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[ shiro doesn't reach for his hand once they resume walking and regardless of how keith feels about the distance, this surely can't be a good sign. he follows shiro's lead, of course, but does so with a rising sense of unease.

it's ridiculous to be wary of talking about sexual preferences with a boyfriend, but the last time keith had mentioned being intimate with someone else, it'd blown up in his face hadn't it? the past is the past, sure, but it's not like either of them have done too much talking about their experiences with others.

.....or no. that's not fair. shiro had talked to him about alinaa and how the experience had left him feeling used and dirty in retrospect. but that's just part of the problem, isn't it? porn prison has made sex something punitive, something to commiserate over or be anxious about when it shouldn't have to be.

in fact, if keith tries hard enough to ignore the occasional prisoner and the familiar run down buildings, he can just think as any other conversation he might have with shiro. it's ... natural, right? to talk to his best friend about things he likes, the things he's embarrassed by? keith's expression falters somewhat, then jogs the two steps he's fallen behind to put his hand on shiro's shoulder. ]

No, I -- I like rimming. I just thought. ... it wasn't your thing?

[ he laughs sheepishly, cheeks still pink as he smiles up at his boyfriend. ]

You know. I just never pictured you that way? [ a beat: ] Uhh, not that I was imagining you being into specific kinks. [ heart hammering, keith takes his hand off shiro's shoulder and scrubs down his face. ] I mean, I was but -- not like that. I don't know what I'm talking about anymore.

[ hand still plastered on his face, keith ducks his head, hiding behind the sweep of his hair as he continues. ]

... A-and you being a top isn't a deal breaker. It's just... [ forcing himself to relax only gets as far as a smidge of tension dropping from his shoulders, voice dropping low to near whispers. ] ... it feels weird to like it.

[ so to recap: keith likes rimming, but he didn’t think shiro would, because keith fantasizes about shiro and kinks, but not those kind of kinks. that last part is quite the admission, one that shiro would be much more apt to mercilessly tease if keith wasn't struggling so intensely. steps having slowed with the hand on his shoulder, shiro stops altogether now, turning to face keith and watch his boyfriend blush and scrub and hide.

how many guys did it take for keith to realize he likes rimming? how many guys did it take for keith to realize he likes bottoming? he asks himself these questions in the moments that he eyes the heavy fall of keith’s bangs and then does his best to dismiss them. he doesn’t want to know. he does, however, want to know why keith’s uncertain over a preference he clearly has. shelving his own misplaced uncertainty, shiro moves closer, letting go of their plush friend with one hand to, gently, draw those bangs to the side with a drag of his fingers. ]

Why?

[ he doesn’t drop to keith’s pitch but it’s soft in his want to understand. there’s a smile, too. tentative at first, but encouraging by the next beat. ]

That’s kind of the point, you know. You’re supposed to like it.

[ shiro stops and keith tries not to groan. it's hard having the conversation about his self perception and seemingly mismatched preferences with himself, let alone another person -- even if that person is shiro.. this isn't supposed to be an ordeal, except the careful sweep of his hair and the gentle concern on shiro's face make his heart trip before skipping beats. ]

I know, I know... [ chagrined, keith sucks in a deep breath before dragging his hand down and away to force a no nonsense air. ] It feels good when your prostate's getting all banged up.

[ resisting the urge to fold his arms, keith sighs audibly, breath ruffling his hair. ]

I don't know, Shiro. I just never pictured myself being... okay with, you know. [ voice dropping a few decibels lower: ] Bending over? Letting someone else take charge? I mean, I like it? ... But it kinda feels wrong to want it, I guess. It's not... I dunno, leaderly.

[ you know. the thing shiro wanted keith to be. keith grimaces, more embarrassed than anything else and tries for a self deprecating laugh. ]

ANd I don't want it with anyone I don't trust. But I trust you, so....

