[ 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. ]
[ what keit is quickly learning here is that shiro's hands are incredible. one moment they're stinging and unyielding, the next the glide is soothing and tender. the whiplash makes his heart jump in his chest as he breathes out heavily, trying to relax the tension of his gluteal muscles. the attempt only lasts as long as shiro starts slipping fingers between cheeks and prods at his hole.
instinctively, the tension comes shooting back with a sharp intake of breath. keith knows better, but it's been a while since he's been touched there, let alone had his hole played with without lube, so when his rim is gently pulled open, his hole winks and flutters desperately to stay tightly puckered, dick twitching yet again on shiro's thigh.
keith's face likewise scrunches in a tiny grimace, though after a beat his expression clears with a huff of amusement. what exactly is there to be worried about here, anyway? it's not like shiro would really slip fingers inside without lube, right? then again, maybe perhaps keith shouludn't be so sure, considering the array of secret kinks his best friend has. a more rational version of keith would have really considered that more before opening his mouth. in fact, a rational keith might have held back on sass entirely. instead.... his grin turns a little coy. ]
[ shiro has a conundrum. he’s losing ground in this game of theirs. sex is a partnership, so he should be delighted by keith’s lip – and he is, truly – but he’s stuck on the powerplay and the headiness of his chosen role. conceding so quickly to keith’s demands would be enjoyable for both of them, it’s true; however, drawing it out with a denial, to make keith pout and squirm against his thighs would also be immensely satisfying to witness. so which does he want more for keith and for himself?
he grins, helpless to the reflex to, and shakes his head in a slow, fondly exasperated way. throughout, his fingers continue to brush, the hook of his index pressing a little more, to test and edge keith closer to the point of too much. ]
I did and I think you’re far too mouthy for someone draped across my lap.
[ shiro isn’t ignorant to keith’s tightness. his pink, winking hole wants to keep clenching closed and keep his prodding fingers out. perhaps it’s keith’s own retaliation. perhaps they will keep escalating this, denying and teasing each other to frustration until the damn of desire breaks and subsequently, one of them with it. shiro intends for keith to be the one pleading, so, he starts with pulling his hand free to grab the lube bottle. ]
I decide when you get your next spank. Right now, you’ll just have to settle for this.
[ a squirt nozzle at the end makes it easy to tip the bottle over and drizzle lube directly. he squirts at the top of his crack, letting the slickness slide down and find its own way to his hole. shiro slicks up his own fingers of his flesh hand and then drops the bottle, nozzle closed. and then he’s touching his slick fingers to that slick hole, the utter excess of wetness briefly reminding him of keith’s purple, self-lubricating ass. he groans, part grateful that keith isn’t privy to where his thoughts have gone. ]
Remember to relax.
[ and let him in, because his fingers are playing once more, the pad of his index pressed flush to the center of that opening. a slight curl and then he’s testing with a push. ]
[ shitshitshit. the dry fingers keep adding incremental pressure against the clench of his hole, making keith gasp at the stretch. confidence waning in his assetion that shiro wouldn't finger fuck him dry, he opens his mouth with surrender all but on the tip of his tongue.
for better or for worse, the hand pulls away abruptly, and keith is left with the uncertainty of what he's settling for exactly. cold lube splashes on his ass, making him clench and flutter again as the slick rolls down between his cheeks, on his hole and down the back of his balls. keith shivers, again briefly bucking up into the metal hand keeping his head down before settling back down. toes curling and uncurling, he closes his eyes and lets out a deep, even breath.
he knows what's coming before it's announced, but no specifics. is it one finger? two? three? breathing consciously deliberate, keith holds shiro's gaze through the corner of his eye and groans when a finger pushes squarely on his hole, then breaches. ]
Nngh...
[ moan partly stifled, keith's cock twitches in time with the clench and unclench of his hole as keith breathes through the reflex to push the digit back out. ]
Fuck. [ eyes closing, his voice is heady, the words barely maintained above whine register. ] How do you do this to me? You barely put anything inside and I feel hot already.
