[ 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. ]
[ keith snorts, thoroughly amused. he won't outright deny that the lecrures were necessary, but not addressing the point still feels like a victory when he has shiro's indignantly adorable pouting for validation. it honestly doesn't make any sense that a guy with shiro's stature and bulk can even pull off cute, but sometimes the universe has hidden gems to treasure. ]
Of course you'd vote for that.
[ truly. shiro, the bastion of unbiased opinion. keith releases his cheek, smoothing over skin with his thumb before getting to his feet to take a deliberate, slow sep towards the dick plusj. ]
Reckon you've got about ... mmm fifteen steps or so to make your case, Shiro.
[ let it never be said that keith isn't a generous and fair soul. </small]
it's fine. they're fine and the babies will be fine.
[ oh. so it’s gonna be like that, eh? vaguely affronted that his attempt of puppy eyes proves to be entirely ineffectual – guess those eyes only work when they come from their namesake of an actual canine, hmph – shiro shelves that thought and quickly changes tactics. he stays seated on the bed, because of course that’s a rule in this made up game, but he scoots closer to the edge, chasing keith’s closeness to the allowed limit. ]
I’m very kissable.
[ this should be reason enough. he smiles a small, plush thing, hands gripping the mattress as he leans forward. again, body language a dead giveaway that he loathes keith putting any sort of distance between them. ]
I have soft lips and a very enthusiastic tongue. [ and now, for a hint of slyness. ] I know what you mean by kiss you more, too.
[ keith turns to face shiro, hands on his hips as he pauses mid-step. lips quirk with obvious amusement, even as he makes an earnest attempt to look like he's concentrating on the presented argument. never mind the fact that it's obvious to everyone in the room that, yes, keith finds his boyfriend rather kissable. ]
Uh-huh.
[ his lifts his gaze from shiro's mouth to his eyes, eyebrow raised. look, he's not even cringing at the more callout, despite still very much thinking his meaning had been obvious from the start. ]
I might've noticed a little that your lips are cute when you pout.
[ keith laughs, still a little lost on how shiro threads the needle between adorable and powerful. keith glances over his shoulder towards the plusj, sighing as if weighing out pros and cons for a life or death decision. that's all the levity shiro gets though before keith steps back in close, stopping in front of shiro when their knees knock. ]
You know.... you and the wolf are both my favorites to be around. But I only have one boyfriend. That's you.
[ he leans in, hands planted on either side of shiro's hips. ]
So. Do I get to say patience yields focus here?
i still laugh-cringe about them renting a hotel room to fight
[ does he now? because if keith’s noticing, then shiro can keep up the pouting. or not, because actually, it’s increasingly difficult to pout when keith’s laughing and pretending, hamming up an indecisiveness that they both know is complete bullshit. he overcompensates to outweigh the need to smile, sticking out his bottom lip as keith checks over his shoulder. but then eyes are back on him and akin to a pup, shiro perks up the millisecond keith eases into that first step.
yes, good, good, come closer. knees knock, but shiro can be helpful – just another reason as to why keith should kiss him – so he splits his thighs and empties the space, giving keith access and room if he wants it. not yet, it seems, and that’s fine, really, because keith’s leaning instead and calling shiro one of his favorites to be around. at least he doesn’t have to fight the space wolf on the boyfriend part. might have to for title of best boy, though.
later. he’ll figure out the imagined competition with the dog later, because right now, he’s currently winning and he’d like to enjoy taking a victory lap - or two, three – with keith. so he abandons the pouting altogether and smiles sweetly, face tipping as he arches up. ]
You can say it. [ shiro could probably benefit from being reminded of it. though, chances are low that he’ll adhere to it. ] And then you can kiss me.
[ shiro spreads his thighs and keith does his best not to be shy as he nudges in that half inch closer, leaning until his forehead is pressed against shiro's. this is far from his frist time dealing with intimacy, but whatever memo his heart should have gotten about that seems to have gotten lost in a void. with hammering in his chest and the weight of shiro's breath on his lips, keith closes his eyes and tries for one final attempt at nonchalance.. ]
Patience. Yields. Focus.
[ each word is emphasized with tiny breaks between, drawn out so keith can savor the role reversal. he opens his eyes, then huffs a quiet little laugh, the next couple of words mere whispers. ]
Guess I'm an old-timer now, too.
[ fate sealed, keith tops it off by finally pressing in to take that kiss shiro's been eager for. it's still chaste at first, but lingering and sweet. right around when keith would normally break away though, he swallows, gripping the sheets tight as he pushes himself into shiro's lap,.
true. they cant fight either with bitchface yowling
[ is that how it works? three magic words, acting as an initiation into old-timerhood? it’s silly and hilarious, so unbelievably corny that shiro almost believes this whole thing is a dream conjured up in his head. can’t be, of course, because the touch of lips is too electric for him to replicate. so is the weight that settles into his lap. keith’s all sweet and unhurried at his mouth, which is, frankly, at odds with the thighs that straddle him to bed knees past his hips. it’s agonizing, yet invigorating. tempered, yet teasing. he wants in an instant, but he reminds himself not to give in to the greed of his desire.
patience yields focus, yeah? there will be no rush to pull up shirts or undo zippers, neither will he force the lingering pressure of keith’s lips off as he tries for something deeper. not yet. they can indulge in the slow, carefulness of every moment, cataloging each in what is certain to be a memorable night. he will, however, start by touching his palms to keith’s waist, smoothing down to grasp him gently at the hips. then not so gently. he tightens to feel the fit and frame of him under fabric, thinking that he’s got such a gorgeous shape. an unbelievable shape, actually. he’s got a trim waistline and these lovely, yet narrow hips, and somehow, still has a round, firm, meaty backside. it’s weighty on his thighs and suddenly, shiro would like to know it better.
patience yields focus. right, patience. he’s supposed to be patient in this slow seduction. he knows it, he wants it that way, too, but his hands pull anyway, dragging keith by the hips the few inches left to get them crotch to crotch, that ass so close, but not there that it’s a touch maddening. he sucks at keith’s bottom lip and gives it a parting nip to make up for it, his mouth straying but not leaving as he kisses down to his jawline. ]
How you doin’?
