[ well. at least he doesn’t feel so inadequate for missing all of his many shots. shiro’s perceptions of keith are particularly rosy, even if the track record doesn’t exactly back him up on his tendency to think of keith as the type to excel past obstacles, if not at first, than through his inability to quit. shiro likes to call it patience for the goal, but it’s probably better described as stubbornness in the face of a challenge. so he’s surprised, he supposes, that someone with the hand-eye coordination of keith can’t sink the shot.
so yeah, probably rigged. not that he’s going to cut his losses. shiro’s stubborn too and his is particularly bullheaded. for now, he sidelines his gaze, peeking at that frowny face before turning his head for a full look, snorting softly on the beginnings of a laugh. ]
Uh huh. It’s because you’re not giving the ball any love.
[ teasing and said with a grin. not that he wants to watch keith suck on any balls either, at least not ones of the ping pong variety. he gives his throat a clear as a reminder to himself that this isn’t the place to be picturing keith, half obscured by a sheet and smiling up at him through the splay of his thighs. later. after he’s won this blasted game and they’ve found their way back to his cube. so – best get to work on that first one. ]
Or maybe… it’s that the ball handler isn't receiving any love. [ okay, so maybe his thoughts haven’t returned fully to their default setting of pure and responsible. he gives the ball another roll between his fingers. ] Maybe, you should give me a kiss for luck.
[ it probably says something about keith that his initial reaction to the phrase "ball handler" is to shoot a slightly dubious look towards the boken animatronic set up in the corner, ostensibly to be booth operator.
thankfully, shiro goes on to clarify his actual meaning and keith relazes visibly. he laughs quietly, shaking his head in disbelief with himself. of course shiro wouldn't be suggesting anything weird with that thing in the corner. ]
Heh. Just maybe?
[ keith raises an eyebrow, smile spreading slow but warm. ]
Can't believe you're trying to con me into kissing you for science.
[ actually, no. that's entirely believable. it's just that it still feels kinda new and exciting to be playing these boyfriend only games with shiro. so, despite fully recognizing this for what it is, is keith going to turn his boy down? no. he'll take a half step closer, step up onto his toes and press a kiss to shiro's cheek .
.... and then kiss the other one, a half beat later. see, that's not self indulgence, it's: ]
For double luck.
I AM NOT A SEAL. also, i'm still scarred by that animatronic.
[ there’s a certain ease to their affection now. of course, starting out with a preference for physical touch certainly helped in that regard, but it still feels like a newfound victory, to watch keith turn toward him so readily. so the cheeks keith’s gifting with kisses? round, chubby things, both exaggerated by the wide, wide grin that’s overtaking his mouth. it’s straight up goofy by the time keith pulls away, gaze bright with delight. ]
I feel luckier already.
[ he’s still got that ping pong in hand, rolling it once more, as he similarly gives his right shoulder a roll. it’s peacocking; like he’s putting on a show with the way he turns his face forward and lines up the shot. a breath, a cock back of his hand, and then a release to have the ping pong bouncing off the counter to go careening toward the layout of cups. it’s not skill that has it bouncing off one rim and it’s not luck that has the trajectory changing so impossibly toward another cup. it’s a straight up miracle.
the ping pong drops into the cup, seemingly not even grazing the sides on its way down. hot damn. it’s a red one, too. he doesn’t actually hear it clink the bottom over the stutter of his own breath, disbelief coloring his voice. ]
It worked? [ brain lags behind for one beat and then, abruptly, he visibly jerks with the straightening of his shoulders, his spine. his expression picks up too, just like the rest of him: his grin back and blinding in his utter excitement. ] It worked!
[ and then he turns on keith. he shoves the bucket into the crook of his other arm, just so he can grab at keith. he dips down with a bend of his knees and snags keith at the waist, lifting back to height and hauling keith along with him. keith’s legs go on for days, but those feet won’t be grazing the ground for a few ticks here, because shiro is laughing and hugging keith, one-armed, to his body. ]
We did it, baby! [ oh. wait. they’re not there yet. ] – Keith.
Edited (i'd like to note that i answered IDK ANYMORE in a row, it bothers me) 2022-10-28 03:01 (UTC)
but it makes sense!! tl;dr so hard to type with flippers.... best flop away from the animatronic!
[ the trajectory of that blessed ping pong ball is a fucking sight to behold... and keith almost misses it because he's too busy staring at shiro striking poses and showing off. the surge of affection feels almost as ridiculous because keith ought to be immune to this, but it's always a treat to see shiro hamming it up and smiling.
good thing the ball's miraculous flight path ends up being sufficient distraction from the distinctly moony quality of his thoughts, huh? keith blinks, disbelief plain to see. as certain as he'd been about the rigging, he was really only half serious about how to win...
there are some real questions to be asked here like how the fuck this amusement park has seemingly set this game up to even enable this gimmick, but with a toe in that rabbit hole and the reminder that he turned fucking purple here once is sufficient cause to abandon the headache waiting to happen. looks like shiro is right there with him -- or should that be on him? the arm wraps tight around his waist and keith has exactly enough time to blurt: ]
Woah!
[ before throwing his arms around shiro's chest to cling. barely a beat later and keith winds up laughing airily, releasing one shoulder to promptly ruffle fingers through an already wind swept floof. ]
Hey!
[ he starts, then stops rather ineloquently. baby. right. boyfriends do that sort of thing. calling each other by pet names and sweet nothings and -- fuck. his face starts to warm all over again, heart beating a little too fast for something so innocuous. baby. does he like it when shiro calls him baby? does eh want to be shiro's baby? is he meant to call him something cheesy right back? flustering, the tussle slows and keith pushes back shiro's hair from his face. ]
You did it, you... waffle?
[ .... f u c k. flushing harder with embarrassment because he doesn't have a clue how the hell that'll be taken, he ads hastily: <.small>]
You know.. cuz they're sweet?
[ fuckfuckfcuk. but if there's any silver lining to this situation, it's found surprisingly in the form of that horrid animatronic. music starts to play from a rusted speaker in its chest as it slowly whirs to life and points upwards to the prizes hanging from the rafters. ]
[ – he’s a what? shiro’s mood is far too exuberant to fall apart from that. however, there is a noticeable downstep in that energy, where the grin closes and the brow furrows. the moment seems to extend as they stand there – or, well, shiro stands there, clinging to keith as keith does to him. this close, there isn’t much keith can hide and so, shiro gets to watch that face flush – and stay flushed – as keith hurries through an explanation. alright, then… he’s a fluffy, floury, breakfast cake because he’s sweet like one. it doesn’t not make sense. it’s just not the go-to people often think of when assigning sugar-sweet names to significant others.
and he supposes that’s why he likes it. it’s horribly clunky – waffle, seriously? – but only keith would default to something so off the wall. it’s obvious keith does not realize how endearing this is, which shiro should remedy, instead of going a touch moony over how amusingly cute his best friend is, but then there’s music. of course shiro looks. it isn’t that he hadn’t seen that horrid creation earlier; it’s extremely difficult to miss. but largely ignoring the sick contortion of its shape is easier when it’s not making noise and… moving…?
shiro allows himself one, full tick to stare, sickened and wary, at the booth attendant and then he’s pointedly looking away. he’s yet to put keith down and he will continue to hold him up despite the strain in his left shoulder as he takes one stride, two strides forward. that’s all it takes for him to be at the counter, where he drops off the bucket of ping pongs. right hand now free, he grasps at keith with it and together, he gently lowers keith until his feet touch the ground. ]
So I’m sweet like a waffle.
[ the grin is back and closer, too, because shiro crowds into keith’s space with a bend, playfully nudging his forehead to keith’s. ]
Maybe I should call you strawberry, then. Sweet, red, and the best topping for a waffle.
[ topping. topper? he hears it afterwards and thinks, wait, though he’s interrupted from going any further with it. the thing is… it isn’t just music now. the thing speaks amidst the tune and it’s weird. shiro lifts his head off of keith’s, reluctantly staring over at the robo-attendant. ]
That… needs to never speak again. [ which, of course, it does, by repeating the same thing. seems it will continue to do so until they hurry up and comply. sheesh, someone should tell it about patience. ] Okay, okay, uh… this is cute.
[ and he releases keith to shuffle over a step, reaching up to tug down this very happy guy. ]
[ .... okay, so perhaps the flub with the waffle business isn't as disastrous as keith thinks it is. there's a jarring pause in which shiro looks caught off guard, but soon enough his boyfriend has leaned right back in and has a new name of his own.
strawberry. the title seemingly rings in keith's ears and with the way his face continues to warm, he's pretty sure he might look like a strawberry, too. how embarrassing. waffe and strawberry. strawberry and waffle..... fuck. there's no getting around the fact that the more keith mulls this over, the more his brain brain goes into an infinite loop of processing errors. he manages a tiny, again, embarrassing mewl of a half-answer, that cuts off right around when that thing starts to speak.
keith startles visibly, eyes locked in on the possibility of a threat as shiro puts him down on the ground. is summoning his bayard completely overkill? probably. at the very least, conventional wisdom suggests a date shouldn't include things like stabbing animatronic robots, right? right. he continues to watch the creepy thing while shiro deals with the demand it's making.
and that's when he spots a sticker on its chest. the sticker is peeling at the corners and yellowed with age, but the name remains distressingly legible. keith stares, only slightly taken out of the staring by the question being asked of him. frankly, he only gives the smiling face a passing glance before nodding and ste taking a large step away from jonorrhea and its many, many balls. ]
Uh-huh. It uh... kinda looks like a Bii-Boh-Bi.