[ so. <.small>]

[ shiro understands, to a degree. afterall, he’s never bent over himself. up until coming here, it simply never came up. unlike keith, no one else misinterpreted shiro's being more suited to topping and so, the few trysts before adam never wanted more than to spread themselves for him. adam was much the same, though a touch mouthier when it came to directing shiro on how to perform. since then, it has come up here, though, but shiro suspects that’s largely due to him broadcasting part of his sentencing early on. he does need to bottom at some point, apparently, which isn’t something he’s necessarily against, especially if it means one step closer to getting out of here. but he’s like keith: he only wants it from someone he trusts. in a word? keith.

it’s interesting, though, that keith says that and yet, he’s bottomed – how many times? enough to develop a guilty pleasure in having his, in keith’s words, prostate banged up. trust implies some sort of time nurtured relationship. shiro knows that before they started a relationship, keith had found people he felt comfortable being physical with, he’d sort of said as much. but it hits differently, to have keith explicitly saying trust, even though it’s obvious that would be a contention.

who did keith trust before? did keith waffle and cringe, reasoning through it being acceptable to bottom for that dude too? or is this just a phenomenon exclusive to shiro?

he blows out a breath, silent on the sigh, but wholly feeling it with the droop of his shoulders. he’s focusing on the wrong things. again. keith needs him to keep it together. to be nothing more than receptive, encouraging, and comforting. so what if keith had someone special before? shiro did too. he just hopes that keith’s guy is truly in the past.

of course he is. he shakes off the completely irrational insecurity and forcibly smoothes out that tiny wrinkle of confusion, forcing a smile. ]

Just because you’re the one taking it, doesn’t mean you have to give up all control.

[ he gives keith’s bangs another flick, more playful this time, and somehow, just with that, it’s easier to settle into a more genuine mood. ]

But it’s nice, I promise… [ he tucks some hair behind keith’s ear, smoothly continuing on to trace down his neck and to cup his nape. ] Lying back… letting me lead you through your pleasure. You’ll like it and it’s good to like it.

[ doesn't it? the question is almost reflexive, though the flick of shiro's fingers makes keith blink, going wide eyed instead. the way things had worked out between him and anon, it certainly felt a lot more like his control was restricted to allowing anon to continue or not. keith hadn't resented that set up exactly, but in many ways he knows he was lucky to have a guy who took care of him rather than take full advantage.

took. past tense. keith looks up at shiro, resisting the urge to throw a look towards the fun house. perhaps in the end, none of that mattered because they were only using each other and putting smiley faces on notes to soften the ugly reality of their relationship.

it takes an extra beat, but when keith breathes out, he relaxes and manages a proper smile.. it's a shy thing, a touch embarrassed but keith quietly leans up onto th etipes of his toes to steal a chaste kiss. one peck and then his feet are planted firmly on the ground, a hand reaching to take shiro's metal one. ]

I know. I just... for a long time really didn't want to like it. ... Sex in general, really. Because I never really chose it?

[ there'd always been some external factor. guilt, a sense of responsibility, the need to go home, sexual punishment, aphrodisiac. anon at least gave him the space to try and process all of that without having to be attached to anything, but he'd inadvertently gotten attached anyway. stupid really, and this time keith actually huffs and squeezes shiro's metal fingers. ]

I know I'm overthinking it. Heh. ... But I really do wanna try with you., so.

[ so. this time, keith follows that up with a more decisive action. he resumes walking back to their cube, pulling shiro along by the hand. ]

[ yeah, he can see what keith means. nothing quite like being coerced into sharing one’s body under threat of never regaining their freedom. shiro’s had his own hurdles to overcome and he’s someone who came into this with a few points of reference. so for this place to be the starting point of a person’s sexual experience… – rough, to say the least. hindsight is amazingly clear and so, sometimes, shiro looks back and he wonders if he should have done this differently from day one. maybe he should have embraced the idea of being there for the keith. maybe they would’ve reached this point sooner. smoother, too.

or maybe not. maybe it would’ve changed everything.

difficult to know for certain, so he tries not to dwell on it too often. the important thing is that they’re here now and, seemingly, back on track. so he smiles, genuine and sweet, fingers quick to curl around keith’s as he’s led. the walk is rather short after that. no more pit-stops, no more delays, they start walking and they don’t waver until shiro’s cube comes into view. even then, their goal is much the same, although shiro’s a touch helpless to the excitement that seems to build with every step thereafter.

thirty yards out and he sidesteps, shortening the space between them so he’s obnoxiously brushing against keith’s shoulder and hip, their linked hands caught in-between. fifteen yards out and he leans over, kissing at keith’s hair and nipping at his ear. five yards and counting, he’s given up watching where he’s walking altogether, full on nuzzling at keith’s hair and cooing noises that are more happy rumblings than actual words.

their anklets ping and the door opens easily, shiro all but pushing keith inside. gently, of course, though clearly eager. but then they’re inside, keith in front and shiro coming in behind him as his backdoor lover…

and there he is. the wolf.

shiro groans, head falling forward to rest his forehead, low and defeated, against keith’s shoulder. he’s still holding the plush in the crook of one arm and whether it’s for comfort or to channel his rising need to throttle something, he squeezes it ever tighter to himself. ]

Handle that. Please.

