[ 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)
[ if keith knows nothing else about shiro, it's that his best friend is a fighter. someone who won't go down easy, and even when he's down finds a way to get back up on his feet. in other words, shiro is stubborn as fuck and the sudden acquiescence with i deserve you catches keith off guard.
perhaps subconsciously, he'd been gearing up for a protracted pep talk about how shiro can't ever give up on his own happiness and settle for something less, but the conversation's gone sideways in some black belt level jujitsu move. frankly, it feels like a non-sequitur -- they'd been talking about shiro and the best things in life, and keith is slow to work out how the hell his name got dragged into that.
just as the gears start turning, however, shiro lifts up and away, then quickly scooches down between his legs, hands at his hips and thighs. keith blinks, but any hope of a clever comeback is utterly annihilated by the shock of a wet mouth on his cock. caught entirely by surprise, keith throws his head back and lets out a throaty moan that pitches high as shiro takes more and more of his cock into the wet heat of his mouth. hands gripping tight at the sheets, keith plants his feet on the mattress to try for a proper thrust. not that his intentions get much traction, thighs shake as shiro moves down and keith wails through the tight seal oressed around one ridge after another.
gaze easily turning half lidded and glazed over with want, it's all too apparent that keith's completelyforgotten what it is they were debating moments ago. he strains only to try and get a proper view of his cock disappearing into shiro's mouth and groans desperately as shiro's ,stretched lips inch closer to his pelvis. ]
Shiro, please!
[ voice threatening to crack, keith barely manages the plea between gasps for air. scrambled as his thoughts are, he frankly couldn't even explain what he's begging for. it's just -- it's been a month since he was intimate with anything aside from his fucking hand, and despite having been with anon for months on end, he's only ever gotten to imagine how good his partner might look with his cock stuffed down their throat. already teased, but now overheated, keith whines, hand shaking as he tries to grab at shiro's cropped hair. ]
Pleas, fucksir! You're hot like this, can't -- can't hold it!
[ an irrational panic takes hold as keith abandons trying to reach for shiro's hair and instead grabs himself around the base of his cock to squeeze tight with a strangled groan. after all, the longer he holds it in, the more being with shiro gets to be drawn out, right? ]
[ desperation rings louder and louder, keith’s voice hitting a fever pitch as he whines and pleads, hands making up for the gaps in his words. shiro loves his hairstyle. not necessarily his hair because it’s bleached white up front and subtly graying, but he enjoys the overall cut. he does think, though, that it’d be nice to have a little more length, just so keith has something to pinch between those greedy fingers and give a pull. maybe keith will like that, when their positions are reversed and it’s shiro’s hands in his hair. he’s fond of that, as well; of how messy and unconventional keith’s hair has always been, even during his cadet days. these days shiro does a lot less snickering over keith’s blatant disregard of conforming to anyone’s standard and instead, does a lot more hopeless moonying, because wow, keith is effortlessly gorgeous and wow, he’s got enough hair that it’d be so easy to give it a solid yank.
keith gives up on shiro’s hair and shiro misses the scrabbling of those fingers immediately. he’s undeterred, though. he’s got a hefty mouthful with a fat cockhead broadening the opening of his throat and if he’s going to do with without choking through that first ridge, then he needs to concentrate. which is precisely why he does choke, because those hands give up on his hair to grab for his own cock instead. surprised, his throat spasms through an involuntary sound of confusion and then it’s working against keith’s cock, pushing it out of his throat as shiro coughs, pulls back and coughs some more.
he pulls off, spittle dripping and then splattering as he gives another, lesser cough. funnily enough, he’s unbothered by it. he’s managed to find something humorous in all of this, and the source becomes clear a moment later when he smiles and swallows hard, forcing his control over his own body. ]
Thought you said you couldn’t hold it.
[ pointedly, he sends a look at keith’s cock, where keith is clearly holding. get it? he laughs a brief, slightly strained sound. he’s rather comfortable where he is, laid out between keith’s legs, so he won’t be pushing himself up even though he has the suspicion that something is going on here that he’s having trouble pinpointing. instead, he presses a kiss to the knuckles of keith’s fingers and then lays his head on keith’s thigh, staring up the length of his body to his face. ]
What’re you doing, babe? [ soft, curious, exasperatedly fond, he wants to understand, though he can’t help another bit of teasing. ] If you’d rather come on my face that badly, you can.
[ it isn't just shiro choking. in fact, as soon as the smooth column of shiro's throat convulses around his cock head, keith splutters on a choked moan as well. hand clamped desperately around the base of his cock, keith sweats through the smothering of his cock, snuffing out the growing thrum of an impending orgasm with nothing but grit and fingernails. he shudders and whines throughout, canines looking more like fangs as they pinch hard at his lower lip.
by the time the strangled high passes over enough that keith tentatively eases off on the vice grip on his cock, he's breathing hard through the unbearable throb of his balls and cock head, eyes glazed over and somewhat unfocused as the faint yellow of his sclera fade to their usual white. shiro is talking to him, but the godawful joke he's cracked about holding goes way over keith's head. he follows shiro's glance down to his cock, groans at the newly acquired row of flushed crescent shaped indents and slowly opens up his hand.
more damning is the fact that the lewd question shiro tops off his teasing with makes keith shiver visibly, a line of goosebumps climbing up his thighs as his cock gives a traitorous twitch. ]
Shiro, no -- I can't. We just started, I don't want it to be over already.
[ a little more clarity and keith might've been able to see the holes in his own logic, but in the moment the routinized approach to each of them getting off once and then parting ways is a hard memory to override. swallowing hard, keith lifts his hand to stroke shiro's cheek fondly. ]
Just... just let me enjoy this a little bit longer. Please?
[ oh, he likes that, doesn’t he? with his head laid on his thigh, shiro feels the pleased shudder going through this boy, as well as sees the twitch of that pretty cock. the pretty cock that keith is denying him, that is. initially, in that one-beat pause in-between words, shiro hears i can’t and feels something clench in the pit of his chest. one second and there’s a rush of disappointment, concern, confusion… but keith’s still talking, still explaining, and while the rest of it shouldn’t make a whole lot of sense, it does clear things up enough that shiro relaxes with slow-forming understanding.
over already…? keith thinks if he cums it’ll be over…?
shiro’s eyebrows draw in, forming a wrinkled knot, but keith is reaching for him and that’s all it takes for shiro to lift up, tilting his head into those fingers so keith doesn’t have to fight too far in his reach. now, he knows in some backwards way, keith is inexperienced with intimacy. but where in the world did he get the misconception that sex is a one-off game? they don’t talk about their sheet check-offs. shiro would think, maybe, that’s where; maybe keith only does enough to finish a requirement and then gets the hell out. but why would he associate the equivalent of a job or a punishment with shiro? because of anonymous?