[ it looks nothing like a bii-boh-bi. particularly around the base and head, but that's something to mull over later. ]
[ oh. that’s why he immediately zeroed in on this plush. it matches keith’s drawing of team voltron’s recruitment tour manager. shiro does better this time; he doesn’t go deadeyed with exasperation. the first time he heard, though? that voltron toured around, putting on scripted shows? he must’ve massaged his suddenly headache plagued temples for ten minutes straight. keith’s drawing had been cute, though, in that disastrously simple, but he’s trying, sort of way. a noodle with a smiley face… – it’s not entirely accurate to this plush that has two stumps for feet and a bulbous head, but it’s certainly close, especially the happy face. ]
That’s a good thing, right?
[ holding the plush between both his hands, shiro stares at the sparkling eyes for a beat longer and then turns to keith. ]
A little something from, uh… home?
[ sort of? is it comforting to have a plush of a practical stranger from your home universe? shiro’s leaning toward, no, no it’s not, but before he can delve into that further, a practical stranger from this universe is butting in again.
oh. god. and what is that? is it actually named jonorrhea. as in gonorrhea? ]
Here. [ still squinting at jonorrhea, shiro holds the plush out toward keith, gently, yet insistently pushing it into keith’s arms. ] Let’s go before that thing starts walking.
[ and then he’s ushering keith away by pressing his hand firmly to his back. one step, two step, and now they’re picking up speed on the stride because what the fuck? ]
[ having the plush more or less pushed into his arms, if nothing else, puts a stopper in the increasing temptation to summon his bayard and cleave this creepy robot in half. aside from the aforementioned questionable date etiquette though, there are other reasons to suspect this might end badly. for all that the prison has gotten a strange amusement park makeover, the sex obsession is still obviously present. who's to say cracking that thing open wouldn't just trigger an auto release of aphrodisiac?
that all said, exercising restraint in the face of solicitations and harassment leaves a very sour taste in keith's mouth. with shiro's arm pushing his back and swiftly herding them away, keith merely grumbles under his breath as he walks. ]
Should shove a sword through it.
[ though perhaps it would like that for some godforsaken reason. with a pouty hmph, keith wraps his arms tighter around the dubious bii-boh-bi plush, takes a deep breath and looks to shiro with a small smile. ]
That was weird. But thanks for the plush, Shiro.
[ circumstances aside, it's ... kinda nice actually? being at a carnival with a boyfriend who wants to show off and win prizes for him. warming significantly with that thought, keith's shoulders relax, tension visibly lifting as he surveys the park. a rusted sign posted at a fork in the path reads fun house and carousel pointing left and right respectively. keith raises an eyebrow. ]
[ the amount of horrific robo-entities they’ve encountered since being hauled off to prison is not something shiro likes to think about in any capacity. by comparison though, jonorrhea is, by all accounts, the least offensive of them all. but… yeah, running a sword through its misaligned body to sever its spine would have been satisfying. his only answer is a soft snort and a pat of his fingers against keith’s back, both as agreement and in parting, as he lets his arm swing back to his side.
he looks over at keith then, smile already in place before he’s even settled his gaze. as soon as he sees keith there, though, hugging the plush comfortably with its upside down heart shape of a head close to keith’s face… that smile sobers slightly. there’s something about the way that looks. he can’t put his finger on it but… he’s distracted with a feeling he can’t discern, the kind that scrambles his belly and knocks hard at his ribs. ]
You’re welcome…
[ he sounds distracted because he is. he realizes it, though, so there’s a saving grace in a self-awareness that has him shaking his head and looking forward. ah, a decision. he comes to a stop in front of the signs, looking one way, then the other, before once more, taking a chance at looking at keith. he feels it again; heat in a very inappropriate place in this very inappropriate time. he clears his throat and musters up a grin. ]
They have to be! They wouldn’t lie to us.
[ false advertisement and all that, right? ]
Besides… I’ll take my chances with the Fun House. Because that carousel, uhm…
[ it’s not that far off; it’s easily seen from where they’re standing. there are a few horses – unicorns – but the ride is largely made of, well, large phalluses. ]
[ keith casts an uncertain glance from shiro to the carousel. easy to see why shiro chose not to finish that thought. aside from being painted in garish colors, the carousel is a disturbing mass of cocks slowly thrusting up and down to off-ky music. the whole thing might've been less jarring if there weren't the occasional unicorn because they open up a whole slew of other questions keith doesn't want in his head. did the porn aliens steal a carousel from another reality and neglect to finish converting the ride into some phallic eyesore? or were the unicorns put there to satisfy some uh.... kink.
keith's expression scrunches with a shudder as he abruptly swivels his gaze back to shiro, arms clutching a little tighter around his plush as he nods in vigorous agreement. ]
.... Yeah, let's skip the carousel.
[ granted, the visual absurdity of watching shiro cling to a giant dick might actually be kinda amusing, but not enough that the public spectacle would be worth. it's a thought that might warrant some unpacking, really. a private dick riding is okay, but not a public one? he blushes, looking down at his feet as he starts heading down the fork to the absolutely correctly advertised fun house. silence holds for a few beats until he decides the closest thing to a "proper date" they're likely to have while held prisoner shouldn't be spent feeling awkward. ]
Hey, Shiro? After this, let's go back?
[ it's the mildest way keith can think of putting it. the park itself isn't crowded by any means, but there's an atmosphere about's the opposite of the peace and quiet that he prefers to spend his time in. heh. not that going back today of all days is going to be spent quietly, but that's a prospect that's both nerve wracking and exciting? keith still hasn't quite settled on which.
what's less ambiguous is that once they walk a few more yards, the fun house comes into much clearer view.
ah. so perhaps this is why so many kids have a fear of clowns???? ]
[ so keith would like to go back after a run through the, supposed, fun house. there’s a moment there, from one step to the next, that his stride falters, ever so slightly, almost like he’s going to stop. it’s a cue. a hint. shiro doesn’t associate subtlety with keith, however, so he doesn’t see it as such; if keith wanted to leave now, he’d simply say so, right? neither of them want to explore this fun house and yet, neither have outright said it, so shiro… keeps walking for the goal, going through the motions of what he thinks he’s meant to. ]
Okay, sure. This should be pretty quick, anyway.
[ should be and will be, because when that horrific sight comes into view, shiro is especially motivated to get in and get out with quick strides. closer and closer now, they wander toward the ramped railing of the attraction's entrance, and there, shiro has to reconsider the options. perhaps he should be the one to ask for them to leave now. it feels a bit like backing down from a challenge, though. like he’s spooked from the gaudiness of the exterior. playing a coward in front of his boyfriend, as a prelude to their first night together… – probably not the best kind of mood to set.
arguably, visiting a fun house isn’t the greatest form of foreplay, either. still, shiro sets his shoulders to breathe life into his determination and then, gently, pries one of keith’s hands loose from the plush, to hold it at their sides. he tilts his head, sidelining a glance toward keith, mouth upkicked for a slanted smile. ]
Seems popular enough. So it can’t be that bad.
[ it’s true, three people pile onto the ramp ahead of them and hurry up. another scoots in and… huh, funny that they’re all men. before another group can wander in before them, shiro tugs at keith’s hand and gets them on the ramp to start up. no line, no wait, everything moves quickly, and so, soon they’re walking through that clown’s mouth and through an archway that then turns to the left. it’s narrower here, with trick mirrors framing on both sides as they scoot along some metal rollies. it leads them right into some brightly colored punching bags, which they have to squeeze in between. he laughs, because what else is he meant to do when confronted with such lame entertainment? he supposes it’s fun, if only because keith, now free to use both his hands, is behind him, dealing with the same ridiculousness.
… and then it isn’t so ridiculous. the path turns sharply to the right and the entire room opens up into long running walls that have dozens of circular cut-outs. the fun is considerably less childlike then. ]
… Do you think the big, open mouth entrance was meant to be a warning?
[ making a joke at a time like this? it’s distraction and anxiety that has his mouth moving, uttering such embarrassment. it helps, at least momentarily, to mask the wet sound of the man on his knees immediately to the left, face pressed close to the wall, but not close enough to block view of the cock being pressed down his throat. ]
YEAH WOW. idk what to do with forbidden pre midnight praise
[ the open mouthed entryway is a sight and a half that might one day feature in keith's nightmares, but it's not necessarily a deterrent in the way that it perhaps ought to be. being cooped up on the same fucking premises for months and months on end makes novelty, even the weird and creepy kind, all the more appealing. not that they've found anything especially useful, but it's just... heh nice to be exploring with shiro while holding hands. really, that's the most regrettable part about going back to shiro's cube.
whatever misgivings he may have had about the fun house based solely on the exterior, however, still manage to be understated once they set foot inside the premises. as they walk into the narrow hall, keith physically freezes, eyes locked onto the rows of holes and the prisoners kneeling or bent over presenting before them.
the greedy suckling noises from the man closest to them snaps keith gaze towards him, but there's still a mortified, yet faraway expression on his face as he stares. in all his time spent sucking down anon's cock through the hole in the bathroom door of that house, keith has never once thought about what he looked like doing it. or more accurately, he's never once wanted to think about it. the wide stretch of this man's lips as a cock pushes in deep makes keith's body go tense as he lets out s quiet choked noise of this own.
fuck, that isn't remotely the correct reaction. distantly, keith's aware that shiro's sayigg something, but the words feel faraway and as disemboeided as the cocks poking through each little opening. ]
Uh...
[ it's all keith can manage. between that and finally snapping his eyes away from the guy happily blowing and drooling, keith has finally moved past from his initial paralysis to a sudden curdling at the pit of his stomach. is anon dick here feeding his cock into some new guy? drawing them smiley faces and telling them they mean something?
fuck. it doesn't matter. it never mattered because he's with thth shiro who means more to him that keith knows what to do with. but it stings all the same to be left behind without a word. maybe it's not at all personal and the guy just got sent back home on praole or whatever the prison official claim about disappearances, but....
no. keith gives himself a mental shake, refusing to cede any ground to grief when this is meant to be a date with his best friend. keith breathes out, arms loosening fruther around the plush as he finally, very belatedly looks at shiro with an embarrassed smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. ]
I... sorry. Place is kinda distracting. I.. wow. Guess I always figured porn prison would be more straight forward about orgies...