[ because he’s not fucking keith with an audience, especially one that has commandeered the bed. ]

[ it's hard not to be caught up in shiro's growing enthusiasm. the amount of indifferent resignation keith's built up for the amount of gross pda that occurs routinely at porn prison only extends to managing to deadeye his way past two inmates fucking like rabbits. being on the receiving end of affection, even as tame as this, makes him turn a rosy around the cheeks, heart thudding in anticipation for what's to come.

so of course when he enters the cube and spots kosmo lounging on the bed, tail wagging politely in greeting, keith feels a similar clunk of disappointment. that said, it's still not enough to keep him from sounding dismayed. ]

He's not a that, Shiro.....

[ the words are quiet in their disapproval. after all, keith isn't looking to pick a fight. he knows shiro and the wolf have had a rough start and that shiro's largely putting up with the wolf for his sake, but stilll. he'd rather hoped that shiro would grow fonder of the wolf than what a that implies.

somewhat bummed, keith peels himself away from shiro and walks towards the bed, hand outstretched to pet between the wolf's ears. instantly, his friend from the abyss closes his eyes, looking like the definition of the word contentment. ]

Hey, buddy. Go hang out with Lance or Pidge for a little while, okay? Or take a nap in my cube. I just need some alone time with Shiro. We'll sit by the beach afterwards, okay?

[ the wolf looks from keith to shiro, then to the dick plush in shiro's arms. having made some kind of conclusion about this, the wolf makes of a whuffling noise as he shakes his head. he gets to his feet, bumps his dnout to keith's hand and then disappears in a flash of blue light.

keith tries not to sigh as he takes a seat on the edge of the now empty bed. he doesn't say a word, but quietly pats the spot next to him.]

[ ah, shit. he’s in trouble, isn’t he? he didn’t mean that as in the space wolf. that as the situation with the space wolf. but even he can see that tussling over words is petty and shallow, especially when it’s only the superficial layer of an issue that runs much deeper. it’s not that he dislikes the space wolf… now. he did before, yes, but he’s grown on shiro, mostly due to keith obviously being immensely fond of him.

sure, shiro would rather not routinely share a bed with an oversized pet who has a habit of scooting in close to keith. sometimes, shiro wakes up to keith cuddling that hunk of fur instead of him. shiro usually counters that by pressing keith to the bed the following evening and kissing him heavy until keith tells the wolf to go to his cube because they need privacy. making out and having an empty cube – it’s a wonder he doesn’t do that every night. actually, it’s not much of a mystery. keith loves that wolf. so as juvenile as shiro can become over hoarding keith’s affection, he does see that keith needs time with that pup. and besides, he can’t not like something or someone who brings keith joy, despite whatever fading reservations he still carries all these months later.

he could save them both a lot of time and energy if he simply said as much. if he started with an apology, too. but, petulantly, he fixates on that last thing keith said: we’ll sit by the beach afterwards. what’s that supposed to mean? is keith not planning on cuddling up to shiro, sweaty, sated, an exhausted? is he really going to get dressed and go hang out with his dog, while shiro lies here alone, staring at the ceiling?

bending down, he puts the plush on the floor, leaning its happy face up against the wall. with that, he walks over as instructed and sits down next to keith. all the while, he doesn’t say a thing. he merely awaits whatever is coming to him, face already scrunched into a small pout. ]

[ it's almost funny how quickly the mood can shift from one moment to the next. shiro is sullen and by the time he takes a seat on the bed, he's outright pouting. the absurdity of it should, again, bemaking keith laugh, but slow broiling guilt keeps keith feeling more somber than anything else. he reaches across to cover one of shiro's hands with his own and squeezes, but keeps his eyes on his feet. >]

It's not like I want the wolf watching either.

[ that much, keith figures should go without saying, but frankly there's little precedent for how to deal with shiro disliking something important to him. honestly, it's not something keith ever anticipated being a problem because shiro is otherwise so understanding. evidently though, he's either misjudged or taken too many liberties with shiro's affection. one way or another, the fact of the matter is that it's not the wolf's fault.

after all, it's not as though the wolf had asked to be brought here. no. that was all keith because he'd been impatient and thought perhaps the wolf could teleport them out beyond the prison fence. stupid. having a heavy sigh, keith rubs the back of his neck. ]

... just wish you didn't dislike him so much.

