[ 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. ]
Edited 2022-11-05 02:58 (UTC)
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.
[ shiro stops and keith tries not to groan. it's hard having the conversation about his self perception and seemingly mismatched preferences with himself, let alone another person -- even if that person is shiro.. this isn't supposed to be an ordeal, except the careful sweep of his hair and the gentle concern on shiro's face make his heart trip before skipping beats. ]
I know, I know... [ chagrined, keith sucks in a deep breath before dragging his hand down and away to force a no nonsense air. ] It feels good when your prostate's getting all banged up.
[ resisting the urge to fold his arms, keith sighs audibly, breath ruffling his hair. ]
I don't know, Shiro. I just never pictured myself being... okay with, you know. [ voice dropping a few decibels lower: ] Bending over? Letting someone else take charge? I mean, I like it? ... But it kinda feels wrong to want it, I guess. It's not... I dunno, leaderly.
[ you know. the thing shiro wanted keith to be. keith grimaces, more embarrassed than anything else and tries for a self deprecating laugh. ]
ANd I don't want it with anyone I don't trust. But I trust you, so....
[ so. <.small>]
I CAN'T FIND HIM. i forgot what keywords i searched with
[ shiro understands, to a degree. afterall, he’s never bent over himself. up until coming here, it simply never came up. unlike keith, no one else misinterpreted shiro's being more suited to topping and so, the few trysts before adam never wanted more than to spread themselves for him. adam was much the same, though a touch mouthier when it came to directing shiro on how to perform. since then, it has come up here, though, but shiro suspects that’s largely due to him broadcasting part of his sentencing early on. he does need to bottom at some point, apparently, which isn’t something he’s necessarily against, especially if it means one step closer to getting out of here. but he’s like keith: he only wants it from someone he trusts. in a word? keith.
it’s interesting, though, that keith says that and yet, he’s bottomed – how many times? enough to develop a guilty pleasure in having his, in keith’s words, prostate banged up. trust implies some sort of time nurtured relationship. shiro knows that before they started a relationship, keith had found people he felt comfortable being physical with, he’d sort of said as much. but it hits differently, to have keith explicitly saying trust, even though it’s obvious that would be a contention.
who did keith trust before? did keith waffle and cringe, reasoning through it being acceptable to bottom for that dude too? or is this just a phenomenon exclusive to shiro?
he blows out a breath, silent on the sigh, but wholly feeling it with the droop of his shoulders. he’s focusing on the wrong things. again. keith needs him to keep it together. to be nothing more than receptive, encouraging, and comforting. so what if keith had someone special before? shiro did too. he just hopes that keith’s guy is truly in the past.
of course he is. he shakes off the completely irrational insecurity and forcibly smoothes out that tiny wrinkle of confusion, forcing a smile. ]
Just because you’re the one taking it, doesn’t mean you have to give up all control.
[ he gives keith’s bangs another flick, more playful this time, and somehow, just with that, it’s easier to settle into a more genuine mood. ]
But it’s nice, I promise… [ he tucks some hair behind keith’s ear, smoothly continuing on to trace down his neck and to cup his nape. ] Lying back… letting me lead you through your pleasure. You’ll like it and it’s good to like it.
[ doesn't it? the question is almost reflexive, though the flick of shiro's fingers makes keith blink, going wide eyed instead. the way things had worked out between him and anon, it certainly felt a lot more like his control was restricted to allowing anon to continue or not. keith hadn't resented that set up exactly, but in many ways he knows he was lucky to have a guy who took care of him rather than take full advantage.
took. past tense. keith looks up at shiro, resisting the urge to throw a look towards the fun house. perhaps in the end, none of that mattered because they were only using each other and putting smiley faces on notes to soften the ugly reality of their relationship.
it takes an extra beat, but when keith breathes out, he relaxes and manages a proper smile.. it's a shy thing, a touch embarrassed but keith quietly leans up onto th etipes of his toes to steal a chaste kiss. one peck and then his feet are planted firmly on the ground, a hand reaching to take shiro's metal one. ]
I know. I just... for a long time really didn't want to like it. ... Sex in general, really. Because I never really chose it?
[ there'd always been some external factor. guilt, a sense of responsibility, the need to go home, sexual punishment, aphrodisiac. anon at least gave him the space to try and process all of that without having to be attached to anything, but he'd inadvertently gotten attached anyway. stupid really, and this time keith actually huffs and squeezes shiro's metal fingers. ]
I know I'm overthinking it. Heh. ... But I really do wanna try with you., so.