[ shiro’s thoughts aren’t all that different from keith’s. in the moment, when his neck is arched and his mouth is open, lips so close to the balsa wood that they occasionally brush, shiro is miles away from any sort of care centered on the scene he presents. there’s no one there to see him, afterall. it’s him, anon mouth, and a fucking door between them. well, toward the end there hadn’t been, but the matter is much the same: there’s freedom to be shameless when anonymity is the name of the game. now though, shiro is forced to reconcile what he’s seeing to a past that, he’d hoped, would stay in the past.
so he looked like that, huh? drool wetting his lips and throat expanding? he doesn’t think he would have ever been so bold as to frequent a set-up like this. it’s too exposed. the lights of the room are kept low, with very little light from outside filtering through, but all the same, he can make out faces and features if he cares to look, maybe even dig up some familiarity to those he’s seen on the prison grounds. on the other side of the door, though – maybe? maybe he would have liked trying this, just to lose himself in the sound of not one mouth, but dozens of mouths slurping and moaning. in some odd way, he feels as though, if that were true, that it would be a relief. then it’d be the kink itself. dirty, filthy, embarrassing as it is, it’s somehow better than him only wanting gloryholes and veiled identities when it comes to one anonymous in particular.
is he here? shiro ended things between them rather abruptly, at least on his end. he regrets that now. not him stopping their trysts, but for not doing it properly with an explanation of sorts. every time he’d tried to write a note, it had seemed… juvenile. like he was breaking up with someone via letter, even though they’d never been together or dating or whatever. there had been no lasting agreement to continue, so he’d simply used that as his needed justification to stop checking for signals and notes. so again, he wonders if anonymous mouth is here, getting his fill. anonymous mouth seemed to have enjoyed his anonymity just as much as shiro, so likely not. he wouldn’t be the type to join in this sort of orgy.
orgy?
shiro drags his gaze away from the guy in the red tank top two holes down, seemingly just realizing that keith is talking to him. embarrassing; he’d just been talking, too, and his attention drifted that much in the span of a few seconds? he clears his throat, fixating on keith’s smile and trying not to allow his attention to be leached again. ]
They do like to spring things on us though…
[ there’s a bang and there goes shiro’s attention, once more swiveling to, not red tank top guy, but the next one over, head steady and mouth dripping as the door shakes with a bang of someone’s hips. oh. shiro knows what that’s like. again, he clears his throat and looks away. ]
Hopefully this isn’t some sort of, in order to leave, you must participate, thing. Because I, uh… wow, I wouldn’t even know what to do.
[ the bang diverts both their attentions. as determined as keith may have been to keep his eyes on shiro, sudden sharp noises have a way of being harbingers of disaster. would that have been preferable to the reciprocal throaty groan of the guy another hole down, followed by more frenetic pounding and slamming? keith swallows hard, trying not to stare but finds that bizarre paralysis from before is back full force, keeping him locked in place as heat blooms across his cheeks and threatens to spread lower.
fuck. it's not that he finds any of this arousing -- it's not. this whole orgy is as awkward as it is embarrassing, and keith doesn't like being presented with an all too vivid image of what his own pleasure seeking looked like. the banging cuts off aburptly as something wet drips from the corners of the man's mouth. keith bites his lower lip anxiously as he looks past him and towards the door on the far side of the hallway. the dim lighting makes it hard to see exactly how many people are here, but the air is full of slick, wet noises and lewd grumblings.
it's -- it's been a while. prior to porn prison, keith hadn't really thought of himself as a person with requirements for intimacy and touch. outside of the occasiol jerk off session to help him relax, he hadn't really felt compelled to go looking for more. being with shiro has changed that, but before shiro it'd been anon who made him think that maybe intinacy with others wasn't so bad? again, he swallows, trying not to stare at a waiting phallus pushed through a hole further dwon the line.
it's strange really, how had this ever felt safe? him and anon were alone. sure, but there'd always been risks and potential for abuse and it had simply never happened. anon made it feel safe to explore things keith felt he couldn't, and now? anon isn't that at all. just... just another dick in the facility.
keith isn't looking at shiro by the time his boyfriend collects himself enough to speak, but the words sure as hell startle him into doing that. fuck. horrified by the thought, and just as mortified by shiro's innocence here, keith's face and ears burn hot as he stammers: ]
I- [ shit. the thought hadn't even crossed his mind that this isn't a voluntary orgy at all. for all he knows, a public suck off is the only way out of this fun house and anxiety twists his stomach into knots. ] No.
[ no? like porn prison has ever cared about his deisres? ]
Not like this.
[ because being intimate with shiro is supposed to be different. on their terms, for starters. trying to get a grip on himself, keith takes a deep breath then remembers: ]
If we can't get out that door, I'm breaking it with my bayard.
[ it’s not the reaction shiro anticipates, not that there is any cut and dry reaction for something like this. it’s just… sometimes he forgets how obscenely abnormal all of this is. it’s filthy and a little gross, yeah, to walk in on what is otherwise a private affair by earth standards, but they’ve been exposed to this sort of thing for nearly half a year now. the shock value isn’t anywhere near what it used to be, at least not for shiro, and that’s where the mistake lies: he forgets that his internalizing isn’t exactly normal either.
they were joking a moment ago. stilted and awkward, sure, but keith had even forced a smile and so, shiro, being the fool that he is, didn’t overanalyze it. idiot that he is was too busy thinking about a certain anonymous when he should have been putting every ounce of attention into taking care of his boyfriend. a boyfriend who was traumatized with forced sexual acts shortly after receiving his sentence.
shiro makes a joke about hoping they don’t have to participate to get out? what the fuck is wrong with him?
whether or not it’s the right thing to be doing now, when keith likely already feels cornered and claustrophobic, shiro can’t help the immediate step closer as he crowds in what he hopes is comforting. or at the very least, enough to block some of the scene around them. get him out. it quickly becomes the only thing in his head; a single goal that he is entirely willing to go down for. property destruction? yeah, sure, he’ll take a demerit for that. ]
Not before I punch a hole through it. [ and he takes keith’s hand in his again, loathing himself for ever having dropped it to begin with. he gives a tug as he walks ahead, full intention being to muscle his way through anyone who so much as wanders in their way. ] Come on.
[ it should have been fine. most everyone is occupied. a quicker step and maybe they would’ve made it, but shiro feels a backward tug that falters his stride and has him pausing, head quickly turning with a jerk to peer over his shoulder. a man, knelt on the floor with his shirt bunched up to his armpits and residue on her lips, has a hand outstretched and fisted in keith’s pantleg. ]
[ punch a hole through ....? ah, right. shiro has that galra arm for some added manpower for hole punching. how... handy? fuck, keith isn't sure what's wrong with him that in a moment of revulsion, the most insightful commentary he has to his boyfriend's take charge attitude is the world's lamest pun. he keeps his lips sealed, gripping shiro's hand tight as his boy leads them through glory hole hell. keith tries not to stare at anything as they stride quickly down the line, but he can't help throwing curious glances at the peeking cocks.
it's impossible to tell with such poor lighting if any of them are anon dick's. what would he even do if he could perfectly recognize and identify the guy by his dick, anyway? drag his feet, make shiro hold his plush to walk over and punch a dick? would that even be cathartic considering the interrogation shiro would put him through later?
perhaps if keith were paying attention to things other than waggling penises waiting for a willing receptacle, he'd have seen the danger posed by those on the ground. he actually gasps when a hand snatches a fistful of his pants, only to make a horrible choking noise at the man's familiar gravelly voice. seized by the sudden fear that perhaps he's been recognized, it takes keith a moment of forced deep breathing to even register the comically bizarre accent is obviously disqualifying for this to be his anon.
.... and then a further minute to register that he's being propositioned. by someone wantng to know if his dick is bii-boh-bi sized. the instinct to kick out and forcibly break the man's grip fizzles as his brain force quits on the spot. ]
No!
[ fuck is that all he can say? flustering, keith almost drops the plush and manages to catch it by the stubby rounded feet before it hits the ground. ... but not before the head bonks their new friend jven on the head. ]
No? Shame. But you can slap with me around with yours anyway.
[ having just been on the verge of apologizing, keith finds himself extremely pleased for being slow on the delivery. with the need to yell rising exponentially, he snatches up the plush, shoving it against shiro's chest for him to secure. ]
Hold this.
[ the inmate chuckles, pleased by the apparent acceptance of the offer. the delight is short lived however, when keith rolls his eyes. ]
Why would I ever choose you when I'm with him?
[ grabbing shiro's hand, keith resumes walking again, annoyance doesn't lift easily, not when he's dealing with nobody's, but it does feel better having said that aloud. ]
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this isn't breaskfast porn sadly. it's more like brunch porn.
