[ this is going well. perhaps the better option would’ve been to take this to his grave afterall. no; he backtracks over that doubt immediately. it’s better in the long run that shiro’s upfront. they’ll get through this, shiro only needs to keep to his patience and wait it out. it’s encouraging, at least, that keith has yet to show any form of disgust or anger. shock, yes. incredulity, yes. inability to process the seemingly impossible, yes. but keith’s quickly losing sight of shiro altogether to instead turn in on himself.
he’s embarrassed. it’s an obvious thought, one that doesn’t need specific recognition, but shiro finds himself pausing on it, watching, vaguely fascinated, as keith hides in his hands. he begins to sink and sink against the headboard and it’s – huh, not funny, but considering shiro was bracing for more accusations and even keith storming out of here, the relief he feels is easily mistaken as something far lighter. thankfully, it isn’t so potent that he makes the mistake of settling into his relief with a bit of laughter. his voice does, however, take on a softer tone, alit with burgeoning confidence. ]
Hey… none of that. This isn’t the end of the world.
[ the mattress dips as shiro rearranges himself on it, putting himself against the headboard. he gathers keith and manually moves him himself to get him sitting up, where shiro is quick to loop his arm around him to hug him into his side. ]
This could even be a… uh, good thing…? [ that sure is convincing, isn’t it? he puffs out a breath, still not quite laughing, and presses a kiss to keith’s head to make up for it. ] We found our way to each other and not just that, we were good together. [ remember that talk about their insane chemistry? remember how not too long ago they’d both been nervous despite all the reassurances that they’d be compatible? he smiles, forcing a little more in hopes of coaxing keith into abandoning his hiding. ] So good. Best sex I’ve ever had.
[ … okay, maybe that’s being a touch too truthful. don’t judge him for it. ]
[ with the window of opportunity for feigned nonchalance not just shut but deadbolted and vacuum sealed, keith does little more than dig his fingers tighter to his face as shiro maneuvers him up and leaning against his side. all truth be told, he was growing rather comfortable sinking down under his shame but as putting up real resistance would only make the issue seem even more of a big deal than it is, keith simply holds his breath until he's re-settled.
there's an arm around him then, followed by a kiss pressed to his head. it's ... fuck. levity ahas returned to shiro's voice and for a moment, keith is thrown. he peeks above his fingertips, what's still visible of his forehead still a fierce cherry red. ]
You think so...?
[ it's not the angle that keith had been approaching this from at all. anon had obviously accepted him -- tacitly sure, until anon disappeared because well.. shiro pulled that stunt. in retrospect, that whole incident had been... kinda ridiculous, huh? two guys scrambling to end a pseudo relationship because of each other. keith groans, butting the side of his head against shiro's chest. ]
Was it really the best?
[ all things considered, perhaps not what keith ought to be focusing on, but somehow reframing this whole thing from shiro's perspective is easier than looking at it from his own. ]
[ shiro’s the one with experience here, but although he’s had a good amount of lays, he doesn’t have a lot of names to his list of sexual partners. adam contributes the most. it’d been good at the time. fulfilling. enough. young as he’d been, sex of any quality was sufficient enough to keep a bounce in his step and a deeply sated feeling extending. now, he has further experience to measure it up against. granted, looking back on a failed engagement likely colors his opinion on the sex, but overall, it hadn’t been like that. hot and frenzied, messy and greedy, all encompassing as good sense fled and only desire remained; sex with anonymous had been a little bit of an adventure from start to finish, some of it so potent in his memory that it’d provide good fodder for a wank the following day.
heh, to think he’s gone a month without that now.
it’s no grand feat, really, because he has something else to fill the gap. he has a very cute, sometimes surprisingly shy boy, who curls up with him at night and offers him kisses when shiro is particularly sweet. it’s the polar opposite of the animalistic brutality of broken doors and roughly handled bodies, but somehow, it’s just as satisfying to keep him grounded and focused, not even a hint of regret making its way into his brain. ]
Yeah. [ he noses, briefly, at keith’s hair. ] It won’t be after tonight… or, I mean, whenever we…
[ they are very much naked in this very large bed of theirs, but even so, it suddenly feels presumptuous to assume that the evening is going to pan out the way they’d originally thought it would. truthfully? there’s disappointment to be found in the notion that they may delay another day, but overall, shiro isn’t too bothered by it. so the smile doesn’t flee and his good mood doesn’t dessert him; he clings tight to both, arm looping closer to encourage keith’s lean.
he lifts his head, only because the angle is deep enough that his neck protests. knocking it gently back to the headboard, shiro stares across the room, again stripping away layers to try for more honesty. ]
I enjoyed it. The freedom of not being seen. [ he’ll wager that much was the same for keith. so maybe he’s preaching to the choir here. nonetheless – ] I didn’t have to be me. I didn’t have to think like me, didn’t have to act like me, didn’t have to be what anyone expected me to be… I could block out everything and just… [ a breath. ] – feel good in the moment.
[ his fingers curl at keith’s hip, tracing abstract shapes into his skin. ]
… But now I wanna feel good with you. [ and considering keith’s been in his head for months now, superimposed onto someone who wasn’t supposed to be him, shiro can only assume being with the real keith is going to be so, so much better. ]
[ with the warmth of shiro's skin pressed close, the temptation to continue hiding behind his hands gradually ceases to be a real temptation at all. it only takes a few moments of listening to his boyfriend talking for keith's face to be lulled up, magnetized. it takes even less time for a smile to bloom. it starts out small and a little shy, before a kindling spark turns into a warm ember.
they've been best friends for years, and for all their similarities and shared interests... it's still kind of fascinating to think maybe they do feel similarly about sex. of course, that isn't something keith anticipated. after all, shiro's had other partners and a sex life that predated the one imposed on them by the warden.
sex isn't inherently unnatural or some grotesque scrambling of his autonomy. of course keith knows that, but in practice it's been harder to come to terms with actually being okay with wanting it for himself because experience hasn't always been equated with choice. there's a word for that -- trauma, perhaps, but a rough life has made it difficult to even unpack that for what it is. after all, he's been in more battles than he cares to count, and seen more people die than he wants to remember. this is nothing in comparison, right?
or so he thought. in the end, it's exactly as shiro said. it had been freeing to be someone other than himself while allowing anon to explore his body. it had been more enjoyable precisely because keith didn't have to think or feel anything than what he was made to feel by anon's fingers and tongue and cock.
shiro's.
keith tries out the correction, eyes still on his boyfriend's face, then has to look away when the flutter in his chest refuses to subside. he hiccups a tiny laugh, twisting enough to bump his cheek to shiro's chest. and then... what that isn't close enough? keith frees himself from shiro's arm to carefully straddle his thighs. ]
It could still be tonight. If you want. [ if you want. keith shakes his head, unsatisfied. ] Because that's what I want.
[ still smiling, keith traces a long line from collarbone down to shiro's flesh hand, taking it and intertwining their fingers. ]
Sounds stupid but... I really didn't want to want., I guess. [ he huffs, expression turning slightly self deprecating. ] Heh. You know. If you hadn't ghosted me, I was planning on saying thank you. For helping me figure things out ... and for showing me it was gonna be okay. ....Aaand then I was going to break it off with you because I realized that even though things were okay, I didn't want to be just okay. I wanted you. [ a beat. ] No, I want you. I want to kiss you. I wanna be able to say your name while we touch.
[ pause. is that too subtle? ]
I want to look at you and hold you while you fuck me.
Edited (SHHH this bothered me immensely) 2022-12-03 20:22 (UTC)
[ ah, yes. the ghosting. can’t let him forget that. the urge to laugh comes and goes, so quickly that he gets nowhere near actually laughing. he’s smiling, though. easy to, when keith’s straddling his thighs, weight comfortable and promising there in his lap. that alone is confirmation that it really can still be tonight; that’s not what has shiro feeling the bulk of his relief, though. it’s the ghosting, actually. the fact that keith is talking about it so easily now. shiro’s grateful for that because given enough time, he’d likely drag himself down with regret for ending things so cowardly. he already has felt bad about it, but that was before he knew it was keith. terrible, huh? that he feels worse for the same action when it is applied to keith, rather than a nameless individual. that says something about him, that his conscience isn’t an unbias, consistent voice. he feels more when it comes to keith, the good, the bad, the everything in between.
he can’t say he’s surprised by the revelation. he harbors favoritism for keith; he has for a long time, even when he was vehement of his denial for it.
throughout keith’s talking, shiro keeps his smile, watching patiently and fondly, as keith works through his own wants. he squeezes encouragingly at his hand, his free one rubbing at keith’s thigh. it travels up in the pause, thumb tracing along the angle of keith’s pelvic bone as his fingers curl around and his palm flattens to his hip. while you fuck me. his gaze is steady, but growing heavier, because while he doesn’t make any obvious outward reaction to it, his abdomen tightens on a flutter and a shiver runs down his spine, accumulating and spreading through his lower body to make him twitch. ]
I want that, too.
[ he breathes out the words, voice already weighty with renewed desire. leaning in, he tips the angle to press a kiss to keith’s jaw, nosing further along the hard line of it. fuck, being able to see keith’s face when they’re connected… – he wanted that before. he tried to create a poor man’s mimic of such intimacy by riding anonymous and himself of the door. it simply wasn’t enough. the eyes, the mouth, the sweaty tangles of hair – the best parts were covered up. so that’s all it takes, one little mention, and shiro is quickly losing his patience and composure. he’s thinking of keith arching off the sheets, hair haloed around him as he tries to focus his eyes. fuck. or keith riding him just like this, with his head tipped back and neck arched. shiro would have to take a fistful of his hair and yank him down, huh? he’d have to keep those eyes on him, to never waver throughout every drop down of keith’s body.
he groans, metal fingers tightening at his hip. ] Bet you’re a sight when you’re full of me. [ his body has certainly been greedy for his cock; does that insatiable desire make its way to keith’s face? does he go all dark eyed and flushed, soft, full lips finally able to to part around noises that won’t be muffled? ] Can’t believe I’ve had you all those times and I never got to see, got to hear…
[ he huffs a breath just barely resembling a laugh and then explores his galra hand up keith’s torso, sliding in to skim his fingertips along the shape of his pec and over his nipple. ]
I said your name once. [ cooed. casual. ] Do you remember? [ he pulls back to get a full look at keith, grinning. ] You felt so good around me that I lost my mind. [ a beat, fingers giving a playful pinch at his nip. ] Think you can do it again? Maybe make me yell it this time… not in that chainsmoker voice you love so much?
[ shiro leans forward and ... oh. mouth slightly open, keith never manages to get a proper word out the heat of shiro's lips is hot on his jaw, sending a cascade of tingles shooting down his spine. his head tips back of its own accord, eyes half lidded as shiro mouths at his neck and hands circle at his hips and up to his chest.
barely a minute in, and everything is different. constraints enforced by glory holes and anonymity had eliminated most avenues of foreplay. even towards the end of those hook ups, there'd still been a sheet to keep most of him covered, and touch had almost always been more more direct right from the get go. hands on his cock, fingers scissoring his rim, a tongue pushed inside his hole -- all with the assumption of enforced silence.
shiro's voice in this context is damn near intoxicating. kisses, butterfly touches and pinches. keith moans as fingers squeeze a half dime pert, cock filling out again fast with a twitch. fuck -- those stupid mandatory "good mate" classes have more or less drilled into his head what's considered an erogenous zone, but knowing the nipple is one of those things is still not wholly the same as discovering in real time that he's sensitive here too. he flushes, slowly lettin expelling a long puff of breath as he gathers his wits. ]
I remember.... [ voice breathy, keith drags his hnads up shiro's arms, feeling the strength in his boyfriend's biceps and shoulders with appreciative squeezes. he shivers, before scooting a little closer hips just shy of being flush to shiro's but close enough that the tip of his cock brushess just beneath shiro's cockhead. ] Kind of.. I wasn't really really thinking straight at all.
[ he laughs, looking sheepish for a moment. ]
Being full of you kinda has that effect.