[ he huffs, groans then relaxing further into a show of obedience, he murmurs while releasing the sheet with one hand to brush his fingers against the cool metal of shiro's wrist. ]
Tell me what to do.... how to be perfect for you.
OKAY TRUE and it touched my lil heart ; ~ ; ty for being so kind
[ that’s right. he’s barely put anything inside. he’s tempted to slide his middle finger to his index and jump right to two, deep-diving fingers. the game here is about punishment, right? pushing the limits, teasing the boundaries, pretending that giving keith pleasure is some sort of lesson to be learned… – two would be a lot at first, but keith’s taken far larger things than fingers. he’s even taken these fingers multiple times. but even as he thinks this, he keeps himself at bay, because this isn’t riding the coattails of an anonymous hookup. it’s been close to a month since he last stretched keith open and while he doubts keith has been celibate in terms of his own touch, shiro doesn’t actually know what it is keith’s been doing to and for himself these past weeks.
does he finger fuck himself in the shower? does he have himself a toy to sit on when he’s alone in his cube? maybe, maybe not. all shiro knows is that keith’s body tensed up the moment he brushed his hole. patience. whatever ridiculousness they get up to in this verbal sparring of theirs does not, by any means, take precedence over keith’s comfort. so he sinks in slow, drawing enjoyment from the clench of keith’s body and the breathlessness of his voice. shiro said it before, that he could pleasure keith for hours, and that thought still rings true. his own dick might protest to it – it currently is, with it flushing dark and weeping pre at the tip as it throbs there against keith’s side – but shiro would thoroughly enjoy sitting just like this, mapping out keith’s insides with slow moving fingers. inevitably, he’d work up to his mouth and to his dick, to thoroughly claim this ass. for the time being, though, he has to admit that the vantage point is unbelievably good.
he watches his finger disappear and watches his hand butt, only drawing his gaze away from those beautifully split asscheeks when keith touches at metal. the laugh that comes next is soft, an air of chiding to it that is only meant in fondness. ]
Oh, Sweetheart, you’re already exactly as I like.
[ he may play pretend at taking issue at keith’s mouthiness, but he’s thoroughly enjoying himself. easy to when keith is gorgeous and open, so incapable of muting the wants of his body as he involuntarily chases after shiro’s touch or pants for more. he’s lovely to watch and to listen to, and shiro feels absolutely spoiled having keith docile and willing, here in his lap. ]
I couldn’t dream of anyone better.
[ he wriggles his finger around inside, teasing the smoothness of muscle, only to draw out until the tip, to his nailbed, is kept inside. he circles it around, widening the twirl to press against the rim and force the stretch wider. ]
See – feel that? You open so beautifully for me. [ he sinks back in shortly thereafter, testing the give of keith’s body through a few, following thrusts. throughout, he brushes hair back from keith’s face, trailing metal fingers down his neck to rest, now, over the hard knob at the top of his spine. ] It’s so easy being with you.
[ the name comes easily, little care given for how ragged and breathy his voice has become in a matter of seconds. he's not a stranger to having his hips grabbed to forcibly meet a hard thrust of shiro's cock and hips, but keith's brain keeps short circuiting anyway. taking a single, well lubed finger isn't difficult comparatively, but doing so while looking at shiro's face and bathing in his praise and approval takes keith too a whole different plane of existence, new resonant planes and dimensions opening up before his eyes as that finger tugs a demanding circle at his rim.
how embarrassing would it even be if keith came to the pressure of a finger nudging gently back and forth over his gland while his boyfriend keeps him pressed down at the neck, whispering dirty sweet nothings? keith mewls, shivering as he grips the sheet with both hands once more to edge his hips back and forth to fuck himself on shiro's index. ]
Easy for you, maybe.... [ he puffs out a laugh, only to suck in a sharp breath when shiro hits depth and sends a jolt straight to his cock. ] I want you so much and you keep teasing me, sir. What if I really wanna feel you?