[ so. this time, keith follows that up with a more decisive action. he resumes walking back to their cube, pulling shiro along by the hand. ]
[ yeah, he can see what keith means. nothing quite like being coerced into sharing one’s body under threat of never regaining their freedom. shiro’s had his own hurdles to overcome and he’s someone who came into this with a few points of reference. so for this place to be the starting point of a person’s sexual experience… – rough, to say the least. hindsight is amazingly clear and so, sometimes, shiro looks back and he wonders if he should have done this differently from day one. maybe he should have embraced the idea of being there for the keith. maybe they would’ve reached this point sooner. smoother, too.
or maybe not. maybe it would’ve changed everything.
difficult to know for certain, so he tries not to dwell on it too often. the important thing is that they’re here now and, seemingly, back on track. so he smiles, genuine and sweet, fingers quick to curl around keith’s as he’s led. the walk is rather short after that. no more pit-stops, no more delays, they start walking and they don’t waver until shiro’s cube comes into view. even then, their goal is much the same, although shiro’s a touch helpless to the excitement that seems to build with every step thereafter.
thirty yards out and he sidesteps, shortening the space between them so he’s obnoxiously brushing against keith’s shoulder and hip, their linked hands caught in-between. fifteen yards out and he leans over, kissing at keith’s hair and nipping at his ear. five yards and counting, he’s given up watching where he’s walking altogether, full on nuzzling at keith’s hair and cooing noises that are more happy rumblings than actual words.
their anklets ping and the door opens easily, shiro all but pushing keith inside. gently, of course, though clearly eager. but then they’re inside, keith in front and shiro coming in behind him as his backdoor lover…
and there he is. the wolf.
shiro groans, head falling forward to rest his forehead, low and defeated, against keith’s shoulder. he’s still holding the plush in the crook of one arm and whether it’s for comfort or to channel his rising need to throttle something, he squeezes it ever tighter to himself. ]
Handle that. Please.
[ because he’s not fucking keith with an audience, especially one that has commandeered the bed. ]
[ it's hard not to be caught up in shiro's growing enthusiasm. the amount of indifferent resignation keith's built up for the amount of gross pda that occurs routinely at porn prison only extends to managing to deadeye his way past two inmates fucking like rabbits. being on the receiving end of affection, even as tame as this, makes him turn a rosy around the cheeks, heart thudding in anticipation for what's to come.
so of course when he enters the cube and spots kosmo lounging on the bed, tail wagging politely in greeting, keith feels a similar clunk of disappointment. that said, it's still not enough to keep him from sounding dismayed. ]
He's not a that, Shiro.....
[ the words are quiet in their disapproval. after all, keith isn't looking to pick a fight. he knows shiro and the wolf have had a rough start and that shiro's largely putting up with the wolf for his sake, but stilll. he'd rather hoped that shiro would grow fonder of the wolf than what a that implies.
somewhat bummed, keith peels himself away from shiro and walks towards the bed, hand outstretched to pet between the wolf's ears. instantly, his friend from the abyss closes his eyes, looking like the definition of the word contentment. ]
Hey, buddy. Go hang out with Lance or Pidge for a little while, okay? Or take a nap in my cube. I just need some alone time with Shiro. We'll sit by the beach afterwards, okay?
[ the wolf looks from keith to shiro, then to the dick plush in shiro's arms. having made some kind of conclusion about this, the wolf makes of a whuffling noise as he shakes his head. he gets to his feet, bumps his dnout to keith's hand and then disappears in a flash of blue light.
keith tries not to sigh as he takes a seat on the edge of the now empty bed. he doesn't say a word, but quietly pats the spot next to him.]
every one would love this... except shiro, apparently
[ ah, shit. he’s in trouble, isn’t he? he didn’t mean that as in the space wolf. that as the situation with the space wolf. but even he can see that tussling over words is petty and shallow, especially when it’s only the superficial layer of an issue that runs much deeper. it’s not that he dislikes the space wolf… now. he did before, yes, but he’s grown on shiro, mostly due to keith obviously being immensely fond of him.