[ of course, being in the throes of a frighteningly long orgasm hadn't exactly helped his coherence either. keith glances down at their almost touching cocks, then looks back up at shiro to steal an open mouthed kiss and pulls away with a gentle bite at his lower lip. that bit of cheek is all the warning shiro gets before keith reaches down to grab him by the balls. ]
You'd yell if I squeezed now, yeah?
[ he wouldn't, of course. a point made self evident a half beat later when he lets go in favor of indulgently tracing a thick vein up to the frenulum simply because he can.. being the one covered up has kept keith strictly on the receiving end of anon's whims, and it's exhilarating to look and see how shiro reacts to him for a change. ]
Heh. it's our first real time together and you're already turning it into a challenge. Unbelievable.
[ except it's not. it's so ridiculous shiro that even though keith is teasing, his heart is overstuffed with fondness. ]
[ careful with the family jewels, keith! shiro does not squeak, okay, but there’s this faint, yet embarrassing sound that chokes up his throat, eyes going comically wide because no, he did not expect that sort of retaliation. of course, keith is entirely gentle, but the implications of it make shiro’s heart pound hard once and then he’s laughing, fingers once more giving a pinch with more pressure. shiro was right; sex with anonymous was the best, but that title has already run its course. minutes in with only the barest beginnings and this is already becoming something untouchable in his memory bank. this is fun. the easy way keith banters back and holds his own, the two of them ever closer to touching, really touching, but reluctant to be the first one to need it, like this is some sort of game… – it’s a wonder shiro ever doubted their compatibility before.
so it’s tempting to continue on this trajectory. he can already see it; the two of them setting into a throwdown challenge of who can make the other louder, both teasing until one of them breaks to wrap a hand around the two of them, rocking their cocks together. he’s wanted this, too. it never would have worked unless shiro took up the sheet and covered himself up instead, but he’d liked the idea of anonymous riding him enough to begin considering it. he ghosted him before he ever reached a comfort level necessary for him to bear such vulnerability, but it’s alright. it’s okay. he has keith now and keith already looks gorgeous straddling his thighs. if shiro just inches down a little more, giving keith more room to move, he could line up shiro’s cock and sink down on it.
and maybe that would be the appropriate way to do this, because underneath keith’s cheekiness, shiro’s certain the boy is still nervous about wanting to be filled. that would give keith more of the power, more of the control; he’d be leading. but shiro’s also a greedy, wanting man, who enjoys pushing keith. ]
You’re right. This is our first real time and it’s special.
[ he gives that half-dime a parting brush, delighting in how perky that nub is, and then moves both hands around to press flat against keith’s back, fingers spread wide to encompass more space. ] So know what I’m gonna do? [ palms down, along his shoulder blades, they’re good leverage points for him to grasp keith and pull, coaxing the boy to lift up on his knees to come closer. ]
I’m gonna focus on making you yell and you sob. [ is that too much like anonymous? maybe. but aside from shiro wanting to shower keith with affection, he wants keith to see him, too. to see how much he enjoys touching his body. which he does now; with keith higher, the access to that chest is open, giving shiro the easiest lean forward to flick the tip of his tongue over that hard nub. he mouths in next, kissing it and grazing teeth. ]
Been wanting to worship this body for months… so can you do that for me? Can you let yourself enjoy it?
[ funny. keith would have never described a mangled noise as the sound of victory before, but hearing it now and the sudden wide-eyed look on his unsuspecting boyfriend's face is precisely that. keith grins harder, preening in his delight until pinchy fingers force a silencing gasp and a twitch down low out of him.
but shiro isn't done with retaliating, is he? keith's touch is light enough that when shiro hoists him up onto his knees, his hands sim drags up over cockhead to lay flat on shiro's abs. as if the point hadn't been made clear already, having full access to play with each other is an entirely different beast. warm lips find his chest, and the flick of tongue on peaked nipple gets keith to whine as he wraps both arms around shiro's back.
but it's shiro's voice more than anything else that makes keith flush warm from cheeks down to his chest. fuck. the time when he'd been more galra than human is the first real indication he'd ever gotten than anonymous's words were just as filthy as his tongue, but that'd been once and keith's never built up any immunity to dirty talk. again, those fucking good mate classes only go so far and they'd largely only made keith feel extremely uncomfortable reading off lewd suggestions from cue cards.
but even that's beside the point, isn't it? he looks down at shiro, eyes wide with surprise. thing is? keith's never been great at receiving care from others, much less being spoiled with it to the point of worship. then again, considering shiro knows this, perhaps the real ask is for keith to willingly make himself vulnerable and open. no hiding, no muffling, no denying.
looking a pinch doe eyed, keith's heart does a horrible flutterskip that makes breathing difficult for two beats before he's finally able to speak. ]
...it's you, Shiro. You know I'd do anything for you.
[ a beat. ]
But you're sure about that? You don't want me to suck you off or anything?
[ oh, he’s going to enjoy this. obviously, of course, but the thought is punctuated by the ease in which keith trusts him to move, arms winding, hands clinging, and back curved just so to give shiro the best angles to play across that chest. keith says things like being uncertain about wanting to be on the receiving ends of pleasure, the vulnerability of giving up control, to instead be led through all the pleasure points of his own body an overwhelming, somewhat frightening prospect. even so, shiro is delighted that keith’s body knows what to do. despite whatever goes on in that adorable head of his, his body certainly wants shiro all over it; that readiness nothing but encouraging.
granted, keith is still very much that sweet, hesitant boy from their walk back from the carnival. naturally, a counter-offer was always in the cards. and boy, shiro cannot confidently say that he isn’t tempted. ]
I do love your mouth…
[ his own is still mouthing at keith’s chest, lips moving across the slight dip between keith’s pecs, moving, still moving all the way over to keith’s other nipple. it receives similar treatment in a flick and a kiss, though the wet suck is an added slow indulgence. notwithstanding, of course. one suckle, two, and the third draws longer before he releases to coo over the pert thing. ]
But I’m patient. [ he tips his head, looking, briefly, up at keith, before lifting his head to sit up just a little more. so – ] Later. Right now, all you need to do is keep your eyes open and watch me please you.
[ and lay down, apparently. shiro helps him through that. pulls him down, tips their weight and rolls them over, careful in the way he helps rearrange keith so he ends up beneath shiro, adequately cradled by the pillow. holding himself with his hands and knees, so none of his weight remains on keith, shiro grins down at the other. ]
Sounds easy, but I’m quite good with my mouth, too.
[ ... fuck. is it really so easy for shiro to rile him up and get him wanting? that first suck at his nip seems to go straight to his dick, cock head beading pre in anticipation of a good suckle later. the second and third makes keith squirm as thick ridges take shape along his shaft. all the while, keith doesn't look away from shiro, despite burning hot under his touch.
okay, so maybe a month's worth of sexual abstinence from anon and some quick, barely satisfying masturbation sessions to get sex out of his system hasn't exactly helped with his excitability here, but that can't wholly be it, right?
shiro scoops him up to reposition him onto his back and keith still keeps his eyes trained on his boyfriend's face. it's almost easier that way, not visually acknowledging his own arousal, though he can feel it potently. from the stiff peaks of his half dimes, down to the subtle throb of his cock as it reaches up as if to try and touch shiro hovering above him. he swallows, feeling the slow bob of his adam's apple as keith takes a deep breath.
fuck. he's imagined having shiro on top of him before. smiling while forging their connection stronger, deepr, filthier, but always with guilt attached to the fantasy. anon and shiro were always meant to be distinct entities, though the line had been blurred so often in the throes of passion that their convergence now still feels unreal. keith reaches up in defiance of shiro's orders to push back his forelock with a look of soft disbelief on his face before letting his arm flop back down on the bed. a nervous fidget later, and keith shuffles his legs apart on the bed, neatly boxing shiro between the border of his thighs. ]
Heh. You say it like I don't already know that. [ like he hasn't cum down shiro's throat and in his mouth without knowing. somewhat amused, keith huffs. ] Unless you're saying you've been holding back?
[ it's teasing. part of their usual competitive banter, really. but truthfully, inexperience menas keith very sincerely can't imagine all the ways in which that might actually be the case. ]
[ so. shiro’s new favorite thing is being trapped between these legs. trapped might not be the right word, considering it’s more a framing, rather than a holding, but the point is the same: naked, spread, keith legs are lovely things to be boxed in by. he grins to keith’s retort, stomach flip flopping at how readily keith teases back. true, he does know, doesn’t he? he’s tested the tightness of his throat and he’s felt his tongue pushing into one of the most intimate, vulnerable places of his body; keith knows this mouth very well indeed. it’s tempting, as it always is, to rise to any challenge thrown his way and it’s there, in the uptilt of keith’s tone, teasing the possibility that shiro has more up his sleeve. the obvious choice is to play up his own skills and promise more, mind-numbing pleasure, which is not entirely untrue. the doors and the sheets in themselves held him back.
but instead, he yields, slightly, to the idea that he’s already offered up his best. ]
I pulled out all the stops for you. [ the grin turns boyish in its lopsided curvature. shuffling down keith’s body, he briefly ducks down to kiss his sternum. ] I love pleasing this body.
[ he’s wandering down said body, brushing kisses over abs and belly button, breathing words in the midst. ]
And now you get to see just how much I do. [ love pleasing him. he lifts his head, and settles down in the framing of keith’s thighs, more comfortably seated with his legs tucked underneath himself. ] This gorgeous face here? [ he drags his palm over keith’s hip and down the crease of pelvis meeting thigh, fingers curling around a once again, nicely filled out dick. ] You’re gonna watch how wide you push my lips apart. How wet you make them.
[ the ridges are standing out and shiro, now fully prepared for them, has nothing but desire for them as he squeezes, feeling each line against his palm. ]
Bet you’ll make my eyes water, too. [ he blinks slow, accentuating the slight flutter to his lashes, clearly playing it up. ] When these ridges start working down my throat.
[ .... fuck. it's been, what, less than five minutes, and all the thoughts in keith's head keep spiraling and sputtering? shiro peppers kisses down the line of his sternum and lower, getting ever closer to his cock and the anticipation from that alone makes his dick twitch yet again. it'd be embarrassing if keith remembered how to be embarrassed, but there's an endless barrage of filthy suggestion in the aether and keith is left mentally tripping over wants and implication.
see, as much as he'd grown to like sucking anon's cock hard until it spat cum on his tongue and down his throat, it'd been yet another weird, guilty pleasure that he wasn't sure how to accept about himself. perhaps part of that had been the inherent absurdity of only ever being face to face with a waiting dick poked through a library shelf or a hole in the door that left his insides roiling in shame for getting off to having his mouth stretched wide and throat stuffed full, but there'd been more to that too. the guy on the other side of the door had grunted and groaned, and in the back of keith's mind, he'd put familiarity to those horny, wet sounds.
familiarity that, now, keith no longer has to fantasize or imagine. slowly, he props himself up onto his elbows, breathing hard to follow shiro's face as he settles on his knees between the split of his legs. it's ... fuck. it's so much, just looking at shiro there, grinning and teasing and possibly getting off to the same thing keith had been self-critical over. ]
Shiro... [ fuck. shiro hasn't even touched him yet and already there's a whine to his voice. feeling heat spread across his cheeks, keith swallows, trying for a pinch of composure. ] .. Fuck, you're gonna make me cum really quick if you keep talking like that.
[ a beat later, and keith has to laugh. ]
Fuck I don't even know what I'm saying right now. Just ... [ carefully, he sits up a little further, hand outstretched to sweep white forelock back and away from shiro's face. ]
You're the one who made me like this, you know? Taking it in my mouth until I choke. I didn't know you felt the same way.
[ on some level, it's kind of funny. anon had always taken such care to be quiet, and shiro is anything but. again, less than five minutes in and keith is stupidly aroused by the difference. like it isn't just him being more vulnerable, more present and himself in his visibility, but shiro too.
perhaps it's even funnier then, that a long time ago when keith had tried to imagine what first-time sex with shiro would have been like, he'd pictured something gentle and sweet. this still is, of course, but it's intercut with filth and something more real that it makes keith shiver as he drags fingers down to hook his index at shiro's lower lip. ]
[ it’s a good indicator that shiro loves sucking cock that when keith’s index hooks, shiro’s mouth goes pliant and open, head shifting to capture that finger in-between a pillowing of his lips. he sucks once, just for the fun of it, and then rolls his tongue over it, from the first to second bend in his finger. keith had been saying something though. explaining himself? not wanting to do keith the disservice of brushing over this, not when keith has been a touch cagey and enduringly nervous, shiro releases his finger after another, languid suck, smacking his lips with a small sound. ]
Felt what way? Enjoy sucking cock?