[ … oh. look at him move. shiro pauses in the motion of his hand and merely holds position, letting keith’s body make up the difference as it rocks back and forth over his one finger. fuck, why is it only one? keith’s babbling things again and shiro’s listening, of course he’s drinking up every one of those breathy words, but he is absentminded in his attention, eyes fixated on the point of contact. there’s a question being posed to him, to which shiro draws his voice out on a hum and then, on the forward roll of keith’s hips, he slips his middle finger along his index, pushing it past keith’s rim and getting it in position to be engulfed on the next backward push.
keith’s body takes it well. pleased, shiro rubs the metal of his hand in the space between his shoulderblades and then back up, higher this time, to rest over his neck. he laughs. ]
If. [ he weaves fingers through his hair, still there at his neck, and gives a tug by fisting into his palm. ] Heh. No sense in being coy, Keith. It’s obvious you want to be filled. You’re fucking yourself already.
[ it isn’t good enough though, huh? which does he want more though? more fingers? his tongue? his cock? just thinking about rearranging this boy on his lap and bending him forward so he can slide him down, over his cock has him throbbing harder, to the kind of pleasant pain that makes him want to squirm. stubbornly, he stays still, refusing to concede even an inch. he does, however, coo and sigh, leaning low to hover his mouth close to keith’s ear. ]
Do you have any idea how hot you are right now? [ he groans, fanning hot breath over his ear. ] Damn, Keith – you’re amazing.
[ and then he sits up, eyes once more on the gorgeous display laid out over his lap. he’s still got two fingers pressed inside keith, the motion of his hand meeting every rock of keith’s body… up until this last one. there’s a shift in his voice, the breathy wonderment gone; replaced by a lower, more sultry pitch, voice playfully chastising. ]
But you’re impatient, too. [ he pulls his fingers free. he keeps going though; the whole of his hand pulling back, further and further and… ] Taking things I haven’t given you yet.
[ he brings his hand back in a sharp line. his palm collides with keith’s ass for a loud slap, only pausing for a beat before he pulls his hand away again, lining up but not bringing it down just yet. ]
What have I told you about patience? [ then, he brings it back down, spanking him again. ]
[ if indeed. there's little point to playing up any plausible deniability with his desires that way when it's abundantly clear what it is keith wants. shiro's hand isn't even moving anymore, leaving keith to rut pitifully back and forth onto what little shiro is willing to give, and still the constant friction of his cock on thighs keeps him teetering on the edge of simply abandoning this show of good behavior. all it'd take is a solid dig of nails into the mattress for leverage to go ahead and give his boyfriend's thighs a proper fucking.
but on the next roll back of his hips, the stretch at his rim doubles with the unexpected addition of a second finger and keith moans helplessly as his own momentum forces him to open for it. ]
Fuuuuck…!
[ keith drags out the mewl, partly muffling it into the sheets as shiro rubs between his shoulder blades and then shifts pressure back on to his neck. bad move, evidently, or is it a good one? with keith's head swimming the way it is, he can't say he wholly remembers if he's meant to be bad or good or what precisely earns him punishments and what earns him a reward. all he knows is that there are fingers combing thorugh and yanking at his hair and keith abandons his mouthful of sheet to whine and lift his head to hold whatever position his boyfriend demands.
shiro's hand is moving again, meeting his ass for deeper thrusts and keith's breath becomes nothing but a collection of gasping and pitched noises whenever fingers bully his prostate. but the most damning part of it is having shiro bend low to murmur praise right by his ear. keith keeps his eyes open to look, but the his focus is lost to a vortex of urgency and burning as the rolling jolts zipping from his ass to his cock whittle away what's left of keith's minimal composure. ]
Oh fuck, sir, sir! I'm gonna -- please!
[ the pleading turns to an outright sob of frustration as shiro pulls out, leaving his slicked hole to gape and flutter around the negative imprint of warm fingers. ]
Shiro, please I wanna cum, I need – ahhh!
