or place to be discussing much of anything. ]
Later.
[ he kisses shiro's forehead again, a quick fleeting thing, and then keith is up on his feet, taking a step away from shiro to face the two approaching sentries.
one centering breath is what keith allows himself. no room for doubt, hesitation, or mistakes. he doesn't attempt to stall or delay the confrontation by responding with an explanation of a threat of his own. instead, he charges down the stage towards the two sentries, a white light in his hands as the black bayard teleports and activates, taking the form of a familiar sword.
his first swing with the blade bisects the first sentry, its top half tumbling onto the stage in a shower of sparks and whirring circuitry. thesecond sentry meets a similar fate as keith knocks it back by impaling it through the chest plate. it goes down, voice heavily distorting as its power goes offline: ]
Inmate AA0005, drop your weapon. I repeaaaaaaat
[ keith expels a heavy breath, watching as the sensor lights in both sentries blink off and the robots lie still. maybe that'll result in misconduct, maybe it won't, but either way, keith deactivates the bayard and quickly moves back to shiro knowing that there's only a small window of time before reinforcements show up.]
C"mon.
[ but that time estimate was made with a previous warden in mind. this one, the new guy who promised there'd be more stringent crackdowns, evidently has every intention of keeping his word. keith barely makes it three steps back toward shiro when something sharp hits the back of his neck. pain shoots down his spine and keith buckles, falling onto his knees as his vision blurs and doubles.
hot. why is everything so burning hot?
from backstage, two more sentries emerge, one lowering a tranq gun as they approach. together, the two haul keith up onto his feet. keith ragdolls between the two of them, his head and body too heavy to lift or put up a proper protest as they throw him on a bondage rig. ruthless in their efficiency, the sentries secure keith's arms to the frame, before ripping off his pants and forcing his legs wide open. unable to think clearly, keith groans and whines pitifully. ]
Inmate AA0005.You have been issued an infraction. You are hereby sentenced to 24 hours of public service.
[ keith doesn't fully hear it. not really. instead he turns his face, trying to find... his bayard? no. trying to find shiro somewhere, only for his focus to snap between his legs as the sentries secure an adjustable extension for a large pistoning phallus into place. even through the drug-fueled lethargy, the sight of it awakens some primal terror. thrashing heavily in his binds, keith screams.
taken aback, keith stares for a moment, brow furrowing as he tries to work out what this apology is even for. the unspoken distance that's permeated their relationship this past week? getting keith caught up in yet another altercation with prison staff? or is there something to the possibility that shiro had been here voluntarily in search of something keith couldn't give him?
whatever the case is, keith lets the lead-weight melancholy expand in his chest for two beats before shaking his head. this isn't the time or place to be discussing much of anything. ]
Later.
[ he kisses shiro's forehead again, a quick fleeting thing, and then keith is up on his feet, taking a step away from shiro to face the two approaching sentries.
one centering breath is what keith allows himself. no room for doubt, hesitation, or mistakes. he doesn't attempt to stall or delay the confrontation by responding with an explanation of a threat of his own. instead, he charges down the stage towards the two sentries, a white light in his hands as the black bayard teleports and activates, taking the form of a familiar sword.
his first swing with the blade bisects the first sentry, its top half tumbling onto the stage in a shower of sparks and whirring circuitry. thesecond sentry meets a similar fate as keith knocks it back by impaling it through the chest plate. it goes down, voice heavily distorting as its power goes offline: ]
Inmate AA0005, drop your weapon. I repeaaaaaaat
[ keith expels a heavy breath, watching as the sensor lights in both sentries blink off and the robots lie still. maybe that'll result in misconduct, maybe it won't, but either way, keith deactivates the bayard and quickly moves back to shiro knowing that there's only a small window of time before reinforcements show up.]
C"mon.
[ but that time estimate was made with a previous warden in mind. this one, the new guy who promised there'd be more stringent crackdowns, evidently has every intention of keeping his word. keith barely makes it three steps back toward shiro when something sharp hits the back of his neck. pain shoots down his spine and keith buckles, falling onto his knees as his vision blurs and doubles.
hot. why is everything so burning hot?
from backstage, two more sentries emerge, one lowering a tranq gun as they approach. together, the two haul keith up onto his feet. keith ragdolls between the two of them, his head and body too heavy to lift or put up a proper protest as they throw him on a bondage rig. ruthless in their efficiency, the sentries secure keith's arms to the frame, before ripping off his pants and forcing his legs wide open. unable to think clearly, keith groans and whines pitifully. ]
Inmate AA0005.You have been issued an infraction. You are hereby sentenced to 24 hours of public service.
[ keith doesn't fully hear it. not really. instead he turns his face, trying to find... his bayard? no. trying to find shiro somewhere, only for his focus to snap between his legs as the sentries secure an adjustable extension for a large pistoning phallus into place. even through the drug-fueled lethargy, the sight of it awakens some primal terror. thrashing heavily in his binds, keith screams.
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