… ah. this is because of anonymous, isn’t it?
it has to be, because shiro knows for certain that keith is capable of coming multiple times, even if that particular time has been heavily influenced. point is, shiro doubts this is a physical limitation. it’s simply a self-imposed limitation; one that shiro ought to correct quickly.
so, the knot relaxes and the exasperated fondness of his smile returns, the whole of him lifting as he gets himself up by the palms of his hands. ]
Who says it’ll be over? [ they have all night. they don’t have to be anywhere else. they don’t have to pretend to be anyone else, either. there is no fear of getting caught or cornered. so – ]
I know you have more than one orgasm in you. [ higher now, shiro crawls up keith’s body to hover over the stretch of him. he doesn’t bend down to kiss his mouth, but he does so to brush a sweet little thing to his cheek, the chasteness of it in stark contrast to: ]
I’m gonna wring every last drop from you… if you’d just let me. [ brat. and he does laugh at that; a brief, breathy thing against his cheek, lips still curled in a smile. ]
[ who says it'll be over? it's shiro's first question and it damn near short circuits keith's brain during the kneejerk attempt to answer. he opens his mouth, mumbling a stuttered: ]
The ru-.... [ before promptly falling into confused silence that's as subtle as the bafflement all but spelled out on keith's face. what rules is keith even talking about? the unstated one between him and anon about getting off and getting out? the one between him and shiro about not getting too close to others if it can be avoided? the prison rules that keith stubbornly spites by refusing to enjoy what is technically considered enjoyable? some unholy combination of all three things at the same time?
keith stares up helplessly lost as shiro hovers above him. just when the fuck did he even start caring about adhering to rules anyway? who is he right now, acting like some dazed virgin when he's had his mouth and ass claimed so many times before by shiro?
keith opens and shuts his mouth, trying to curb whatever ridiculous thing is happening in his head in tandem with the heavy throb of his balls. perhaps a little laughably, the only thing keith thinks to do is fucking nod. nod along like a good boy to the suggestion that he indeed can cum many, many times in one session, eyes going a pinch wider as he thinks back to that night anon -- shiro had fucked him while he was still more galra than human.
it's a dangerous box to re-open though because even in skipping through the memory of it, keith's dick gives another longing twitch as a low, hungry whine escapes his lips. is that what shiro wants to do to him now? make him cum so much and so often that he's rendered completely incoherent?
the shiver that rolls down his body spans keith in totality, from a subtle shake of his head as he tips it back on the pillow to show off his heavily marked throat down his curling toes. ]
Okay. I'll be good.
[ it's barely above whisper registers, but his voice is low and sultry. but there's one thing that has to be clarified, right? if shiro's going to try for what he did that night, then... ]
... but you mean spank not wring, don't you?
[ one day keith will understand his propensity to take things vey literally gets him in trouble. today is not that day. ]
[ … keith. spank every last drop from you. that doesn’t make any sort of sense. or it – could? the time that anonymous – keith – had been purple and tailed and filled with glands that only needed a whispering touch to come alive, shiro had given his ass a few smacks, both to watch that newly revealed ass jiggle and to ground himself in the moment. anonymous had seemed to enjoy it; not that anything taken from that night can be trusted as fact, seeing as he’d been pulverizing keith’s insides for most of it, even when said boy was stuck in a thirty-minute orgasm. shiro hasn’t gotten far enough into unpacking all their times together to start categorizing everything, but he would have put that in the category of things never to bring up. it is, in shiro’s mind, a little embarrassing, isn’t it? slapping ass while fucking isn’t all that uncommon, he supposes, but spank? keith specifically says spank.
keith wants shiro to spank him?
it shouldn’t be a heady thought. it shouldn’t have shiro going molten and wanting, body buzzing all the way to his fingertips that suddenly burn for connection. he could get himself to the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor and drape keith across his lap. he could start with soft slaps to ease him into it and then go harder; hard enough to leave his skin pink and stinging. he could take breaks, to ease his fingers between his cheeks and fuck him with one, two, three, to feel his cock swell and drip against his thigh. maybe he could get keith to cum from it.
he groans against his cheek, nipping the barest amount at the high cresting of it before lifting his head. suspended above keith, shiro resists the urge to get his hips down and rub his dick against keith’s. instead, he weathers the throb and maintains some semblance of control as he smirks down at keith. ]
You tell me.
[ he fixes a calm, assessing look on the other, though the continued smirk off-sets it. his cock gives another throb and – god, it feels heavy as it hangs, pre dripping from the tip to splatter at keith’s skin. ]
Do you think you deserve some spanking after denying me your cock?
[ hindsight is a powerful tool, but more often than not leaves a fuck ton to be desired. it's hard enough to think when shiro crowds in his space and nips at his cheek like that, bodies so close that keith swears he can feel the heat radiating from shiro's cock, so in a sense a minor slip up in calling something a slap and a spank might have been inevitable? in any case, the question leaves keith burning up to the tips of his ears, like those stray drops of pre from shiro's dick is concentrated plasma.
thing is... keith and discipline have had a long history together and most definitely not in a sexual context. it's on his sentence sheet, it's been on emblazoned on those kink shame shirts that the warden sent out months ago and it's... something keith's only ever tangentially dealt with through a deluge of mind-shattering orgasms. even then,.. it looks like shiro wouldn't classify what happened then as spanking, huh?
keith swallows hard, his throat bobbing slow as he tries to take a more even breath while all of shiro's gaze is solely on him and his swollen lips, stiff half-dimes and cock and -- fuck. he makes a low, wanting noise from the back of his throat as he looks down the line of shiro's sculpted body and takes a good long look at his boyfriend's thick cock. the pinch of apprehension melts, as his head fills with half-formed images of shiro slipping in deep in his hole, flanked by reddened cheeks that perfectly mirror the size of shape of shiro's hands.
but fuck, being disciplined has been bad for so long that it makes keith genuinely wonder if shiro could make it good. maybe that's not a concern at all because shiro makes everything he thought was awkward and terrible about sexual intimacy something wonderful... and certainly thes spanks -- slaps, assplay whatever, had only made him cum harder before. so.....
keith lifts his gaze back up to meet shiro's eyes, brow furrowed in earnest determination to at least see this through, knowing that it's something shiro wwants. ]
Mm. I failed to follow through on your order to cum down your throat. It was insubordinate, sir.
you are, you are, i appreciate you at 7:30 AM. i've doomed us all.