[ the spank comes down and keith buckles with a loud drawn out groan. the crack reverberates in his ears, then the stinging bursts across his backside. compared to the things keith's endured over the last year or so, this low grade throb is nothing. but it doesn't matter how many times keith tells himself that because he's never endured anything like this while his dick was throbbing, one fucking touch away from unloading two ruined orgasms worth of cum. keith shivers, trying to steady his breath, but there's a second spank that lands exactly where the first one did, and keith isn't able to hold back a long pitiful wail as his body trembles uncontrollably.
it's not just that his ass feels red-hot and tingly under shiro's hand, it's that his entire pelvvis is fucking throbbing, pulsing hard with his heart that's now beating so loudly in his ears that keith swears it's physically in the cube, on their bed, beating and ready to detonate. words fail him completely, reduced to nothing but stuttered stop-starts as his mouth tries to form sounds around growing fangs. unfocused eyes take on a yellow sheen as keith tries to come back into himself through the constant thrum of desperately needing, wanting and not getting any kind of release. ]
Puh…puh… patience yields fucking focus, I know! I know. I just – lemme cum once! Please, sir, I can't – I can't do this! I need to, I need you, please!
Edited (im going to eat this html) 2023-01-09 07:21 (UTC)
what about when you're talking about people being trampled at walmart
[ unbelievable. he thought keith was breathtaking before, but now… goodness, now look at him. palm laid flat to keith’s ass, shiro rubs soft and slow at the abused skin, all the while watching keith tremble in the aftermath. there’s so much to look at and shiro is near frantic in his greed to see all of it: the tight curl of those hands, the shudder of his frame, the clench of his hole when he moves his hand just right to get a glimpse. he’s fucking gorgeous. his face, of course, is beyond comparison and soon enough, shiro’s gaze lands on that half-turned face. it isn’t enough. not only because he's gifted with only half, but also due to the amount of hair that continually clumps and obscures by easing back into position.
momentarily abandoning his placement at keith’s neck, shiro pushes the hair out of keith’s face once more to open up those eyes. those eyes that are not as they have always been, and not just in the sense that they’re glossy and unfocused. the sclera is yellowed. the irises seem smaller? narrower? he blinks and drops his gaze to that panting mouth, seeing pointed tips behind slack lips. it’s a watered down version of what shiro saw almost two months ago but it doesn’t take long for him to find a conclusion and jump right to it. ]
Holy shit.
[ you’re turning galra, though he never finds the voice to actually say it. it’s an alarming thought. a concerning thought, too. they should stop and evaluate what it going on here, because how is that even possible? did keith enroll in another clinical trial? honestly, he doesn’t actually get that far in his thought process. he stalls at turning galra and then swings heavily to his memory bank to dig up one in which he had anonymous on his hands and knees, stroking at his insides as his tail swished and his violet skin flushed a dark purple. ]
Keith. Fuck.
[ it’s so breathy. so weak on his tongue, because he’s simply gone with the pile of questions forming in his head. is he going to sprout a tail next? turn purple? is he going to pop a constellation of prostates and mewl for another half-hour orgasm? ]
Yeah. [ still too weak. he forces strength into his voice. ] Yeah, fuck, you need me so bad. [ desire makes him sloppy; he’s heavy handed in the way he pulls more hair out of his face, making sure it doesn’t fall back into place. desire makes him mouthy, too. ]
Love you begging for it. Love you straining for it. Love you… [ he cuts off for a throaty groan, having moved his hand between keith’s ass cheeks, and there, at the first brush of his still slick, sticky fingers, his focus shifts. ]
You’ve earned this. [ he shoves two fingers in to his bottom knuckles and immediately scissors them apart, brushing deep and brushing hard, trying to map him out a constellation to follow. ] So take it, baby. Fuck my thighs and cum all over me. Do it, do it now.
LISTEN i take no joy in that??? i was merely making cultural observations.