[ he made keith like that? there’s some valuable nugget of information there. was he the first dick keith’s ever taken into his mouth? is it his dick that keith’s lavished the most attention to? both thoughts are pleasing; combined, they have him shivering and hazy-minded, a quick spell of pleasure sufficiently distracting him in the moment. only for a beat. then he’s sobering, answering the question for himself. ]
It’s definitely not for everyone and I’d never expect it from you if you didn’t –
[ but he does. so he abandons the words and doesn’t bother ending it. see, while keith and anonymous are the same person, they are distinctly different entities in his head. being with anonymous was about taking and being unapologetic with his own pleasure. of course, toward the end, he hadn’t been a selfish lover with anonymous, either, but he’d started off as one; that theme coloring the rest of their interactions to the point that shiro did expect certain things from anonymous, even during the moments that he was the one with his mouth pressed to the door.
keith is different. keith is always different. it wouldn’t necessarily be his first choice, because he very much wants to get his cock inside this boy, but he’s also quite confident in the idea that he’d be perfectly satisfied rutting into the mattress as he adores keith’s body, pleasing him until the boy is sobbing and spent, a useless, adorable mess in the sheets. ]
But yeah, I like it. [ he quirks a smile, looking boyish and sweet, there between keith’s legs. ] I want you to feel good. I want to feel you feeling good.
[ … but then there’s a shift. that sweetness that’s oddly almost wholesome slips away, features subtly changing until an expression takes that is heat and confidence and a touch of competitiveness, too. keith’s sitting up and reaching. that’s the issue he’s zeroed in on here; something that he feels compelled to correct. so he lifts up, moving his hands to crawl back up keith’s body and to force himself into keith’s space. ]
Make no mistake, I’m the one with your dick in my mouth, but I’m the one control. [ a balances on one hand and gets the other to keith’s shoulder, gente, yet insistent in how he pushes him back down into the pillow. ] I’m the one leading you through your pleasure. I’ll take care of you, even when you’re pleasure-drunk and out of your mind. [ a soft, kind laugh. hovering over him, he ducks down to peck keith’s lips, his nose, and finally his forehead. ] Remember… let yourself enjoy it. I’ve got you, baby.
i feel contractually obligated to tag this so you have more morning porn
[ the word slips out in an awed gasp as shiro parts his lips and sucks at the tip of his index. his thoughts instantly haze up again, eyes round with lizard-brained fascination for the focus on shiro's face, the heated wetness inside. fuck. it shouldn't make his dick throb to have his finger lavished with attention, but want spreads like wildfire, and pre beads at his cock head.
the only reason keith even properly registers that shiro is talking to him is because shiro gives him no choice. he pulls away from his finger, drawing keith's attention back with him. gaze shifting back from lips to shiro's eyes, keith remembers belatedly to stop staring open-mouthed while listening.
it shouldn't come as an actual surprise to hear that shiro likes sucking dick. if he didn't, he wouldn't have bothered to offer i n the first place, right? but it's in listening to shiro speak so shamelessly -- boldly -- about his kinks and turn ons that make keith a little dizzy with so many different feelings. like maybe he could be like this, too. bold. demanding, shameless and ... just incredibly sexy for it.
fuck. the thought actually makes him sputter an involuntary laugh. what the fuck is going on with the world that he sincerely, legitimately cares about coming across sexy to anyone, huh? but he likes this. he likes being pushed back down on the pillow, being told authoritatively that there is no vulnerability here. shiro is in control, in his element and keith looks up at him, heart hammering so hard and loud that it's got to be some miracle shiro hasn't commented on it yet.
he's felt many thing about shiro over the years. during the war and for most of porn prison, it'd been largely colored with concern and protectiveness. here, with the way his heart feels squeezed and tight, adoration pours out of him in excess to soften his wanting expression with something moonier. keith starts to raise his hand, but catches himself and lowers it to the mattresss. and if that weren't enough? he breathes out: ]
Yes, sir. I'll be a good boy for you.
[ the words feel a little foreign on his tongue, though he must've said some horrible permutation of this at some mandatory class. it feels wholly different now, saying the words and actually meaning them. keith shivers this time, no longer quite laughing anymore. ]
I'll properly enjoy everything you give me., Shiro.
[ he has to wonder if keith is more intuitive than he lets on. sir. it’s a typical kink, one that is so overdone that it’s almost insulting to admit that he, an ex-military man, would have a thing for being called sir. so stereotypical. so boring. it doesn’t feel like that in the moment, however, not when keith is saying it so wantonly, voice breathy and thin. it’s funny, though, because soon enough, the sir is dropped and shiro has a direct comparison: sir versus shiro. heat sings in his blood and he’s tempted into correcting that, too. what did you call me. it’s sir. directing keith is an addictive thought; he’s doing it already but not quite like that. but…
he smiles, instead, conscious of the fact that this is their first time together as themselves. it’s meant to be special, right? so he settles somewhere in between: leaning down to softly kiss his mouth, pulling away to murmur an approving: ]
Good boy.
[ and then he’s working his way down keith’s body again. it’s similar to before, because he can’t not kiss that canvas of pretty skin and lean lines. each half-dime gets a lick and a nip, the right getting an extra suck because shiro deems it needs one. down, over ribs and through the panes of keith’s abdominals, shiro nuzzles his nose in as he kisses that cute belly button again… and then he takes a hard angle to his right. skipping the obvious destination of his cock, shiro kisses the junction of pelvis to inner thigh. this close, the side of his head brushes against the hard extension of keith’s cock and for that, keith gets shiro’s flesh fingers enclosing around in toward the base, wrist tilting to point keith’s cock away.
undeterred throughout, shiro fastens parted lips to keith’s thigh and then starts to suck. hard. he bites next and gives keith’s cock a single stroke to offset the nip of his teeth. he resumes sucking, working the skin over and over in the single-minded focus to leave a patch of reddened skin. eventually, he releases and lifts his head, observing the pinkness and deciding, yes, that will bruise nicely. he grins to himself and looks up the line of keith’s body, giving him another stroke that has him gathering pre and dragging it down. ]
I could do this for hours. [ he is particularly chatty, isn’t he? it started as a means to ease keith into this. to help him feel more comfortable, rather than letting nerves build and build in a blanket of silence. but the more he gives voice to his desires, the more shiro enjoys it. so now? now it’s for himself too. ] Kiss every inch of you and leave you littered with marks. My marks. [ he dips right back down to kiss the blemish forming on his thigh, speaking the words into him. ] But that’s not what you want right now, is it? Tell me, good boy… where do you want my mouth?
[ sir. good boy. though keith had been a little facetious in throwing that out at first, the sentiment behind the titles at least had been meant in earnest. acknowledging shiro's command of the situation, yielding to his whims -- something like that.
but in much the same way that keith hadn't laughed after being a little silly, shiro isn't either and the good boy keith earns rings fainly in his ears. good boy. in what feels like years ago now, h3'e onfe called anon that just before bending over to present his ass to the door. warming from the memory alone, keith goes a pinch starry eyed as shiro kisses his open mouth and moves back down his body. ]
Fuck...
[ more mewl than curse, keith's breath hithces as shiro teases his nipples. the urge to touch amd grab at shiro's hair and face is impossible to ignore outright. heart pounding, keith bites his lower lip and instead pulls at the sheets as he rolls back his shoulders back into the mattress to extend the tease of lips on his peaked dimes.
not that the effort gets him what he wants. shiro moves on and keith sinks back down on the mattress, following shiro's movements through lidded eyes. with his head propped up, he gets a clear enough view, though that doesn't fully settle his nerves. with anon, he'd always been able to stay calm with the reminder that he could make it stop with a twist or a roll away, but that logic doesn't apply here. for starters, keith doesn't want to make it stop because it's shiro and shiro is patient and deliberate..... ]
Nnn, Shiro...
.... and a fucking cocktease. the whine slips out equal parts dismayed and amused when his boyfriend pushes his cock out of the way to suck at his inner thigh. breathing hard, keith endures the throb of his trapped cock with soft moans as lips and suck. but of course, he's not allowed to get used to that. teeth pinch and he jolts with a whimper that's surprised and pleasured rolled into one sharp noise. hands clenching and unclenching and making a mess of the neat sheets, keith groans when his boy finally fucking relents and gives his cock a slow stroke.
hours. shiro could do this for hours. it's not a threat because it feels good, but it registers in a way that makes keith shiver as soon as the suggestion is out of shiro's lips.
fuck. they really could do this for hours. no fuck and run like with their anonymous trysts. no scramble to get cleaned up and dressed to pretend that nothing happened. and absolutely no marks beyond what was unavoidable. keith swallows,head swimming in incoherence. he's seen inmates wandering around with hickeys everywhere. gross had been his entire assessment. funny how a single adjective recontextualizes the whole fucking thing, huh? sh's marks.
his expression faotersk his indecision entirely genuine as he looks to shiro for some guidance over choosing between two amazing things. if keith were a little clearer headed, he might've laughed at himself. ]
I want ... I want those marks. Your marks. [ he breathes out, relaxing his grip on the sheet to gesture at his hip and collarbone. ] Want reminders. [ a beat: ] But I want your mouth on my cock too. I -- please.
Coffee, actual food breakfast and porn; you're set up for a wonderful day
[ it’s all just a ploy to get keith talking. yes, okay, shiro is fully committed to leading keith through this and maintaining control, to allow keith the safety and security of completely falling apart. it’s just – keith has such a pretty voice. it’s all rough and breathy, the rawness of his desire coming out in the slur of syllables and stutter of words. keith’s a greedy boy, but shiro is, too, and at present, shiro wants to hear his boyfriend try to articulate what it is he wants. that’s part of it, too, honestly. it isn’t just shiro thirsty to hear the ruin in keith’s voice. prompting keith nudges him closer and closer to becoming comfortable saying what it is he wants, what he needs. it’s a healthy exercise for a boy who harbors some semblance of guilt for wanting things for himself; shiro is intent on demonstrating to keith that it’s good that he tells him where to put his mouth.
so no, shiro isn’t going to deny him, despite keith cheating on the answer and asking for three uses of his mouth. he will tease him, however. ]
I’ll give you what you want… but I’ve only got one mouth, Keith. [his smile curls slow, a touch mischievously. he shifts up, pitching over to find the jut of keith’s left hip. ] Patience.
[ – yields focus, yada yada. shiro is focusing, at the very least, by bending down to give keith’s hip the same treatment as his thigh. even with the high crest of his hipbone but more anterior to his front than his side, shiro lavishes that softened skin with attention that grows wetter and hungrier with each tick. throughout, he keeps a hand on keith’s cock, fingertips idly shifting with gentle explorations of those ridges. skin sufficiently bruised, shiro lifts up and swings further anterior, dipping down to, without much warning, issue one very brief, very smooth kiss to keith’s cockhead. ]
Collarbone next, you wanted?
[ he’s grinning and licking his lips, chasing the bit of salty flavor there. crawling back up, he, unfortunately, has to let go of keith’s cock. he hopes to make up for it though as he finds the line of keith’s collarbones, going for the left side. it’s a delicate looking thing and he almost hesitates in treating it so roughly, but there at the middle, below the hard notch, shiro is quick to suck hard and bite with single-minded intention. soon, it’s ruddy and glistening with spit. shiro delights in staring at it, only to then turn that same, heated gaze to keith’s neck. ]
I think I should put one on your neck, too. [ keith’s cock is meant to be next and god yes, shiro wants that in his mouth just as much as keith wants to put it there, but shiro is drawn in to the perfect arch and length of keith’s throat. he noses in and adjusts the lean of his body. it’s not the same as the heat of his mouth but… he lines up their hips and rolls his own, sliding his cock against keith’s. he nips to muffle his moan, mumbling: ]
Should leave lots of marks here. Then everyone will see, everyone will know.