sure, shiro would rather not routinely share a bed with an oversized pet who has a habit of scooting in close to keith. sometimes, shiro wakes up to keith cuddling that hunk of fur instead of him. shiro usually counters that by pressing keith to the bed the following evening and kissing him heavy until keith tells the wolf to go to his cube because they need privacy. making out and having an empty cube – it’s a wonder he doesn’t do that every night. actually, it’s not much of a mystery. keith loves that wolf. so as juvenile as shiro can become over hoarding keith’s affection, he does see that keith needs time with that pup. and besides, he can’t not like something or someone who brings keith joy, despite whatever fading reservations he still carries all these months later.
he could save them both a lot of time and energy if he simply said as much. if he started with an apology, too. but, petulantly, he fixates on that last thing keith said: we’ll sit by the beach afterwards. what’s that supposed to mean? is keith not planning on cuddling up to shiro, sweaty, sated, an exhausted? is he really going to get dressed and go hang out with his dog, while shiro lies here alone, staring at the ceiling?
bending down, he puts the plush on the floor, leaning its happy face up against the wall. with that, he walks over as instructed and sits down next to keith. all the while, he doesn’t say a thing. he merely awaits whatever is coming to him, face already scrunched into a small pout. ]
[ it's almost funny how quickly the mood can shift from one moment to the next. shiro is sullen and by the time he takes a seat on the bed, he's outright pouting. the absurdity of it should, again, bemaking keith laugh, but slow broiling guilt keeps keith feeling more somber than anything else. he reaches across to cover one of shiro's hands with his own and squeezes, but keeps his eyes on his feet. >]
It's not like I want the wolf watching either.
[ that much, keith figures should go without saying, but frankly there's little precedent for how to deal with shiro disliking something important to him. honestly, it's not something keith ever anticipated being a problem because shiro is otherwise so understanding. evidently though, he's either misjudged or taken too many liberties with shiro's affection. one way or another, the fact of the matter is that it's not the wolf's fault.
after all, it's not as though the wolf had asked to be brought here. no. that was all keith because he'd been impatient and thought perhaps the wolf could teleport them out beyond the prison fence. stupid. having a heavy sigh, keith rubs the back of his neck. ]
[ shiro is, of course, receptive to keith’s hand. keith squeezes his and shiro’s mood brightens a touch, his body seemingly following it by lifting up, first by his shoulders rolling back and then by the straightening of his spine. he sits less like a pouting fool, although his expression hasn’t quite cleared of that yet. there really is no reason for him to be pouting; he doesn’t receive a lecture, afterall. though, he’s almost disappointed by that. frustration is easier to weather. keith staring at his feet, sighing and sounding so disappointed – now that’s difficult.
shiro swallows back his own sigh; both of them can’t be sighing, they’ll get stuck in a loop. so he frowns instead and flips his hand, pressing palm to palm with his fingers pushing through the spaces of keith’s. ]
I don’t dislike him. [ sounds fake, doesn’t it? anticipating a scoff or a flat look, shiro puts more force behind his voice and tries again. ] I don’t!
[ he squeezes keith’s hand for good measure, as though that’ll make his statement more true. ]
I just… [ where is he going with this…? he licks his lips, thinking and searching for an explanation that doesn’t sound ridiculous. what he ends up with? go easy on him, keith. ] You're both his and my favorite person. So I get a little…
[ hesitation. ]
I mean.
[ frowns deeper, staring at his lap. ]
He hogs you a lot.
is it? i thought his heart is where he keeps his gator jokes
[ as insistent as shiro may be, negating a negative isn't exactly the same as naking an affirmative statement. keith keeps the growing need to sigh in check, equal parts wishing and regretful, as he listens.
truthfully, he thinks the story of shiro's disapproval is rooted entirely in unfortunate teleportation accidents and wrongfully issued misconducts.. after having to endure cleaning duty in the warden's "uniform" of choice, it's not as though keith doesn't understand why there are hard feelings.
this, however, is not a story of perceived injustices. instead this explanation just makes keith blink. and then blink again. ]
Wait. So you're saying... I don't pay enough attention to you?