[ he should be stepping in. keith’s still got that knee-jerk franticness to his voice and while, yes, he’s fully capable of handling himself, he also doesn’t need to… because shiro’s here. sort of. he’s a little slow, too, it seems. they’re surrounded by holes and sucking mouths, and yet, this is the part he finds abnormal: keith being hit on. now that it’s happening, right in front of him no less, shiro has to wonder if this happens often. they’re prisoners in a facility specifically geared toward illicit activities and for how little effort keith puts into his appearance, he’s still, basically, sex on legs. said legs are ridiculously long in proportion, holding up a frame that’s strong, yet lean. and then there’s the face, with his sharp angles and intense eyes, framed with unruly hair that keeps shiro constantly wavering between two fantasies of either gently smoothing his bangs from those pretty irises or curling his fingers tight for a wanting yank.
he needs to step it. the moments have piled up, however, and his delay is what earns him a plush being shoved into his arms not even a millisecond after his muscles tense in his legs. he never takes that intended step and instead, is made to watch, then follow, as keith takes up lead. now, he wouldn’t say he’s pleased by the scene keith made…
who is he kidding, of course he’s pleased. realistically, shiro never felt threatened by someone with dirty knees and a dirty mouth, desperately trying to steal keith away but it’s… invigorating to be chosen. their boyfriend status is new and it’s exciting, how confident keith sounded in saying, essentially, shiro is his and he’s shiro’s, too. now shiro’s the one clutching at the oversized plush and trying to muscle down a moony expression that has no business being on his face in a dimly lit, overstuffed room of amateur exhibitionists.
busy trying to school his features, shiro doesn’t say anything in the handful of seconds it takes to reach the door. that’s sobering in itself and pausing before it, shiro manages to uncurl his smile. ]
Is it… [ locked? impenetrable? he brushes by keith and turns his body, shoving his hip to the push bar. he’s fully expecting to meet resistance, but the door gives and he almost stumbles over his own feet as it swings outward. still holding keith’s hand, shiro gives it a squeeze and now he’s the one back in the lead as he pushes the door wider with his foot and pulls keith outside. it’s technically not the exit. they can continue to another section by going to the left, one that seemingly heads toward an upstairs. there’s a ramp leading down to the carnival grounds, however; guess some people only want to visit the gloryhole room before tapping out. ]
I take back my earlier comment. [ he starts leading keith down the ramp, more than happy to put this place behind them. ] Fun Houses aren’t so fun.
[ an almost laugh that doesn’t hold any genuine humor and then, after a pause, a gentler, more careful: ]
[and the thrilling conclusion to the orgy is total confusion. shiro isn't expecting the door to open and, frankly, neither is keith. having saved a bit of pent up anger to channel towards breaking the exit door off its hinges only for it to swing open nice and easy, keith is left blinking in surprise and with no outlet. ]
Uh...
[ his voice is quiet, shoulders tense and waiting for something else to actually be the obstruction, but with shiro leading them down the ramp and rest of the amusement park now mere feet away, keith is forced to refocus. ]
Um... [ there it is again, his trademark eloquence rearing its head for the world to see. giving himself a mental kick, keith shifts his line of sight from the fairground where inmates have lined up to purchase cotton candy to his boyfriend.
is he okay? for a moment, keith thinks he might actually burst into laughter. ]
Ww just escaped from a random orgy and ... [ squint. ] You got me a dick.
[ if he sounds bewildered, that's because he is. with the smiley face of the plush turned inwards to shiro's chest, the phallic shape takes on its proper context. keith wrinkles his nose, something tickling the back of his throat as he huffs completely incredulously. ]
I... they put a smiley face on it.
[ .... like another certain someone would have? wait, shit. no. the tentative laughter cuts off abruptly, and keith teeters, lips pulling in a tense line that could go either into a smile or a scowl. ]
I... [ shit, what was the question again? flushing with embarrassment, keith looks down at his feet as he lets shiro lead them back to the cubes. ] ...I don't know how to feel.
[ about anything, really other than a growise, knowing that his boyfriend's sweet concern would curdle with disgust if he knew keith had been intimate with a guy through a hole. and not just once, but repeatedly. unable to make any eye contact, keith keeps his grip on shiro's hand loose. ]
... Hey, I know what your answer is gonna be, but I just need to hear it in your voice, okay? If we start being intimate and you don't like it for whatever reason, you wouldn't just stop talking to me, right?
[ oh, what? this is a… – of course, it’s a dick. once he sees it, he can’t unsee it, and all at once, he’s mentally giving himself a slap. how did he not realize that sooner? it’s so obvious. unnerving, too, because now he’s staring down at a plush, fuzzy dick that is staring back at him. there’s a trash bin at the bottom of the ramp; would keith mind if shiro dumped this guy in it? stop it; why is he getting all tangled up about a dick plush? one that made contact with that pawing man in the orgy room. maybe this dick plush now has a std. does that wash off if he sticks this guy in a washing machine?
he’s getting sidetracked.
giving himself another mental slap, shiro keeps walking, keeps leading down, down the ramp. the ramp ends and his feet touch the dirt, the carnival spreading out every which way and offering up dozens of avenues to take. the exit had been… this way? he thinks? either way, he sets course and hopes for the best.
he’s tempted, not even ten steps later, to stop, though. what keith asks can only suggest a much deeper problem that deserves more than the back of shiro’s head and an answer over his shoulder. the desire to get out of this place is strong, however; so while he doesn’t stop to address keith with the full weight of his gaze and attention, shiro slows his steps until they sync next to each other, the two of them walking together, rather than shiro tugging him along. the path ahead of them is wide; the open corridor made by lines of food stands isn’t overcrowded in the middle, so shiro stops watching where his feet are leading him and turns his head to keith beside him.
right is the answer, though a wholly inadequate one. knowing this, shiro swings, perhaps, a little too far the other way. ]
You’re invaluable to me, Keith. I’m not walking away from you – ever.
[ whether or not they’re together, shiro wants keith in his life in some capacity. preferably with the title of best friend, since it suits keith so well. he tightens his grip then, making up for the looseness of keith’s. ]
And we deserve a chance. I wouldn’t give up on us like that. [ he tried to stop it before it could ever begin, yes, but things are different now. ] Our chemistry is, well, you know. You feel it. [ his smile isn’t shy, but there’s definitely a sweeter, boyish quality to it, his head turning forward again. ] So I doubt we’re going to have a problem, anyway.
YELLS. i guess that's good motivation to bury you properly this weekend
[ despite the nature of the question, keith is privately relieved shiro isn't making it an ordeal by halting the way back to the cubes entirely. keith wants to leave the carnival's festivities behind, and doesn't want to drag this bit of reassurance seeking into the privacy of the cube either.
there's nothing to discuss at length here, after all. the uncertainty following anon's abrupt disinterest isn't shiro's doing, and he isn't so insecure as to think one random barely-there relationship will predict the fallout of the closest bond he's ever had to another person. a simple right would've sufficed, but of course shiro goes above that.
keith listens, gradually tightening his grip on shiro's hand in turn. eye contact is still difficult to make, though he forces it for two beats before turning his face forward again to watch the path back to the cubes.. ]
Okay.
[ the reply is inadequate -- something keith makes up for a beat late. ]
Thanks. I'm not seriously worried about it or anything, just .. nervous, I guess.
[ and also now a little too aware of his own sexual preferences now than he was previously. how the hell do boyfriends talk about things like that? do they talk about things like that or simply fall into configurations that work? trying not to overthink, keith shakes his head and gives shiro's hand a squeeze. ]
H-how do you like things anyway? [ things? fuck. if he can't be bold enough to just spit out proper words, then maybe he shouldn't be talking about this at all. annoyed, keith amends: ] Sex, I mean.
[ he’s squeezing his hand now; that’s encouraging. it feels like progress, like they won’t, once again, be derailed from giving their physical chemistry a proper shot. of course, just because keith stresses that he isn’t seriously worried, doesn’t mean that’s wholly true. the fact that keith follows it up by asking for cliffnotes on shiro’s expectations in bed puts a crack in shiro’s renewed confidence. boyfriends talk about this sort of thing, he reminds himself. it just feels like a last ditch effort, asked with minutes to go and out in the open for anyone to hear.
actually, given the location, this is an entirely appropriate conversation to be having in public. he laughs unintentionally at that, head turning to give keith a brief glance. ]
Where do I even start with a question like that?
[ good-humored, it’s more teasing than anything else. he only means… it’s generalized enough that he doesn’t know what direction to take. it’s restrictive, only in that it’s too open-ended, so he ends up tripping over his own thoughts trying to organize them into an answer. there is, of course, also the fact that thinking about what he likes in bed has him thinking about how he doesn’t always like things in bed, that sometimes he likes unconventional places for sex. too much. he’ll start with the obvious. ]
I like pleasing my partner, there’s that. [ he always pegged himself as a service top. adam was… directive, and shiro had no qualms about following through with whatever his then fiance wanted from him. the list hadn’t been all that extensive, unfortunately; he's hoping keith is more agreeable to indulging shiro. ]
So I guess you can say I like foreplay. Handjobs, blowjobs, rimjobs, fingering… I like doing a little of everything before, you know… [ now he’s being the wavering one; polite, sensible, sweet faced shiro hesitating on saying dirty words. ] – Putting my dick inside you.
[ actually, that sounds dirtier than fucking you would have. ]
[ having this conversation outside while they're still walking has its pros and cons. most importantly, there's less pressure surrounding the subject matter when there isn't a bed in plain sight, waiting to be used. that in itself, keith thinks is almost worth the passing glances as they move past other inmates while shiro talks about plainly.
if his face wasn't pink before, it almost certainly is now. to say that he had no intention to judge is a misrepresentation, only in that keith had assumed shiro's sexual preferences were, if not entirely squeaky clean, at least not quite as overtly filthy as mouth on ass. silly of keith, really, to assume that kind of kink was something reserved for folks who prefer to keep their identities a secret for the ages. keith never stops walking, but he swivels his face , eyes round as he stares at shiro's mouth.
really? is a risiculous question to ask in follow up. fortunately for shiro, he's spared the incredulity, but only because the rest of his assertions make keith splutter.
You....
[ heat burns up to the tips of his ears and keith hastily blinks, eyes forward again as they approach a set of turnstiles at the exit. glad to have a proper excuse to let go of shiro's hand, he clears his throat and passes through the gate.
one breath, then two and he turns to wait for shiro on the other side, shoulders tense despite a conscious attempt to stay relaxed. ]
You want me to bottom...?