[ it's utterly bizarre knowing full well that shiro is teasing him while also having no mind to throw back anything witty. instead, keith winds up looking at shiro longingly, swallowing as he widens the split of his legs and licks his lower lip. is that enticing? he doesn't know, he's never tried to be that. ]
Mm, I know, I know...
[ the words are murmured, but not quite apologetic as keith huffs. frankly, it's a lie. he's never felt so much like he knows nothing in his life, but even that idle thought sinply pops out of existence as shiro manifests a mark on his hip. groaning, keith bucks his hips, rutting his cock into shiro's palm. of course, he knows that's not what shiro wanted from him, but he's allowed to have that one luxurious roll, right? evidently yes, because the heat of lips at his cock head comes so suddenly that keith moans outright from surprise alone.
the temptation for pushing orders builds, mischief briefly lighting up keith's eyes but just as quick shiro abandons his cock and comes up higher. fuck. it isn't fair that shiro as such a strangle hold on the start-stop nature of his thoughts, but what would have been a drawn out whine comes out so much filthier from need when shiro lines up their hips, their cocks and ruts slow. ]
Sir....
[ this time, keith abandons his grip on the sheets, unable to keep from putting his hands on broad shoulders. all things considered, it's funny. he used to think he knew what the general thrust of sex was. cocks inside holes, frantically rutting hips, unbearable heat and eventually.. capitulation to desires that don't wholly feel like his own.
this is decidedly not that. anon had grabbed, licked, sucked and fucked with keith's tacit consent. right now, shiro's leaving marks where he's directed, giving keith exactly what he wants. the thrill of it is as electrifying as the friction on his cock and the heat of shiro's skin. unthinking, he rolls his head back on the pillow, offering his neck to shiro with a visible shiver.
everyone will see. everyone will know..
in so many ways, it's the antithesis of what keith has wanted. being with anon meant nobody saw, nobody knew. everything about him was a secret, even to the guy balls deep inside him. keith swallows hard, the bob of his throat painfully slow. subverting months and months of comfort, presenting the temporary brand of shiro's care for the world to see -- the thoughts circle in keiths head for several maddening beats until, finally, he figures out what shiro must be waiting for. ]
So do it, Shiro. I'm ready to show everyone who I belong to.
[ despite that, his heart is racing faster than ever. keith's always bo private and guarded about his persona life that bringing any facet of it to the forefront goes against every instinct. so maybe it wont come as any surprise to shiro that one of keith's hands trail down his arm to feel for his boyfriend's hand. his fingers are a pinch sweaty from nervousness, but when he has shiro's hand in his, his grip s tight, his voice more assertive.]
[ he’s still calling him sir. maybe shiro’s embarrassment over his stereotypical kink isn’t an exclusive thing. maybe it’s shared. though, keith doesn’t seem all that embarrassed with how freely he offers it up. keith is freely offering up many things, actually. it’s pleasing for all the obvious reasons, but mostly, it encourages shiro on the idea that keith is inching out of his self-imposed shell, truly enjoying this build-up. it works wonders on shiro, too. keith’s breathy, pleasure sweetened voice draws out on commands and shiro can’t even find it in himself to care that he isn’t quite as absolute in his leading afterall.
he presses his mouth fully to keith’s neck and goes to work: tongue making it wet and then teeth marking the space, before he sucks and sucks. seems shiro is the possessive type. they haven’t been hiding their relationship, but they’ve been rather chaste about it, both in public and alone, anonymous trysts not included. a kiss here, a hug there, and a dose of heavy flirting… that’s been the extent out on the prison grounds. shiro’s never thought much about himself wanting people to know; he hadn’t been that way with adam.
the galaxy garrison operates completely different than this prison, obviously, so maybe that’s part of it. maybe part of shiro’s sudden desire to leave keith littered with marks is so their fellow inmates see him and realize he’s already well taken care of. that he already has someone to help him through his sentence. that they are wholly unneeded. then they’ll back the fuck off and leave keith to him.
his jaw tightens and he’s biting down harder, catching himself a moment later to relax the clasp of teeth. rolling his tongue over the reddened skin after, part in apology and part in farewell, shiro then immediately picks out another section to give the same treatment. onto his second mark now, slowly climbing up keith’s neck, shiro rolls his hips again to follow through on a dirty, indulgent grind. it feels different, but in a good way, he supposes. the ridges of keith’s cock put too much pressure in some places but the teetering of too much is exciting and invigorating and shiro decides he likes it. so he continues moving his pelvis against keith’s, inevitably moving to a third and then a fourth mark, one that ends just underneath the floor of keith’s mandible.
he lifts his head to survey his work. just as his thigh and his hip, the skin is pink and wet, ruddy with the promise of darkening with time. shiro grins, body still moving in languid motions to rub their cocks together. ]
Fuck, Keith. You’re going to draw everyone’s eyes for days.
[ granted, shiro is of the opinion that keith does that anyway, with his long legs, shapely body and perfectly angled face. but he’s made impossibly prettier now, with a line of bruises climbing up his neck. ]
[the fact that he's almost more nervous about shiro leaving hickeys in harder to conceal places than he is about his boyfriend fitting his thick cock inside isn't entirely lost on keith. considering how things have progressed between them, perhaps that's even normal somehow, but it still makes keith squirm a little, hiccuping with an almost laugh though the sound comes out choked and sharp when shiro's mouthing turns into a hard bite.
keith groans when shiro lets up to lick throbbing skin, grip tightening on the hand he has in his. the shivering is damn near uncontrollable as pain pulses away into tingling that goes straight to his aching dick. it's then, with a paradoxically hazy clarity, that keith realizes he could actually cum just like this. with shiro biting and sucking his neck, all while rocking their cocks together. perhaps that shouldn't even be surprising, considering what happened the very first time they'd been together with keith grinding furiously until he managed to climax on a horrified shiro.
the memory is as sobering as getting his head dunked in a bucket of ice water. somewhat jarred, despite knowing shiro doesn't hold any of that against him, keith looks to his boyfriend feeling a pinch unsettled. forcing a deep breath, he gives his hand another squeeze and murmurs: ]
Will you be looking, too?
[ the question is nonsensical. of course shiro's going to be looking. it's just ... drawing attention means less than nothing if shiro isn't there to look at keith with approving, proud eyes. one deep breath then keith brings his fingers up to trace the wet line down his throat, suddenly wishing he could see it for himself. shiro's certainly left a mark on his face before, but these are different -- asked for and wanted. ]
'Cuz that's the only thing that matters to me. I want it to look good for you.
[ it’s an absurd question because the answer is obvious. in another situation, it could’ve been teasing, even shallow in a fishing for compliments. this is keith, however, and it isn’t all that difficult to pick apart when his boy is working through some lapse in certainty. shiro, good-natured and willing to dote on this boy, smiles as he bends for a kiss. see, his mouth can be soft and sweet, too. affection brimming to overflowing, shiro lingers through the simple press of his lips to keith’s and with those extra beats spent, he lifts his head. he lifts entirely, really.
the rocking of his dick against keith’s slows and the blanketing of his body pulls back, until he’s sitting up between keith’s legs. he’s situated with his knees to the bed, legs folded underneath his body… but he’s greedy for keith’s space, so those knees widen and split, pushed under the open splay of keith’s thighs. ]
Keith…
[ it’s a fond rendition of his name, shiro’s affectionate gaze adding weight. both hands frame keith at the waist, smoothing down to take more substantial grabs at hips. he drags him, just a little more, a little higher, up the slop of shiro’s thighs to get keith’s ass closer into his lap. there; perfect. he has keith at his fingertips; so close and so easy to play with, which he does in short order, flesh hand wrapping around keith’s cock to give it a smooth tug. ]
I’m always looking at you. You have no idea how captivating you are.
[ keith’s been captivating from the very start, first with his skill and his drive, although that second one was buried under layers upon layers of stubbornly held disappointment for life. years later, shiro still finds himself inspired and awe-shaken with the feats keith manages to pull off through his unyielding determination to see done what he deems necessary. but in recent months, the direction of his gaze has shifted, with him openly eyeing up parts of keith that he had denied himself before. and he doesn’t just mean the obvious filth of drifting his eyes south when keith walks ahead of him or how he knows from the crease in keith’s pants that he tucks right. it’s things like holding his breath a half a second more when keith bursts into laughter or staring at his mischief lit smile too long. he’s gorgeous in the early mornings, too, when his hair is a mess and there are pillow creases on his face, eyes barely open and brain still ensnared by fading sleep.
shiro particularly likes this soft-eyed look, too, with the whole of keith’s body laid out before him, love-bites scattered and nips glistening with drying saliva. he huffs, amused, and cups the head of keith’s cock, circling the spongy tip with his thumb. ]
shl it really does because here i am... in the morning. writing filth
[ it shouldn't be possible to feel so many things about one person. even though keith doesn't think he's said anything terribly revealing, shiro is right there, kissing and looking at him with such adoring eyes that his heart starts to melt and ache at the same time. two parallel emotions that are polar opposites and shouldn't be happening simultaneously. and yet, here keith is, a little vat the stunned into silent awe as shiro lifts his ass up to rest on his thighs.
it's just... whenever keith thinks of the version of shiro back in his reality or his point in the timeline -- whatever the case is, it's difficult to even imagine them being so close, let alone his best friend ever saying something as addictive as i'm always looking at you. shiro had never said it outright, but keith remembers the haunted looks shiro would cast in his direction when he thought keith wasn't paying attention.
the truth is, maybe keith is used to being captivating... but for all the wrong reasons.
whether that be drawing the attention of other kids in school for being a smaller, weirdo emo kid from a group home, teachers who breathed down his neck for every minor infraction, to drawing the ire or intrigue of his peers in space for either being too galra or not galra enough, his life has been a clusterfuck of expectations and assumptions that keith has long since stopped giving two shits about.
...well, except for one person that is.
for a while, keith had felt maybe the distance put between him and shiro was something he deserved for not having been there, for failing to recognize the imposter until it was too late. being with this shiro here and now makes him want all these things he likely doesn't deserve but is too selfish and starved to wean himself off of. can't. won't. ]
I... [ his breath hitches and peters into a soft moan, thoughts spiraling out of reach as shiro pumps and teases at his cock head. pre continues to bead at the tip, his cock aching as it reaches for shiro, but even that ceases to be embarrassing. he wants shiro, and for once he doesn't need to imagine or harbor any guilty feelings about that while there's an unknown cock giving him pleasure. eyes going half-lidded, he wraps his legs around shiro's back and carefully scooches higher up on his lap until his ass bumps shiro's cock. keith swallows hard, breathing a little harder as he mumbles: ]
That's all you. You're captivating. You're the most incredible person I've ever met and I ... sometimes I look at you and I feel like I'm dreaming.
[ he rather likes how responsive keith’s body is. cock plump, the ridges fill out entirely to their defined edges, the slit a seemingly endless pool of pre as it beads and drips and smears with the next swipe of shiro’s thumb. legs wind around next and with the brush of keith’s ass to his cock, shiro loses sight of reality, momentarily retreating into his own mind to picture the possibility of taking keith like this. a bit of lube, a quick prep, and he could angle his cock down, to feed it into keith’s hole. shiro lacks the necessary leverage to move his hips in any sort of motion worthy of keith, but he has big hands. hands that can grip tight and lift keith. he could manually fuck him on his cock and keep him bouncing in his lap, even as he lies there across the bedding. he thinks he’d enjoy the position, because he’d be able to see everything: keith’s drowsy eyes, moaning mouth, heaving chest, tense belly, every single mark and, of course, the unhampered view of his cock disappearing, over and over, inside keith.
he curls his thumb around keith’s cock to complete the circle and gives him a stroke, all the while reminding himself that he can’t get ahead of himself. he promised to give keith what he wants and this boy wanted his mouth.
the script keeps changing, keeps evolving into something deeper, however, and the headiness of his desire, while still potent, doesn’t overwhelm him into dirty, filth-filled words. keith has gone soft and sentimental, and shiro, lulled by the earnestness of those mumbles, has his chest fluttering with sweet, besotted feeling. so there is no returning tease of this, probably, being better than any dream keith’s ever had or a prompting of keith to tell him exactly what kind of dreams keith’s entertained about him. instead, shiro redirects them, once more making keith the focus. ]
You are a dream, Keith. [ he smiles, expression honeyed and mildly bewitched with infatuation. seems they are in an unspoken competition to see who can be the sappiest. apparently, shiro is intent on winning. ] My dream.