[ a little slurred due to the muffling of his still busy mouth, shiro noses underneath the sharp angle of keith’s jaw and further still, to lick and nip at his neck. at least this is familiar. they’ve heavy petted and kissed just as heavy, leaving the occasional hickey. keith’s nervous, though. they both are. but shiro is quickly gaining ground in his confidence, losing himself as he ducks lower and starts sucking at his throat, a few inches higher than the set of his collarbone. the slide of his hand can’t be corralled either; left goes back and cups a cheek, shiro already delighted by how it fits in his hand when he squeezes. ]
yea can't have shiro distracted by pavlovian reflex to fetch doritos
[ no beats missed, shiro's hands are on him, supporting at first until they pull keith in all the way so that they're chest to chest, and hip to hip. it's a tiny adjustment, but that's still all it takes for his dick to twitch as shiro kisses back and then kisses low.
keith obediently tips his head back to grant his boyfriend greater access to his neck, and lets out a soft noise when lips move and suck. whatever thoughts keith had fizzle as he abandons his grip on the sheets to cradle the back of shiro's head with one, while the other idly scratches up shiro's thigh.
what can he say? the hickeys he'd seen on other cadets and inmates had always looked kinda stupid, but hypocrite that he is, having visible signs of shiro's affection on his body is something that never ceases to make him go a little doe eyed in private. does shiro feel the same way about that? the squeeze at his ass is momentarily derailing, keith gasping by shiro's ear. his own grip goes tight on quad then, squeezing -- not hard enough to bruise but temptation runs hot in his arteries. ]
Great.
[ sounding just a pinch dreamy, keith shifts enough to catch the shell of shiro's ear with his teeth to nip and whisper. ]
Didn't know I'd get a nice welcome reception for the old-timer life.
[ it's not what shiro meant, but keith can't help teasing all the same. he releases shiro's ear, purring a little through the gentle suction at his throat. ]
Should I be reminding you to be patient more often?
[ great is great. relieved that pesky nerves are out of the equation for now, shiro parts his lips a little wider to gather more skin and continues right on suckling. the nip at his ear has him sucking with more fervor, but then there’s the fanning of breath and a voice alight with teasing. disrupted with the need to laugh, shiro muffles the sound as best he can into keith’s neck. a valiant effort, perhaps, but with him abandoning his goal to render keith’s skin wet and pink, it’s no mystery that the joke worked like a charm.
he drops down further, both to get his ear away from the devastatingly effectiveness of that mouth and to press a kiss into the divot between his collarbones, just barely visible above the shirt’s collar. ]
You can. [ shiro loves seeing his lessons applied by others or in this case, his mantra adopted by his once protégé. he lifts his head, though stays bowed to look up at keith instead. there, he quirks a grin. ] Don’t expect me to be a devout follower, though.
[ he demonstrates this by giving keith’s ass another appreciative squeeze. goodness, it’s firm. some detail is, regretfully, lost with jean in the way, but the muscular shape of it is easy enough to discern. he doesn’t have to fill in any of the lost details with his imagination, though, does he? not tonight, because – ]
I’ve been patient. [ he sits up straighter and lifts his head. ] You’ve been patient. [ and a lean that’ll bump his nose to keith’s, nuzzling sweetly as metal fingers slot in between their bodies to pop the button of keith’s jeans. ] I think patient boys should be rewarded now.
[ the spirit of that is something that easily gets keith to laugh. how can he not appreciate when shiro gets a pinch defiant when told to be a patient boy? but it's true. they've both been patient -- or perhaps more specifically, shiro has been patient. keith has been oscillating between want and worry.
intimacy with shiro is both a tantalizing prospect and a daunting one. for starters, shiro may have seen him naked before, aroused even, but not in a way that would lead to questions about his cock. since being in prison, he knows from experience that most don't bother to question it beyond a few curious glances, but frankly shiro's opinion actually matters. compound that with keith's own stubborn refusal to deal with sexuality in a healthy manner and there's so much that could go wrong.
it won't go wrong is what keith automatically tells himself, but with the button of his pants now open , he misses his cue to banter after he laughs. the silence is brief but awkward as keith turns a little shy in shiro's lap. should he be telling shiro about his dick? he's wondered before, but mentally aborted the train of thought when descriptors like bumpy sounded far too fucking awful to manifest into reality. unsurprisingly, having his boyfriend's hand ready to undress him does not provide a jolt of poetic inspiration. he clears his throat. ]
Yeah?
[ fuck. tongue tied, keith tries to distract from that by dragging his hand down low to the hem of shiro's shirt. another beat, the he flips up the fabric to rest his palm flat on abs. it's not the first time he's touched shiro this way, but there's a distinctly exploratory quality to his touch. almost contemplative really before keith brings his other hand down and starts to lift the hem of the shirt up to start pulling the shirt up and over shiro's head. ]
That mean I get to do whatever I want?
[ within reason, of course, but the question is more tease than serious. ]
shhhh let's not think of bitchface and huey in the bad au...
[ the break in their building banter is obvious. keith goes shy as the laughter fades and shiro holds his breath a few beats longer than what feels natural. too much? should he have waited? perhaps he really should have heeded his defining proverb. so his hand doesn’t immediately drop to the zipper once the button is through the loop. it’s not even that long of a pause, but the following yeah doesn’t restore his confidence, either. what does is keith touching him back. shiro’s belly trembles through a beat as he expels breath and falls into a more familiar rhythm. confidence builds and shiro is nothing but cooperative as he lifts his arms as required.
he’s better about his body these days. sure, some days he refuses to catch even a glimpse of himself in the full-length mirrors in the locker rooms, while others he spends too much time surveying every patch of knitted skin, but overall, he’s lost the luxury of being self-conscious about what others think of him. even then, it’s not so much other people that shiro cares about. the only opinion that matters anymore is whether or not keith finds him attractive. acceptable. and he does. he’s seen the worst of his body on display and still wants to try this thing between them, so he shouldn't be nervous or doubtful.
it’s a reassuring thought that shiro mostly believes and one that carries him through the moments of the shirt being worked up and pulled off. bare, there’s a rush of vulnerability that has shiro tensing, but it’s a brief, nothing thing. one full breath and he smiles on the exhale, voice playful for the quip back. ]
Or have whatever you want done to you.