[ that shouldn't come as a surprise. tall, broad and atrong -- shiro checks off every point going down the list of stereotypes for tops. hell, it barely takes any imagination to see that having shiro take charge in this capacity as well is a stunning dream. it's just.... ]
I've... [ never done that before?> no, the phrasing is wrong and yet... it isn't. keith has never bottomed for a guy with his face and identity in plain sight. as much as keith realizes there's no shame in finding pleasure in this way, it's still a guilty pleasure at best -- not something he necessarily wanted brought into the light for scrutiny. ]
I... [ fuck. where the hell is he going with all these start-stop aborted trains of thought? brow furrowing, keith lets out a deep breath, rubbing the back of his head. ] ... I guess I should have seen that coming, huh?
[ he laughs, more of a nervous huff as he forces a smile. ]
Didn't see the rimming thing coming though.
[ yes, that's a deflection. shut up and let keith have this while he scrambles to make sense of his head. it's not even that he finds rimming gross at this point -- anon's seen to that extremely thorouhgly in the end. ]
[ it takes some shuffling to get through the turnstiles when he has an armful of happy cock. it’s made harder still when he has keith sounding so… off. shiro should be accustomed to this by now. every time they deviate into topics more boyfriend-esque than friendship-like, they slam face first into a hurdle of awkwardness that takes a good couple of minutes to get by. he can’t help wondering if it’ll always be like this; if there’ll always be a certain level of resistance when it comes to them being more than friends. it’s not wholly keith, either. shiro’s to blame for creating some of the awkwardness, though he is trying to push through it by speaking plainly.
perhaps too plainly if keith looks nervous and forced in his reception.
it’s a defeating thought, one that knocks shiro’s confidence down a few more pegs. he gets through the turnpike though, hefting the plush up in the loop of his arm and holding it close, semi supported on his hip. ]
It’s okay if you aren’t into that. [ rimming. he smiles as he steps close, but he doesn’t take keith’s hand. some things are easy to pick up on. a loose grip, placating squeezes, and a hastily dropped hand… – shiro will just grip his free hand to the plush as well, holding it entirely as gives a short nod forward, continuing in his stride and trusting keith to come along. ] It’s not a deal-breaker.
[ it hadn’t been with adam. he hopes this isn’t keith flat out saying no to it, but if it is, shiro likes him quite a lot more than the pastime of mouthing at ass. there is a possible problem, though. an incompatibility that he hadn’t at all considered, because keith asked him to do it months ago. he wanted shiro to fuck him. sure, he’d been high on aphro but the fact is the same: at one point, keith wanted to bottom for him. has that changed? ]
But, um… you’re surprised I’m a top? Is that… a deal-breaker?
[ 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.
there are so many good doggo gifs, i'm still laughing about the floppy seal doggo
[ 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.
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I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE. this is also shortish. what is happening.
so yeah, probably rigged. not that he’s going to cut his losses. shiro’s stubborn too and his is particularly bullheaded. for now, he sidelines his gaze, peeking at that frowny face before turning his head for a full look, snorting softly on the beginnings of a laugh. ]
Uh huh. It’s because you’re not giving the ball any love.
[ teasing and said with a grin. not that he wants to watch keith suck on any balls either, at least not ones of the ping pong variety. he gives his throat a clear as a reminder to himself that this isn’t the place to be picturing keith, half obscured by a sheet and smiling up at him through the splay of his thighs. later. after he’s won this blasted game and they’ve found their way back to his cube. so – best get to work on that first one. ]
Or maybe… it’s that the ball handler isn't receiving any love. [ okay, so maybe his thoughts haven’t returned fully to their default setting of pure and responsible. he gives the ball another roll between his fingers. ] Maybe, you should give me a kiss for luck.
yeah who are you. HOW SUS.
thankfully, shiro goes on to clarify his actual meaning and keith relazes visibly. he laughs quietly, shaking his head in disbelief with himself. of course shiro wouldn't be suggesting anything weird with that thing in the corner. ]
Heh. Just maybe?
[ keith raises an eyebrow, smile spreading slow but warm. ]
Can't believe you're trying to con me into kissing you for science.
[ actually, no. that's entirely believable. it's just that it still feels kinda new and exciting to be playing these boyfriend only games with shiro. so, despite fully recognizing this for what it is, is keith going to turn his boy down? no. he'll take a half step closer, step up onto his toes and press a kiss to shiro's cheek .
.... and then kiss the other one, a half beat later. see, that's not self indulgence, it's: ]
For double luck.
I AM NOT A SEAL. also, i'm still scarred by that animatronic.
I feel luckier already.
[ he’s still got that ping pong in hand, rolling it once more, as he similarly gives his right shoulder a roll. it’s peacocking; like he’s putting on a show with the way he turns his face forward and lines up the shot. a breath, a cock back of his hand, and then a release to have the ping pong bouncing off the counter to go careening toward the layout of cups. it’s not skill that has it bouncing off one rim and it’s not luck that has the trajectory changing so impossibly toward another cup. it’s a straight up miracle.
the ping pong drops into the cup, seemingly not even grazing the sides on its way down. hot damn. it’s a red one, too. he doesn’t actually hear it clink the bottom over the stutter of his own breath, disbelief coloring his voice. ]
It worked? [ brain lags behind for one beat and then, abruptly, he visibly jerks with the straightening of his shoulders, his spine. his expression picks up too, just like the rest of him: his grin back and blinding in his utter excitement. ] It worked!
[ and then he turns on keith. he shoves the bucket into the crook of his other arm, just so he can grab at keith. he dips down with a bend of his knees and snags keith at the waist, lifting back to height and hauling keith along with him. keith’s legs go on for days, but those feet won’t be grazing the ground for a few ticks here, because shiro is laughing and hugging keith, one-armed, to his body. ]
We did it, baby! [ oh. wait. they’re not there yet. ] – Keith.
but it makes sense!! tl;dr so hard to type with flippers.... best flop away from the animatronic!
good thing the ball's miraculous flight path ends up being sufficient distraction from the distinctly moony quality of his thoughts, huh? keith blinks, disbelief plain to see. as certain as he'd been about the rigging, he was really only half serious about how to win...
there are some real questions to be asked here like how the fuck this amusement park has seemingly set this game up to even enable this gimmick, but with a toe in that rabbit hole and the reminder that he turned fucking purple here once is sufficient cause to abandon the headache waiting to happen. looks like shiro is right there with him -- or should that be on him? the arm wraps tight around his waist and keith has exactly enough time to blurt: ]
Woah!
[ before throwing his arms around shiro's chest to cling. barely a beat later and keith winds up laughing airily, releasing one shoulder to promptly ruffle fingers through an already wind swept floof. ]
Hey!
[ he starts, then stops rather ineloquently. baby. right. boyfriends do that sort of thing. calling each other by pet names and sweet nothings and -- fuck. his face starts to warm all over again, heart beating a little too fast for something so innocuous. baby. does he like it when shiro calls him baby? does eh want to be shiro's baby? is he meant to call him something cheesy right back? flustering, the tussle slows and keith pushes back shiro's hair from his face. ]
You did it, you... waffle?
[ .... f u c k. flushing harder with embarrassment because he doesn't have a clue how the hell that'll be taken, he ads hastily: <.small>]
You know.. cuz they're sweet?
[ fuckfuckfcuk. but if there's any silver lining to this situation, it's found surprisingly in the form of that horrid animatronic. music starts to play from a rusted speaker in its chest as it slowly whirs to life and points upwards to the prizes hanging from the rafters. ]
i'm no longer speaking to you
and he supposes that’s why he likes it. it’s horribly clunky – waffle, seriously? – but only keith would default to something so off the wall. it’s obvious keith does not realize how endearing this is, which shiro should remedy, instead of going a touch moony over how amusingly cute his best friend is, but then there’s music. of course shiro looks. it isn’t that he hadn’t seen that horrid creation earlier; it’s extremely difficult to miss. but largely ignoring the sick contortion of its shape is easier when it’s not making noise and… moving…?
shiro allows himself one, full tick to stare, sickened and wary, at the booth attendant and then he’s pointedly looking away. he’s yet to put keith down and he will continue to hold him up despite the strain in his left shoulder as he takes one stride, two strides forward. that’s all it takes for him to be at the counter, where he drops off the bucket of ping pongs. right hand now free, he grasps at keith with it and together, he gently lowers keith until his feet touch the ground. ]
So I’m sweet like a waffle.
[ the grin is back and closer, too, because shiro crowds into keith’s space with a bend, playfully nudging his forehead to keith’s. ]
Maybe I should call you strawberry, then. Sweet, red, and the best topping for a waffle.
[ topping. topper? he hears it afterwards and thinks, wait, though he’s interrupted from going any further with it. the thing is… it isn’t just music now. the thing speaks amidst the tune and it’s weird. shiro lifts his head off of keith’s, reluctantly staring over at the robo-attendant. ]
That… needs to never speak again. [ which, of course, it does, by repeating the same thing. seems it will continue to do so until they hurry up and comply. sheesh, someone should tell it about patience. ] Okay, okay, uh… this is cute.
[ and he releases keith to shuffle over a step, reaching up to tug down this very happy guy. ]
How about this?
.... oh.
strawberry. the title seemingly rings in keith's ears and with the way his face continues to warm, he's pretty sure he might look like a strawberry, too. how embarrassing. waffe and strawberry. strawberry and waffle..... fuck. there's no getting around the fact that the more keith mulls this over, the more his brain brain goes into an infinite loop of processing errors. he manages a tiny, again, embarrassing mewl of a half-answer, that cuts off right around when that thing starts to speak.
keith startles visibly, eyes locked in on the possibility of a threat as shiro puts him down on the ground. is summoning his bayard completely overkill? probably. at the very least, conventional wisdom suggests a date shouldn't include things like stabbing animatronic robots, right? right. he continues to watch the creepy thing while shiro deals with the demand it's making.
and that's when he spots a sticker on its chest. the sticker is peeling at the corners and yellowed with age, but the name remains distressingly legible. keith stares, only slightly taken out of the staring by the question being asked of him. frankly, he only gives the smiling face a passing glance before nodding and ste taking a large step away from jonorrhea and its many, many balls. ]
Uh-huh. It uh... kinda looks like a Bii-Boh-Bi.