Edited 2022-11-14 23:30 (UTC)

[ shiro is, of course, receptive to keith’s hand. keith squeezes his and shiro’s mood brightens a touch, his body seemingly following it by lifting up, first by his shoulders rolling back and then by the straightening of his spine. he sits less like a pouting fool, although his expression hasn’t quite cleared of that yet. there really is no reason for him to be pouting; he doesn’t receive a lecture, afterall. though, he’s almost disappointed by that. frustration is easier to weather. keith staring at his feet, sighing and sounding so disappointed – now that’s difficult.

shiro swallows back his own sigh; both of them can’t be sighing, they’ll get stuck in a loop. so he frowns instead and flips his hand, pressing palm to palm with his fingers pushing through the spaces of keith’s. ]

I don’t dislike him. [ sounds fake, doesn’t it? anticipating a scoff or a flat look, shiro puts more force behind his voice and tries again. ] I don’t!

[ he squeezes keith’s hand for good measure, as though that’ll make his statement more true. ]

I just… [ where is he going with this…? he licks his lips, thinking and searching for an explanation that doesn’t sound ridiculous. what he ends up with? go easy on him, keith. ] You're both his and my favorite person. So I get a little…

[ hesitation. ]

I mean.

[ frowns deeper, staring at his lap. ]

He hogs you a lot.

[ as insistent as shiro may be, negating a negative isn't exactly the same as naking an affirmative statement. keith keeps the growing need to sigh in check, equal parts wishing and regretful, as he listens.

truthfully, he thinks the story of shiro's disapproval is rooted entirely in unfortunate teleportation accidents and wrongfully issued misconducts.. after having to endure cleaning duty in the warden's "uniform" of choice, it's not as though keith doesn't understand why there are hard feelings.

this, however, is not a story of perceived injustices. instead this explanation just makes keith blink. and then blink again. ]

Wait. So you're saying... I don't pay enough attention to you?

[ if it sounds incredulous, it's because keith doesn't know how to parse that. shiro's beeo has been the center of his universe for years until the fallout with the clone made everything between them fraught with guilt and uncertainty. no, even afterwards, keith would have dropped everything if shiro had given any indication that he wanted to talk.

this shiro, of course, doesn't have that frame of reference, but .... still.,/i> of all things keith thought shiro might be upset over, the suggestion that he doesn't pay shiro enough mind ranks at the very bottom of that list. part of him wants to laugh, another part feels lost. ]

[ … when keith says it, it sounds awfully stupid, doesn’t it? shiro cringes and then reverts, all that progress of sitting up straight and ditching the pout undoing in an instant. shoulders draw in and hitch higher, slightly, as if bracing himself against judgment. he certainly looks guilty, even though his head gives a stubborn shake of denial. ]

That’s not what I’m saying.

[ he’s still staring at his lap. it’s safe. it’s comfortable. it’s less ruinous to his determination to get through these next five minutes. ]

I’m saying… [ oh god, what is he saying? he falters because, truthfully, he’s never had to articulate the root of this begrudging tolerance. in the beginning, it was easy. the ill-fated teleportation trip to the bathhouse locker room gave him license to side-eye that wolf for a good couple of weeks. but shiro is rational beyond his stubbornness, so inevitably, he'd accepted it being a mistake made worse by whatever magic this prison holds. since then, he’s had no valid explanation for discouraging the wolf’s presence… but he has and he hasn’t thought heavily on why other than the shallow three's a crowd and they need privacy.

so what is it really? he comes to the answer and just knows he’s going to bring ridicule to himself. but they’re here, with keith’s hand holding his as he waits, so best to bite the bullet and get it over with, yeah? shiro exhales a huff through his nose, lips currently locked up tight on that ever present pout. finally, he does try again. ]

I’m saying… it’s difficult to share you. [ a proper sigh this time. ] And it’s taking awhile for me to learn how to.

[ because he’s never had to, you know? share. not like this. he knows keith’s been with other people here, but somehow that’s easier, because it’s fleeting. the keith shiro has always known has never had anyone else. from the garrison to voltron, shiro was – not everything, but close? maybe? terrible, isn’t it? for him to be grumbling over keith having someone else to adore. but here he is all the same. jealous of a fucking dog for stealing just a few of keith’s early morning cuddles. ]

....