[ keith will be getting a brief ride here because shiro’s thighs start moving in small, slight jerks. he’s taking off his shoes. one foot digs into the heel of the other shoe, working it off, before repeating the action to the other. throughout, shiro holds onto keith’s hips with one hand, the other still at his fly, fingering the button. ]
For example… [ shoes dealt with, he stills his legs once more. the whole thing only seems to brighten his mood and so, his voice remains light and teasing, all said through an ever widening grin. ] I could suck you off. All you have to do is say the word.
[ keith should really be desensitized to seeing shiro shirtless by now. again, they've been naked in each other's presence often enough that keith can roughly map out each scar cut into his boyfriend's body, but the knowledge isn't enough to keep his stomach from twisting up with anxious anticipation. seeing is one thing, but getting to touch is newer and each time he gets to brush fingers gently over skin, keith swears his own skin tingles in tandem.
ridculous, maybe? but with the shirt gone, keith's touch is gentle when he sets his hands on shiro's shoulders. ... and then not so much when he's jostled from beneath. keith laughs, grip tightening then loosening up in quick measur with twin coaxing squeezes. shiro really is determined to be impatient today, huh? honestly, it's kind of thrilling despite his low key concerns.
the counteroffer is what what makes keith's laughter turn shy again though, considering. anything he wants? fuck, where does he even start with that. aphro fueled experiences are best left unexamined, but that leaves him with all his times with anon. his mostly non-verbal exchanges with anon, that is. towards the end, he'd merely presented the part s of his body he wanted touched and hoped anon knew what he was getting at. anon had always been good at figuring it out, but then again it's sex not rocket science.
mercifully, shiro spares him from actually having to articulate much of anything. the offer of a blow is all but pushed into his lap and keith can't help going a little pink and doe eyed about it, stupidly virginal despite the fact that he's had his dick sucked before.
it's just .... he's never been asked explicitly. it's new and weirdly enough -- kind of hot. caught wanting to laugh at himself, keith huffs, stifles it and settles himself by squeezing shior's shoulders another time as he nods. ]
.. Open sesame? [ ... ] Wait.. That's two words.
[ flustering, keith hangs his head. ]
You know what I mean.
[ fuck. don't tell him he's already messing up this whole "sexy" thing. ]
[ annnnnnd back to nervous. the confidence comes and goes with keith, and it’s fine, shiro doesn’t mind holding his hand through one moment to the next, reassuring him in his desire. it’s just… shiro is also trying to keep up the façade that he continually has it together. it goes without saying that shiro wants this to be good for keith. better than good. great. mind blowing. so unbelievably special that there will be no room for doubts moving forward. goodness knows they’ve had enough of those. the doubt has largely been sowed by shiro himself, but that was before and this is now. and now, shiro is very intent on making things work for them.
least to say, it’s a lot of pressure he’s putting on himself. the wait has only given him time to set his expectations high and he just… hopes he’s able to rise to the challenge and meet them.
he laughs to keith’s fumbling, the sound soft and his smile fond as not to scare this skittish thing off. he gives keith’s hip an answering squeeze and then ducks down to push his face into keith’s line of sight. he nuzzles in again, using the brunt of his nose to nudge against keith in short, upward sweeps, coaxing him to lift his head. ]
I do.
[ know what he means. he laughs again, and muffles it soon enough by pressing a gentle kiss to keith’s mouth. he lingers for a time and then slowly deepens the pressure and wets the connection with parted lips. thorough and indulgent, he tries to sap the tension with a play of lips and tongue, inevitably breaking away for a shallow breath and a heated: ]
Can’t wait to have you in my mouth.
[ a parting, playful nip at his upper lip and then shiro leans back some, grin holding a boyish sort of confidence. ]
You’re gonna have to get off me, though. I’m not that flexible.
[ it's in these moments where shiro picks him up so effortlessly when keith falters that everything feels right. it's been years that they've been there for each other, supporting and encouraging the best from each other and even though the context has changed, the path they're on now feels like the natural continuation of who they are for eahch other.
keith's heart swells as they kiss from chaste to a slow taste of moremore with shiro. tht image he paints right there at the end of shiro suckingand adoring his cock? it makes keith keith moan a little into the kiss, the shiver going straight to his cock when shiro parts with a nip.
right around here when his dick is dangerously on the verge of firming up is where they'd have called it quits normally. talking dirty, and egging each other on is a new part of the boyfriend repertoire that keith hasn't mastered yet and hasn't ever attempted with anyone else. does he know how to suck a thick dick? sure. can he take one without panicking? of course..
can he be sexy and flirt and all the other things that go hand in hand with intimate relations? it's a big ask, and keith winds up going a little shy in his laughter. ]
Right.
[ ...right. a beat then keith untangles his limbs and carefully hops on the floor, hands on his hips as he draws down the zipper of his jeans. he swallows nervously, hesitating and delaying by shuffling to get his feet out of his sneakers and then stepping on the ends of his sockss one after another to get his feet free. ]
How flexible are you anyway? Do I get to see?
[ the question is casual enough, helped by a healthy dose of genuine curiosity. even so, keith doesn't quite look shiro in the eye as he pulls his shirt up over, tosses it to the side and then finally hooks his fingers in the waistband of his jeans and boxers and pulls both down. a good amount of nervousness keeps his dick from being entirely hard, keeping all ridgey bits hidden but he doubts that'll stay true for long. resisting the urge to squirm, keith steps out of the puddle of his jeans and underwar and comes to stand in front of shiro. ]
And uh... how do you want me?
