[ hindsight is a powerful tool, but more often than not leaves a fuck ton to be desired. it's hard enough to think when shiro crowds in his space and nips at his cheek like that, bodies so close that keith swears he can feel the heat radiating from shiro's cock, so in a sense a minor slip up in calling something a slap and a spank might have been inevitable? in any case, the question leaves keith burning up to the tips of his ears, like those stray drops of pre from shiro's dick is concentrated plasma.
thing is... keith and discipline have had a long history together and most definitely not in a sexual context. it's on his sentence sheet, it's been on emblazoned on those kink shame shirts that the warden sent out months ago and it's... something keith's only ever tangentially dealt with through a deluge of mind-shattering orgasms. even then,.. it looks like shiro wouldn't classify what happened then as spanking, huh?
keith swallows hard, his throat bobbing slow as he tries to take a more even breath while all of shiro's gaze is solely on him and his swollen lips, stiff half-dimes and cock and -- fuck. he makes a low, wanting noise from the back of his throat as he looks down the line of shiro's sculpted body and takes a good long look at his boyfriend's thick cock. the pinch of apprehension melts, as his head fills with half-formed images of shiro slipping in deep in his hole, flanked by reddened cheeks that perfectly mirror the size of shape of shiro's hands.
but fuck, being disciplined has been bad for so long that it makes keith genuinely wonder if shiro could make it good. maybe that's not a concern at all because shiro makes everything he thought was awkward and terrible about sexual intimacy something wonderful... and certainly thes spanks -- slaps, assplay whatever, had only made him cum harder before. so.....
keith lifts his gaze back up to meet shiro's eyes, brow furrowed in earnest determination to at least see this through, knowing that it's something shiro wwants. ]
Mm. I failed to follow through on your order to cum down your throat. It was insubordinate, sir.
but i am such a good bean....
thing is... keith and discipline have had a long history together and most definitely not in a sexual context. it's on his sentence sheet, it's been on emblazoned on those kink shame shirts that the warden sent out months ago and it's... something keith's only ever tangentially dealt with through a deluge of mind-shattering orgasms. even then,.. it looks like shiro wouldn't classify what happened then as spanking, huh?
keith swallows hard, his throat bobbing slow as he tries to take a more even breath while all of shiro's gaze is solely on him and his swollen lips, stiff half-dimes and cock and -- fuck. he makes a low, wanting noise from the back of his throat as he looks down the line of shiro's sculpted body and takes a good long look at his boyfriend's thick cock. the pinch of apprehension melts, as his head fills with half-formed images of shiro slipping in deep in his hole, flanked by reddened cheeks that perfectly mirror the size of shape of shiro's hands.
but fuck, being disciplined has been bad for so long that it makes keith genuinely wonder if shiro could make it good. maybe that's not a concern at all because shiro makes everything he thought was awkward and terrible about sexual intimacy something wonderful... and certainly thes spanks -- slaps, assplay whatever, had only made him cum harder before. so.....
keith lifts his gaze back up to meet shiro's eyes, brow furrowed in earnest determination to at least see this through, knowing that it's something shiro wwants. ]
Mm. I failed to follow through on your order to cum down your throat. It was insubordinate, sir.