[ he rather enjoys that about keith. he’s a daredevil. not that agreeing to some spanking from his own boyfriend is anything worthy of being dubbed brave in the usual sense, but it does require a certain level of boldness to put oneself out there like that. keith indulges shiro a lot, and it means a great deal to shiro that he does. he says yes far more often than he says no and while that doesn’t always equal the good, sane option, it certainly livens up their friendship.
god, he’s even tacking on a sir; this boy is spoiling him. shiro huffs a soft, amused sound, expression delighted and faintly awed, like he can’t quite believe that they’ve found themselves here. he’s excited, though, to make all those delicious images in his head come true. he starts first by resisting the urge to swoop back down to kiss keith deep and filthy, and instead, pitches his weight more heavily to his galra arm, his other lifting to cup the side of keith’s face. ]
Good. You’ve acknowledged your mistake. [ the heaviness of his voice does nothing to overshadow how pleased he sounds, even if the words come out gruffer. pushing his hand up then, he pulls back keith’s bangs to unobscure the entirety of that pretty face. ] That’ll earn you one less spank.
[ and he pulls his hand away. he pulls away entirely, actually. lifting further to untrap keith below him, shiro moves to the side and shoves his hand underneath the other pillow to pull out a bottle of lube that he, thankfully, had the foresight to stash there earlier today. ]
Though, who knows, by the end of this, maybe that will be considered its own punishment, rather than a reward.
[ it’s already a bit of a punishment for shiro. his cock continues to throb and ache, all the way down to his sack. mercifully, he gives himself a squeeze as he shifts over to the edge of the bed, throwing his legs over to sit on his ass. the lube is dropped close to his hip, slightly behind him, and then he’s looking over at keith. he offers up a cocksure grin, lashes fanned a little lower. his hand is back on his cock, but now, it’s to press his palm to it and hold it there against his abdominals, opening up the entirety of his lap. ]
Come. Lay yourself over my lap.
[ thickened thighs await him, shiro, of course, going the extra step of flexing his quads, just to showcase the clear cuts of muscle. ]
[ shiro moves away and keith takes one slightly hitched breath before pushing himself up to sitting, watching with an nervous chew and roll of his lower lip as his boyfriend grabs a bottle of lube from underneath a pillow. inexperienced as keith is, he manages to keep the knee jerk question why do you need lube for spanking? in check. and thank fuck for that because lube only has so many uses in this context.
feeling sheepish and wildly virginal all over again, keith gets to his knees and ducks his head, trying to get his hair to obscure the heavy blush still on his face. wrapping his mind around the concept of rewards and punishment sets off a flurry of heart palpitations that he tries to beat down with a swallow and a gentle clearing of his throat as he crawls over towards shiro. somehow it's easier to just stare at his boyfriend's hungry cock and be lured in closer than it is to actually be thinking about anything at all.
taking one glance up at shiro's face for a beat of reassurance, keith takes a deep breath then places his palms, one after another onto gorgeously muscled thighs, then keeps pushing past until his hips roughly line up with the center of shiro's spread legs. squirmy from some combination of nervous arousal, he pauses to gasp when his cock head grazes the inside of shiro's thigh, and shivers as he lays down flat, face and knees on the bedding with ass propped and raised up on his boy's legs. tension wraps visibly around his shoulders and back as he he shifts to get comfortable. in the end, he mostly succeeds in working himself up by rubbing his wet cock on quads. breath hitching, keith grits his teeth then grabs two fistfuls of the sheet and forces himself to relax. ]
How's this, sir?
[ is that good? does his ass look particularly spankable? keith catches himself asking the question and suddenly has no answer to the question of who he is anymore. it's all... fuck. this ought to be more embarrassing, right? ass bare, asking his boyfriend for a spanking and yet... everything about it feels a little too surreal and too overheated for his dick to do more than continue to ooze pre. he takes a deep breath, twisting his face to lie on his cheek. it's hard to catch a proper glimpse of shiro's face from this angle, but he knows shiro can see him this way and.... yeah. he wants shiro to see. putting out another breath, keith adds to the elevation of his ass by lifting up slightly on his knees. ]
Or like this?
YOU BETTER NOT GET ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE. DON'T EVEN JINX IT
[ keith’s breathtaking and shiro has to remind himself to breathe. he’s awkward, too. that much is apparent by that slow, careful crawl and settle of keith’s body over his lap, but even that is a fascinating watch. he’s pretty despite every nervous, uncertain twitch of his body, all lean lines and eager wanting. he makes shiro want so many things; things that shiro doesn’t even consciously realize he wants, not until he’s stumbling right into the desire brought alive by being with this boy.
fuck, it’s embarrassing how hard shiro is for this already. his cock keeps pulsing for it. keeps spitting pre, each throb working more out to have it beading and oozing. keith’s not any better and shiro resists the moan sitting ready in his throat, feeling how wet and solid keith is in his lap. he’s marked by keith in the boy’s own unique way and shiro finds he wants to leave keith sticky as well.
he removes his hand from his cock and it swings forward, straightening up from the hold against his abdominals. it taps against keith, a sharp, unexpected zip of pleasure working straight down his cock and then through the whole of him from the simple connection of skin meeting overheated, sensitive skin. he does grunt then, only to coo in approval as keith works his ass up higher, presenting himself that much more.
fucking hell, this boy doesn’t realize just how lethal he is on shiro’s self-control.
it’s a struggle. a sweet, yet tortuous struggle, that mutes shiro’s words for a moment, mouth suddenly dry and tongue entirely useless. one cycle of recentering breath and then shiro pulls together his wits, voice so husky and so raw that it sounds odd to his own ears. ]
Now you decide to be a good, cooperative boy. Funny how that works.
[ neither of which is a definitive answer to keith’s ask for direction, but the heavy weight of shiro’s flesh hand pressing against keith’s ass is its own granted approval. keith’s got quite a bit of meat there, so shiro’s hand doesn’t exactly dwarf the swells and curves of those cheeks, but it does have his dick reddening with flushed, heated feeling to see the span of his hand laid across him. the bit of pre sticking to that hand is now sticking to keith and gosh, it’s not nearly enough, but it is a start to how thoroughly debauched he is going to make this ass. ]
Is it that you’re trying to gain my favor? [ a beat, in which he spends shifting his gaze from keith’s ass to the turn of his face. another beat and shiro gets his galra hand in keith’s hair, clenching those fingers to catch strands and give them a pull. ] So I’ll go easier on you?
[ shiro's cock is a weighty thing, thick and full to grind his own cock against, and damn near overwhelming when it slots into his mouth or ass. keith is reminded of all that when it smacks his side and smears warmth on his flushed skin. honestly, he doesn't mean to groan just thinking about it, but there are cool fingers in his hair, pulling and keith mewls in answer, cock head painting a new line of pre on shiro's thighs as keith rocks into that firm grip before rolling to press back flush to the warmer hand on his ass.
in the back of his mind, keith wonders if he could cum just like this, grinding his cock against the solid muscle of shiro's legs all the while rocking back and forth between each of shiro's strong hands, flesh to metal, metal to flesh. the possibility alone is a little mortifying, and keith stills, breathing hard and a little grateful for the distraction of conversation.
but fuck -- how is he meant to answer that? does he answer honestly? or play into a role of some unrepentant delinquent who needs to be broken down into submission? the question swims in his head before keith remembers no hiding. this is meant to be something real between him and shiro for the first time, but he wonders if his real, nervous self is appealing. he drags in a deep, centering breath, twisting a little to hold shiro's gaze as best he can from the corner of his eye. ]
I always want your favor, sir.
