[ 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.