[ wound up so far beyond endurance, keith's head is nothing but electric currents and static. he can't hold onto a single thought, let alone parse out what it is that shiro wants from him at this point. completely at the whims of his boyfriend, keith keeps trembling, overwrought with beautiful tension as he blinks back moisture from his eyes. what's coming next? another lecture on patience? a spank for his failure to listen? another round of building up to a precipice? actual release?
fuck he doesn't know. the uncertainty lights some primal part of his lizard brain on fire, screaming deliriously at a breaking point as shiro tugs sharply at his bangs to clear the hair from his face. keith groans so loudly, no longer fucking caring about shows of restraint or self preservation, blearily staring back at shiro, open mouthed and panting heavily, his one visible eye now a slit iris with a dilated pupil.
frankly, keith isn't even seeing straight. he's coming apart at the seams and fuck, keith has never allowed anyone to see him like this. the entire universe collapses down to just shiro's face, his voice, his touch, the incredible heat coming off his body – everything comes down to the bond he has with this best friend and...
...he's been here before. in another life, there'd been a moment where keith had held on tight to an unconscious shiro's wrist, free falling towards an abyss and nothing else in the universe had mattered.
love you begging for it. love you straining for it. love you...
the noise that escapes keith's lips is one he has no control over. something visceral and animalistic in its yearning, unchained and unrepressed for the first time in months comes tumbling straight out of his throat, his fucking soul, keening and pitched on the verge of shattering into sobs.
love you...
of all things shiro could have said to him, it really had to be that, here and now, when keith doesn't have his guards up or the mental energy to carefully reconstruct the barriers around his feelings, huh? no. instead, shiro holds him down to bask in the taste of something keith had written off as an impossible, futile and stupid thing to chase after.
but of course shiro doesn't stop to let a reeling keith recover. slick, spread fingers push right back into his hole and keith screams as shiro bullies his way up a line of sensitive, drooling glands. hole fluttering uncontrollably, the scream peters off into hitched breaths as keith whines, voice cracking and pitched high. ]
Shiro! Fuck, please – please,, wanna hear it again!
[ desperate and tailspinning, keith arches his back, deepening the curve of his spine. hands clench tight around fresh handfuls of mangled bedsheets, thighs shakily inching further apart as keith sucks in a deep breath and slams his hips down, cock rolling hard over shiro's quads. it's completely mindless, keith seemingly having no awareness whatsoever for the way slick drips profusely from his hole, or for the subtle purpling of his skin where he's flushed hot. his pacing is frenetic, dazed, nothing more than a series of quick hard jerks of his hips to get enough friction on his cock to tip his head back and wail shiro's name as his body thrums, mind ascending as his balls pulse and empties shot after shot of cum. ]
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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???
instinctively, the tension comes shooting back with a sharp intake of breath. keith knows better, but it's been a while since he's been touched there, let alone had his hole played with without lube, so when his rim is gently pulled open, his hole winks and flutters desperately to stay tightly puckered, dick twitching yet again on shiro's thigh.
keith's face likewise scrunches in a tiny grimace, though after a beat his expression clears with a huff of amusement. what exactly is there to be worried about here, anyway? it's not like shiro would really slip fingers inside without lube, right? then again, maybe perhaps keith shouludn't be so sure, considering the array of secret kinks his best friend has. a more rational version of keith would have really considered that more before opening his mouth. in fact, a rational keith might have held back on sass entirely. instead.... his grin turns a little coy. ]
You heard exactly what I said, sir.
i am being slandered per usual
he grins, helpless to the reflex to, and shakes his head in a slow, fondly exasperated way. throughout, his fingers continue to brush, the hook of his index pressing a little more, to test and edge keith closer to the point of too much. ]
I did and I think you’re far too mouthy for someone draped across my lap.
[ shiro isn’t ignorant to keith’s tightness. his pink, winking hole wants to keep clenching closed and keep his prodding fingers out. perhaps it’s keith’s own retaliation. perhaps they will keep escalating this, denying and teasing each other to frustration until the damn of desire breaks and subsequently, one of them with it. shiro intends for keith to be the one pleading, so, he starts with pulling his hand free to grab the lube bottle. ]
I decide when you get your next spank. Right now, you’ll just have to settle for this.