[ he huffs, amusement partly swallowed up by another hitched breath. ]
But I don't want you to go easy on me. That's not how we are. I- I can take it.
[ heh. it's what he wrote to anon the day he lost his virginity. i want to feel it. i can take it. somehow, he never quite imagined saying those words out loud, but seeing the molten look in shiro's eyes and feeling the heavy press of his cock on his body, the words simply fall out keith's brain. ]
All of it. So give it to me.
i am leaving you on read here bc you left me on read elsewhere
[ another sir and not a single pushback. heh, so keith really is intent on being a good boy. color shiro surprised; he thought for certain that he’d have a mouthier boy in his lap. not that he is complaining. far from it, really. every instance of keith being cooperative and pliant, fuels shiro’s desire, broadening his ideas of how far he can push this. he’ll tread carefully, of course, but the more keith pants against the sheet and the more he rubs his wet cock against his thighs, the more shiro realizes that he isn’t the only one getting off from this power play. keith’s into it; really into it. or at the very least, is beginning to hand himself completely over to the absolute filth of the situation.
good.
his smile curls wider, lips parting to show his teeth. there’s approval in his face, though whether or not keith can appreciate it from his angle of sight, is hard to say. so shiro gives his hair another short tug and rubs his palm back and forth, sideways, across keith’s ass, gradually pressing harder to work into the split of those cheeks.
he can take it, huh? of course he can. in a general sense, keith is built strong enough to withstand even the most detrimental of circumstances. but in less general senses? in more sexual situations? well, the things they did anonymously give shiro confidence that this boy can indeed take some harder slaps. and maybe keith actually does deserve some intense spanking. not for stemming his own orgasm before, but for coaxing shiro into taking his virginity. yeah, shiro’s been shuffling through memories and the pieces have begun to click. it’d been a matter of days in-between keith’s asking shiro and then keith saying he gave his virginity away to someone else; in that span, there’d been a renewed connection with anonymous and if keith has always been shiro’s anonymous…
holy shit. so he took keith’s virginity, only to agonize over not being keith’s first for weeks, months, to this day. there’s still something of concern here; to know that keith cared so little for his own safety and own comfort, to stick his virgin ass to a door and assure that he can take it is something shiro should be upset about. keith knows better than that. but considering shiro benefitted from that lapse in judgment, well… it’s easy to lose sight of disappointment at present. it only makes him feel warmer, harder, dizzier with desire. ]
Okay, baby. [ voice still rough and heavy. ] I’ll give you everything.
[ everything encompasses a lot more than his hand or this moment. soft sentimentals aren’t for here and now, however, so the thought is lost under the much headier intentions. he loosens his fingers in keith’s hair, though he doesn’t move his hand. he merely keeps it there, the weight adding to the hold down. as for his flesh hand, he slows his rubbing and pauses, only long enough to circle his index around the birthmark on his left cheek. with that, he draws his hand back. and back. and back…
he has a wide, gaping space, hand held open and ready. one, two beats and then he sucks in a breath, holding it through the snap of his arm as he brings his hand back to keith’s ass. the slap of connection rings loud. it startles even shiro, though he makes no indication of it. he could hit harder and maybe he will in time, but for this first spank, he’s testing the waters with just enough force that it’ll sting, but do no actual damage. ]
[ baby. it's not the first time shiro's called him that, but the pet name hits differently when he's sprawled ass up and on his knees over shiro's lap, waiting for a proper spank. does keith like it? frankly, he's not sure, but it's hard to hold onto a thought when shiro's hand drags across his ass and puts friction on the split of his cheeks. heat blooms hot across his face, pale skin going pink under the steady press of shiro's galra hand.
keith swallows hard, shoulders and thighs tensing as shiro prods at a particular spot on his ass. he opens his mouth, tempted then to sass a bit with: it's a freckle, it ain't coming off sir. but that hand abruptly pulls away, leaving behind only the shadow of heat before his ass suddenly feels cold.
everything is what shiro said. I'll give you everything and keith doesn't know how to take that right now. should he be expecting something light to ease him into this? something more brutalizing? anon -- shiro -- had ignored it when keith said he could take it -- hard, punishing and all-encompassing to forget all sense of time and space. no, instead, shiro had pushed his way inside gently, with endless patience for each slow inch gained as keith struggled to open up for him.
keith had wondered even back then why anon had refused him and instead took the time to properly ease him into taking his first cock. after all, it's not like keith had specified anything about his virginity. if anything, he'd done his best not to come across virginal because... well, what exactly did his virginity mean here? if it weren't for shiro, the first thing that would have fucked him deep that way would've been a sex robot continuously hitting him with dose after dose of aphrodisiac. there's no value ascribed to something like a first time here, and for all of keith's vague half-formed thoughts about losing it with someone he likes, it's not as though there's anything inherently special about the first time someone slots a dick in his ass. in much the same way that the first time he'd given a guy head in the library wasn't anything romantic or sweet or ... ]
Aah!
[ shiro's open palm cracks on his ass, and keith yelpss, more startled than pained. chest heaving, he gasps noisily through his mouth, head lifting and pushing up against shiro's galra-hand before he relaxes back down, cheek flat against the sheet. the stinging comes a split second after the slap, making both his cock and hole twitch as keith reflexively clenches his ass like that might accomplish something. his breathing goes ragged for several beats before the sting disperses and turns into warmth that pulses with his beating heart.
keith grips the sheets tight between his fingers, groaning something low and filthy as his breathing evens out and steadies. he looks towards shiro again, trying to catch his boyfriend's eye as he flashes him a slow,grin flushed with arousal. ]
I'm not a baby. Do it again.
