[ 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. ]