[ standing? on the bed? bent into a pretzel? ]
i pictured the pokestation perfectly in my brain & started laughing, i want you to know that
[ shiro’s flexible. flexible enough to do high kicks in full armor, as well as tuck, roll, springs that even a seasoned acrobatic would be impressed by. he’s surprisingly limber despite all his bulk, and yet, it’s right about now that shiro realizes that he doesn’t much apply it in bed. why would he? he’s the one driving the cock. it’s the other boy that he is testing with the split of his thighs and the curl of his spine. ]
If you’re good.
[ it’s an appeasing comment, one said with a lazy smile, despite him inwardly turning the comment over and over, trying to understand it himself. does keith want to test his flexibility like shiro tests flexibility? does he want to push his legs up and see if he can get his knees to his ears? they had that brief hiccup on the walk back from the carnival; it’s not all that unlikely that, initially, keith had pictured shiro as the one laid out, legs pulled back to present his hole. they sorted it out for tonight, but maybe keith will want that eventually. is shiro okay with doing that eventually?
as always, he sticks a pin in that neverending debate, knowing that going far-eyed and distracted while keith is stripping right in front of him, will do nothing good for keith’s confidence. it isn’t all that difficult for shiro to tell himself to refocus, either. the shirt is off and keith is, in a word, pretty. creamy skin, strong shoulders, tapered torso that leads to a tiny waist. he’s gorgeous. this would be a good time for shiro to join in the undressing – get it out of the way, right? – but his hands remain in his lap and his gaze stays, blinking slow in a dazed, yet wholly appreciative way as more and more parts of keith’s body are revealed.
when everything is stripped away and keith is standing in front of him bare, vulnerable, and nervous, shiro isn’t immediate in his reassurance. the silence stretches one beat, two beat longer than an answer calls for, but then lashes flutter and his blinks a few times, as though coming to. he drags his gaze up, over that cute bellybutton, between those half-dimes, and to that pair of beautiful eyes. he quirks a grin. ]
Sorry. Needed a moment. You’re kind of breathtaking.
[ he scoots forward to sit on the very edge of the bed. keith may not be hard yet, but shiro is; the way the pants pull during the scoot uncomfortable, but easily ignorable, because shiro’s busy framing keith’s hips with his hands. he leans in, bending down and kisses the junction of his right thigh. ]
Come lie on the bed for me. [ he lifts his head, looking up the length of keith’s body again to find his gaze, only to back off and look away, nodding toward the pillows at the head. ] Want you to be comfortable while I rock your world.
[ wouldn’t do either of them any good for keith to be standing there, knees buckling. ]
[ if you're good. this is the second time shiro has deflected the topic away from his own body and redirected to keith. is it meant to be teasing? relaxing? hell, is it even intentional? keith's head swims a little with uncertain possibilities as shiro eyes him up and down. it's -- fuck. anon must've done this too, but it hits differently when keith can so obviously see shiro's gaze lingering at each part of his body -- appraising? no. approving.
they lock eyes and keith's heart very stupidly skips a beat, face warming and moony. breathtaking. shiro thinks he's breathtaking. a little giddy, and plenty flustered by the sweetness of the compliment, keith laughs only to hiccup mid-sound as shiro leans in to mouth at his thigh. breath hitching, keith fidgets, fingers pushing down the base of his dick as it twitches as if to catch shiro's attention. plumping faster, ridges slowly start to take shape as his cock fills out. wanting to bask in the uncomplicated attention just a few seconds longer, keith keeps his hand partly covering the problem appendage. ]
You're breathtaking. You literally took it just now..
[ punctuating the banter with with a playful squeeze of shiro's bicep, keith releases after a beat. ]
It's nice... being able to tell you that.
[ more than nice, but keith isn't consciously downplaying. in fact, it's more that he's tongue tied and has a stomach full of butterflies. so before he jams his foot in his mouth again, keith clambers up onto the bed as instructed and positions himself on his side, face partly smooshed into the pillow as he rolls to face shiro. there, he delicately traces a line down his boyfriend's back, dragging fingertip over whole and scarred skin alike. ]
Sp you'll make me even more comfortable if you take everything off before getting in bed with me, Shiro.
[ he continues to be rather shy. it’s sweet and adorable, even given the context, but shiro would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to stripping keith of that self-consciousness, to the point that keith freely holds his hands back, widens his legs and bares everything for shiro to gawk at. patience yields focus. perhaps keith was onto something by trying to drill his own mantra into his lizard brained head. for now, shiro is good in that he doesn’t try brushing keith’s hand away. he doesn’t even try to take a peek of keith’s dick. patience yields focus, he tells himself again, smiling up at keith throughout.
but then keith is on the bed and shiro gets a very generous view of keith’s voluptuous backside as he crawls and clambers across the bedding. below those asscheeks and between those thighs, there’s the bob of keith’ cock, and for the briefest of moments, shiro catches an unintentional glimpse. it’s too quick and too partially hidden for him to truly understand it, but something inside him does. all at once, there’s a slight, burgeoning apprehension in the pit of his stomach.
but then keith is rolled over and shiro’s gaze is up where it should be, once again doing the courteous boyfriend thing of not staring at the anatomy that has keith particularly nervous. he understands; afterall, this will be the first time he'll be seeing keith hard. feeling and glimpsing it through his pants isn’t quite the same, so this is a monumental moment and one that shiro is intent on respecting. ]
Oh, will I? [ his grin is good-humored and crooked, flashed over his shoulder. ] I do want you comfortable, so… okay, if that’s what you want.