[ so much for being a good boy who just takes orders, huh. ]
my first tag was wholesome and yours was filth, ic how this year is going to pan out
[ well, fuck. there goes shiro’s last hope that this wouldn’t become a thing for him. keith’s reaction is breathtaking. shiro doesn’t get off on pain, it’s not that at all, but he does enjoy a challenge. this is testing the boundaries of what is expected of him and him daring to defy them. this is him pushing keith to an edge and patiently waiting him out, to see what he does. it’s as keith said before: that’s not how they are. they don’t curb challenges and water them down into easier, safer options. they push each other. they goad each other. they excel together.
he’s just so fucking responsive. it’s not a new realization. even with barriers between them, shiro had been able to pick up on anonymous’ responsiveness, from the generous fluttering of his hole for the barest stimuli to the wild abandon of pushing his body closer, harder against the door to meet shiro’s mouth or take more of shiro’s dick.
nonetheless, even though expected, it’s not as though he pictured it just right in his head of how keith would take a slap. the boy’s body shifts with it, absorbing some, but still driving forward to push his hard cock against his thighs. shiro’s cock brushes against him, too, and dammit, it doesn’t nearly undo him, but his metaphoric grip on himself slips. cock warm and heavy, wet and pulsing… shiro tries not to give that desire any more control, but it’s difficult to keep his mind clear and unfogged when keith is pushing up into his metal hand, only to collapse back down, groaning low and throaty into those tightly clasped sheets.
hand still solid to keith’s ass, shiro keeps pressure to where his palm has landed, and then, slowly, gives the boy’s ass a brief rub. dragging his gaze away to look to his ass, shiro gently peels back his hand with a tilt of his wrist that keeps the pinky side of his hand still glued to those cheeks. he’s peeking; only wanting to get a glimpse of pale skin beginning to pink. it’s far too early – or perhaps he hasn’t hit hard enough – but he supposes he can be patient.
i’m not a baby. do it again.
… yes, he can definitely be patient. he makes the mistake of looking to keith’s face, again feeling his control slip at the unfiltered, raw show of arousal found there. he clicks his tongue to feign aloofness and then shifts his gaze away again, hand pressing flat to keith’s ass again. ]
I must’ve misheard. [ and then his hand is moving again, this time lifting completely. not to pull back for another spank; no, not yet. instead, his fingers tease in the split of his cheeks, brushing dry, too dry fingertips against his hole. ] That couldn’t have been you ordering me to do something.
[ he scrapes his fingernail at his rim, huffing a low, amused sound. ]
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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.
perhaps subconsciously, he'd been gearing up for a protracted pep talk about how shiro can't ever give up on his own happiness and settle for something less, but the conversation's gone sideways in some black belt level jujitsu move. frankly, it feels like a non-sequitur -- they'd been talking about shiro and the best things in life, and keith is slow to work out how the hell his name got dragged into that.
just as the gears start turning, however, shiro lifts up and away, then quickly scooches down between his legs, hands at his hips and thighs. keith blinks, but any hope of a clever comeback is utterly annihilated by the shock of a wet mouth on his cock. caught entirely by surprise, keith throws his head back and lets out a throaty moan that pitches high as shiro takes more and more of his cock into the wet heat of his mouth. hands gripping tight at the sheets, keith plants his feet on the mattress to try for a proper thrust. not that his intentions get much traction, thighs shake as shiro moves down and keith wails through the tight seal oressed around one ridge after another.
gaze easily turning half lidded and glazed over with want, it's all too apparent that keith's completelyforgotten what it is they were debating moments ago. he strains only to try and get a proper view of his cock disappearing into shiro's mouth and groans desperately as shiro's ,stretched lips inch closer to his pelvis. ]
Shiro, please!
[ voice threatening to crack, keith barely manages the plea between gasps for air. scrambled as his thoughts are, he frankly couldn't even explain what he's begging for. it's just -- it's been a month since he was intimate with anything aside from his fucking hand, and despite having been with anon for months on end, he's only ever gotten to imagine how good his partner might look with his cock stuffed down their throat. already teased, but now overheated, keith whines, hand shaking as he tries to grab at shiro's cropped hair. ]
Pleas, fucksir! You're hot like this, can't -- can't hold it!
[ an irrational panic takes hold as keith abandons trying to reach for shiro's hair and instead grabs himself around the base of his cock to squeeze tight with a strangled groan. after all, the longer he holds it in, the more being with shiro gets to be drawn out, right? ]
here i am to sin
keith gives up on shiro’s hair and shiro misses the scrabbling of those fingers immediately. he’s undeterred, though. he’s got a hefty mouthful with a fat cockhead broadening the opening of his throat and if he’s going to do with without choking through that first ridge, then he needs to concentrate. which is precisely why he does choke, because those hands give up on his hair to grab for his own cock instead. surprised, his throat spasms through an involuntary sound of confusion and then it’s working against keith’s cock, pushing it out of his throat as shiro coughs, pulls back and coughs some more.
he pulls off, spittle dripping and then splattering as he gives another, lesser cough. funnily enough, he’s unbothered by it. he’s managed to find something humorous in all of this, and the source becomes clear a moment later when he smiles and swallows hard, forcing his control over his own body. ]
Thought you said you couldn’t hold it.
[ pointedly, he sends a look at keith’s cock, where keith is clearly holding. get it? he laughs a brief, slightly strained sound. he’s rather comfortable where he is, laid out between keith’s legs, so he won’t be pushing himself up even though he has the suspicion that something is going on here that he’s having trouble pinpointing. instead, he presses a kiss to the knuckles of keith’s fingers and then lays his head on keith’s thigh, staring up the length of his body to his face. ]
What’re you doing, babe? [ soft, curious, exasperatedly fond, he wants to understand, though he can’t help another bit of teasing. ] If you’d rather come on my face that badly, you can.
or bless jizzus's birthday...??
by the time the strangled high passes over enough that keith tentatively eases off on the vice grip on his cock, he's breathing hard through the unbearable throb of his balls and cock head, eyes glazed over and somewhat unfocused as the faint yellow of his sclera fade to their usual white. shiro is talking to him, but the godawful joke he's cracked about holding goes way over keith's head. he follows shiro's glance down to his cock, groans at the newly acquired row of flushed crescent shaped indents and slowly opens up his hand.
more damning is the fact that the lewd question shiro tops off his teasing with makes keith shiver visibly, a line of goosebumps climbing up his thighs as his cock gives a traitorous twitch. ]
Shiro, no -- I can't. We just started, I don't want it to be over already.
[ a little more clarity and keith might've been able to see the holes in his own logic, but in the moment the routinized approach to each of them getting off once and then parting ways is a hard memory to override. swallowing hard, keith lifts his hand to stroke shiro's cheek fondly. ]
Just... just let me enjoy this a little bit longer. Please?
How can one comment box hold so much curse
over already…? keith thinks if he cums it’ll be over…?
shiro’s eyebrows draw in, forming a wrinkled knot, but keith is reaching for him and that’s all it takes for shiro to lift up, tilting his head into those fingers so keith doesn’t have to fight too far in his reach. now, he knows in some backwards way, keith is inexperienced with intimacy. but where in the world did he get the misconception that sex is a one-off game? they don’t talk about their sheet check-offs. shiro would think, maybe, that’s where; maybe keith only does enough to finish a requirement and then gets the hell out. but why would he associate the equivalent of a job or a punishment with shiro? because of anonymous?