[ he keeps moving his hand, up, down, up along those ridges, pumping keith slowly. ]
No. That’s not right. I don’t think I could’ve ever imagined someone like you. [ that isn’t to say he thinks keith is perfect in some unrealistic way. but he fits perfectly in shiro’s life, to support shiro through the lows and to meet him in the highs, rejuvenating shiro’s sense of purpose and drive, so, as cliché as it sounds, shiro can be a better version of himself. ]
You’re the greatest friend I’ve ever had… and now you’re more. [ he pauses in his stroking, thumb pressing to the frenulum, rubbing against it, while his other hand finds the reddened mark at keith’s thigh, fingers tracing teasing outlines of it. ] So much more than I ever allowed myself to hope for.
[ with shiro stroking him up and down in earnest now, keith is entirely helpless to do more than shiver, fingers once again gripping the sheet on either side of shiro's thighs. it's -- it's a lot, being so close. draped over shiro's lap, it's hard not to whine for more when the ever-present reminder of a hard cock burning warm against his ass is there to breathe life into fantasies of all the ways shiro could take him that weren't previously possible.
swallowing, keith squirms for the tiniest of bucks into the closed fist around his cock then catches himself and tries to relax fully. paying attention gets harder with every stroke though, especially when a good chunk of his lizard brain is wholly preoccupied with the fundamental design flaw that is the fact that shiro can't talk and suck him off at the same time. frustration with this deeply unfair predicament bursts out of him as keith lets out a deeply confused but needy moan. ]
Fuck, shiro!
[ or should that be sir? rhetoric growing fuzzy in his head, keith abandons the sheet to reach up and pull shiro down closer. to his face, to his cock -- he doesn't know, somehow that ceases to matter as much as simply closing the distance between them. <
but even in his feverish haze of wants, keith still manages to hear something profoundly depressing in his best friend's admission that he's never pushed for the absolute best for himself. his hand lands mid-way up shiro's metal arm, but the tug is poorly coordinated and weakened by the continued rhythmic pumping of his cock. keith shivers, groans and blurts: ]
You should hope for the best. Only the best! 'Cuz that's what you deserve. You deserve all the best the universe can offer you and --[ his breath hitches, voice cutting off with a gasp as the ache in his chest focuses sharp like a laser. the universe never gave that to his shiro. but this one....? this one, keith can still hope for, right? teeth grit, he shudders through the rush of feeling and grips the prosthetic arm tight. ]
...and I'm gonna get up and cum on your face if you disagree.
Edited (GRAGH) 2022-12-20 23:36 (UTC)
This isn't morning porn but... Does it still count.
[ oh. he’s going down then? hands grasp for him, tugging without any solid thought into how this is meant to work with keith’s ass in his lap and his hand stroking him off. shiro goes though, simply because keith’s desperateness to get him even closer is addictive in its impatience. so, bending at the waist, shiro can feel the end movement of his hand bumping against his upper abdominals with the way he’s folding over himself. being taller than keith anyway, especially in the torso, it’s be easy enough to reach for a kiss, so that quickly becomes his destination point. except… keith’s blurting and groaning and pulling at the metal of his arm, caught in some imagined obligation of needing to offer encouragements.
so, shiro deserves the best and while this is said, he’s being pulled ever closer to keith. is keith trying to signify something here? it’s easier to focus on the humor to be found in that, rather than the sobering topic of what shiro does and doesn’t deserve. the second list is, unfortunately, far easier for shiro to outline. that isn’t to say he doesn’t strive for happiness or hope for certain things to come to pass, but he’s more accustomed to being battered around by misfortune and strife. he just doesn’t have it in him anymore to ignore all else and shoot for the stars like he did in his youth.
but it’s okay. it is. he makes due and not only that, sometimes he catches a break. sometimes he finds himself so blessed that all the terrible things that have led him to the moment aren’t quite as regretful. like now. right now, he has his best friend opening up to him, trusting him… threatening him…?
shiro’s chest expands on a breath, feeling a buzz underneath his skin and then he’s laughing. at least threaten him with something he won’t enjoy. though, he supposes, keith untangling himself and lifting free from his recline would be less than ideal. he looks so pretty all laid out, the sheets already rumbled around him. ]
Fine, alright. [ happiness fills those simple words. the ease in which he caves is surprising, isn’t it? the reason as to why it’s so easy becomes clear after he finally snags that kiss and then pulls back. ] I deserve you.
[ best, keith, same thing, really. back again, to that subtle challenge of who gets to fawn over the other more, shiro is rather confident he’s the one getting the last word in. he isn’t above securing his so-called victory through craftier means, though. so he sits up and lets go of keith’s cock, hand a little sticky as he reaches behind himself with both, loosening the hooking of keith’s ankles to unwind those long, long legs. ]
Now cum down my throat, instead.
[ he moves quick for such a big guy. on moment he’s sitting upright, grinning a lazy, cheeky thing at keith, and then he’s down between keith’s spread legs, belly to the bedding and arms pushed under keith’s thighs, hands coming up from below to grasp keith by the hips. his mouth comes next and he isn’t slow about that either. he opens wide and engulfs, sealing lips tight around those ridges as he sinks down immediately.
… HEEHE, he wins. ]
Edited (ok now this tag is complete) 2022-12-21 21:57 (UTC)
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he’s embarrassed. it’s an obvious thought, one that doesn’t need specific recognition, but shiro finds himself pausing on it, watching, vaguely fascinated, as keith hides in his hands. he begins to sink and sink against the headboard and it’s – huh, not funny, but considering shiro was bracing for more accusations and even keith storming out of here, the relief he feels is easily mistaken as something far lighter. thankfully, it isn’t so potent that he makes the mistake of settling into his relief with a bit of laughter. his voice does, however, take on a softer tone, alit with burgeoning confidence. ]
Hey… none of that. This isn’t the end of the world.
[ the mattress dips as shiro rearranges himself on it, putting himself against the headboard. he gathers keith and manually moves him himself to get him sitting up, where shiro is quick to loop his arm around him to hug him into his side. ]
This could even be a… uh, good thing…? [ that sure is convincing, isn’t it? he puffs out a breath, still not quite laughing, and presses a kiss to keith’s head to make up for it. ] We found our way to each other and not just that, we were good together. [ remember that talk about their insane chemistry? remember how not too long ago they’d both been nervous despite all the reassurances that they’d be compatible? he smiles, forcing a little more in hopes of coaxing keith into abandoning his hiding. ] So good. Best sex I’ve ever had.
[ … okay, maybe that’s being a touch too truthful. don’t judge him for it. ]
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there's an arm around him then, followed by a kiss pressed to his head. it's ... fuck. levity ahas returned to shiro's voice and for a moment, keith is thrown. he peeks above his fingertips, what's still visible of his forehead still a fierce cherry red. ]
You think so...?
[ it's not the angle that keith had been approaching this from at all. anon had obviously accepted him -- tacitly sure, until anon disappeared because well.. shiro pulled that stunt. in retrospect, that whole incident had been... kinda ridiculous, huh? two guys scrambling to end a pseudo relationship because of each other. keith groans, butting the side of his head against shiro's chest. ]
Was it really the best?
[ all things considered, perhaps not what keith ought to be focusing on, but somehow reframing this whole thing from shiro's perspective is easier than looking at it from his own. ]
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heh, to think he’s gone a month without that now.
it’s no grand feat, really, because he has something else to fill the gap. he has a very cute, sometimes surprisingly shy boy, who curls up with him at night and offers him kisses when shiro is particularly sweet. it’s the polar opposite of the animalistic brutality of broken doors and roughly handled bodies, but somehow, it’s just as satisfying to keep him grounded and focused, not even a hint of regret making its way into his brain. ]
Yeah. [ he noses, briefly, at keith’s hair. ] It won’t be after tonight… or, I mean, whenever we…
[ they are very much naked in this very large bed of theirs, but even so, it suddenly feels presumptuous to assume that the evening is going to pan out the way they’d originally thought it would. truthfully? there’s disappointment to be found in the notion that they may delay another day, but overall, shiro isn’t too bothered by it. so the smile doesn’t flee and his good mood doesn’t dessert him; he clings tight to both, arm looping closer to encourage keith’s lean.
he lifts his head, only because the angle is deep enough that his neck protests. knocking it gently back to the headboard, shiro stares across the room, again stripping away layers to try for more honesty. ]
I enjoyed it. The freedom of not being seen. [ he’ll wager that much was the same for keith. so maybe he’s preaching to the choir here. nonetheless – ] I didn’t have to be me. I didn’t have to think like me, didn’t have to act like me, didn’t have to be what anyone expected me to be… I could block out everything and just… [ a breath. ] – feel good in the moment.
[ his fingers curl at keith’s hip, tracing abstract shapes into his skin. ]
… But now I wanna feel good with you. [ and considering keith’s been in his head for months now, superimposed onto someone who wasn’t supposed to be him, shiro can only assume being with the real keith is going to be so, so much better. ]
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they've been best friends for years, and for all their similarities and shared interests... it's still kind of fascinating to think maybe they do feel similarly about sex. of course, that isn't something keith anticipated. after all, shiro's had other partners and a sex life that predated the one imposed on them by the warden.
sex isn't inherently unnatural or some grotesque scrambling of his autonomy. of course keith knows that, but in practice it's been harder to come to terms with actually being okay with wanting it for himself because experience hasn't always been equated with choice. there's a word for that -- trauma, perhaps, but a rough life has made it difficult to even unpack that for what it is. after all, he's been in more battles than he cares to count, and seen more people die than he wants to remember. this is nothing in comparison, right?
or so he thought. in the end, it's exactly as shiro said. it had been freeing to be someone other than himself while allowing anon to explore his body. it had been more enjoyable precisely because keith didn't have to think or feel anything than what he was made to feel by anon's fingers and tongue and cock.
shiro's.
keith tries out the correction, eyes still on his boyfriend's face, then has to look away when the flutter in his chest refuses to subside. he hiccups a tiny laugh, twisting enough to bump his cheek to shiro's chest. and then... what that isn't close enough? keith frees himself from shiro's arm to carefully straddle his thighs. ]
It could still be tonight. If you want. [ if you want. keith shakes his head, unsatisfied. ] Because that's what I want.
[ still smiling, keith traces a long line from collarbone down to shiro's flesh hand, taking it and intertwining their fingers. ]
Sounds stupid but... I really didn't want to want., I guess. [ he huffs, expression turning slightly self deprecating. ] Heh. You know. If you hadn't ghosted me, I was planning on saying thank you. For helping me figure things out ... and for showing me it was gonna be okay. ....Aaand then I was going to break it off with you because I realized that even though things were okay, I didn't want to be just okay. I wanted you. [ a beat. ] No, I want you. I want to kiss you. I wanna be able to say your name while we touch.
[ pause. is that too subtle? ]
I want to look at you and hold you while you fuck me.
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he can’t say he’s surprised by the revelation. he harbors favoritism for keith; he has for a long time, even when he was vehement of his denial for it.
throughout keith’s talking, shiro keeps his smile, watching patiently and fondly, as keith works through his own wants. he squeezes encouragingly at his hand, his free one rubbing at keith’s thigh. it travels up in the pause, thumb tracing along the angle of keith’s pelvic bone as his fingers curl around and his palm flattens to his hip. while you fuck me. his gaze is steady, but growing heavier, because while he doesn’t make any obvious outward reaction to it, his abdomen tightens on a flutter and a shiver runs down his spine, accumulating and spreading through his lower body to make him twitch. ]
I want that, too.