[ such a big ask, heh. reluctantly separating him from the exploration of keith’s fingertip, shiro stands. he’s already got his fly open by the time he turns around to face the bed. down go the pants and boxer-briefs in one go. if he truly were a patient man, he’d indulge keith in a slower, more deliberate strip. but unfortunately, shiro’s lacking the finesse as he tears his feet free from each pant leg, socks following shortly thereafter. with that, he’s on the bed and crawling, situating himself in close. ]
I’d ask you if you like what you see, but I think it’s pretty obvious…
[ has he been good long enough? patient long enough? can he look now? he touches his hand to keith’s hip and gives an experimental nudge, finding no resistance. encouraged, he leads keith through a roll onto his back. and then he drags his gaze down; down from keith’s face, over his sternum, through the contours of his abdominals and there, to the jut of his pelvis where his cock is…
not normal. familiarly abnormal. ] Oh, fuck. [ it slips out of him on the exhale that seemingly punches out of him. he’d made the comparisons in his head, all the while assuring himself it was nothing more than his desire for keith hijacking the situation and giving too much life to his fantasies. as much as he’d wanted keith, he hadn’t wanted him like that. not actually. but… he did? he has? because there’s too many similarities in his head now: the voice, the shape of his body, the birthmark, the timing of an identical transformation. now he has a dick with multiple ridges that he is silently counting in his head. same number, similar if not the same length, thickness, color…
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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
Of course you'd vote for that.
[ truly. shiro, the bastion of unbiased opinion. keith releases his cheek, smoothing over skin with his thumb before getting to his feet to take a deliberate, slow sep towards the dick plusj. ]
Reckon you've got about ... mmm fifteen steps or so to make your case, Shiro.
[ let it never be said that keith isn't a generous and fair soul. </small]
it's fine. they're fine and the babies will be fine.
I’m very kissable.
[ this should be reason enough. he smiles a small, plush thing, hands gripping the mattress as he leans forward. again, body language a dead giveaway that he loathes keith putting any sort of distance between them. ]
I have soft lips and a very enthusiastic tongue. [ and now, for a hint of slyness. ] I know what you mean by kiss you more, too.
i remain nervous about this
Uh-huh.
[ his lifts his gaze from shiro's mouth to his eyes, eyebrow raised. look, he's not even cringing at the more callout, despite still very much thinking his meaning had been obvious from the start. ]
I might've noticed a little that your lips are cute when you pout.
[ keith laughs, still a little lost on how shiro threads the needle between adorable and powerful. keith glances over his shoulder towards the plusj, sighing as if weighing out pros and cons for a life or death decision. that's all the levity shiro gets though before keith steps back in close, stopping in front of shiro when their knees knock. ]
You know.... you and the wolf are both my favorites to be around. But I only have one boyfriend. That's you.
[ he leans in, hands planted on either side of shiro's hips. ]
So. Do I get to say patience yields focus here?
i still laugh-cringe about them renting a hotel room to fight
yes, good, good, come closer. knees knock, but shiro can be helpful – just another reason as to why keith should kiss him – so he splits his thighs and empties the space, giving keith access and room if he wants it. not yet, it seems, and that’s fine, really, because keith’s leaning instead and calling shiro one of his favorites to be around. at least he doesn’t have to fight the space wolf on the boyfriend part. might have to for title of best boy, though.
later. he’ll figure out the imagined competition with the dog later, because right now, he’s currently winning and he’d like to enjoy taking a victory lap - or two, three – with keith. so he abandons the pouting altogether and smiles sweetly, face tipping as he arches up. ]
You can say it. [ shiro could probably benefit from being reminded of it. though, chances are low that he’ll adhere to it. ] And then you can kiss me.
listen hey cant distress the babies.
Patience. Yields. Focus.
[ each word is emphasized with tiny breaks between, drawn out so keith can savor the role reversal. he opens his eyes, then huffs a quiet little laugh, the next couple of words mere whispers. ]
Guess I'm an old-timer now, too.
[ fate sealed, keith tops it off by finally pressing in to take that kiss shiro's been eager for. it's still chaste at first, but lingering and sweet. right around when keith would normally break away though, he swallows, gripping the sheets tight as he pushes himself into shiro's lap,.
true. they cant fight either with bitchface yowling
patience yields focus, yeah? there will be no rush to pull up shirts or undo zippers, neither will he force the lingering pressure of keith’s lips off as he tries for something deeper. not yet. they can indulge in the slow, carefulness of every moment, cataloging each in what is certain to be a memorable night. he will, however, start by touching his palms to keith’s waist, smoothing down to grasp him gently at the hips. then not so gently. he tightens to feel the fit and frame of him under fabric, thinking that he’s got such a gorgeous shape. an unbelievable shape, actually. he’s got a trim waistline and these lovely, yet narrow hips, and somehow, still has a round, firm, meaty backside. it’s weighty on his thighs and suddenly, shiro would like to know it better.
patience yields focus. right, patience. he’s supposed to be patient in this slow seduction. he knows it, he wants it that way, too, but his hands pull anyway, dragging keith by the hips the few inches left to get them crotch to crotch, that ass so close, but not there that it’s a touch maddening. he sucks at keith’s bottom lip and gives it a parting nip to make up for it, his mouth straying but not leaving as he kisses down to his jawline. ]
How you doin’?
[ a little slurred due to the muffling of his still busy mouth, shiro noses underneath the sharp angle of keith’s jaw and further still, to lick and nip at his neck. at least this is familiar. they’ve heavy petted and kissed just as heavy, leaving the occasional hickey. keith’s nervous, though. they both are. but shiro is quickly gaining ground in his confidence, losing himself as he ducks lower and starts sucking at his throat, a few inches higher than the set of his collarbone. the slide of his hand can’t be corralled either; left goes back and cups a cheek, shiro already delighted by how it fits in his hand when he squeezes. ]
yea can't have shiro distracted by pavlovian reflex to fetch doritos
keith obediently tips his head back to grant his boyfriend greater access to his neck, and lets out a soft noise when lips move and suck. whatever thoughts keith had fizzle as he abandons his grip on the sheets to cradle the back of shiro's head with one, while the other idly scratches up shiro's thigh.
what can he say? the hickeys he'd seen on other cadets and inmates had always looked kinda stupid, but hypocrite that he is, having visible signs of shiro's affection on his body is something that never ceases to make him go a little doe eyed in private. does shiro feel the same way about that? the squeeze at his ass is momentarily derailing, keith gasping by shiro's ear. his own grip goes tight on quad then, squeezing -- not hard enough to bruise but temptation runs hot in his arteries. ]
Great.