… ah. this is because of anonymous, isn’t it?
it has to be, because shiro knows for certain that keith is capable of coming multiple times, even if that particular time has been heavily influenced. point is, shiro doubts this is a physical limitation. it’s simply a self-imposed limitation; one that shiro ought to correct quickly.
so, the knot relaxes and the exasperated fondness of his smile returns, the whole of him lifting as he gets himself up by the palms of his hands. ]
Who says it’ll be over? [ they have all night. they don’t have to be anywhere else. they don’t have to pretend to be anyone else, either. there is no fear of getting caught or cornered. so – ]
I know you have more than one orgasm in you. [ higher now, shiro crawls up keith’s body to hover over the stretch of him. he doesn’t bend down to kiss his mouth, but he does so to brush a sweet little thing to his cheek, the chasteness of it in stark contrast to: ]
I’m gonna wring every last drop from you… if you’d just let me. [ brat. and he does laugh at that; a brief, breathy thing against his cheek, lips still curled in a smile. ]
it is a mystery
The ru-.... [ before promptly falling into confused silence that's as subtle as the bafflement all but spelled out on keith's face. what rules is keith even talking about? the unstated one between him and anon about getting off and getting out? the one between him and shiro about not getting too close to others if it can be avoided? the prison rules that keith stubbornly spites by refusing to enjoy what is technically considered enjoyable? some unholy combination of all three things at the same time?
keith stares up helplessly lost as shiro hovers above him. just when the fuck did he even start caring about adhering to rules anyway? who is he right now, acting like some dazed virgin when he's had his mouth and ass claimed so many times before by shiro?
keith opens and shuts his mouth, trying to curb whatever ridiculous thing is happening in his head in tandem with the heavy throb of his balls. perhaps a little laughably, the only thing keith thinks to do is fucking nod. nod along like a good boy to the suggestion that he indeed can cum many, many times in one session, eyes going a pinch wider as he thinks back to that night anon -- shiro had fucked him while he was still more galra than human.
it's a dangerous box to re-open though because even in skipping through the memory of it, keith's dick gives another longing twitch as a low, hungry whine escapes his lips. is that what shiro wants to do to him now? make him cum so much and so often that he's rendered completely incoherent?
the shiver that rolls down his body spans keith in totality, from a subtle shake of his head as he tips it back on the pillow to show off his heavily marked throat down his curling toes. ]
Okay. I'll be good.
[ it's barely above whisper registers, but his voice is low and sultry. but there's one thing that has to be clarified, right? if shiro's going to try for what he did that night, then... ]
... but you mean spank not wring, don't you?
[ one day keith will understand his propensity to take things vey literally gets him in trouble. today is not that day. ]
p sure the answer to the mystery is you
keith wants shiro to spank him?
it shouldn’t be a heady thought. it shouldn’t have shiro going molten and wanting, body buzzing all the way to his fingertips that suddenly burn for connection. he could get himself to the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor and drape keith across his lap. he could start with soft slaps to ease him into it and then go harder; hard enough to leave his skin pink and stinging. he could take breaks, to ease his fingers between his cheeks and fuck him with one, two, three, to feel his cock swell and drip against his thigh. maybe he could get keith to cum from it.
he groans against his cheek, nipping the barest amount at the high cresting of it before lifting his head. suspended above keith, shiro resists the urge to get his hips down and rub his dick against keith’s. instead, he weathers the throb and maintains some semblance of control as he smirks down at keith. ]
You tell me.
[ he fixes a calm, assessing look on the other, though the continued smirk off-sets it. his cock gives another throb and – god, it feels heavy as it hangs, pre dripping from the tip to splatter at keith’s skin. ]
Do you think you deserve some spanking after denying me your cock?
but i am such a good bean....
thing is... keith and discipline have had a long history together and most definitely not in a sexual context. it's on his sentence sheet, it's been on emblazoned on those kink shame shirts that the warden sent out months ago and it's... something keith's only ever tangentially dealt with through a deluge of mind-shattering orgasms. even then,.. it looks like shiro wouldn't classify what happened then as spanking, huh?
keith swallows hard, his throat bobbing slow as he tries to take a more even breath while all of shiro's gaze is solely on him and his swollen lips, stiff half-dimes and cock and -- fuck. he makes a low, wanting noise from the back of his throat as he looks down the line of shiro's sculpted body and takes a good long look at his boyfriend's thick cock. the pinch of apprehension melts, as his head fills with half-formed images of shiro slipping in deep in his hole, flanked by reddened cheeks that perfectly mirror the size of shape of shiro's hands.
but fuck, being disciplined has been bad for so long that it makes keith genuinely wonder if shiro could make it good. maybe that's not a concern at all because shiro makes everything he thought was awkward and terrible about sexual intimacy something wonderful... and certainly thes spanks -- slaps, assplay whatever, had only made him cum harder before. so.....
keith lifts his gaze back up to meet shiro's eyes, brow furrowed in earnest determination to at least see this through, knowing that it's something shiro wwants. ]
Mm. I failed to follow through on your order to cum down your throat. It was insubordinate, sir.
you are, you are, i appreciate you at 7:30 AM. i've doomed us all.
god, he’s even tacking on a sir; this boy is spoiling him. shiro huffs a soft, amused sound, expression delighted and faintly awed, like he can’t quite believe that they’ve found themselves here. he’s excited, though, to make all those delicious images in his head come true. he starts first by resisting the urge to swoop back down to kiss keith deep and filthy, and instead, pitches his weight more heavily to his galra arm, his other lifting to cup the side of keith’s face. ]
Good. You’ve acknowledged your mistake. [ the heaviness of his voice does nothing to overshadow how pleased he sounds, even if the words come out gruffer. pushing his hand up then, he pulls back keith’s bangs to unobscure the entirety of that pretty face. ] That’ll earn you one less spank.
[ and he pulls his hand away. he pulls away entirely, actually. lifting further to untrap keith below him, shiro moves to the side and shoves his hand underneath the other pillow to pull out a bottle of lube that he, thankfully, had the foresight to stash there earlier today. ]
Though, who knows, by the end of this, maybe that will be considered its own punishment, rather than a reward.
[ it’s already a bit of a punishment for shiro. his cock continues to throb and ache, all the way down to his sack. mercifully, he gives himself a squeeze as he shifts over to the edge of the bed, throwing his legs over to sit on his ass. the lube is dropped close to his hip, slightly behind him, and then he’s looking over at keith. he offers up a cocksure grin, lashes fanned a little lower. his hand is back on his cock, but now, it’s to press his palm to it and hold it there against his abdominals, opening up the entirety of his lap. ]
Come. Lay yourself over my lap.