[ it looks nothing like a bii-boh-bi. particularly around the base and head, but that's something to mull over later. ]
.... you know i don't mean it.
That’s a good thing, right?
[ holding the plush between both his hands, shiro stares at the sparkling eyes for a beat longer and then turns to keith. ]
A little something from, uh… home?
[ sort of? is it comforting to have a plush of a practical stranger from your home universe? shiro’s leaning toward, no, no it’s not, but before he can delve into that further, a practical stranger from this universe is butting in again.
why does it sound like that?
oh. god. and what is that? is it actually named jonorrhea. as in gonorrhea? ]
Here. [ still squinting at jonorrhea, shiro holds the plush out toward keith, gently, yet insistently pushing it into keith’s arms. ] Let’s go before that thing starts walking.
[ and then he’s ushering keith away by pressing his hand firmly to his back. one step, two step, and now they’re picking up speed on the stride because what the fuck? ]
don't you :c
that all said, exercising restraint in the face of solicitations and harassment leaves a very sour taste in keith's mouth. with shiro's arm pushing his back and swiftly herding them away, keith merely grumbles under his breath as he walks. ]
Should shove a sword through it.
[ though perhaps it would like that for some godforsaken reason. with a pouty hmph, keith wraps his arms tighter around the dubious bii-boh-bi plush, takes a deep breath and looks to shiro with a small smile. ]
That was weird. But thanks for the plush, Shiro.
[ circumstances aside, it's ... kinda nice actually? being at a carnival with a boyfriend who wants to show off and win prizes for him. warming significantly with that thought, keith's shoulders relax, tension visibly lifting as he surveys the park. a rusted sign posted at a fork in the path reads fun house and carousel pointing left and right respectively. keith raises an eyebrow. ]
Are fun houses actually fun?
you are a bean that i cherish ok
he looks over at keith then, smile already in place before he’s even settled his gaze. as soon as he sees keith there, though, hugging the plush comfortably with its upside down heart shape of a head close to keith’s face… that smile sobers slightly. there’s something about the way that looks. he can’t put his finger on it but… he’s distracted with a feeling he can’t discern, the kind that scrambles his belly and knocks hard at his ribs. ]
You’re welcome…
[ he sounds distracted because he is. he realizes it, though, so there’s a saving grace in a self-awareness that has him shaking his head and looking forward. ah, a decision. he comes to a stop in front of the signs, looking one way, then the other, before once more, taking a chance at looking at keith. he feels it again; heat in a very inappropriate place in this very inappropriate time. he clears his throat and musters up a grin. ]
They have to be! They wouldn’t lie to us.
[ false advertisement and all that, right? ]
Besides… I’ll take my chances with the Fun House. Because that carousel, uhm…
[ it’s not that far off; it’s easily seen from where they’re standing. there are a few horses – unicorns – but the ride is largely made of, well, large phalluses. ]
oh. okay then c:
keith's expression scrunches with a shudder as he abruptly swivels his gaze back to shiro, arms clutching a little tighter around his plush as he nods in vigorous agreement. ]
.... Yeah, let's skip the carousel.
[ granted, the visual absurdity of watching shiro cling to a giant dick might actually be kinda amusing, but not enough that the public spectacle would be worth. it's a thought that might warrant some unpacking, really. a private dick riding is okay, but not a public one? he blushes, looking down at his feet as he starts heading down the fork to the absolutely correctly advertised fun house. silence holds for a few beats until he decides the closest thing to a "proper date" they're likely to have while held prisoner shouldn't be spent feeling awkward. ]
Hey, Shiro? After this, let's go back?
[ it's the mildest way keith can think of putting it. the park itself isn't crowded by any means, but there's an atmosphere about's the opposite of the peace and quiet that he prefers to spend his time in. heh. not that going back today of all days is going to be spent quietly, but that's a prospect that's both nerve wracking and exciting? keith still hasn't quite settled on which.
what's less ambiguous is that once they walk a few more yards, the fun house comes into much clearer view.
ah. so perhaps this is why so many kids have a fear of clowns???? ]
THE VERY BEST BEAN. it's not even midnight wow
Okay, sure. This should be pretty quick, anyway.
[ should be and will be, because when that horrific sight comes into view, shiro is especially motivated to get in and get out with quick strides. closer and closer now, they wander toward the ramped railing of the attraction's entrance, and there, shiro has to reconsider the options. perhaps he should be the one to ask for them to leave now. it feels a bit like backing down from a challenge, though. like he’s spooked from the gaudiness of the exterior. playing a coward in front of his boyfriend, as a prelude to their first night together… – probably not the best kind of mood to set.
arguably, visiting a fun house isn’t the greatest form of foreplay, either. still, shiro sets his shoulders to breathe life into his determination and then, gently, pries one of keith’s hands loose from the plush, to hold it at their sides. he tilts his head, sidelining a glance toward keith, mouth upkicked for a slanted smile. ]
Seems popular enough. So it can’t be that bad.
[ it’s true, three people pile onto the ramp ahead of them and hurry up. another scoots in and… huh, funny that they’re all men. before another group can wander in before them, shiro tugs at keith’s hand and gets them on the ramp to start up. no line, no wait, everything moves quickly, and so, soon they’re walking through that clown’s mouth and through an archway that then turns to the left. it’s narrower here, with trick mirrors framing on both sides as they scoot along some metal rollies. it leads them right into some brightly colored punching bags, which they have to squeeze in between. he laughs, because what else is he meant to do when confronted with such lame entertainment? he supposes it’s fun, if only because keith, now free to use both his hands, is behind him, dealing with the same ridiculousness.
… and then it isn’t so ridiculous. the path turns sharply to the right and the entire room opens up into long running walls that have dozens of circular cut-outs. the fun is considerably less childlike then. ]
… Do you think the big, open mouth entrance was meant to be a warning?
[ making a joke at a time like this? it’s distraction and anxiety that has his mouth moving, uttering such embarrassment. it helps, at least momentarily, to mask the wet sound of the man on his knees immediately to the left, face pressed close to the wall, but not close enough to block view of the cock being pressed down his throat. ]
YEAH WOW. idk what to do with forbidden pre midnight praise
whatever misgivings he may have had about the fun house based solely on the exterior, however, still manage to be understated once they set foot inside the premises. as they walk into the narrow hall, keith physically freezes, eyes locked onto the rows of holes and the prisoners kneeling or bent over presenting before them.
the greedy suckling noises from the man closest to them snaps keith gaze towards him, but there's still a mortified, yet faraway expression on his face as he stares. in all his time spent sucking down anon's cock through the hole in the bathroom door of that house, keith has never once thought about what he looked like doing it. or more accurately, he's never once wanted to think about it. the wide stretch of this man's lips as a cock pushes in deep makes keith's body go tense as he lets out s quiet choked noise of this own.
fuck, that isn't remotely the correct reaction. distantly, keith's aware that shiro's sayigg something, but the words feel faraway and as disemboeided as the cocks poking through each little opening. ]
Uh...
[ it's all keith can manage. between that and finally snapping his eyes away from the guy happily blowing and drooling, keith has finally moved past from his initial paralysis to a sudden curdling at the pit of his stomach. is anon dick here feeding his cock into some new guy? drawing them smiley faces and telling them they mean something?
fuck. it doesn't matter. it never mattered because he's with thth shiro who means more to him that keith knows what to do with. but it stings all the same to be left behind without a word. maybe it's not at all personal and the guy just got sent back home on praole or whatever the prison official claim about disappearances, but....
no. keith gives himself a mental shake, refusing to cede any ground to grief when this is meant to be a date with his best friend. keith breathes out, arms loosening fruther around the plush as he finally, very belatedly looks at shiro with an embarrassed smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. ]
I... sorry. Place is kinda distracting. I.. wow. Guess I always figured porn prison would be more straight forward about orgies...
i'm surprised the world hasn't ended
so he looked like that, huh? drool wetting his lips and throat expanding? he doesn’t think he would have ever been so bold as to frequent a set-up like this. it’s too exposed. the lights of the room are kept low, with very little light from outside filtering through, but all the same, he can make out faces and features if he cares to look, maybe even dig up some familiarity to those he’s seen on the prison grounds. on the other side of the door, though – maybe? maybe he would have liked trying this, just to lose himself in the sound of not one mouth, but dozens of mouths slurping and moaning. in some odd way, he feels as though, if that were true, that it would be a relief. then it’d be the kink itself. dirty, filthy, embarrassing as it is, it’s somehow better than him only wanting gloryholes and veiled identities when it comes to one anonymous in particular.
is he here? shiro ended things between them rather abruptly, at least on his end. he regrets that now. not him stopping their trysts, but for not doing it properly with an explanation of sorts. every time he’d tried to write a note, it had seemed… juvenile. like he was breaking up with someone via letter, even though they’d never been together or dating or whatever. there had been no lasting agreement to continue, so he’d simply used that as his needed justification to stop checking for signals and notes. so again, he wonders if anonymous mouth is here, getting his fill. anonymous mouth seemed to have enjoyed his anonymity just as much as shiro, so likely not. he wouldn’t be the type to join in this sort of orgy.
orgy?
shiro drags his gaze away from the guy in the red tank top two holes down, seemingly just realizing that keith is talking to him. embarrassing; he’d just been talking, too, and his attention drifted that much in the span of a few seconds? he clears his throat, fixating on keith’s smile and trying not to allow his attention to be leached again. ]
They do like to spring things on us though…
[ there’s a bang and there goes shiro’s attention, once more swiveling to, not red tank top guy, but the next one over, head steady and mouth dripping as the door shakes with a bang of someone’s hips. oh. shiro knows what that’s like. again, he clears his throat and looks away. ]
Hopefully this isn’t some sort of, in order to leave, you must participate, thing. Because I, uh… wow, I wouldn’t even know what to do.