[ sounding just a pinch dreamy, keith shifts enough to catch the shell of shiro's ear with his teeth to nip and whisper. ]
Didn't know I'd get a nice welcome reception for the old-timer life.
[ it's not what shiro meant, but keith can't help teasing all the same. he releases shiro's ear, purring a little through the gentle suction at his throat. ]
Should I be reminding you to be patient more often?
he doesn't want her to waste away again 8c
he drops down further, both to get his ear away from the devastatingly effectiveness of that mouth and to press a kiss into the divot between his collarbones, just barely visible above the shirt’s collar. ]
You can. [ shiro loves seeing his lessons applied by others or in this case, his mantra adopted by his once protégé. he lifts his head, though stays bowed to look up at keith instead. there, he quirks a grin. ] Don’t expect me to be a devout follower, though.
[ he demonstrates this by giving keith’s ass another appreciative squeeze. goodness, it’s firm. some detail is, regretfully, lost with jean in the way, but the muscular shape of it is easy enough to discern. he doesn’t have to fill in any of the lost details with his imagination, though, does he? not tonight, because – ]
I’ve been patient. [ he sits up straighter and lifts his head. ] You’ve been patient. [ and a lean that’ll bump his nose to keith’s, nuzzling sweetly as metal fingers slot in between their bodies to pop the button of keith’s jeans. ] I think patient boys should be rewarded now.
... I'M SAD ._.
intimacy with shiro is both a tantalizing prospect and a daunting one. for starters, shiro may have seen him naked before, aroused even, but not in a way that would lead to questions about his cock. since being in prison, he knows from experience that most don't bother to question it beyond a few curious glances, but frankly shiro's opinion actually matters. compound that with keith's own stubborn refusal to deal with sexuality in a healthy manner and there's so much that could go wrong.
it won't go wrong is what keith automatically tells himself, but with the button of his pants now open , he misses his cue to banter after he laughs. the silence is brief but awkward as keith turns a little shy in shiro's lap. should he be telling shiro about his dick? he's wondered before, but mentally aborted the train of thought when descriptors like bumpy sounded far too fucking awful to manifest into reality. unsurprisingly, having his boyfriend's hand ready to undress him does not provide a jolt of poetic inspiration. he clears his throat. ]
Yeah?
[ fuck. tongue tied, keith tries to distract from that by dragging his hand down low to the hem of shiro's shirt. another beat, the he flips up the fabric to rest his palm flat on abs. it's not the first time he's touched shiro this way, but there's a distinctly exploratory quality to his touch. almost contemplative really before keith brings his other hand down and starts to lift the hem of the shirt up to start pulling the shirt up and over shiro's head. ]
That mean I get to do whatever I want?
[ within reason, of course, but the question is more tease than serious. ]
shhhh let's not think of bitchface and huey in the bad au...
he’s better about his body these days. sure, some days he refuses to catch even a glimpse of himself in the full-length mirrors in the locker rooms, while others he spends too much time surveying every patch of knitted skin, but overall, he’s lost the luxury of being self-conscious about what others think of him. even then, it’s not so much other people that shiro cares about. the only opinion that matters anymore is whether or not keith finds him attractive. acceptable. and he does. he’s seen the worst of his body on display and still wants to try this thing between them, so he shouldn't be nervous or doubtful.
it’s a reassuring thought that shiro mostly believes and one that carries him through the moments of the shirt being worked up and pulled off. bare, there’s a rush of vulnerability that has shiro tensing, but it’s a brief, nothing thing. one full breath and he smiles on the exhale, voice playful for the quip back. ]
Or have whatever you want done to you.
[ keith will be getting a brief ride here because shiro’s thighs start moving in small, slight jerks. he’s taking off his shoes. one foot digs into the heel of the other shoe, working it off, before repeating the action to the other. throughout, shiro holds onto keith’s hips with one hand, the other still at his fly, fingering the button. ]
For example… [ shoes dealt with, he stills his legs once more. the whole thing only seems to brighten his mood and so, his voice remains light and teasing, all said through an ever widening grin. ] I could suck you off. All you have to do is say the word.
yes this is cringetown
ridculous, maybe? but with the shirt gone, keith's touch is gentle when he sets his hands on shiro's shoulders. ... and then not so much when he's jostled from beneath. keith laughs, grip tightening then loosening up in quick measur with twin coaxing squeezes. shiro really is determined to be impatient today, huh? honestly, it's kind of thrilling despite his low key concerns.
the counteroffer is what what makes keith's laughter turn shy again though, considering. anything he wants? fuck, where does he even start with that. aphro fueled experiences are best left unexamined, but that leaves him with all his times with anon. his mostly non-verbal exchanges with anon, that is. towards the end, he'd merely presented the part s of his body he wanted touched and hoped anon knew what he was getting at. anon had always been good at figuring it out, but then again it's sex not rocket science.
mercifully, shiro spares him from actually having to articulate much of anything. the offer of a blow is all but pushed into his lap and keith can't help going a little pink and doe eyed about it, stupidly virginal despite the fact that he's had his dick sucked before.
it's just .... he's never been asked explicitly. it's new and weirdly enough -- kind of hot. caught wanting to laugh at himself, keith huffs, stifles it and settles himself by squeezing shior's shoulders another time as he nods. ]
.. Open sesame? [ ... ] Wait.. That's two words.
[ flustering, keith hangs his head. ]
You know what I mean.
[ fuck. don't tell him he's already messing up this whole "sexy" thing. ]
we are so close to The Crisis
least to say, it’s a lot of pressure he’s putting on himself. the wait has only given him time to set his expectations high and he just… hopes he’s able to rise to the challenge and meet them.
he laughs to keith’s fumbling, the sound soft and his smile fond as not to scare this skittish thing off. he gives keith’s hip an answering squeeze and then ducks down to push his face into keith’s line of sight. he nuzzles in again, using the brunt of his nose to nudge against keith in short, upward sweeps, coaxing him to lift his head. ]
I do.