[ he breathes out the words, voice already weighty with renewed desire. leaning in, he tips the angle to press a kiss to keith’s jaw, nosing further along the hard line of it. fuck, being able to see keith’s face when they’re connected… – he wanted that before. he tried to create a poor man’s mimic of such intimacy by riding anonymous and himself of the door. it simply wasn’t enough. the eyes, the mouth, the sweaty tangles of hair – the best parts were covered up. so that’s all it takes, one little mention, and shiro is quickly losing his patience and composure. he’s thinking of keith arching off the sheets, hair haloed around him as he tries to focus his eyes. fuck. or keith riding him just like this, with his head tipped back and neck arched. shiro would have to take a fistful of his hair and yank him down, huh? he’d have to keep those eyes on him, to never waver throughout every drop down of keith’s body.
he groans, metal fingers tightening at his hip. ] Bet you’re a sight when you’re full of me. [ his body has certainly been greedy for his cock; does that insatiable desire make its way to keith’s face? does he go all dark eyed and flushed, soft, full lips finally able to to part around noises that won’t be muffled? ] Can’t believe I’ve had you all those times and I never got to see, got to hear…
[ he huffs a breath just barely resembling a laugh and then explores his galra hand up keith’s torso, sliding in to skim his fingertips along the shape of his pec and over his nipple. ]
I said your name once. [ cooed. casual. ] Do you remember? [ he pulls back to get a full look at keith, grinning. ] You felt so good around me that I lost my mind. [ a beat, fingers giving a playful pinch at his nip. ] Think you can do it again? Maybe make me yell it this time… not in that chainsmoker voice you love so much?
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barely a minute in, and everything is different. constraints enforced by glory holes and anonymity had eliminated most avenues of foreplay. even towards the end of those hook ups, there'd still been a sheet to keep most of him covered, and touch had almost always been more more direct right from the get go. hands on his cock, fingers scissoring his rim, a tongue pushed inside his hole -- all with the assumption of enforced silence.
shiro's voice in this context is damn near intoxicating. kisses, butterfly touches and pinches. keith moans as fingers squeeze a half dime pert, cock filling out again fast with a twitch. fuck -- those stupid mandatory "good mate" classes have more or less drilled into his head what's considered an erogenous zone, but knowing the nipple is one of those things is still not wholly the same as discovering in real time that he's sensitive here too. he flushes, slowly lettin expelling a long puff of breath as he gathers his wits. ]
I remember.... [ voice breathy, keith drags his hnads up shiro's arms, feeling the strength in his boyfriend's biceps and shoulders with appreciative squeezes. he shivers, before scooting a little closer hips just shy of being flush to shiro's but close enough that the tip of his cock brushess just beneath shiro's cockhead. ] Kind of.. I wasn't really really thinking straight at all.
[ he laughs, looking sheepish for a moment. ]
Being full of you kinda has that effect.
[ of course, being in the throes of a frighteningly long orgasm hadn't exactly helped his coherence either. keith glances down at their almost touching cocks, then looks back up at shiro to steal an open mouthed kiss and pulls away with a gentle bite at his lower lip. that bit of cheek is all the warning shiro gets before keith reaches down to grab him by the balls. ]
You'd yell if I squeezed now, yeah?
[ he wouldn't, of course. a point made self evident a half beat later when he lets go in favor of indulgently tracing a thick vein up to the frenulum simply because he can.. being the one covered up has kept keith strictly on the receiving end of anon's whims, and it's exhilarating to look and see how shiro reacts to him for a change. ]
Heh. it's our first real time together and you're already turning it into a challenge. Unbelievable.
[ except it's not. it's so ridiculous shiro that even though keith is teasing, his heart is overstuffed with fondness. ]
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so it’s tempting to continue on this trajectory. he can already see it; the two of them setting into a throwdown challenge of who can make the other louder, both teasing until one of them breaks to wrap a hand around the two of them, rocking their cocks together. he’s wanted this, too. it never would have worked unless shiro took up the sheet and covered himself up instead, but he’d liked the idea of anonymous riding him enough to begin considering it. he ghosted him before he ever reached a comfort level necessary for him to bear such vulnerability, but it’s alright. it’s okay. he has keith now and keith already looks gorgeous straddling his thighs. if shiro just inches down a little more, giving keith more room to move, he could line up shiro’s cock and sink down on it.
and maybe that would be the appropriate way to do this, because underneath keith’s cheekiness, shiro’s certain the boy is still nervous about wanting to be filled. that would give keith more of the power, more of the control; he’d be leading. but shiro’s also a greedy, wanting man, who enjoys pushing keith. ]
You’re right. This is our first real time and it’s special.
[ he gives that half-dime a parting brush, delighting in how perky that nub is, and then moves both hands around to press flat against keith’s back, fingers spread wide to encompass more space. ] So know what I’m gonna do? [ palms down, along his shoulder blades, they’re good leverage points for him to grasp keith and pull, coaxing the boy to lift up on his knees to come closer. ]
I’m gonna focus on making you yell and you sob. [ is that too much like anonymous? maybe. but aside from shiro wanting to shower keith with affection, he wants keith to see him, too. to see how much he enjoys touching his body. which he does now; with keith higher, the access to that chest is open, giving shiro the easiest lean forward to flick the tip of his tongue over that hard nub. he mouths in next, kissing it and grazing teeth. ]
Been wanting to worship this body for months… so can you do that for me? Can you let yourself enjoy it?
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but shiro isn't done with retaliating, is he? keith's touch is light enough that when shiro hoists him up onto his knees, his hands sim drags up over cockhead to lay flat on shiro's abs. as if the point hadn't been made clear already, having full access to play with each other is an entirely different beast. warm lips find his chest, and the flick of tongue on peaked nipple gets keith to whine as he wraps both arms around shiro's back.
but it's shiro's voice more than anything else that makes keith flush warm from cheeks down to his chest. fuck. the time when he'd been more galra than human is the first real indication he'd ever gotten than anonymous's words were just as filthy as his tongue, but that'd been once and keith's never built up any immunity to dirty talk. again, those fucking good mate classes only go so far and they'd largely only made keith feel extremely uncomfortable reading off lewd suggestions from cue cards.
but even that's beside the point, isn't it? he looks down at shiro, eyes wide with surprise. thing is? keith's never been great at receiving care from others, much less being spoiled with it to the point of worship. then again, considering shiro knows this, perhaps the real ask is for keith to willingly make himself vulnerable and open. no hiding, no muffling, no denying.
looking a pinch doe eyed, keith's heart does a horrible flutterskip that makes breathing difficult for two beats before he's finally able to speak. ]
...it's you, Shiro. You know I'd do anything for you.
[ a beat. ]
But you're sure about that? You don't want me to suck you off or anything?
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granted, keith is still very much that sweet, hesitant boy from their walk back from the carnival. naturally, a counter-offer was always in the cards. and boy, shiro cannot confidently say that he isn’t tempted. ]
I do love your mouth…
[ his own is still mouthing at keith’s chest, lips moving across the slight dip between keith’s pecs, moving, still moving all the way over to keith’s other nipple. it receives similar treatment in a flick and a kiss, though the wet suck is an added slow indulgence. notwithstanding, of course. one suckle, two, and the third draws longer before he releases to coo over the pert thing. ]
But I’m patient. [ he tips his head, looking, briefly, up at keith, before lifting his head to sit up just a little more. so – ] Later. Right now, all you need to do is keep your eyes open and watch me please you.
[ and lay down, apparently. shiro helps him through that. pulls him down, tips their weight and rolls them over, careful in the way he helps rearrange keith so he ends up beneath shiro, adequately cradled by the pillow. holding himself with his hands and knees, so none of his weight remains on keith, shiro grins down at the other. ]
Sounds easy, but I’m quite good with my mouth, too.
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okay, so maybe a month's worth of sexual abstinence from anon and some quick, barely satisfying masturbation sessions to get sex out of his system hasn't exactly helped with his excitability here, but that can't wholly be it, right?
shiro scoops him up to reposition him onto his back and keith still keeps his eyes trained on his boyfriend's face. it's almost easier that way, not visually acknowledging his own arousal, though he can feel it potently. from the stiff peaks of his half dimes, down to the subtle throb of his cock as it reaches up as if to try and touch shiro hovering above him. he swallows, feeling the slow bob of his adam's apple as keith takes a deep breath.
fuck. he's imagined having shiro on top of him before. smiling while forging their connection stronger, deepr, filthier, but always with guilt attached to the fantasy. anon and shiro were always meant to be distinct entities, though the line had been blurred so often in the throes of passion that their convergence now still feels unreal. keith reaches up in defiance of shiro's orders to push back his forelock with a look of soft disbelief on his face before letting his arm flop back down on the bed. a nervous fidget later, and keith shuffles his legs apart on the bed, neatly boxing shiro between the border of his thighs. ]
Heh. You say it like I don't already know that. [ like he hasn't cum down shiro's throat and in his mouth without knowing. somewhat amused, keith huffs. ] Unless you're saying you've been holding back?
[ it's teasing. part of their usual competitive banter, really. but truthfully, inexperience menas keith very sincerely can't imagine all the ways in which that might actually be the case. ]
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but instead, he yields, slightly, to the idea that he’s already offered up his best. ]
I pulled out all the stops for you. [ the grin turns boyish in its lopsided curvature. shuffling down keith’s body, he briefly ducks down to kiss his sternum. ] I love pleasing this body.
[ he’s wandering down said body, brushing kisses over abs and belly button, breathing words in the midst. ]
And now you get to see just how much I do. [ love pleasing him. he lifts his head, and settles down in the framing of keith’s thighs, more comfortably seated with his legs tucked underneath himself. ] This gorgeous face here? [ he drags his palm over keith’s hip and down the crease of pelvis meeting thigh, fingers curling around a once again, nicely filled out dick. ] You’re gonna watch how wide you push my lips apart. How wet you make them.
[ the ridges are standing out and shiro, now fully prepared for them, has nothing but desire for them as he squeezes, feeling each line against his palm. ]
Bet you’ll make my eyes water, too. [ he blinks slow, accentuating the slight flutter to his lashes, clearly playing it up. ] When these ridges start working down my throat.
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see, as much as he'd grown to like sucking anon's cock hard until it spat cum on his tongue and down his throat, it'd been yet another weird, guilty pleasure that he wasn't sure how to accept about himself. perhaps part of that had been the inherent absurdity of only ever being face to face with a waiting dick poked through a library shelf or a hole in the door that left his insides roiling in shame for getting off to having his mouth stretched wide and throat stuffed full, but there'd been more to that too. the guy on the other side of the door had grunted and groaned, and in the back of keith's mind, he'd put familiarity to those horny, wet sounds.
familiarity that, now, keith no longer has to fantasize or imagine. slowly, he props himself up onto his elbows, breathing hard to follow shiro's face as he settles on his knees between the split of his legs. it's ... fuck. it's so much, just looking at shiro there, grinning and teasing and possibly getting off to the same thing keith had been self-critical over. ]
Shiro... [ fuck. shiro hasn't even touched him yet and already there's a whine to his voice. feeling heat spread across his cheeks, keith swallows, trying for a pinch of composure. ] .. Fuck, you're gonna make me cum really quick if you keep talking like that.
[ a beat later, and keith has to laugh. ]
Fuck I don't even know what I'm saying right now. Just ... [ carefully, he sits up a little further, hand outstretched to sweep white forelock back and away from shiro's face. ]
You're the one who made me like this, you know? Taking it in my mouth until I choke. I didn't know you felt the same way.
[ on some level, it's kind of funny. anon had always taken such care to be quiet, and shiro is anything but. again, less than five minutes in and keith is stupidly aroused by the difference. like it isn't just him being more vulnerable, more present and himself in his visibility, but shiro too.
perhaps it's even funnier then, that a long time ago when keith had tried to imagine what first-time sex with shiro would have been like, he'd pictured something gentle and sweet. this still is, of course, but it's intercut with filth and something more real that it makes keith shiver as he drags fingers down to hook his index at shiro's lower lip. ]
Fitting, that I end with the morning porn.
Felt what way? Enjoy sucking cock?