[ for a moment keith is sincerely convinced he didn't hear that quite right. it hasn't exactly been easy for keith to learn how to share shiro in porn prison either, after all. sometimes he wonders about that night he woke up alone with shiro gone. the bed had still been empty even after keith's long detour with anon, and he'd been too exhausted afterwards to try and stay up until shiro returned. all he knows is that by the time he woke up in the morning, shiro was back and acting like nothing happened. so yeah -- learning to share. it hasn't always been easy, and keith can relate to that sentiment with minimal effort.

.... but in relation to the wolf of all things?

keith laughs, incredulously at first, but as relief takes hold his shoulders start to shake with mirth. ]

Seriously?

[ judging from the ridiculous pouting , perhaps that question is wholly unnecessary. keith lifts his free hand, giving shiro's cheek a cup and a gentle pinch. ]

And you lectured me on patience for years?

[ grinning wide, keith scans the room, eyes landing on the dick plush propped up by the wall. ]

I can't decide if I wanna bop you over the head with the dick or if I wanna kiss you.

[ yeah, yeah, laugh it up. there’s the initial oh no wince, eyes closing and pout intensifying, but while the embarrassment doesn’t lapse into obscurity, some constant inside shiro remembers how much he adores a happy, laughing keith. it softens some of his pain – some – and so, he braves opening his eyes, only to be welcomed by a pinch to his cheek. the pout continues to keep, although the tension to those lips is more so to fight off the chagrin, though strangely fond smile.

and you lectured me on patience for years?

hey now! don’t bring his wholly necessary and entirely helpful lectures into this! he balks, pout interrupted on a sputter. ]

You needed it!

[ still do, from time to time, but keith has already moved on to spot their friend there across the way. shiro glances toward the plush and – hell, he’s finding his way back to the pout. keith’s skillful and resourceful; on the battlefield he’s deadly because he’ll fight tooth and nail with anything he has at his disposal. but an oversized plushie of a dick? shiro’s seen him bonk one person with it already. is shiro truly going to be the next victim?

he turns his attention to keith, eyes wider, sadder, more pathetically hopeful as he takes a cheap shot at keith’s weakness for him. ]

If it helps… I vote for the kissing me option.

[ keith snorts, thoroughly amused. he won't outright deny that the lecrures were necessary, but not addressing the point still feels like a victory when he has shiro's indignantly adorable pouting for validation. it honestly doesn't make any sense that a guy with shiro's stature and bulk can even pull off cute, but sometimes the universe has hidden gems to treasure. ]

Of course you'd vote for that.

[ truly. shiro, the bastion of unbiased opinion. keith releases his cheek, smoothing over skin with his thumb before getting to his feet to take a deliberate, slow sep towards the dick plusj. ]

Reckon you've got about ... mmm fifteen steps or so to make your case, Shiro.

[ let it never be said that keith isn't a generous and fair soul. </small]

[ oh. so it’s gonna be like that, eh? vaguely affronted that his attempt of puppy eyes proves to be entirely ineffectual – guess those eyes only work when they come from their namesake of an actual canine, hmph – shiro shelves that thought and quickly changes tactics. he stays seated on the bed, because of course that’s a rule in this made up game, but he scoots closer to the edge, chasing keith’s closeness to the allowed limit. ]

I’m very kissable.

[ this should be reason enough. he smiles a small, plush thing, hands gripping the mattress as he leans forward. again, body language a dead giveaway that he loathes keith putting any sort of distance between them. ]

I have soft lips and a very enthusiastic tongue. [ and now, for a hint of slyness. ] I know what you mean by kiss you more, too.

[ keith turns to face shiro, hands on his hips as he pauses mid-step. lips quirk with obvious amusement, even as he makes an earnest attempt to look like he's concentrating on the presented argument. never mind the fact that it's obvious to everyone in the room that, yes, keith finds his boyfriend rather kissable. ]

Uh-huh.

[ his lifts his gaze from shiro's mouth to his eyes, eyebrow raised. look, he's not even cringing at the more callout, despite still very much thinking his meaning had been obvious from the start. ]

I might've noticed a little that your lips are cute when you pout.

[ keith laughs, still a little lost on how shiro threads the needle between adorable and powerful. keith glances over his shoulder towards the plusj, sighing as if weighing out pros and cons for a life or death decision. that's all the levity shiro gets though before keith steps back in close, stopping in front of shiro when their knees knock. ]

You know.... you and the wolf are both my favorites to be around. But I only have one boyfriend. That's you.