[ know what he means. he laughs again, and muffles it soon enough by pressing a gentle kiss to keith’s mouth. he lingers for a time and then slowly deepens the pressure and wets the connection with parted lips. thorough and indulgent, he tries to sap the tension with a play of lips and tongue, inevitably breaking away for a shallow breath and a heated: ]
Can’t wait to have you in my mouth.
[ a parting, playful nip at his upper lip and then shiro leans back some, grin holding a boyish sort of confidence. ]
You’re gonna have to get off me, though. I’m not that flexible.
You'll Feel Better Soon.....
keith's heart swells as they kiss from chaste to a slow taste of moremore with shiro. tht image he paints right there at the end of shiro suckingand adoring his cock? it makes keith keith moan a little into the kiss, the shiver going straight to his cock when shiro parts with a nip.
right around here when his dick is dangerously on the verge of firming up is where they'd have called it quits normally. talking dirty, and egging each other on is a new part of the boyfriend repertoire that keith hasn't mastered yet and hasn't ever attempted with anyone else. does he know how to suck a thick dick? sure. can he take one without panicking? of course..
can he be sexy and flirt and all the other things that go hand in hand with intimate relations? it's a big ask, and keith winds up going a little shy in his laughter. ]
Right.
[ ...right. a beat then keith untangles his limbs and carefully hops on the floor, hands on his hips as he draws down the zipper of his jeans. he swallows nervously, hesitating and delaying by shuffling to get his feet out of his sneakers and then stepping on the ends of his sockss one after another to get his feet free. ]
How flexible are you anyway? Do I get to see?
[ the question is casual enough, helped by a healthy dose of genuine curiosity. even so, keith doesn't quite look shiro in the eye as he pulls his shirt up over, tosses it to the side and then finally hooks his fingers in the waistband of his jeans and boxers and pulls both down. a good amount of nervousness keeps his dick from being entirely hard, keeping all ridgey bits hidden but he doubts that'll stay true for long. resisting the urge to squirm, keith steps out of the puddle of his jeans and underwar and comes to stand in front of shiro. ]
And uh... how do you want me?
[ standing? on the bed? bent into a pretzel? ]
i pictured the pokestation perfectly in my brain & started laughing, i want you to know that
If you’re good.
[ it’s an appeasing comment, one said with a lazy smile, despite him inwardly turning the comment over and over, trying to understand it himself. does keith want to test his flexibility like shiro tests flexibility? does he want to push his legs up and see if he can get his knees to his ears? they had that brief hiccup on the walk back from the carnival; it’s not all that unlikely that, initially, keith had pictured shiro as the one laid out, legs pulled back to present his hole. they sorted it out for tonight, but maybe keith will want that eventually. is shiro okay with doing that eventually?
as always, he sticks a pin in that neverending debate, knowing that going far-eyed and distracted while keith is stripping right in front of him, will do nothing good for keith’s confidence. it isn’t all that difficult for shiro to tell himself to refocus, either. the shirt is off and keith is, in a word, pretty. creamy skin, strong shoulders, tapered torso that leads to a tiny waist. he’s gorgeous. this would be a good time for shiro to join in the undressing – get it out of the way, right? – but his hands remain in his lap and his gaze stays, blinking slow in a dazed, yet wholly appreciative way as more and more parts of keith’s body are revealed.
when everything is stripped away and keith is standing in front of him bare, vulnerable, and nervous, shiro isn’t immediate in his reassurance. the silence stretches one beat, two beat longer than an answer calls for, but then lashes flutter and his blinks a few times, as though coming to. he drags his gaze up, over that cute bellybutton, between those half-dimes, and to that pair of beautiful eyes. he quirks a grin. ]
Sorry. Needed a moment. You’re kind of breathtaking.
[ he scoots forward to sit on the very edge of the bed. keith may not be hard yet, but shiro is; the way the pants pull during the scoot uncomfortable, but easily ignorable, because shiro’s busy framing keith’s hips with his hands. he leans in, bending down and kisses the junction of his right thigh. ]
Come lie on the bed for me. [ he lifts his head, looking up the length of keith’s body again to find his gaze, only to back off and look away, nodding toward the pillows at the head. ] Want you to be comfortable while I rock your world.
[ wouldn’t do either of them any good for keith to be standing there, knees buckling. ]
GOOD =w=
they lock eyes and keith's heart very stupidly skips a beat, face warming and moony. breathtaking. shiro thinks he's breathtaking. a little giddy, and plenty flustered by the sweetness of the compliment, keith laughs only to hiccup mid-sound as shiro leans in to mouth at his thigh. breath hitching, keith fidgets, fingers pushing down the base of his dick as it twitches as if to catch shiro's attention. plumping faster, ridges slowly start to take shape as his cock fills out. wanting to bask in the uncomplicated attention just a few seconds longer, keith keeps his hand partly covering the problem appendage. ]
You're breathtaking. You literally took it just now..
[ punctuating the banter with with a playful squeeze of shiro's bicep, keith releases after a beat. ]
It's nice... being able to tell you that.
[ more than nice, but keith isn't consciously downplaying. in fact, it's more that he's tongue tied and has a stomach full of butterflies. so before he jams his foot in his mouth again, keith clambers up onto the bed as instructed and positions himself on his side, face partly smooshed into the pillow as he rolls to face shiro. there, he delicately traces a line down his boyfriend's back, dragging fingertip over whole and scarred skin alike. ]
Sp you'll make me even more comfortable if you take everything off before getting in bed with me, Shiro.