don't jinx it!!
fuck. it's not that he finds any of this arousing -- it's not. this whole orgy is as awkward as it is embarrassing, and keith doesn't like being presented with an all too vivid image of what his own pleasure seeking looked like. the banging cuts off aburptly as something wet drips from the corners of the man's mouth. keith bites his lower lip anxiously as he looks past him and towards the door on the far side of the hallway. the dim lighting makes it hard to see exactly how many people are here, but the air is full of slick, wet noises and lewd grumblings.
it's -- it's been a while. prior to porn prison, keith hadn't really thought of himself as a person with requirements for intimacy and touch. outside of the occasiol jerk off session to help him relax, he hadn't really felt compelled to go looking for more. being with shiro has changed that, but before shiro it'd been anon who made him think that maybe intinacy with others wasn't so bad? again, he swallows, trying not to stare at a waiting phallus pushed through a hole further dwon the line.
it's strange really, how had this ever felt safe? him and anon were alone. sure, but there'd always been risks and potential for abuse and it had simply never happened. anon made it feel safe to explore things keith felt he couldn't, and now? anon isn't that at all. just... just another dick in the facility.
keith isn't looking at shiro by the time his boyfriend collects himself enough to speak, but the words sure as hell startle him into doing that. fuck. horrified by the thought, and just as mortified by shiro's innocence here, keith's face and ears burn hot as he stammers: ]
I- [ shit. the thought hadn't even crossed his mind that this isn't a voluntary orgy at all. for all he knows, a public suck off is the only way out of this fun house and anxiety twists his stomach into knots. ] No.
[ no? like porn prison has ever cared about his deisres? ]
Not like this.
[ because being intimate with shiro is supposed to be different. on their terms, for starters. trying to get a grip on himself, keith takes a deep breath then remembers: ]
If we can't get out that door, I'm breaking it with my bayard.
x:<
they were joking a moment ago. stilted and awkward, sure, but keith had even forced a smile and so, shiro, being the fool that he is, didn’t overanalyze it. idiot that he is was too busy thinking about a certain anonymous when he should have been putting every ounce of attention into taking care of his boyfriend. a boyfriend who was traumatized with forced sexual acts shortly after receiving his sentence.
shiro makes a joke about hoping they don’t have to participate to get out? what the fuck is wrong with him?
whether or not it’s the right thing to be doing now, when keith likely already feels cornered and claustrophobic, shiro can’t help the immediate step closer as he crowds in what he hopes is comforting. or at the very least, enough to block some of the scene around them. get him out. it quickly becomes the only thing in his head; a single goal that he is entirely willing to go down for. property destruction? yeah, sure, he’ll take a demerit for that. ]
Not before I punch a hole through it. [ and he takes keith’s hand in his again, loathing himself for ever having dropped it to begin with. he gives a tug as he walks ahead, full intention being to muscle his way through anyone who so much as wanders in their way. ] Come on.
[ it should have been fine. most everyone is occupied. a quicker step and maybe they would’ve made it, but shiro feels a backward tug that falters his stride and has him pausing, head quickly turning with a jerk to peer over his shoulder. a man, knelt on the floor with his shirt bunched up to his armpits and residue on her lips, has a hand outstretched and fisted in keith’s pantleg. ]
Is yours as big, sweetcheeks?
[ his gaze gives an appraising look to mr. bii-boh-bi, then back to keith. ]
Which door are you pickin’? I gotta know.
=u=
it's impossible to tell with such poor lighting if any of them are anon dick's. what would he even do if he could perfectly recognize and identify the guy by his dick, anyway? drag his feet, make shiro hold his plush to walk over and punch a dick? would that even be cathartic considering the interrogation shiro would put him through later?
perhaps if keith were paying attention to things other than waggling penises waiting for a willing receptacle, he'd have seen the danger posed by those on the ground. he actually gasps when a hand snatches a fistful of his pants, only to make a horrible choking noise at the man's familiar gravelly voice. seized by the sudden fear that perhaps he's been recognized, it takes keith a moment of forced deep breathing to even register the comically bizarre accent is obviously disqualifying for this to be his anon.
.... and then a further minute to register that he's being propositioned. by someone wantng to know if his dick is bii-boh-bi sized. the instinct to kick out and forcibly break the man's grip fizzles as his brain force quits on the spot. ]
No!
[ fuck is that all he can say? flustering, keith almost drops the plush and manages to catch it by the stubby rounded feet before it hits the ground. ... but not before the head bonks their new friend jven on the head. ]
No? Shame. But you can slap with me around with yours anyway.
[ having just been on the verge of apologizing, keith finds himself extremely pleased for being slow on the delivery. with the need to yell rising exponentially, he snatches up the plush, shoving it against shiro's chest for him to secure. ]
Hold this.
[ the inmate chuckles, pleased by the apparent acceptance of the offer. the delight is short lived however, when keith rolls his eyes. ]
Why would I ever choose you when I'm with him?
[ grabbing shiro's hand, keith resumes walking again, annoyance doesn't lift easily, not when he's dealing with nobody's, but it does feel better having said that aloud. ]
this isn't breaskfast porn sadly. it's more like brunch porn.
he needs to step it. the moments have piled up, however, and his delay is what earns him a plush being shoved into his arms not even a millisecond after his muscles tense in his legs. he never takes that intended step and instead, is made to watch, then follow, as keith takes up lead. now, he wouldn’t say he’s pleased by the scene keith made…
who is he kidding, of course he’s pleased. realistically, shiro never felt threatened by someone with dirty knees and a dirty mouth, desperately trying to steal keith away but it’s… invigorating to be chosen. their boyfriend status is new and it’s exciting, how confident keith sounded in saying, essentially, shiro is his and he’s shiro’s, too. now shiro’s the one clutching at the oversized plush and trying to muscle down a moony expression that has no business being on his face in a dimly lit, overstuffed room of amateur exhibitionists.
busy trying to school his features, shiro doesn’t say anything in the handful of seconds it takes to reach the door. that’s sobering in itself and pausing before it, shiro manages to uncurl his smile. ]
Is it… [ locked? impenetrable? he brushes by keith and turns his body, shoving his hip to the push bar. he’s fully expecting to meet resistance, but the door gives and he almost stumbles over his own feet as it swings outward. still holding keith’s hand, shiro gives it a squeeze and now he’s the one back in the lead as he pushes the door wider with his foot and pulls keith outside. it’s technically not the exit. they can continue to another section by going to the left, one that seemingly heads toward an upstairs. there’s a ramp leading down to the carnival grounds, however; guess some people only want to visit the gloryhole room before tapping out. ]
I take back my earlier comment. [ he starts leading keith down the ramp, more than happy to put this place behind them. ] Fun Houses aren’t so fun.
[ an almost laugh that doesn’t hold any genuine humor and then, after a pause, a gentler, more careful: ]
You okay?
how dare you
Uh...
[ his voice is quiet, shoulders tense and waiting for something else to actually be the obstruction, but with shiro leading them down the ramp and rest of the amusement park now mere feet away, keith is forced to refocus. ]
Um... [ there it is again, his trademark eloquence rearing its head for the world to see. giving himself a mental kick, keith shifts his line of sight from the fairground where inmates have lined up to purchase cotton candy to his boyfriend.
is he okay? for a moment, keith thinks he might actually burst into laughter. ]
Ww just escaped from a random orgy and ... [ squint. ] You got me a dick.
[ if he sounds bewildered, that's because he is. with the smiley face of the plush turned inwards to shiro's chest, the phallic shape takes on its proper context. keith wrinkles his nose, something tickling the back of his throat as he huffs completely incredulously. ]
I... they put a smiley face on it.
[ .... like another certain someone would have? wait, shit. no. the tentative laughter cuts off abruptly, and keith teeters, lips pulling in a tense line that could go either into a smile or a scowl. ]
I... [ shit, what was the question again? flushing with embarrassment, keith looks down at his feet as he lets shiro lead them back to the cubes. ] ...I don't know how to feel.
[ about anything, really other than a growise, knowing that his boyfriend's sweet concern would curdle with disgust if he knew keith had been intimate with a guy through a hole. and not just once, but repeatedly. unable to make any eye contact, keith keeps his grip on shiro's hand loose. ]
... Hey, I know what your answer is gonna be, but I just need to hear it in your voice, okay? If we start being intimate and you don't like it for whatever reason, you wouldn't just stop talking to me, right?
now i just gotta do the seven hobbit meal times
he’s getting sidetracked.
giving himself another mental slap, shiro keeps walking, keeps leading down, down the ramp. the ramp ends and his feet touch the dirt, the carnival spreading out every which way and offering up dozens of avenues to take. the exit had been… this way? he thinks? either way, he sets course and hopes for the best.
he’s tempted, not even ten steps later, to stop, though. what keith asks can only suggest a much deeper problem that deserves more than the back of shiro’s head and an answer over his shoulder. the desire to get out of this place is strong, however; so while he doesn’t stop to address keith with the full weight of his gaze and attention, shiro slows his steps until they sync next to each other, the two of them walking together, rather than shiro tugging him along. the path ahead of them is wide; the open corridor made by lines of food stands isn’t overcrowded in the middle, so shiro stops watching where his feet are leading him and turns his head to keith beside him.
right is the answer, though a wholly inadequate one. knowing this, shiro swings, perhaps, a little too far the other way. ]
You’re invaluable to me, Keith. I’m not walking away from you – ever.