[ he leans in, hands planted on either side of shiro's hips. ]

So. Do I get to say patience yields focus here?

[ does he now? because if keith’s noticing, then shiro can keep up the pouting. or not, because actually, it’s increasingly difficult to pout when keith’s laughing and pretending, hamming up an indecisiveness that they both know is complete bullshit. he overcompensates to outweigh the need to smile, sticking out his bottom lip as keith checks over his shoulder. but then eyes are back on him and akin to a pup, shiro perks up the millisecond keith eases into that first step.

yes, good, good, come closer. knees knock, but shiro can be helpful – just another reason as to why keith should kiss him – so he splits his thighs and empties the space, giving keith access and room if he wants it. not yet, it seems, and that’s fine, really, because keith’s leaning instead and calling shiro one of his favorites to be around. at least he doesn’t have to fight the space wolf on the boyfriend part. might have to for title of best boy, though.

later. he’ll figure out the imagined competition with the dog later, because right now, he’s currently winning and he’d like to enjoy taking a victory lap - or two, three – with keith. so he abandons the pouting altogether and smiles sweetly, face tipping as he arches up. ]

You can say it. [ shiro could probably benefit from being reminded of it. though, chances are low that he’ll adhere to it. ] And then you can kiss me.

[ shiro spreads his thighs and keith does his best not to be shy as he nudges in that half inch closer, leaning until his forehead is pressed against shiro's. this is far from his frist time dealing with intimacy, but whatever memo his heart should have gotten about that seems to have gotten lost in a void. with hammering in his chest and the weight of shiro's breath on his lips, keith closes his eyes and tries for one final attempt at nonchalance.. ]

Patience. Yields. Focus.

[ each word is emphasized with tiny breaks between, drawn out so keith can savor the role reversal. he opens his eyes, then huffs a quiet little laugh, the next couple of words mere whispers. ]

Guess I'm an old-timer now, too.

[ fate sealed, keith tops it off by finally pressing in to take that kiss shiro's been eager for. it's still chaste at first, but lingering and sweet. right around when keith would normally break away though, he swallows, gripping the sheets tight as he pushes himself into shiro's lap,.

[ is that how it works? three magic words, acting as an initiation into old-timerhood? it’s silly and hilarious, so unbelievably corny that shiro almost believes this whole thing is a dream conjured up in his head. can’t be, of course, because the touch of lips is too electric for him to replicate. so is the weight that settles into his lap. keith’s all sweet and unhurried at his mouth, which is, frankly, at odds with the thighs that straddle him to bed knees past his hips. it’s agonizing, yet invigorating. tempered, yet teasing. he wants in an instant, but he reminds himself not to give in to the greed of his desire.

patience yields focus, yeah? there will be no rush to pull up shirts or undo zippers, neither will he force the lingering pressure of keith’s lips off as he tries for something deeper. not yet. they can indulge in the slow, carefulness of every moment, cataloging each in what is certain to be a memorable night. he will, however, start by touching his palms to keith’s waist, smoothing down to grasp him gently at the hips. then not so gently. he tightens to feel the fit and frame of him under fabric, thinking that he’s got such a gorgeous shape. an unbelievable shape, actually. he’s got a trim waistline and these lovely, yet narrow hips, and somehow, still has a round, firm, meaty backside. it’s weighty on his thighs and suddenly, shiro would like to know it better.

patience yields focus. right, patience. he’s supposed to be patient in this slow seduction. he knows it, he wants it that way, too, but his hands pull anyway, dragging keith by the hips the few inches left to get them crotch to crotch, that ass so close, but not there that it’s a touch maddening. he sucks at keith’s bottom lip and gives it a parting nip to make up for it, his mouth straying but not leaving as he kisses down to his jawline. ]

How you doin’?

