[ there’s plenty of amusement to be felt whenever keith tries to carry a conversation in the midst of certain activities. passing notes back and forth really didn’t do it justice; it being the way keith’s voice cuts off mid-word, either for stunned silence or a pitchy breath that more often than not, collapses into a shaky moan. keith sounds good, the kind of good that shiro would, honestly, be content to listen to on repeat for an embarrassing amount of time. it’s made better when kitten licks spread across his cockhead, keith still attempting some sort of speech even as his tongue is so clearly occupied elsewhere. shiro huffs something akin to a laugh, but settles into a groan in the next breath. he can’t say he’s disappointed when keith rallies enough to get through full sentences, because although the end result doesn’t have keith uselessly babbling nonsensical, start-stop sentiments, it does give shiro a very, very satisfying goal.
one more hard suck, one more swallow, and then shiro lets the weight of his head drag him back to the mattress, breathing heavy to let keith hear the laboring of his lungs. ]
Sure, baby. [ whether it’s the breathlessness or the rawness of his throat, both from keith’s earlier treatment and now his own of harsh suction, his voice is a few pitches deeper. hard, heavy, husky, he sounds a strange amalgamation of strong and weak. ] I’ll ruin you.
[ cooed, it’s a promise, presented with a teasing uptilt, as though he’s the one doing keith the favor here with no ulterior motivation. see, shiro’s said it before and he still stands by it: he won’t throw a fit if keith finds himself drawn to another prisoner and scratches an aphro-induced itch. he won’t like it, but he can’t exactly hold keith to the terms of faithfulness that is otherwise expected in a traditional relationship. so ruining keith for everyone else? shiro doesn’t need that, in theory.
… but he does want that. of course he wants that. shiro’s a traditional boy, with traditional ideas of how relationships work: date, present a ring, get married, live happily ever after. his perception of that has been battered over the years, first with a diagnosis that would heavily influence what a happy ending for him would entail and second, with a collapsed engagement that had him questioning the whole process. dump a year and counting of trauma on top of that and – yeah, he’s a bit of a mess when it comes to committing himself to anything beyond what is – was – currently expected of him from voltron. nonetheless, the shred of innocence he has left in him still wants to want that: a partner, a husband, a life separate from the course he’s set on.
sometimes, when he’s picturing himself after the war and back on earth, it’s keith he sees there beside him. not just keith, this keith. nonsensically, he’s attached, even as he sees the error in it. this is a fleeting relationship, but as long as he remembers that, it’s okay to slip up in fantasy from time to time. this can be another one of those moments: a playful, non-serious reprieve, more teasing than actual. so he’s not truly invested in claiming this boy to some sort of end that keeps him from straying, even unintentionally. whatever happens, happens… it’s not like he’s actually set on overwhelming this boy with pleasure until the very makings of his body and soul know he belongs to shiro.
so him turning his hands in and inching his fingers toward keith’s candy-striped hole is the natural progression of the foreplay, not him finding a point of ruin. swiping through the next drizzle of slick, shiro gets it between and on his fingers. both sets: two indexes, two middles. ]
But I need to be harder to fuck you. Take me into your mouth, pretty boy. Warm me up.
[ and don’t mind shiro as he dips the two fingers of his left. even with his prior fingering, taking two fingers at once is likely a stretch. the motion is smooth, however; made easy by the generous wetness still saturating the inner lining of keith’s asshole. the way his hands are positioned grants him two palmfuls of ass cheeks, to which he squeezes, the left a little less intense than the right. keith best focus on relaxing quickly though, because it won’t be long of letting his fingers sit heavy inside him that shiro then widens keith’s hole with the index of his right, wriggling it inch by inch to join the others, each knuckle swallowed up. ]
i just... will keith ever find out that he has a beet booty
one more hard suck, one more swallow, and then shiro lets the weight of his head drag him back to the mattress, breathing heavy to let keith hear the laboring of his lungs. ]
Sure, baby. [ whether it’s the breathlessness or the rawness of his throat, both from keith’s earlier treatment and now his own of harsh suction, his voice is a few pitches deeper. hard, heavy, husky, he sounds a strange amalgamation of strong and weak. ] I’ll ruin you.
[ cooed, it’s a promise, presented with a teasing uptilt, as though he’s the one doing keith the favor here with no ulterior motivation. see, shiro’s said it before and he still stands by it: he won’t throw a fit if keith finds himself drawn to another prisoner and scratches an aphro-induced itch. he won’t like it, but he can’t exactly hold keith to the terms of faithfulness that is otherwise expected in a traditional relationship. so ruining keith for everyone else? shiro doesn’t need that, in theory.
… but he does want that. of course he wants that. shiro’s a traditional boy, with traditional ideas of how relationships work: date, present a ring, get married, live happily ever after. his perception of that has been battered over the years, first with a diagnosis that would heavily influence what a happy ending for him would entail and second, with a collapsed engagement that had him questioning the whole process. dump a year and counting of trauma on top of that and – yeah, he’s a bit of a mess when it comes to committing himself to anything beyond what is – was – currently expected of him from voltron. nonetheless, the shred of innocence he has left in him still wants to want that: a partner, a husband, a life separate from the course he’s set on.
sometimes, when he’s picturing himself after the war and back on earth, it’s keith he sees there beside him. not just keith, this keith. nonsensically, he’s attached, even as he sees the error in it. this is a fleeting relationship, but as long as he remembers that, it’s okay to slip up in fantasy from time to time. this can be another one of those moments: a playful, non-serious reprieve, more teasing than actual. so he’s not truly invested in claiming this boy to some sort of end that keeps him from straying, even unintentionally. whatever happens, happens… it’s not like he’s actually set on overwhelming this boy with pleasure until the very makings of his body and soul know he belongs to shiro.
so him turning his hands in and inching his fingers toward keith’s candy-striped hole is the natural progression of the foreplay, not him finding a point of ruin. swiping through the next drizzle of slick, shiro gets it between and on his fingers. both sets: two indexes, two middles. ]
But I need to be harder to fuck you. Take me into your mouth, pretty boy. Warm me up.
[ and don’t mind shiro as he dips the two fingers of his left. even with his prior fingering, taking two fingers at once is likely a stretch. the motion is smooth, however; made easy by the generous wetness still saturating the inner lining of keith’s asshole. the way his hands are positioned grants him two palmfuls of ass cheeks, to which he squeezes, the left a little less intense than the right. keith best focus on relaxing quickly though, because it won’t be long of letting his fingers sit heavy inside him that shiro then widens keith’s hole with the index of his right, wriggling it inch by inch to join the others, each knuckle swallowed up. ]