[ if it sounds incredulous, it's because keith doesn't know how to parse that. shiro's beeo has been the center of his universe for years until the fallout with the clone made everything between them fraught with guilt and uncertainty. no, even afterwards, keith would have dropped everything if shiro had given any indication that he wanted to talk.
this shiro, of course, doesn't have that frame of reference, but .... still.,/i> of all things keith thought shiro might be upset over, the suggestion that he doesn't pay shiro enough mind ranks at the very bottom of that list. part of him wants to laugh, another part feels lost. ]
no no. different shiro. noct shiro has gator jokes, keith, the babies & more keith stuffed in there
[ … when keith says it, it sounds awfully stupid, doesn’t it? shiro cringes and then reverts, all that progress of sitting up straight and ditching the pout undoing in an instant. shoulders draw in and hitch higher, slightly, as if bracing himself against judgment. he certainly looks guilty, even though his head gives a stubborn shake of denial. ]
That’s not what I’m saying.
[ he’s still staring at his lap. it’s safe. it’s comfortable. it’s less ruinous to his determination to get through these next five minutes. ]
I’m saying… [ oh god, what is he saying? he falters because, truthfully, he’s never had to articulate the root of this begrudging tolerance. in the beginning, it was easy. the ill-fated teleportation trip to the bathhouse locker room gave him license to side-eye that wolf for a good couple of weeks. but shiro is rational beyond his stubbornness, so inevitably, he'd accepted it being a mistake made worse by whatever magic this prison holds. since then, he’s had no valid explanation for discouraging the wolf’s presence… but he has and he hasn’t thought heavily on why other than the shallow three's a crowd and they need privacy.
so what is it really? he comes to the answer and just knows he’s going to bring ridicule to himself. but they’re here, with keith’s hand holding his as he waits, so best to bite the bullet and get it over with, yeah? shiro exhales a huff through his nose, lips currently locked up tight on that ever present pout. finally, he does try again. ]
I’m saying… it’s difficult to share you. [ a proper sigh this time. ] And it’s taking awhile for me to learn how to.
[ because he’s never had to, you know? share. not like this. he knows keith’s been with other people here, but somehow that’s easier, because it’s fleeting. the keith shiro has always known has never had anyone else. from the garrison to voltron, shiro was – not everything, but close? maybe? terrible, isn’t it? for him to be grumbling over keith having someone else to adore. but here he is all the same. jealous of a fucking dog for stealing just a few of keith’s early morning cuddles. ]
[ for a moment keith is sincerely convinced he didn't hear that quite right. it hasn't exactly been easy for keith to learn how to share shiro in porn prison either, after all. sometimes he wonders about that night he woke up alone with shiro gone. the bed had still been empty even after keith's long detour with anon, and he'd been too exhausted afterwards to try and stay up until shiro returned. all he knows is that by the time he woke up in the morning, shiro was back and acting like nothing happened. so yeah -- learning to share. it hasn't always been easy, and keith can relate to that sentiment with minimal effort.
.... but in relation to the wolf of all things?
keith laughs, incredulously at first, but as relief takes hold his shoulders start to shake with mirth. ]
Seriously?
[ judging from the ridiculous pouting , perhaps that question is wholly unnecessary. keith lifts his free hand, giving shiro's cheek a cup and a gentle pinch. ]
And you lectured me on patience for years?
[ grinning wide, keith scans the room, eyes landing on the dick plush propped up by the wall. ]
I can't decide if I wanna bop you over the head with the dick or if I wanna kiss you.
[ yeah, yeah, laugh it up. there’s the initial oh no wince, eyes closing and pout intensifying, but while the embarrassment doesn’t lapse into obscurity, some constant inside shiro remembers how much he adores a happy, laughing keith. it softens some of his pain – some – and so, he braves opening his eyes, only to be welcomed by a pinch to his cheek. the pout continues to keep, although the tension to those lips is more so to fight off the chagrin, though strangely fond smile.
and you lectured me on patience for years?
hey now! don’t bring his wholly necessary and entirely helpful lectures into this! he balks, pout interrupted on a sputter. ]
You needed it!
[ still do, from time to time, but keith has already moved on to spot their friend there across the way. shiro glances toward the plush and – hell, he’s finding his way back to the pout. keith’s skillful and resourceful; on the battlefield he’s deadly because he’ll fight tooth and nail with anything he has at his disposal. but an oversized plushie of a dick? shiro’s seen him bonk one person with it already. is shiro truly going to be the next victim?
he turns his attention to keith, eyes wider, sadder, more pathetically hopeful as he takes a cheap shot at keith’s weakness for him. ]
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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 know, I know... [ chagrined, keith sucks in a deep breath before dragging his hand down and away to force a no nonsense air. ] It feels good when your prostate's getting all banged up.