[ a squirt nozzle at the end makes it easy to tip the bottle over and drizzle lube directly. he squirts at the top of his crack, letting the slickness slide down and find its own way to his hole. shiro slicks up his own fingers of his flesh hand and then drops the bottle, nozzle closed. and then he’s touching his slick fingers to that slick hole, the utter excess of wetness briefly reminding him of keith’s purple, self-lubricating ass. he groans, part grateful that keith isn’t privy to where his thoughts have gone. ]
Remember to relax.
[ and let him in, because his fingers are playing once more, the pad of his index pressed flush to the center of that opening. a slight curl and then he’s testing with a push. ]
I SAID SO MANY NICE THINGS ON THAT LOVE MEE.
for better or for worse, the hand pulls away abruptly, and keith is left with the uncertainty of what he's settling for exactly. cold lube splashes on his ass, making him clench and flutter again as the slick rolls down between his cheeks, on his hole and down the back of his balls. keith shivers, again briefly bucking up into the metal hand keeping his head down before settling back down. toes curling and uncurling, he closes his eyes and lets out a deep, even breath.
he knows what's coming before it's announced, but no specifics. is it one finger? two? three? breathing consciously deliberate, keith holds shiro's gaze through the corner of his eye and groans when a finger pushes squarely on his hole, then breaches. ]
Nngh...
[ moan partly stifled, keith's cock twitches in time with the clench and unclench of his hole as keith breathes through the reflex to push the digit back out. ]
Fuck. [ eyes closing, his voice is heady, the words barely maintained above whine register. ] How do you do this to me? You barely put anything inside and I feel hot already.
[ he huffs, groans then relaxing further into a show of obedience, he murmurs while releasing the sheet with one hand to brush his fingers against the cool metal of shiro's wrist. ]
Tell me what to do.... how to be perfect for you.
OKAY TRUE and it touched my lil heart ; ~ ; ty for being so kind
does he finger fuck himself in the shower? does he have himself a toy to sit on when he’s alone in his cube? maybe, maybe not. all shiro knows is that keith’s body tensed up the moment he brushed his hole. patience. whatever ridiculousness they get up to in this verbal sparring of theirs does not, by any means, take precedence over keith’s comfort. so he sinks in slow, drawing enjoyment from the clench of keith’s body and the breathlessness of his voice. shiro said it before, that he could pleasure keith for hours, and that thought still rings true. his own dick might protest to it – it currently is, with it flushing dark and weeping pre at the tip as it throbs there against keith’s side – but shiro would thoroughly enjoy sitting just like this, mapping out keith’s insides with slow moving fingers. inevitably, he’d work up to his mouth and to his dick, to thoroughly claim this ass. for the time being, though, he has to admit that the vantage point is unbelievably good.
he watches his finger disappear and watches his hand butt, only drawing his gaze away from those beautifully split asscheeks when keith touches at metal. the laugh that comes next is soft, an air of chiding to it that is only meant in fondness. ]
Oh, Sweetheart, you’re already exactly as I like.
[ he may play pretend at taking issue at keith’s mouthiness, but he’s thoroughly enjoying himself. easy to when keith is gorgeous and open, so incapable of muting the wants of his body as he involuntarily chases after shiro’s touch or pants for more. he’s lovely to watch and to listen to, and shiro feels absolutely spoiled having keith docile and willing, here in his lap. ]
I couldn’t dream of anyone better.
[ he wriggles his finger around inside, teasing the smoothness of muscle, only to draw out until the tip, to his nailbed, is kept inside. he circles it around, widening the twirl to press against the rim and force the stretch wider. ]
See – feel that? You open so beautifully for me. [ he sinks back in shortly thereafter, testing the give of keith’s body through a few, following thrusts. throughout, he brushes hair back from keith’s face, trailing metal fingers down his neck to rest, now, over the hard knob at the top of his spine. ] It’s so easy being with you.
