[ would he like being keith’s big daddy… now there’s a string of words that aren’t said every day. the urge to laugh is almost too difficult to resist; almost. saying he feels uncomfortable isn’t untrue, but it isn’t the whole story. if anything, he feels obligated to give further weight to those uncertain feelings, because this is so unorthodox, at least in relation to anything he’s ever indulged in. well – indulged in before coming to this porn prison. his sex life has certainly become something else entirely in the months he’s spent here. before, he won’t say his activities in bed were dull. they were satisfactory. enough. enjoyable. most of all, straightforward. no anonymous kink, no spanking, no sir, no daddy. hell, even rimjobs weren’t much of a thing, seeing as the bulk of his experience is tied with his long-term relationship and adam wasn’t much of a fan.
so huh. now that he thinks about it… maybe it was dull. maybe he is a little – a lot?? – repressed. is that why it’s so easy to ping his desire? to get him to want things he’s never given conscious consideration to before? maybe it’s simply keith: the shyness of his expression, the tentative notes of his voice, the weight of him in his lap and on his cock. the thing is… shiro would like to be just about anything to and for keith. so is he opposed to trying this out and seeing if it works for them…?
the furrowed creasing of his forehead smooths out, his expression clearing and setting into one of focus. he works his hands free and then he’s getting them to the bed, lifting himself up on his elbows. ]
I think I would.
[ he dreads the obvious question, though: why. if asked, he’s not certain he would be able to articulate why two words, three syllables have his stomach clenching and blood rushing to thicken his dismally soft cock. the implied authority of it? the trust that comes with it? the mere fact that keith is so vulnerable in the moment, showing him a side that shiro severely doubts anyone, anywhere will ever see? whatever the reason, shiro is gone on the idea, becoming more and more attached to the prospect of trying this out as he, carefully, pushes himself up.
the burn in his abdominals is slight, legs still outstretched along the bed as he sits upright with keith in his lap. throughout the whole movement, his gaze never strays from keith’s. here, now, with their faces much closer, shiro continues to hold gaze, dropping his voice low and languid, syllables thick with intention. ]
As your big daddy… [ he touches keith’s waist with his left hand, skirting along the jut of his hipbone with a back and forth of his thumb. ] It’s my job to take care of you, isn’t that right, baby boy?
henry doesn't deserve this. he is such an innocent, fussy bean.
so huh. now that he thinks about it… maybe it was dull. maybe he is a little – a lot?? – repressed. is that why it’s so easy to ping his desire? to get him to want things he’s never given conscious consideration to before? maybe it’s simply keith: the shyness of his expression, the tentative notes of his voice, the weight of him in his lap and on his cock. the thing is… shiro would like to be just about anything to and for keith. so is he opposed to trying this out and seeing if it works for them…?
the furrowed creasing of his forehead smooths out, his expression clearing and setting into one of focus. he works his hands free and then he’s getting them to the bed, lifting himself up on his elbows. ]
I think I would.
[ he dreads the obvious question, though: why. if asked, he’s not certain he would be able to articulate why two words, three syllables have his stomach clenching and blood rushing to thicken his dismally soft cock. the implied authority of it? the trust that comes with it? the mere fact that keith is so vulnerable in the moment, showing him a side that shiro severely doubts anyone, anywhere will ever see? whatever the reason, shiro is gone on the idea, becoming more and more attached to the prospect of trying this out as he, carefully, pushes himself up.
the burn in his abdominals is slight, legs still outstretched along the bed as he sits upright with keith in his lap. throughout the whole movement, his gaze never strays from keith’s. here, now, with their faces much closer, shiro continues to hold gaze, dropping his voice low and languid, syllables thick with intention. ]
As your big daddy… [ he touches keith’s waist with his left hand, skirting along the jut of his hipbone with a back and forth of his thumb. ] It’s my job to take care of you, isn’t that right, baby boy?