[ he made keith like that? there’s some valuable nugget of information there. was he the first dick keith’s ever taken into his mouth? is it his dick that keith’s lavished the most attention to? both thoughts are pleasing; combined, they have him shivering and hazy-minded, a quick spell of pleasure sufficiently distracting him in the moment. only for a beat. then he’s sobering, answering the question for himself. ]
It’s definitely not for everyone and I’d never expect it from you if you didn’t –
[ but he does. so he abandons the words and doesn’t bother ending it. see, while keith and anonymous are the same person, they are distinctly different entities in his head. being with anonymous was about taking and being unapologetic with his own pleasure. of course, toward the end, he hadn’t been a selfish lover with anonymous, either, but he’d started off as one; that theme coloring the rest of their interactions to the point that shiro did expect certain things from anonymous, even during the moments that he was the one with his mouth pressed to the door.
keith is different. keith is always different. it wouldn’t necessarily be his first choice, because he very much wants to get his cock inside this boy, but he’s also quite confident in the idea that he’d be perfectly satisfied rutting into the mattress as he adores keith’s body, pleasing him until the boy is sobbing and spent, a useless, adorable mess in the sheets. ]
But yeah, I like it. [ he quirks a smile, looking boyish and sweet, there between keith’s legs. ] I want you to feel good. I want to feel you feeling good.
[ … but then there’s a shift. that sweetness that’s oddly almost wholesome slips away, features subtly changing until an expression takes that is heat and confidence and a touch of competitiveness, too. keith’s sitting up and reaching. that’s the issue he’s zeroed in on here; something that he feels compelled to correct. so he lifts up, moving his hands to crawl back up keith’s body and to force himself into keith’s space. ]
Make no mistake, I’m the one with your dick in my mouth, but I’m the one control. [ a balances on one hand and gets the other to keith’s shoulder, gente, yet insistent in how he pushes him back down into the pillow. ] I’m the one leading you through your pleasure. I’ll take care of you, even when you’re pleasure-drunk and out of your mind. [ a soft, kind laugh. hovering over him, he ducks down to peck keith’s lips, his nose, and finally his forehead. ] Remember… let yourself enjoy it. I’ve got you, baby.
i feel contractually obligated to tag this so you have more morning porn
[ the word slips out in an awed gasp as shiro parts his lips and sucks at the tip of his index. his thoughts instantly haze up again, eyes round with lizard-brained fascination for the focus on shiro's face, the heated wetness inside. fuck. it shouldn't make his dick throb to have his finger lavished with attention, but want spreads like wildfire, and pre beads at his cock head.
the only reason keith even properly registers that shiro is talking to him is because shiro gives him no choice. he pulls away from his finger, drawing keith's attention back with him. gaze shifting back from lips to shiro's eyes, keith remembers belatedly to stop staring open-mouthed while listening.
it shouldn't come as an actual surprise to hear that shiro likes sucking dick. if he didn't, he wouldn't have bothered to offer i n the first place, right? but it's in listening to shiro speak so shamelessly -- boldly -- about his kinks and turn ons that make keith a little dizzy with so many different feelings. like maybe he could be like this, too. bold. demanding, shameless and ... just incredibly sexy for it.
fuck. the thought actually makes him sputter an involuntary laugh. what the fuck is going on with the world that he sincerely, legitimately cares about coming across sexy to anyone, huh? but he likes this. he likes being pushed back down on the pillow, being told authoritatively that there is no vulnerability here. shiro is in control, in his element and keith looks up at him, heart hammering so hard and loud that it's got to be some miracle shiro hasn't commented on it yet.
he's felt many thing about shiro over the years. during the war and for most of porn prison, it'd been largely colored with concern and protectiveness. here, with the way his heart feels squeezed and tight, adoration pours out of him in excess to soften his wanting expression with something moonier. keith starts to raise his hand, but catches himself and lowers it to the mattresss. and if that weren't enough? he breathes out: ]
Yes, sir. I'll be a good boy for you.
[ the words feel a little foreign on his tongue, though he must've said some horrible permutation of this at some mandatory class. it feels wholly different now, saying the words and actually meaning them. keith shivers this time, no longer quite laughing anymore. ]
I'll properly enjoy everything you give me., Shiro.
i am mid-morning porning. i am losing my edge.
he smiles, instead, conscious of the fact that this is their first time together as themselves. it’s meant to be special, right? so he settles somewhere in between: leaning down to softly kiss his mouth, pulling away to murmur an approving: ]
Good boy.
[ and then he’s working his way down keith’s body again. it’s similar to before, because he can’t not kiss that canvas of pretty skin and lean lines. each half-dime gets a lick and a nip, the right getting an extra suck because shiro deems it needs one. down, over ribs and through the panes of keith’s abdominals, shiro nuzzles his nose in as he kisses that cute belly button again… and then he takes a hard angle to his right. skipping the obvious destination of his cock, shiro kisses the junction of pelvis to inner thigh. this close, the side of his head brushes against the hard extension of keith’s cock and for that, keith gets shiro’s flesh fingers enclosing around in toward the base, wrist tilting to point keith’s cock away.
undeterred throughout, shiro fastens parted lips to keith’s thigh and then starts to suck. hard. he bites next and gives keith’s cock a single stroke to offset the nip of his teeth. he resumes sucking, working the skin over and over in the single-minded focus to leave a patch of reddened skin. eventually, he releases and lifts his head, observing the pinkness and deciding, yes, that will bruise nicely. he grins to himself and looks up the line of keith’s body, giving him another stroke that has him gathering pre and dragging it down. ]
I could do this for hours. [ he is particularly chatty, isn’t he? it started as a means to ease keith into this. to help him feel more comfortable, rather than letting nerves build and build in a blanket of silence. but the more he gives voice to his desires, the more shiro enjoys it. so now? now it’s for himself too. ] Kiss every inch of you and leave you littered with marks. My marks. [ he dips right back down to kiss the blemish forming on his thigh, speaking the words into him. ] But that’s not what you want right now, is it? Tell me, good boy… where do you want my mouth?
it is still morning porn, it counts??
but in much the same way that keith hadn't laughed after being a little silly, shiro isn't either and the good boy keith earns rings fainly in his ears. good boy. in what feels like years ago now, h3'e onfe called anon that just before bending over to present his ass to the door. warming from the memory alone, keith goes a pinch starry eyed as shiro kisses his open mouth and moves back down his body. ]
Fuck...
[ more mewl than curse, keith's breath hithces as shiro teases his nipples. the urge to touch amd grab at shiro's hair and face is impossible to ignore outright. heart pounding, keith bites his lower lip and instead pulls at the sheets as he rolls back his shoulders back into the mattress to extend the tease of lips on his peaked dimes.
not that the effort gets him what he wants. shiro moves on and keith sinks back down on the mattress, following shiro's movements through lidded eyes. with his head propped up, he gets a clear enough view, though that doesn't fully settle his nerves. with anon, he'd always been able to stay calm with the reminder that he could make it stop with a twist or a roll away, but that logic doesn't apply here. for starters, keith doesn't want to make it stop because it's shiro and shiro is patient and deliberate..... ]
Nnn, Shiro...
.... and a fucking cocktease. the whine slips out equal parts dismayed and amused when his boyfriend pushes his cock out of the way to suck at his inner thigh. breathing hard, keith endures the throb of his trapped cock with soft moans as lips and suck. but of course, he's not allowed to get used to that. teeth pinch and he jolts with a whimper that's surprised and pleasured rolled into one sharp noise. hands clenching and unclenching and making a mess of the neat sheets, keith groans when his boy finally fucking relents and gives his cock a slow stroke.
hours. shiro could do this for hours. it's not a threat because it feels good, but it registers in a way that makes keith shiver as soon as the suggestion is out of shiro's lips.
fuck. they really could do this for hours. no fuck and run like with their anonymous trysts. no scramble to get cleaned up and dressed to pretend that nothing happened. and absolutely no marks beyond what was unavoidable. keith swallows,head swimming in incoherence. he's seen inmates wandering around with hickeys everywhere. gross had been his entire assessment. funny how a single adjective recontextualizes the whole fucking thing, huh? sh's marks.
his expression faotersk his indecision entirely genuine as he looks to shiro for some guidance over choosing between two amazing things. if keith were a little clearer headed, he might've laughed at himself. ]
I want ... I want those marks. Your marks. [ he breathes out, relaxing his grip on the sheet to gesture at his hip and collarbone. ] Want reminders. [ a beat: ] But I want your mouth on my cock too. I -- please.
Coffee, actual food breakfast and porn; you're set up for a wonderful day
so no, shiro isn’t going to deny him, despite keith cheating on the answer and asking for three uses of his mouth. he will tease him, however. ]
I’ll give you what you want… but I’ve only got one mouth, Keith. [his smile curls slow, a touch mischievously. he shifts up, pitching over to find the jut of keith’s left hip. ] Patience.
[ – yields focus, yada yada. shiro is focusing, at the very least, by bending down to give keith’s hip the same treatment as his thigh. even with the high crest of his hipbone but more anterior to his front than his side, shiro lavishes that softened skin with attention that grows wetter and hungrier with each tick. throughout, he keeps a hand on keith’s cock, fingertips idly shifting with gentle explorations of those ridges. skin sufficiently bruised, shiro lifts up and swings further anterior, dipping down to, without much warning, issue one very brief, very smooth kiss to keith’s cockhead. ]
Collarbone next, you wanted?
[ he’s grinning and licking his lips, chasing the bit of salty flavor there. crawling back up, he, unfortunately, has to let go of keith’s cock. he hopes to make up for it though as he finds the line of keith’s collarbones, going for the left side. it’s a delicate looking thing and he almost hesitates in treating it so roughly, but there at the middle, below the hard notch, shiro is quick to suck hard and bite with single-minded intention. soon, it’s ruddy and glistening with spit. shiro delights in staring at it, only to then turn that same, heated gaze to keith’s neck. ]
I think I should put one on your neck, too. [ keith’s cock is meant to be next and god yes, shiro wants that in his mouth just as much as keith wants to put it there, but shiro is drawn in to the perfect arch and length of keith’s throat. he noses in and adjusts the lean of his body. it’s not the same as the heat of his mouth but… he lines up their hips and rolls his own, sliding his cock against keith’s. he nips to muffle his moan, mumbling: ]
Should leave lots of marks here. Then everyone will see, everyone will know.
it's true, my day was stacked
Mm, I know, I know...
[ the words are murmured, but not quite apologetic as keith huffs. frankly, it's a lie. he's never felt so much like he knows nothing in his life, but even that idle thought sinply pops out of existence as shiro manifests a mark on his hip. groaning, keith bucks his hips, rutting his cock into shiro's palm. of course, he knows that's not what shiro wanted from him, but he's allowed to have that one luxurious roll, right? evidently yes, because the heat of lips at his cock head comes so suddenly that keith moans outright from surprise alone.
the temptation for pushing orders builds, mischief briefly lighting up keith's eyes but just as quick shiro abandons his cock and comes up higher. fuck. it isn't fair that shiro as such a strangle hold on the start-stop nature of his thoughts, but what would have been a drawn out whine comes out so much filthier from need when shiro lines up their hips, their cocks and ruts slow. ]
Sir....
[ this time, keith abandons his grip on the sheets, unable to keep from putting his hands on broad shoulders. all things considered, it's funny. he used to think he knew what the general thrust of sex was. cocks inside holes, frantically rutting hips, unbearable heat and eventually.. capitulation to desires that don't wholly feel like his own.
this is decidedly not that. anon had grabbed, licked, sucked and fucked with keith's tacit consent. right now, shiro's leaving marks where he's directed, giving keith exactly what he wants. the thrill of it is as electrifying as the friction on his cock and the heat of shiro's skin. unthinking, he rolls his head back on the pillow, offering his neck to shiro with a visible shiver.
everyone will see. everyone will know..
in so many ways, it's the antithesis of what keith has wanted. being with anon meant nobody saw, nobody knew. everything about him was a secret, even to the guy balls deep inside him. keith swallows hard, the bob of his throat painfully slow. subverting months and months of comfort, presenting the temporary brand of shiro's care for the world to see -- the thoughts circle in keiths head for several maddening beats until, finally, he figures out what shiro must be waiting for. ]
So do it, Shiro. I'm ready to show everyone who I belong to.