[ resisting the urge to fold his arms, keith sighs audibly, breath ruffling his hair. ]
I don't know, Shiro. I just never pictured myself being... okay with, you know. [ voice dropping a few decibels lower: ] Bending over? Letting someone else take charge? I mean, I like it? ... But it kinda feels wrong to want it, I guess. It's not... I dunno, leaderly.
[ you know. the thing shiro wanted keith to be. keith grimaces, more embarrassed than anything else and tries for a self deprecating laugh. ]
ANd I don't want it with anyone I don't trust. But I trust you, so....
[ so. <.small>]
I CAN'T FIND HIM. i forgot what keywords i searched with
it’s interesting, though, that keith says that and yet, he’s bottomed – how many times? enough to develop a guilty pleasure in having his, in keith’s words, prostate banged up. trust implies some sort of time nurtured relationship. shiro knows that before they started a relationship, keith had found people he felt comfortable being physical with, he’d sort of said as much. but it hits differently, to have keith explicitly saying trust, even though it’s obvious that would be a contention.
who did keith trust before? did keith waffle and cringe, reasoning through it being acceptable to bottom for that dude too? or is this just a phenomenon exclusive to shiro?
he blows out a breath, silent on the sigh, but wholly feeling it with the droop of his shoulders. he’s focusing on the wrong things. again. keith needs him to keep it together. to be nothing more than receptive, encouraging, and comforting. so what if keith had someone special before? shiro did too. he just hopes that keith’s guy is truly in the past.
of course he is. he shakes off the completely irrational insecurity and forcibly smoothes out that tiny wrinkle of confusion, forcing a smile. ]
Just because you’re the one taking it, doesn’t mean you have to give up all control.
[ he gives keith’s bangs another flick, more playful this time, and somehow, just with that, it’s easier to settle into a more genuine mood. ]
But it’s nice, I promise… [ he tucks some hair behind keith’s ear, smoothly continuing on to trace down his neck and to cup his nape. ] Lying back… letting me lead you through your pleasure. You’ll like it and it’s good to like it.
happy paw tapping dog!!!
took. past tense. keith looks up at shiro, resisting the urge to throw a look towards the fun house. perhaps in the end, none of that mattered because they were only using each other and putting smiley faces on notes to soften the ugly reality of their relationship.
it takes an extra beat, but when keith breathes out, he relaxes and manages a proper smile.. it's a shy thing, a touch embarrassed but keith quietly leans up onto th etipes of his toes to steal a chaste kiss. one peck and then his feet are planted firmly on the ground, a hand reaching to take shiro's metal one. ]
I know. I just... for a long time really didn't want to like it. ... Sex in general, really. Because I never really chose it?
[ there'd always been some external factor. guilt, a sense of responsibility, the need to go home, sexual punishment, aphrodisiac. anon at least gave him the space to try and process all of that without having to be attached to anything, but he'd inadvertently gotten attached anyway. stupid really, and this time keith actually huffs and squeezes shiro's metal fingers. ]
I know I'm overthinking it. Heh. ... But I really do wanna try with you., so.
[ so. this time, keith follows that up with a more decisive action. he resumes walking back to their cube, pulling shiro along by the hand. ]
i wish to adopt all these dogs.
or maybe not. maybe it would’ve changed everything.
difficult to know for certain, so he tries not to dwell on it too often. the important thing is that they’re here now and, seemingly, back on track. so he smiles, genuine and sweet, fingers quick to curl around keith’s as he’s led. the walk is rather short after that. no more pit-stops, no more delays, they start walking and they don’t waver until shiro’s cube comes into view. even then, their goal is much the same, although shiro’s a touch helpless to the excitement that seems to build with every step thereafter.
thirty yards out and he sidesteps, shortening the space between them so he’s obnoxiously brushing against keith’s shoulder and hip, their linked hands caught in-between. fifteen yards out and he leans over, kissing at keith’s hair and nipping at his ear. five yards and counting, he’s given up watching where he’s walking altogether, full on nuzzling at keith’s hair and cooing noises that are more happy rumblings than actual words.
their anklets ping and the door opens easily, shiro all but pushing keith inside. gently, of course, though clearly eager. but then they’re inside, keith in front and shiro coming in behind him as his backdoor lover…
and there he is. the wolf.
shiro groans, head falling forward to rest his forehead, low and defeated, against keith’s shoulder. he’s still holding the plush in the crook of one arm and whether it’s for comfort or to channel his rising need to throttle something, he squeezes it ever tighter to himself. ]
Handle that. Please.