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but then keith is on the bed and shiro gets a very generous view of keith’s voluptuous backside as he crawls and clambers across the bedding. below those asscheeks and between those thighs, there’s the bob of keith’ cock, and for the briefest of moments, shiro catches an unintentional glimpse. it’s too quick and too partially hidden for him to truly understand it, but something inside him does. all at once, there’s a slight, burgeoning apprehension in the pit of his stomach.
but then keith is rolled over and shiro’s gaze is up where it should be, once again doing the courteous boyfriend thing of not staring at the anatomy that has keith particularly nervous. he understands; afterall, this will be the first time he'll be seeing keith hard. feeling and glimpsing it through his pants isn’t quite the same, so this is a monumental moment and one that shiro is intent on respecting. ]
Oh, will I? [ his grin is good-humored and crooked, flashed over his shoulder. ] I do want you comfortable, so… okay, if that’s what you want.
[ such a big ask, heh. reluctantly separating him from the exploration of keith’s fingertip, shiro stands. he’s already got his fly open by the time he turns around to face the bed. down go the pants and boxer-briefs in one go. if he truly were a patient man, he’d indulge keith in a slower, more deliberate strip. but unfortunately, shiro’s lacking the finesse as he tears his feet free from each pant leg, socks following shortly thereafter. with that, he’s on the bed and crawling, situating himself in close. ]
I’d ask you if you like what you see, but I think it’s pretty obvious…
[ has he been good long enough? patient long enough? can he look now? he touches his hand to keith’s hip and gives an experimental nudge, finding no resistance. encouraged, he leads keith through a roll onto his back. and then he drags his gaze down; down from keith’s face, over his sternum, through the contours of his abdominals and there, to the jut of his pelvis where his cock is…
not normal. familiarly abnormal. ] Oh, fuck. [ it slips out of him on the exhale that seemingly punches out of him. he’d made the comparisons in his head, all the while assuring himself it was nothing more than his desire for keith hijacking the situation and giving too much life to his fantasies. as much as he’d wanted keith, he hadn’t wanted him like that. not actually. but… he did? he has? because there’s too many similarities in his head now: the voice, the shape of his body, the birthmark, the timing of an identical transformation. now he has a dick with multiple ridges that he is silently counting in his head. same number, similar if not the same length, thickness, color…
oh fuck is right. keith frequents gloryholes? ]
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Fitting, that I end with the morning porn.
i feel contractually obligated to tag this so you have more morning porn
i am mid-morning porning. i am losing my edge.
it is still morning porn, it counts??
Coffee, actual food breakfast and porn; you're set up for a wonderful day
it's true, my day was stacked
and here we go again with an attack of tags
and now it is my turn to morning porn....
and so it continues
shl it really does because here i am... in the morning. writing filth
two morning porns in one day, what is happening
THREE.
This isn't morning porn but... Does it still count.
i say yes in spirit.
here i am to sin
or bless jizzus's birthday...??
How can one comment box hold so much curse
it is a mystery
p sure the answer to the mystery is you
but i am such a good bean....
you are, you are, i appreciate you at 7:30 AM. i've doomed us all.
ah. so i should expect another blizzard then.
YOU BETTER NOT GET ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE. DON'T EVEN JINX IT
sfhjkls ok
i am leaving you on read here bc you left me on read elsewhere
BY ACCIDENT!! also happy first tag of 2023
my first tag was wholesome and yours was filth, ic how this year is going to pan out
YOU TOLD ME TO???
i am being slandered per usual
I SAID SO MANY NICE THINGS ON THAT LOVE MEE.
OKAY TRUE and it touched my lil heart ; ~ ; ty for being so kind
/wears my good bean badge
this once, you deserve it
I ALWAYS deserve this badge
what about when you're talking about people being trampled at walmart
LISTEN i take no joy in that??? i was merely making cultural observations.
UH HUH. walmart is our place of worship apparently
LISTEN. I AM ONLY POINTING OUT POINTS ONF DIFFERENCE.
i want you to know, that every time i go to walmart now, i think of this "cultural difference"
sfdhjskl does that count as enhancement...
... i suppose i must now add walmart to the list
lol the list of enhanced words is incredible
just everything about the main list is perfection
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i said AM porn, so here it is: AM porn
i can't believe you are now back in AM porn land
i hate this tag, i want you to know
i cringed the whole time typing a response
i just... will keith ever find out that he has a beet booty
shiro could tell him!!! or i guess make out with him immediately after...
perhaps shiro should take a picture of his booty hole and simply show him
gosh he could LOL
perhaps he can print it out and take it w him to canada
i can't believe this is their future. looking at filthy pictures and talking about the good old days
fjkghgw it'll keep them warm???
but my tundra research says otherwise??
fjkjhg ah yes. your pokemoning in the low 30s weather. i wonder if s + k can pokemon in the tundra
Important. Research.!!!!
IT REALLY IS. i value your commitment to the research of our many sheith verses
yes, i deserve to be appreciated
so modest
shhh you, too, are deserving of appreciation.
/insert cat hugging gif
BEAVER DAM IM YELLING
Keith has been Henry'd
....i will never look at that name the same way thanks
henry doesn't deserve this. he is such an innocent, fussy bean.
YOU DID THIS
ive been yelling at a constant pitch for 8 hrs. i cannot believe you brought approval kink into this
KEITH BROUGHT IT IN !! I AM ALSO YELLING.
i'll just be over here closing my eyes for eternity
can i join you?
... no. you're the one causing this eternity eye closing
YOU brought up the terminology!!
i continue to feel judged for providing such wonderful tags
we both know this judgment is highly warranted???
i admit to nothing
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c:
i am not fooled by this smile
:c
.... /pokes ur sad cheeks
... i hate that this tactic works in making the sad face less sad
dont be tsun
i do what i want!
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i'm kind of upset that i didn't get this up on easter because... well. y'know.
LOL i suppose you were merciful to zombie jesus
couldn't sin too much
uh huh uh huh
at this rate, we'll be doing this thread longer than titanic
ok that would make me laugh
we're already more than halfway there!
listen maybe tey'll go to bed now??
i think they will. shiro needs to recharge his prince
yes plug that prince in for recharging
the bunny 1 is in the way tho :c
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