[ despite that, his heart is racing faster than ever. keith's always bo private and guarded about his persona life that bringing any facet of it to the forefront goes against every instinct. so maybe it wont come as any surprise to shiro that one of keith's hands trail down his arm to feel for his boyfriend's hand. his fingers are a pinch sweaty from nervousness, but when he has shiro's hand in his, his grip s tight, his voice more assertive.]
Give it to me.
and here we go again with an attack of tags
he presses his mouth fully to keith’s neck and goes to work: tongue making it wet and then teeth marking the space, before he sucks and sucks. seems shiro is the possessive type. they haven’t been hiding their relationship, but they’ve been rather chaste about it, both in public and alone, anonymous trysts not included. a kiss here, a hug there, and a dose of heavy flirting… that’s been the extent out on the prison grounds. shiro’s never thought much about himself wanting people to know; he hadn’t been that way with adam.
the galaxy garrison operates completely different than this prison, obviously, so maybe that’s part of it. maybe part of shiro’s sudden desire to leave keith littered with marks is so their fellow inmates see him and realize he’s already well taken care of. that he already has someone to help him through his sentence. that they are wholly unneeded. then they’ll back the fuck off and leave keith to him.
his jaw tightens and he’s biting down harder, catching himself a moment later to relax the clasp of teeth. rolling his tongue over the reddened skin after, part in apology and part in farewell, shiro then immediately picks out another section to give the same treatment. onto his second mark now, slowly climbing up keith’s neck, shiro rolls his hips again to follow through on a dirty, indulgent grind. it feels different, but in a good way, he supposes. the ridges of keith’s cock put too much pressure in some places but the teetering of too much is exciting and invigorating and shiro decides he likes it. so he continues moving his pelvis against keith’s, inevitably moving to a third and then a fourth mark, one that ends just underneath the floor of keith’s mandible.
he lifts his head to survey his work. just as his thigh and his hip, the skin is pink and wet, ruddy with the promise of darkening with time. shiro grins, body still moving in languid motions to rub their cocks together. ]
Fuck, Keith. You’re going to draw everyone’s eyes for days.
[ granted, shiro is of the opinion that keith does that anyway, with his long legs, shapely body and perfectly angled face. but he’s made impossibly prettier now, with a line of bruises climbing up his neck. ]
and now it is my turn to morning porn....
keith groans when shiro lets up to lick throbbing skin, grip tightening on the hand he has in his. the shivering is damn near uncontrollable as pain pulses away into tingling that goes straight to his aching dick. it's then, with a paradoxically hazy clarity, that keith realizes he could actually cum just like this. with shiro biting and sucking his neck, all while rocking their cocks together. perhaps that shouldn't even be surprising, considering what happened the very first time they'd been together with keith grinding furiously until he managed to climax on a horrified shiro.
the memory is as sobering as getting his head dunked in a bucket of ice water. somewhat jarred, despite knowing shiro doesn't hold any of that against him, keith looks to his boyfriend feeling a pinch unsettled. forcing a deep breath, he gives his hand another squeeze and murmurs: ]
Will you be looking, too?
[ the question is nonsensical. of course shiro's going to be looking. it's just ... drawing attention means less than nothing if shiro isn't there to look at keith with approving, proud eyes. one deep breath then keith brings his fingers up to trace the wet line down his throat, suddenly wishing he could see it for himself. shiro's certainly left a mark on his face before, but these are different -- asked for and wanted. ]
'Cuz that's the only thing that matters to me. I want it to look good for you.
and so it continues
the rocking of his dick against keith’s slows and the blanketing of his body pulls back, until he’s sitting up between keith’s legs. he’s situated with his knees to the bed, legs folded underneath his body… but he’s greedy for keith’s space, so those knees widen and split, pushed under the open splay of keith’s thighs. ]
Keith…
[ it’s a fond rendition of his name, shiro’s affectionate gaze adding weight. both hands frame keith at the waist, smoothing down to take more substantial grabs at hips. he drags him, just a little more, a little higher, up the slop of shiro’s thighs to get keith’s ass closer into his lap. there; perfect. he has keith at his fingertips; so close and so easy to play with, which he does in short order, flesh hand wrapping around keith’s cock to give it a smooth tug. ]
I’m always looking at you. You have no idea how captivating you are.
[ keith’s been captivating from the very start, first with his skill and his drive, although that second one was buried under layers upon layers of stubbornly held disappointment for life. years later, shiro still finds himself inspired and awe-shaken with the feats keith manages to pull off through his unyielding determination to see done what he deems necessary. but in recent months, the direction of his gaze has shifted, with him openly eyeing up parts of keith that he had denied himself before. and he doesn’t just mean the obvious filth of drifting his eyes south when keith walks ahead of him or how he knows from the crease in keith’s pants that he tucks right. it’s things like holding his breath a half a second more when keith bursts into laughter or staring at his mischief lit smile too long. he’s gorgeous in the early mornings, too, when his hair is a mess and there are pillow creases on his face, eyes barely open and brain still ensnared by fading sleep.
shiro particularly likes this soft-eyed look, too, with the whole of keith’s body laid out before him, love-bites scattered and nips glistening with drying saliva. he huffs, amused, and cups the head of keith’s cock, circling the spongy tip with his thumb. ]
shl it really does because here i am... in the morning. writing filth
vat the stunned into silent awe as shiro lifts his ass up to rest on his thighs.
it's just... whenever keith thinks of the version of shiro back in his reality or his point in the timeline -- whatever the case is, it's difficult to even imagine them being so close, let alone his best friend ever saying something as addictive as i'm always looking at you. shiro had never said it outright, but keith remembers the haunted looks shiro would cast in his direction when he thought keith wasn't paying attention.
the truth is, maybe keith is used to being captivating... but for all the wrong reasons.
whether that be drawing the attention of other kids in school for being a smaller, weirdo emo kid from a group home, teachers who breathed down his neck for every minor infraction, to drawing the ire or intrigue of his peers in space for either being too galra or not galra enough, his life has been a clusterfuck of expectations and assumptions that keith has long since stopped giving two shits about.
...well, except for one person that is.
for a while, keith had felt maybe the distance put between him and shiro was something he deserved for not having been there, for failing to recognize the imposter until it was too late. being with this shiro here and now makes him want all these things he likely doesn't deserve but is too selfish and starved to wean himself off of. can't. won't. ]
I... [ his breath hitches and peters into a soft moan, thoughts spiraling out of reach as shiro pumps and teases at his cock head. pre continues to bead at the tip, his cock aching as it reaches for shiro, but even that ceases to be embarrassing. he wants shiro, and for once he doesn't need to imagine or harbor any guilty feelings about that while there's an unknown cock giving him pleasure. eyes going half-lidded, he wraps his legs around shiro's back and carefully scooches higher up on his lap until his ass bumps shiro's cock. keith swallows hard, breathing a little harder as he mumbles: ]
That's all you. You're captivating. You're the most incredible person I've ever met and I ... sometimes I look at you and I feel like I'm dreaming.
two morning porns in one day, what is happening
he curls his thumb around keith’s cock to complete the circle and gives him a stroke, all the while reminding himself that he can’t get ahead of himself. he promised to give keith what he wants and this boy wanted his mouth.
the script keeps changing, keeps evolving into something deeper, however, and the headiness of his desire, while still potent, doesn’t overwhelm him into dirty, filth-filled words. keith has gone soft and sentimental, and shiro, lulled by the earnestness of those mumbles, has his chest fluttering with sweet, besotted feeling. so there is no returning tease of this, probably, being better than any dream keith’s ever had or a prompting of keith to tell him exactly what kind of dreams keith’s entertained about him. instead, shiro redirects them, once more making keith the focus. ]
You are a dream, Keith. [ he smiles, expression honeyed and mildly bewitched with infatuation. seems they are in an unspoken competition to see who can be the sappiest. apparently, shiro is intent on winning. ] My dream.
[ he keeps moving his hand, up, down, up along those ridges, pumping keith slowly. ]
No. That’s not right. I don’t think I could’ve ever imagined someone like you. [ that isn’t to say he thinks keith is perfect in some unrealistic way. but he fits perfectly in shiro’s life, to support shiro through the lows and to meet him in the highs, rejuvenating shiro’s sense of purpose and drive, so, as cliché as it sounds, shiro can be a better version of himself. ]
You’re the greatest friend I’ve ever had… and now you’re more. [ he pauses in his stroking, thumb pressing to the frenulum, rubbing against it, while his other hand finds the reddened mark at keith’s thigh, fingers tracing teasing outlines of it. ] So much more than I ever allowed myself to hope for.
THREE.
swallowing, keith squirms for the tiniest of bucks into the closed fist around his cock then catches himself and tries to relax fully. paying attention gets harder with every stroke though, especially when a good chunk of his lizard brain is wholly preoccupied with the fundamental design flaw that is the fact that shiro can't talk and suck him off at the same time. frustration with this deeply unfair predicament bursts out of him as keith lets out a deeply confused but needy moan. ]
Fuck, shiro!
[ or should that be sir? rhetoric growing fuzzy in his head, keith abandons the sheet to reach up and pull shiro down closer. to his face, to his cock -- he doesn't know, somehow that ceases to matter as much as simply closing the distance between them. <
but even in his feverish haze of wants, keith still manages to hear something profoundly depressing in his best friend's admission that he's never pushed for the absolute best for himself. his hand lands mid-way up shiro's metal arm, but the tug is poorly coordinated and weakened by the continued rhythmic pumping of his cock. keith shivers, groans and blurts: ]
You should hope for the best. Only the best! 'Cuz that's what you deserve. You deserve all the best the universe can offer you and --[ his breath hitches, voice cutting off with a gasp as the ache in his chest focuses sharp like a laser. the universe never gave that to his shiro. but this one....? this one, keith can still hope for, right? teeth grit, he shudders through the rush of feeling and grips the prosthetic arm tight. ]
...and I'm gonna get up and cum on your face if you disagree.
This isn't morning porn but... Does it still count.
so, shiro deserves the best and while this is said, he’s being pulled ever closer to keith. is keith trying to signify something here? it’s easier to focus on the humor to be found in that, rather than the sobering topic of what shiro does and doesn’t deserve. the second list is, unfortunately, far easier for shiro to outline. that isn’t to say he doesn’t strive for happiness or hope for certain things to come to pass, but he’s more accustomed to being battered around by misfortune and strife. he just doesn’t have it in him anymore to ignore all else and shoot for the stars like he did in his youth.
but it’s okay. it is. he makes due and not only that, sometimes he catches a break. sometimes he finds himself so blessed that all the terrible things that have led him to the moment aren’t quite as regretful. like now. right now, he has his best friend opening up to him, trusting him… threatening him…?
shiro’s chest expands on a breath, feeling a buzz underneath his skin and then he’s laughing. at least threaten him with something he won’t enjoy. though, he supposes, keith untangling himself and lifting free from his recline would be less than ideal. he looks so pretty all laid out, the sheets already rumbled around him. ]
Fine, alright. [ happiness fills those simple words. the ease in which he caves is surprising, isn’t it? the reason as to why it’s so easy becomes clear after he finally snags that kiss and then pulls back. ] I deserve you.
[ best, keith, same thing, really. back again, to that subtle challenge of who gets to fawn over the other more, shiro is rather confident he’s the one getting the last word in. he isn’t above securing his so-called victory through craftier means, though. so he sits up and lets go of keith’s cock, hand a little sticky as he reaches behind himself with both, loosening the hooking of keith’s ankles to unwind those long, long legs. ]
Now cum down my throat, instead.
[ he moves quick for such a big guy. on moment he’s sitting upright, grinning a lazy, cheeky thing at keith, and then he’s down between keith’s spread legs, belly to the bedding and arms pushed under keith’s thighs, hands coming up from below to grasp keith by the hips. his mouth comes next and he isn’t slow about that either. he opens wide and engulfs, sealing lips tight around those ridges as he sinks down immediately.
… HEEHE, he wins. ]
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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