[ because he’s not fucking keith with an audience, especially one that has commandeered the bed. ]
i would also like a house of happy paw tap doggos
so of course when he enters the cube and spots kosmo lounging on the bed, tail wagging politely in greeting, keith feels a similar clunk of disappointment. that said, it's still not enough to keep him from sounding dismayed. ]
He's not a that, Shiro.....
[ the words are quiet in their disapproval. after all, keith isn't looking to pick a fight. he knows shiro and the wolf have had a rough start and that shiro's largely putting up with the wolf for his sake, but stilll. he'd rather hoped that shiro would grow fonder of the wolf than what a that implies.
somewhat bummed, keith peels himself away from shiro and walks towards the bed, hand outstretched to pet between the wolf's ears. instantly, his friend from the abyss closes his eyes, looking like the definition of the word contentment. ]
Hey, buddy. Go hang out with Lance or Pidge for a little while, okay? Or take a nap in my cube. I just need some alone time with Shiro. We'll sit by the beach afterwards, okay?
[ the wolf looks from keith to shiro, then to the dick plush in shiro's arms. having made some kind of conclusion about this, the wolf makes of a whuffling noise as he shakes his head. he gets to his feet, bumps his dnout to keith's hand and then disappears in a flash of blue light.
keith tries not to sigh as he takes a seat on the edge of the now empty bed. he doesn't say a word, but quietly pats the spot next to him.]
every one would love this... except shiro, apparently
sure, shiro would rather not routinely share a bed with an oversized pet who has a habit of scooting in close to keith. sometimes, shiro wakes up to keith cuddling that hunk of fur instead of him. shiro usually counters that by pressing keith to the bed the following evening and kissing him heavy until keith tells the wolf to go to his cube because they need privacy. making out and having an empty cube – it’s a wonder he doesn’t do that every night. actually, it’s not much of a mystery. keith loves that wolf. so as juvenile as shiro can become over hoarding keith’s affection, he does see that keith needs time with that pup. and besides, he can’t not like something or someone who brings keith joy, despite whatever fading reservations he still carries all these months later.
he could save them both a lot of time and energy if he simply said as much. if he started with an apology, too. but, petulantly, he fixates on that last thing keith said: we’ll sit by the beach afterwards. what’s that supposed to mean? is keith not planning on cuddling up to shiro, sweaty, sated, an exhausted? is he really going to get dressed and go hang out with his dog, while shiro lies here alone, staring at the ceiling?
bending down, he puts the plush on the floor, leaning its happy face up against the wall. with that, he walks over as instructed and sits down next to keith. all the while, he doesn’t say a thing. he merely awaits whatever is coming to him, face already scrunched into a small pout. ]
shiro's heart is a black hole....
It's not like I want the wolf watching either.
[ that much, keith figures should go without saying, but frankly there's little precedent for how to deal with shiro disliking something important to him. honestly, it's not something keith ever anticipated being a problem because shiro is otherwise so understanding. evidently though, he's either misjudged or taken too many liberties with shiro's affection. one way or another, the fact of the matter is that it's not the wolf's fault.
after all, it's not as though the wolf had asked to be brought here. no. that was all keith because he'd been impatient and thought perhaps the wolf could teleport them out beyond the prison fence. stupid. having a heavy sigh, keith rubs the back of his neck. ]
... just wish you didn't dislike him so much.
excuse you, shiro's heart is full of keith
shiro swallows back his own sigh; both of them can’t be sighing, they’ll get stuck in a loop. so he frowns instead and flips his hand, pressing palm to palm with his fingers pushing through the spaces of keith’s. ]
I don’t dislike him. [ sounds fake, doesn’t it? anticipating a scoff or a flat look, shiro puts more force behind his voice and tries again. ] I don’t!
[ he squeezes keith’s hand for good measure, as though that’ll make his statement more true. ]
I just… [ where is he going with this…? he licks his lips, thinking and searching for an explanation that doesn’t sound ridiculous. what he ends up with? go easy on him, keith. ] You're both his and my favorite person. So I get a little…
[ hesitation. ]
I mean.