[ a little slurred due to the muffling of his still busy mouth, shiro noses underneath the sharp angle of keith’s jaw and further still, to lick and nip at his neck. at least this is familiar. they’ve heavy petted and kissed just as heavy, leaving the occasional hickey. keith’s nervous, though. they both are. but shiro is quickly gaining ground in his confidence, losing himself as he ducks lower and starts sucking at his throat, a few inches higher than the set of his collarbone. the slide of his hand can’t be corralled either; left goes back and cups a cheek, shiro already delighted by how it fits in his hand when he squeezes. ]

[ no beats missed, shiro's hands are on him, supporting at first until they pull keith in all the way so that they're chest to chest, and hip to hip. it's a tiny adjustment, but that's still all it takes for his dick to twitch as shiro kisses back and then kisses low.

keith obediently tips his head back to grant his boyfriend greater access to his neck, and lets out a soft noise when lips move and suck. whatever thoughts keith had fizzle as he abandons his grip on the sheets to cradle the back of shiro's head with one, while the other idly scratches up shiro's thigh.

what can he say? the hickeys he'd seen on other cadets and inmates had always looked kinda stupid, but hypocrite that he is, having visible signs of shiro's affection on his body is something that never ceases to make him go a little doe eyed in private. does shiro feel the same way about that? the squeeze at his ass is momentarily derailing, keith gasping by shiro's ear. his own grip goes tight on quad then, squeezing -- not hard enough to bruise but temptation runs hot in his arteries. ]

Great.

[ sounding just a pinch dreamy, keith shifts enough to catch the shell of shiro's ear with his teeth to nip and whisper. ]

Didn't know I'd get a nice welcome reception for the old-timer life.

[ it's not what shiro meant, but keith can't help teasing all the same. he releases shiro's ear, purring a little through the gentle suction at his throat. ]

Should I be reminding you to be patient more often?

[ great is great. relieved that pesky nerves are out of the equation for now, shiro parts his lips a little wider to gather more skin and continues right on suckling. the nip at his ear has him sucking with more fervor, but then there’s the fanning of breath and a voice alight with teasing. disrupted with the need to laugh, shiro muffles the sound as best he can into keith’s neck. a valiant effort, perhaps, but with him abandoning his goal to render keith’s skin wet and pink, it’s no mystery that the joke worked like a charm.

he drops down further, both to get his ear away from the devastatingly effectiveness of that mouth and to press a kiss into the divot between his collarbones, just barely visible above the shirt’s collar. ]

You can. [ shiro loves seeing his lessons applied by others or in this case, his mantra adopted by his once protégé. he lifts his head, though stays bowed to look up at keith instead. there, he quirks a grin. ] Don’t expect me to be a devout follower, though.

[ he demonstrates this by giving keith’s ass another appreciative squeeze. goodness, it’s firm. some detail is, regretfully, lost with jean in the way, but the muscular shape of it is easy enough to discern. he doesn’t have to fill in any of the lost details with his imagination, though, does he? not tonight, because – ]

I’ve been patient. [ he sits up straighter and lifts his head. ] You’ve been patient. [ and a lean that’ll bump his nose to keith’s, nuzzling sweetly as metal fingers slot in between their bodies to pop the button of keith’s jeans. ] I think patient boys should be rewarded now.

[ the spirit of that is something that easily gets keith to laugh. how can he not appreciate when shiro gets a pinch defiant when told to be a patient boy? but it's true. they've both been patient -- or perhaps more specifically, shiro has been patient. keith has been oscillating between want and worry.

intimacy with shiro is both a tantalizing prospect and a daunting one. for starters, shiro may have seen him naked before, aroused even, but not in a way that would lead to questions about his cock. since being in prison, he knows from experience that most don't bother to question it beyond a few curious glances, but frankly shiro's opinion actually matters. compound that with keith's own stubborn refusal to deal with sexuality in a healthy manner and there's so much that could go wrong.

it won't go wrong is what keith automatically tells himself, but with the button of his pants now open , he misses his cue to banter after he laughs. the silence is brief but awkward as keith turns a little shy in shiro's lap. should he be telling shiro about his dick? he's wondered before, but mentally aborted the train of thought when descriptors like bumpy sounded far too fucking awful to manifest into reality. unsurprisingly, having his boyfriend's hand ready to undress him does not provide a jolt of poetic inspiration. he clears his throat. ]

Yeah?

[ fuck. tongue tied, keith tries to distract from that by dragging his hand down low to the hem of shiro's shirt. another beat, the he flips up the fabric to rest his palm flat on abs. it's not the first time he's touched shiro this way, but there's a distinctly exploratory quality to his touch. almost contemplative really before keith brings his other hand down and starts to lift the hem of the shirt up to start pulling the shirt up and over shiro's head. ]

That mean I get to do whatever I want?