/wears my good bean badge
[ the name comes easily, little care given for how ragged and breathy his voice has become in a matter of seconds. he's not a stranger to having his hips grabbed to forcibly meet a hard thrust of shiro's cock and hips, but keith's brain keeps short circuiting anyway. taking a single, well lubed finger isn't difficult comparatively, but doing so while looking at shiro's face and bathing in his praise and approval takes keith too a whole different plane of existence, new resonant planes and dimensions opening up before his eyes as that finger tugs a demanding circle at his rim.
how embarrassing would it even be if keith came to the pressure of a finger nudging gently back and forth over his gland while his boyfriend keeps him pressed down at the neck, whispering dirty sweet nothings? keith mewls, shivering as he grips the sheet with both hands once more to edge his hips back and forth to fuck himself on shiro's index. ]
Easy for you, maybe.... [ he puffs out a laugh, only to suck in a sharp breath when shiro hits depth and sends a jolt straight to his cock. ] I want you so much and you keep teasing me, sir. What if I really wanna feel you?
this once, you deserve it
keith’s body takes it well. pleased, shiro rubs the metal of his hand in the space between his shoulderblades and then back up, higher this time, to rest over his neck. he laughs. ]
If. [ he weaves fingers through his hair, still there at his neck, and gives a tug by fisting into his palm. ] Heh. No sense in being coy, Keith. It’s obvious you want to be filled. You’re fucking yourself already.
[ it isn’t good enough though, huh? which does he want more though? more fingers? his tongue? his cock? just thinking about rearranging this boy on his lap and bending him forward so he can slide him down, over his cock has him throbbing harder, to the kind of pleasant pain that makes him want to squirm. stubbornly, he stays still, refusing to concede even an inch. he does, however, coo and sigh, leaning low to hover his mouth close to keith’s ear. ]
Do you have any idea how hot you are right now? [ he groans, fanning hot breath over his ear. ] Damn, Keith – you’re amazing.
[ and then he sits up, eyes once more on the gorgeous display laid out over his lap. he’s still got two fingers pressed inside keith, the motion of his hand meeting every rock of keith’s body… up until this last one. there’s a shift in his voice, the breathy wonderment gone; replaced by a lower, more sultry pitch, voice playfully chastising. ]
But you’re impatient, too. [ he pulls his fingers free. he keeps going though; the whole of his hand pulling back, further and further and… ] Taking things I haven’t given you yet.
[ he brings his hand back in a sharp line. his palm collides with keith’s ass for a loud slap, only pausing for a beat before he pulls his hand away again, lining up but not bringing it down just yet. ]
What have I told you about patience? [ then, he brings it back down, spanking him again. ]
I ALWAYS deserve this badge
but on the next roll back of his hips, the stretch at his rim doubles with the unexpected addition of a second finger and keith moans helplessly as his own momentum forces him to open for it. ]
Fuuuuck…!
[ keith drags out the mewl, partly muffling it into the sheets as shiro rubs between his shoulder blades and then shifts pressure back on to his neck. bad move, evidently, or is it a good one? with keith's head swimming the way it is, he can't say he wholly remembers if he's meant to be bad or good or what precisely earns him punishments and what earns him a reward. all he knows is that there are fingers combing thorugh and yanking at his hair and keith abandons his mouthful of sheet to whine and lift his head to hold whatever position his boyfriend demands.
shiro's hand is moving again, meeting his ass for deeper thrusts and keith's breath becomes nothing but a collection of gasping and pitched noises whenever fingers bully his prostate. but the most damning part of it is having shiro bend low to murmur praise right by his ear. keith keeps his eyes open to look, but the his focus is lost to a vortex of urgency and burning as the rolling jolts zipping from his ass to his cock whittle away what's left of keith's minimal composure. ]
Oh fuck, sir, sir! I'm gonna -- please!
[ the pleading turns to an outright sob of frustration as shiro pulls out, leaving his slicked hole to gape and flutter around the negative imprint of warm fingers. ]
Shiro, please I wanna cum, I need – ahhh!