[ thickened thighs await him, shiro, of course, going the extra step of flexing his quads, just to showcase the clear cuts of muscle. ]
ah. so i should expect another blizzard then.
feeling sheepish and wildly virginal all over again, keith gets to his knees and ducks his head, trying to get his hair to obscure the heavy blush still on his face. wrapping his mind around the concept of rewards and punishment sets off a flurry of heart palpitations that he tries to beat down with a swallow and a gentle clearing of his throat as he crawls over towards shiro. somehow it's easier to just stare at his boyfriend's hungry cock and be lured in closer than it is to actually be thinking about anything at all.
taking one glance up at shiro's face for a beat of reassurance, keith takes a deep breath then places his palms, one after another onto gorgeously muscled thighs, then keeps pushing past until his hips roughly line up with the center of shiro's spread legs. squirmy from some combination of nervous arousal, he pauses to gasp when his cock head grazes the inside of shiro's thigh, and shivers as he lays down flat, face and knees on the bedding with ass propped and raised up on his boy's legs. tension wraps visibly around his shoulders and back as he he shifts to get comfortable. in the end, he mostly succeeds in working himself up by rubbing his wet cock on quads. breath hitching, keith grits his teeth then grabs two fistfuls of the sheet and forces himself to relax. ]
How's this, sir?
[ is that good? does his ass look particularly spankable? keith catches himself asking the question and suddenly has no answer to the question of who he is anymore. it's all... fuck. this ought to be more embarrassing, right? ass bare, asking his boyfriend for a spanking and yet... everything about it feels a little too surreal and too overheated for his dick to do more than continue to ooze pre. he takes a deep breath, twisting his face to lie on his cheek. it's hard to catch a proper glimpse of shiro's face from this angle, but he knows shiro can see him this way and.... yeah. he wants shiro to see. putting out another breath, keith adds to the elevation of his ass by lifting up slightly on his knees. ]
Or like this?
YOU BETTER NOT GET ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE. DON'T EVEN JINX IT
fuck, it’s embarrassing how hard shiro is for this already. his cock keeps pulsing for it. keeps spitting pre, each throb working more out to have it beading and oozing. keith’s not any better and shiro resists the moan sitting ready in his throat, feeling how wet and solid keith is in his lap. he’s marked by keith in the boy’s own unique way and shiro finds he wants to leave keith sticky as well.
he removes his hand from his cock and it swings forward, straightening up from the hold against his abdominals. it taps against keith, a sharp, unexpected zip of pleasure working straight down his cock and then through the whole of him from the simple connection of skin meeting overheated, sensitive skin. he does grunt then, only to coo in approval as keith works his ass up higher, presenting himself that much more.
fucking hell, this boy doesn’t realize just how lethal he is on shiro’s self-control.
it’s a struggle. a sweet, yet tortuous struggle, that mutes shiro’s words for a moment, mouth suddenly dry and tongue entirely useless. one cycle of recentering breath and then shiro pulls together his wits, voice so husky and so raw that it sounds odd to his own ears. ]
Now you decide to be a good, cooperative boy. Funny how that works.
[ neither of which is a definitive answer to keith’s ask for direction, but the heavy weight of shiro’s flesh hand pressing against keith’s ass is its own granted approval. keith’s got quite a bit of meat there, so shiro’s hand doesn’t exactly dwarf the swells and curves of those cheeks, but it does have his dick reddening with flushed, heated feeling to see the span of his hand laid across him. the bit of pre sticking to that hand is now sticking to keith and gosh, it’s not nearly enough, but it is a start to how thoroughly debauched he is going to make this ass. ]
Is it that you’re trying to gain my favor? [ a beat, in which he spends shifting his gaze from keith’s ass to the turn of his face. another beat and shiro gets his galra hand in keith’s hair, clenching those fingers to catch strands and give them a pull. ] So I’ll go easier on you?
sfhjkls ok
in the back of his mind, keith wonders if he could cum just like this, grinding his cock against the solid muscle of shiro's legs all the while rocking back and forth between each of shiro's strong hands, flesh to metal, metal to flesh. the possibility alone is a little mortifying, and keith stills, breathing hard and a little grateful for the distraction of conversation.
but fuck -- how is he meant to answer that? does he answer honestly? or play into a role of some unrepentant delinquent who needs to be broken down into submission? the question swims in his head before keith remembers no hiding. this is meant to be something real between him and shiro for the first time, but he wonders if his real, nervous self is appealing. he drags in a deep, centering breath, twisting a little to hold shiro's gaze as best he can from the corner of his eye. ]
I always want your favor, sir.
[ he huffs, amusement partly swallowed up by another hitched breath. ]
But I don't want you to go easy on me. That's not how we are. I- I can take it.
[ heh. it's what he wrote to anon the day he lost his virginity. i want to feel it. i can take it. somehow, he never quite imagined saying those words out loud, but seeing the molten look in shiro's eyes and feeling the heavy press of his cock on his body, the words simply fall out keith's brain. ]
All of it. So give it to me.
i am leaving you on read here bc you left me on read elsewhere
good.
his smile curls wider, lips parting to show his teeth. there’s approval in his face, though whether or not keith can appreciate it from his angle of sight, is hard to say. so shiro gives his hair another short tug and rubs his palm back and forth, sideways, across keith’s ass, gradually pressing harder to work into the split of those cheeks.
he can take it, huh? of course he can. in a general sense, keith is built strong enough to withstand even the most detrimental of circumstances. but in less general senses? in more sexual situations? well, the things they did anonymously give shiro confidence that this boy can indeed take some harder slaps. and maybe keith actually does deserve some intense spanking. not for stemming his own orgasm before, but for coaxing shiro into taking his virginity. yeah, shiro’s been shuffling through memories and the pieces have begun to click. it’d been a matter of days in-between keith’s asking shiro and then keith saying he gave his virginity away to someone else; in that span, there’d been a renewed connection with anonymous and if keith has always been shiro’s anonymous…
holy shit. so he took keith’s virginity, only to agonize over not being keith’s first for weeks, months, to this day. there’s still something of concern here; to know that keith cared so little for his own safety and own comfort, to stick his virgin ass to a door and assure that he can take it is something shiro should be upset about. keith knows better than that. but considering shiro benefitted from that lapse in judgment, well… it’s easy to lose sight of disappointment at present. it only makes him feel warmer, harder, dizzier with desire. ]
Okay, baby. [ voice still rough and heavy. ] I’ll give you everything.