[ within reason, of course, but the question is more tease than serious. ]

[ the break in their building banter is obvious. keith goes shy as the laughter fades and shiro holds his breath a few beats longer than what feels natural. too much? should he have waited? perhaps he really should have heeded his defining proverb. so his hand doesn’t immediately drop to the zipper once the button is through the loop. it’s not even that long of a pause, but the following yeah doesn’t restore his confidence, either. what does is keith touching him back. shiro’s belly trembles through a beat as he expels breath and falls into a more familiar rhythm. confidence builds and shiro is nothing but cooperative as he lifts his arms as required.

he’s better about his body these days. sure, some days he refuses to catch even a glimpse of himself in the full-length mirrors in the locker rooms, while others he spends too much time surveying every patch of knitted skin, but overall, he’s lost the luxury of being self-conscious about what others think of him. even then, it’s not so much other people that shiro cares about. the only opinion that matters anymore is whether or not keith finds him attractive. acceptable. and he does. he’s seen the worst of his body on display and still wants to try this thing between them, so he shouldn't be nervous or doubtful.

it’s a reassuring thought that shiro mostly believes and one that carries him through the moments of the shirt being worked up and pulled off. bare, there’s a rush of vulnerability that has shiro tensing, but it’s a brief, nothing thing. one full breath and he smiles on the exhale, voice playful for the quip back. ]

Or have whatever you want done to you.

[ keith will be getting a brief ride here because shiro’s thighs start moving in small, slight jerks. he’s taking off his shoes. one foot digs into the heel of the other shoe, working it off, before repeating the action to the other. throughout, shiro holds onto keith’s hips with one hand, the other still at his fly, fingering the button. ]

For example… [ shoes dealt with, he stills his legs once more. the whole thing only seems to brighten his mood and so, his voice remains light and teasing, all said through an ever widening grin. ] I could suck you off. All you have to do is say the word.

[ keith should really be desensitized to seeing shiro shirtless by now. again, they've been naked in each other's presence often enough that keith can roughly map out each scar cut into his boyfriend's body, but the knowledge isn't enough to keep his stomach from twisting up with anxious anticipation. seeing is one thing, but getting to touch is newer and each time he gets to brush fingers gently over skin, keith swears his own skin tingles in tandem.

ridculous, maybe? but with the shirt gone, keith's touch is gentle when he sets his hands on shiro's shoulders. ... and then not so much when he's jostled from beneath. keith laughs, grip tightening then loosening up in quick measur with twin coaxing squeezes. shiro really is determined to be impatient today, huh? honestly, it's kind of thrilling despite his low key concerns.

the counteroffer is what what makes keith's laughter turn shy again though, considering. anything he wants? fuck, where does he even start with that. aphro fueled experiences are best left unexamined, but that leaves him with all his times with anon. his mostly non-verbal exchanges with anon, that is. towards the end, he'd merely presented the part s of his body he wanted touched and hoped anon knew what he was getting at. anon had always been good at figuring it out, but then again it's sex not rocket science.

mercifully, shiro spares him from actually having to articulate much of anything. the offer of a blow is all but pushed into his lap and keith can't help going a little pink and doe eyed about it, stupidly virginal despite the fact that he's had his dick sucked before.

it's just .... he's never been asked explicitly. it's new and weirdly enough -- kind of hot. caught wanting to laugh at himself, keith huffs, stifles it and settles himself by squeezing shior's shoulders another time as he nods. ]

.. Open sesame? [ ... ] Wait.. That's two words.

[ flustering, keith hangs his head. ]

You know what I mean.

[ fuck. don't tell him he's already messing up this whole "sexy" thing. ]

bless that pupper...

there are so many good doggo gifs, i'm still laughing about the floppy seal doggo

i love that doggo with all my heart LOL

I CAN'T FIND HIM. i forgot what keywords i searched with

happy paw tapping dog!!!

i wish to adopt all these dogs.

i would also like a house of happy paw tap doggos

every one would love this... except shiro, apparently

shiro's heart is a black hole....

excuse you, shiro's heart is full of keith

is it? i thought his heart is where he keeps his gator jokes

no no. different shiro. noct shiro has gator jokes, keith, the babies & more keith stuffed in there

noct shiro is a sweet pie....

... until clones are brought up

/closes eyes

it's fine. they're fine and the babies will be fine.

i remain nervous about this

i still laugh-cringe about them renting a hotel room to fight

listen hey cant distress the babies.

true. they cant fight either with bitchface yowling

yea can't have shiro distracted by pavlovian reflex to fetch doritos

he doesn't want her to waste away again 8c

... I'M SAD ._.

shhhh let's not think of bitchface and huey in the bad au...

yes this is cringetown