[ frowns deeper, staring at his lap. ]
He hogs you a lot.
is it? i thought his heart is where he keeps his gator jokes
truthfully, he thinks the story of shiro's disapproval is rooted entirely in unfortunate teleportation accidents and wrongfully issued misconducts.. after having to endure cleaning duty in the warden's "uniform" of choice, it's not as though keith doesn't understand why there are hard feelings.
this, however, is not a story of perceived injustices. instead this explanation just makes keith blink. and then blink again. ]
Wait. So you're saying... I don't pay enough attention to you?
[ if it sounds incredulous, it's because keith doesn't know how to parse that. shiro's beeo has been the center of his universe for years until the fallout with the clone made everything between them fraught with guilt and uncertainty. no, even afterwards, keith would have dropped everything if shiro had given any indication that he wanted to talk.
this shiro, of course, doesn't have that frame of reference, but .... still.,/i> of all things keith thought shiro might be upset over, the suggestion that he doesn't pay shiro enough mind ranks at the very bottom of that list. part of him wants to laugh, another part feels lost. ]
no no. different shiro. noct shiro has gator jokes, keith, the babies & more keith stuffed in there
That’s not what I’m saying.
[ he’s still staring at his lap. it’s safe. it’s comfortable. it’s less ruinous to his determination to get through these next five minutes. ]
I’m saying… [ oh god, what is he saying? he falters because, truthfully, he’s never had to articulate the root of this begrudging tolerance. in the beginning, it was easy. the ill-fated teleportation trip to the bathhouse locker room gave him license to side-eye that wolf for a good couple of weeks. but shiro is rational beyond his stubbornness, so inevitably, he'd accepted it being a mistake made worse by whatever magic this prison holds. since then, he’s had no valid explanation for discouraging the wolf’s presence… but he has and he hasn’t thought heavily on why other than the shallow three's a crowd and they need privacy.
so what is it really? he comes to the answer and just knows he’s going to bring ridicule to himself. but they’re here, with keith’s hand holding his as he waits, so best to bite the bullet and get it over with, yeah? shiro exhales a huff through his nose, lips currently locked up tight on that ever present pout. finally, he does try again. ]
I’m saying… it’s difficult to share you. [ a proper sigh this time. ] And it’s taking awhile for me to learn how to.
[ because he’s never had to, you know? share. not like this. he knows keith’s been with other people here, but somehow that’s easier, because it’s fleeting. the keith shiro has always known has never had anyone else. from the garrison to voltron, shiro was – not everything, but close? maybe? terrible, isn’t it? for him to be grumbling over keith having someone else to adore. but here he is all the same. jealous of a fucking dog for stealing just a few of keith’s early morning cuddles. ]
noct shiro is a sweet pie....
[ for a moment keith is sincerely convinced he didn't hear that quite right. it hasn't exactly been easy for keith to learn how to share shiro in porn prison either, after all. sometimes he wonders about that night he woke up alone with shiro gone. the bed had still been empty even after keith's long detour with anon, and he'd been too exhausted afterwards to try and stay up until shiro returned. all he knows is that by the time he woke up in the morning, shiro was back and acting like nothing happened. so yeah -- learning to share. it hasn't always been easy, and keith can relate to that sentiment with minimal effort.
.... but in relation to the wolf of all things?
keith laughs, incredulously at first, but as relief takes hold his shoulders start to shake with mirth. ]
Seriously?
[ judging from the ridiculous pouting , perhaps that question is wholly unnecessary. keith lifts his free hand, giving shiro's cheek a cup and a gentle pinch. ]
And you lectured me on patience for years?
[ grinning wide, keith scans the room, eyes landing on the dick plush propped up by the wall. ]
I can't decide if I wanna bop you over the head with the dick or if I wanna kiss you.
... until clones are brought up
and you lectured me on patience for years?
hey now! don’t bring his wholly necessary and entirely helpful lectures into this! he balks, pout interrupted on a sputter. ]
You needed it!
[ still do, from time to time, but keith has already moved on to spot their friend there across the way. shiro glances toward the plush and – hell, he’s finding his way back to the pout. keith’s skillful and resourceful; on the battlefield he’s deadly because he’ll fight tooth and nail with anything he has at his disposal. but an oversized plushie of a dick? shiro’s seen him bonk one person with it already. is shiro truly going to be the next victim?
he turns his attention to keith, eyes wider, sadder, more pathetically hopeful as he takes a cheap shot at keith’s weakness for him. ]
If it helps… I vote for the kissing me option.
/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
://///
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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