[ everything encompasses a lot more than his hand or this moment. soft sentimentals aren’t for here and now, however, so the thought is lost under the much headier intentions. he loosens his fingers in keith’s hair, though he doesn’t move his hand. he merely keeps it there, the weight adding to the hold down. as for his flesh hand, he slows his rubbing and pauses, only long enough to circle his index around the birthmark on his left cheek. with that, he draws his hand back. and back. and back…
he has a wide, gaping space, hand held open and ready. one, two beats and then he sucks in a breath, holding it through the snap of his arm as he brings his hand back to keith’s ass. the slap of connection rings loud. it startles even shiro, though he makes no indication of it. he could hit harder and maybe he will in time, but for this first spank, he’s testing the waters with just enough force that it’ll sting, but do no actual damage. ]
BY ACCIDENT!! also happy first tag of 2023
keith swallows hard, shoulders and thighs tensing as shiro prods at a particular spot on his ass. he opens his mouth, tempted then to sass a bit with: it's a freckle, it ain't coming off sir. but that hand abruptly pulls away, leaving behind only the shadow of heat before his ass suddenly feels cold.
everything is what shiro said. I'll give you everything and keith doesn't know how to take that right now. should he be expecting something light to ease him into this? something more brutalizing? anon -- shiro -- had ignored it when keith said he could take it -- hard, punishing and all-encompassing to forget all sense of time and space. no, instead, shiro had pushed his way inside gently, with endless patience for each slow inch gained as keith struggled to open up for him.
keith had wondered even back then why anon had refused him and instead took the time to properly ease him into taking his first cock. after all, it's not like keith had specified anything about his virginity. if anything, he'd done his best not to come across virginal because... well, what exactly did his virginity mean here? if it weren't for shiro, the first thing that would have fucked him deep that way would've been a sex robot continuously hitting him with dose after dose of aphrodisiac. there's no value ascribed to something like a first time here, and for all of keith's vague half-formed thoughts about losing it with someone he likes, it's not as though there's anything inherently special about the first time someone slots a dick in his ass. in much the same way that the first time he'd given a guy head in the library wasn't anything romantic or sweet or ... ]
Aah!
[ shiro's open palm cracks on his ass, and keith yelpss, more startled than pained. chest heaving, he gasps noisily through his mouth, head lifting and pushing up against shiro's galra-hand before he relaxes back down, cheek flat against the sheet. the stinging comes a split second after the slap, making both his cock and hole twitch as keith reflexively clenches his ass like that might accomplish something. his breathing goes ragged for several beats before the sting disperses and turns into warmth that pulses with his beating heart.
keith grips the sheets tight between his fingers, groaning something low and filthy as his breathing evens out and steadies. he looks towards shiro again, trying to catch his boyfriend's eye as he flashes him a slow,grin flushed with arousal. ]
I'm not a baby. Do it again.
[ so much for being a good boy who just takes orders, huh. ]
my first tag was wholesome and yours was filth, ic how this year is going to pan out
he’s just so fucking responsive. it’s not a new realization. even with barriers between them, shiro had been able to pick up on anonymous’ responsiveness, from the generous fluttering of his hole for the barest stimuli to the wild abandon of pushing his body closer, harder against the door to meet shiro’s mouth or take more of shiro’s dick.
nonetheless, even though expected, it’s not as though he pictured it just right in his head of how keith would take a slap. the boy’s body shifts with it, absorbing some, but still driving forward to push his hard cock against his thighs. shiro’s cock brushes against him, too, and dammit, it doesn’t nearly undo him, but his metaphoric grip on himself slips. cock warm and heavy, wet and pulsing… shiro tries not to give that desire any more control, but it’s difficult to keep his mind clear and unfogged when keith is pushing up into his metal hand, only to collapse back down, groaning low and throaty into those tightly clasped sheets.
hand still solid to keith’s ass, shiro keeps pressure to where his palm has landed, and then, slowly, gives the boy’s ass a brief rub. dragging his gaze away to look to his ass, shiro gently peels back his hand with a tilt of his wrist that keeps the pinky side of his hand still glued to those cheeks. he’s peeking; only wanting to get a glimpse of pale skin beginning to pink. it’s far too early – or perhaps he hasn’t hit hard enough – but he supposes he can be patient.
i’m not a baby. do it again.
… yes, he can definitely be patient. he makes the mistake of looking to keith’s face, again feeling his control slip at the unfiltered, raw show of arousal found there. he clicks his tongue to feign aloofness and then shifts his gaze away again, hand pressing flat to keith’s ass again. ]
I must’ve misheard. [ and then his hand is moving again, this time lifting completely. not to pull back for another spank; no, not yet. instead, his fingers tease in the split of his cheeks, brushing dry, too dry fingertips against his hole. ] That couldn’t have been you ordering me to do something.
[ he scrapes his fingernail at his rim, huffing a low, amused sound. ]
Correct?
YOU TOLD ME TO???
i am being slandered per usual
I SAID SO MANY NICE THINGS ON THAT LOVE MEE.
OKAY TRUE and it touched my lil heart ; ~ ; ty for being so kind
/wears my good bean badge
this once, you deserve it
I ALWAYS deserve this badge
what about when you're talking about people being trampled at walmart
LISTEN i take no joy in that??? i was merely making cultural observations.
UH HUH. walmart is our place of worship apparently
LISTEN. I AM ONLY POINTING OUT POINTS ONF DIFFERENCE.
i want you to know, that every time i go to walmart now, i think of this "cultural difference"
sfdhjskl does that count as enhancement...
... i suppose i must now add walmart to the list
lol the list of enhanced words is incredible
just everything about the main list is perfection
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i said AM porn, so here it is: AM porn
i can't believe you are now back in AM porn land
i hate this tag, i want you to know
i cringed the whole time typing a response
i just... will keith ever find out that he has a beet booty
shiro could tell him!!! or i guess make out with him immediately after...
perhaps shiro should take a picture of his booty hole and simply show him
gosh he could LOL
perhaps he can print it out and take it w him to canada
i can't believe this is their future. looking at filthy pictures and talking about the good old days
fjkghgw it'll keep them warm???
but my tundra research says otherwise??
fjkjhg ah yes. your pokemoning in the low 30s weather. i wonder if s + k can pokemon in the tundra
Important. Research.!!!!
IT REALLY IS. i value your commitment to the research of our many sheith verses
yes, i deserve to be appreciated
so modest
shhh you, too, are deserving of appreciation.
/insert cat hugging gif
BEAVER DAM IM YELLING
Keith has been Henry'd
....i will never look at that name the same way thanks
henry doesn't deserve this. he is such an innocent, fussy bean.
YOU DID THIS
ive been yelling at a constant pitch for 8 hrs. i cannot believe you brought approval kink into this
KEITH BROUGHT IT IN !! I AM ALSO YELLING.
i'll just be over here closing my eyes for eternity
can i join you?
... no. you're the one causing this eternity eye closing
YOU brought up the terminology!!
i continue to feel judged for providing such wonderful tags
we both know this judgment is highly warranted???
i admit to nothing
://///
c:
i am not fooled by this smile
:c
.... /pokes ur sad cheeks
... i hate that this tactic works in making the sad face less sad
dont be tsun
i do what i want!
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i'm kind of upset that i didn't get this up on easter because... well. y'know.
LOL i suppose you were merciful to zombie jesus
couldn't sin too much
uh huh uh huh
at this rate, we'll be doing this thread longer than titanic
ok that would make me laugh
we're already more than halfway there!
listen maybe tey'll go to bed now??
i think they will. shiro needs to recharge his prince
yes plug that prince in for recharging
the bunny 1 is in the way tho :c
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