[ whatever it is that the sentries jabbed into his neck, keith couldn't say. thoughts are impossible to hold onto, each one disappearing into the thick fog swallowing him whole. the stench of burning cloth makes him grimace one moment, only to be wiped clean by a fresh wave of panic from the thrusting appendage being set up between his legs. eyes squeezed shut, keith braces for the inevitable only to faintly remember that bracing is the last thing he ought to be doing if he doesn't want insertion to rip him open.
panic hits harder then, chest heaving with sharp, anxious breaths even before the commotion taking place not to far away. he cracks open one eye, too dizzy to track the movements properly but his head lulls, tongue slurring the word: ]
Shiwo...
[ as metal cleaves through metal, and something heavy crashes onto the stage floor. keith struggles in his binds, at least subconsciously recognizing that he can't leave shiro to fight alone, though his efforts don't get him anywhere. dilated, unfocused eyes follow a blurry figure lit up in purple approaching the rig, but where his eyes fail him, a familiar voice brings clarity to the rising bile in his throat.
i've got you.
keith opens his mouth, slurring heavily once more as he relaxes into the rig. perhaps he shouldn't because shiro was drugged at a point too. for all keith knows, his boyfriend could well decide to take advantage of the setup, but losing himself increasingly to the heat coursing through his veins, keith arches his back and widens the spread of his legs.
....to his detriment as it turns out.
searing heat rips up his calf as keith chokes back a sob and instinctively lifts his newly freed arms to cover the scar on his cheek. ]
Shiro, please...
[ delirious in his pleading, keith grits his teeth, his burned leg shaking uncontrollably within the bind. ]
LOL the secret to uncappable compliments...
panic hits harder then, chest heaving with sharp, anxious breaths even before the commotion taking place not to far away. he cracks open one eye, too dizzy to track the movements properly but his head lulls, tongue slurring the word: ]
Shiwo...
[ as metal cleaves through metal, and something heavy crashes onto the stage floor. keith struggles in his binds, at least subconsciously recognizing that he can't leave shiro to fight alone, though his efforts don't get him anywhere. dilated, unfocused eyes follow a blurry figure lit up in purple approaching the rig, but where his eyes fail him, a familiar voice brings clarity to the rising bile in his throat.
i've got you.
keith opens his mouth, slurring heavily once more as he relaxes into the rig. perhaps he shouldn't because shiro was drugged at a point too. for all keith knows, his boyfriend could well decide to take advantage of the setup, but losing himself increasingly to the heat coursing through his veins, keith arches his back and widens the spread of his legs.
....to his detriment as it turns out.
searing heat rips up his calf as keith chokes back a sob and instinctively lifts his newly freed arms to cover the scar on his cheek. ]
Shiro, please...
[ delirious in his pleading, keith grits his teeth, his burned leg shaking uncontrollably within the bind. ]
Don't... don't do this to me again.