[ whether or not they’re together, shiro wants keith in his life in some capacity. preferably with the title of best friend, since it suits keith so well. he tightens his grip then, making up for the looseness of keith’s. ]
And we deserve a chance. I wouldn’t give up on us like that. [ he tried to stop it before it could ever begin, yes, but things are different now. ] Our chemistry is, well, you know. You feel it. [ his smile isn’t shy, but there’s definitely a sweeter, boyish quality to it, his head turning forward again. ] So I doubt we’re going to have a problem, anyway.
YELLS. i guess that's good motivation to bury you properly this weekend
there's nothing to discuss at length here, after all. the uncertainty following anon's abrupt disinterest isn't shiro's doing, and he isn't so insecure as to think one random barely-there relationship will predict the fallout of the closest bond he's ever had to another person. a simple right would've sufficed, but of course shiro goes above that.
keith listens, gradually tightening his grip on shiro's hand in turn. eye contact is still difficult to make, though he forces it for two beats before turning his face forward again to watch the path back to the cubes.. ]
Okay.
[ the reply is inadequate -- something keith makes up for a beat late. ]
Thanks. I'm not seriously worried about it or anything, just .. nervous, I guess.
[ and also now a little too aware of his own sexual preferences now than he was previously. how the hell do boyfriends talk about things like that? do they talk about things like that or simply fall into configurations that work? trying not to overthink, keith shakes his head and gives shiro's hand a squeeze. ]
H-how do you like things anyway? [ things? fuck. if he can't be bold enough to just spit out proper words, then maybe he shouldn't be talking about this at all. annoyed, keith amends: ] Sex, I mean.
/insert gif of doggo tapping his paws
actually, given the location, this is an entirely appropriate conversation to be having in public. he laughs unintentionally at that, head turning to give keith a brief glance. ]
Where do I even start with a question like that?
[ good-humored, it’s more teasing than anything else. he only means… it’s generalized enough that he doesn’t know what direction to take. it’s restrictive, only in that it’s too open-ended, so he ends up tripping over his own thoughts trying to organize them into an answer. there is, of course, also the fact that thinking about what he likes in bed has him thinking about how he doesn’t always like things in bed, that sometimes he likes unconventional places for sex. too much. he’ll start with the obvious. ]
I like pleasing my partner, there’s that. [ he always pegged himself as a service top. adam was… directive, and shiro had no qualms about following through with whatever his then fiance wanted from him. the list hadn’t been all that extensive, unfortunately; he's hoping keith is more agreeable to indulging shiro. ]
So I guess you can say I like foreplay. Handjobs, blowjobs, rimjobs, fingering… I like doing a little of everything before, you know… [ now he’s being the wavering one; polite, sensible, sweet faced shiro hesitating on saying dirty words. ] – Putting my dick inside you.
[ actually, that sounds dirtier than fucking you would have. ]
.... i can see this gif so clearly in my mind
if his face wasn't pink before, it almost certainly is now. to say that he had no intention to judge is a misrepresentation, only in that keith had assumed shiro's sexual preferences were, if not entirely squeaky clean, at least not quite as overtly filthy as mouth on ass. silly of keith, really, to assume that kind of kink was something reserved for folks who prefer to keep their identities a secret for the ages. keith never stops walking, but he swivels his face , eyes round as he stares at shiro's mouth.
really? is a risiculous question to ask in follow up. fortunately for shiro, he's spared the incredulity, but only because the rest of his assertions make keith splutter.
You....
[ heat burns up to the tips of his ears and keith hastily blinks, eyes forward again as they approach a set of turnstiles at the exit. glad to have a proper excuse to let go of shiro's hand, he clears his throat and passes through the gate.
one breath, then two and he turns to wait for shiro on the other side, shoulders tense despite a conscious attempt to stay relaxed. ]
You want me to bottom...?
[ that shouldn't come as a surprise. tall, broad and atrong -- shiro checks off every point going down the list of stereotypes for tops. hell, it barely takes any imagination to see that having shiro take charge in this capacity as well is a stunning dream. it's just.... ]
I've... [ never done that before?> no, the phrasing is wrong and yet... it isn't. keith has never bottomed for a guy with his face and identity in plain sight. as much as keith realizes there's no shame in finding pleasure in this way, it's still a guilty pleasure at best -- not something he necessarily wanted brought into the light for scrutiny. ]
I... [ fuck. where the hell is he going with all these start-stop aborted trains of thought? brow furrowing, keith lets out a deep breath, rubbing the back of his head. ] ... I guess I should have seen that coming, huh?
[ he laughs, more of a nervous huff as he forces a smile. ]
Didn't see the rimming thing coming though.
[ yes, that's a deflection. shut up and let keith have this while he scrambles to make sense of his head. it's not even that he finds rimming gross at this point -- anon's seen to that extremely thorouhgly in the end. ]
it's the appropriate gif to welcome maru tags
perhaps too plainly if keith looks nervous and forced in his reception.
it’s a defeating thought, one that knocks shiro’s confidence down a few more pegs. he gets through the turnpike though, hefting the plush up in the loop of his arm and holding it close, semi supported on his hip. ]
It’s okay if you aren’t into that. [ rimming. he smiles as he steps close, but he doesn’t take keith’s hand. some things are easy to pick up on. a loose grip, placating squeezes, and a hastily dropped hand… – shiro will just grip his free hand to the plush as well, holding it entirely as gives a short nod forward, continuing in his stride and trusting keith to come along. ] It’s not a deal-breaker.
[ it hadn’t been with adam. he hopes this isn’t keith flat out saying no to it, but if it is, shiro likes him quite a lot more than the pastime of mouthing at ass. there is a possible problem, though. an incompatibility that he hadn’t at all considered, because keith asked him to do it months ago. he wanted shiro to fuck him. sure, he’d been high on aphro but the fact is the same: at one point, keith wanted to bottom for him. has that changed? ]
But, um… you’re surprised I’m a top? Is that… a deal-breaker?
bless that pupper...
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.
there are so many good doggo gifs, i'm still laughing about the floppy seal doggo
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.
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
we are so close to The Crisis
You'll Feel Better Soon.....
i pictured the pokestation perfectly in my brain & started laughing, i want you to know that
GOOD =w=
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Fitting, that I end with the morning porn.
i feel contractually obligated to tag this so you have more morning porn
i am mid-morning porning. i am losing my edge.
it is still morning porn, it counts??
Coffee, actual food breakfast and porn; you're set up for a wonderful day
it's true, my day was stacked
and here we go again with an attack of tags
and now it is my turn to morning porn....
and so it continues
shl it really does because here i am... in the morning. writing filth
two morning porns in one day, what is happening
THREE.
This isn't morning porn but... Does it still count.
i say yes in spirit.
here i am to sin
or bless jizzus's birthday...??
How can one comment box hold so much curse
it is a mystery
p sure the answer to the mystery is you
but i am such a good bean....
you are, you are, i appreciate you at 7:30 AM. i've doomed us all.
ah. so i should expect another blizzard then.
YOU BETTER NOT GET ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE. DON'T EVEN JINX IT
sfhjkls ok
i am leaving you on read here bc you left me on read elsewhere
BY ACCIDENT!! also happy first tag of 2023
my first tag was wholesome and yours was filth, ic how this year is going to pan out
YOU TOLD ME TO???
i am being slandered per usual
I SAID SO MANY NICE THINGS ON THAT LOVE MEE.
OKAY TRUE and it touched my lil heart ; ~ ; ty for being so kind
/wears my good bean badge
this once, you deserve it
I ALWAYS deserve this badge
what about when you're talking about people being trampled at walmart
LISTEN i take no joy in that??? i was merely making cultural observations.
UH HUH. walmart is our place of worship apparently
LISTEN. I AM ONLY POINTING OUT POINTS ONF DIFFERENCE.
i want you to know, that every time i go to walmart now, i think of this "cultural difference"
sfdhjskl does that count as enhancement...
... i suppose i must now add walmart to the list
lol the list of enhanced words is incredible
just everything about the main list is perfection
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i said AM porn, so here it is: AM porn
i can't believe you are now back in AM porn land
i hate this tag, i want you to know
i cringed the whole time typing a response
i just... will keith ever find out that he has a beet booty
shiro could tell him!!! or i guess make out with him immediately after...
perhaps shiro should take a picture of his booty hole and simply show him
gosh he could LOL
perhaps he can print it out and take it w him to canada
i can't believe this is their future. looking at filthy pictures and talking about the good old days
fjkghgw it'll keep them warm???
but my tundra research says otherwise??
fjkjhg ah yes. your pokemoning in the low 30s weather. i wonder if s + k can pokemon in the tundra
Important. Research.!!!!
IT REALLY IS. i value your commitment to the research of our many sheith verses
yes, i deserve to be appreciated
so modest
shhh you, too, are deserving of appreciation.
/insert cat hugging gif
BEAVER DAM IM YELLING
Keith has been Henry'd
....i will never look at that name the same way thanks
henry doesn't deserve this. he is such an innocent, fussy bean.
YOU DID THIS
ive been yelling at a constant pitch for 8 hrs. i cannot believe you brought approval kink into this
KEITH BROUGHT IT IN !! I AM ALSO YELLING.
i'll just be over here closing my eyes for eternity
can i join you?
... no. you're the one causing this eternity eye closing
YOU brought up the terminology!!
i continue to feel judged for providing such wonderful tags
we both know this judgment is highly warranted???
i admit to nothing
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c:
i am not fooled by this smile
:c
.... /pokes ur sad cheeks
... i hate that this tactic works in making the sad face less sad
dont be tsun
i do what i want!
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i'm kind of upset that i didn't get this up on easter because... well. y'know.
LOL i suppose you were merciful to zombie jesus
couldn't sin too much
uh huh uh huh
at this rate, we'll be doing this thread longer than titanic
ok that would make me laugh
we're already more than halfway there!
listen maybe tey'll go to bed now??
i think they will. shiro needs to recharge his prince
yes plug that prince in for recharging
the bunny 1 is in the way tho :c
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