[ the spank comes down and keith buckles with a loud drawn out groan. the crack reverberates in his ears, then the stinging bursts across his backside. compared to the things keith's endured over the last year or so, this low grade throb is nothing. but it doesn't matter how many times keith tells himself that because he's never endured anything like this while his dick was throbbing, one fucking touch away from unloading two ruined orgasms worth of cum. keith shivers, trying to steady his breath, but there's a second spank that lands exactly where the first one did, and keith isn't able to hold back a long pitiful wail as his body trembles uncontrollably.
it's not just that his ass feels red-hot and tingly under shiro's hand, it's that his entire pelvvis is fucking throbbing, pulsing hard with his heart that's now beating so loudly in his ears that keith swears it's physically in the cube, on their bed, beating and ready to detonate. words fail him completely, reduced to nothing but stuttered stop-starts as his mouth tries to form sounds around growing fangs. unfocused eyes take on a yellow sheen as keith tries to come back into himself through the constant thrum of desperately needing, wanting and not getting any kind of release. ]
Puh…puh… patience yields fucking focus, I know! I know. I just – lemme cum once! Please, sir, I can't – I can't do this! I need to, I need you, please!
what about when you're talking about people being trampled at walmart
momentarily abandoning his placement at keith’s neck, shiro pushes the hair out of keith’s face once more to open up those eyes. those eyes that are not as they have always been, and not just in the sense that they’re glossy and unfocused. the sclera is yellowed. the irises seem smaller? narrower? he blinks and drops his gaze to that panting mouth, seeing pointed tips behind slack lips. it’s a watered down version of what shiro saw almost two months ago but it doesn’t take long for him to find a conclusion and jump right to it. ]
Holy shit.
[ you’re turning galra, though he never finds the voice to actually say it. it’s an alarming thought. a concerning thought, too. they should stop and evaluate what it going on here, because how is that even possible? did keith enroll in another clinical trial? honestly, he doesn’t actually get that far in his thought process. he stalls at turning galra and then swings heavily to his memory bank to dig up one in which he had anonymous on his hands and knees, stroking at his insides as his tail swished and his violet skin flushed a dark purple. ]
Keith. Fuck.
[ it’s so breathy. so weak on his tongue, because he’s simply gone with the pile of questions forming in his head. is he going to sprout a tail next? turn purple? is he going to pop a constellation of prostates and mewl for another half-hour orgasm? ]
Yeah. [ still too weak. he forces strength into his voice. ] Yeah, fuck, you need me so bad. [ desire makes him sloppy; he’s heavy handed in the way he pulls more hair out of his face, making sure it doesn’t fall back into place. desire makes him mouthy, too. ]
Love you begging for it. Love you straining for it. Love you… [ he cuts off for a throaty groan, having moved his hand between keith’s ass cheeks, and there, at the first brush of his still slick, sticky fingers, his focus shifts. ]
You’ve earned this. [ he shoves two fingers in to his bottom knuckles and immediately scissors them apart, brushing deep and brushing hard, trying to map him out a constellation to follow. ] So take it, baby. Fuck my thighs and cum all over me. Do it, do it now.
LISTEN i take no joy in that??? i was merely making cultural observations.
fuck he doesn't know. the uncertainty lights some primal part of his lizard brain on fire, screaming deliriously at a breaking point as shiro tugs sharply at his bangs to clear the hair from his face. keith groans so loudly, no longer fucking caring about shows of restraint or self preservation, blearily staring back at shiro, open mouthed and panting heavily, his one visible eye now a slit iris with a dilated pupil.
frankly, keith isn't even seeing straight. he's coming apart at the seams and fuck, keith has never allowed anyone to see him like this. the entire universe collapses down to just shiro's face, his voice, his touch, the incredible heat coming off his body – everything comes down to the bond he has with this best friend and...
...he's been here before. in another life, there'd been a moment where keith had held on tight to an unconscious shiro's wrist, free falling towards an abyss and nothing else in the universe had mattered.
love you begging for it. love you straining for it. love you...
the noise that escapes keith's lips is one he has no control over. something visceral and animalistic in its yearning, unchained and unrepressed for the first time in months comes tumbling straight out of his throat, his fucking soul, keening and pitched on the verge of shattering into sobs.
love you...
of all things shiro could have said to him, it really had to be that, here and now, when keith doesn't have his guards up or the mental energy to carefully reconstruct the barriers around his feelings, huh? no. instead, shiro holds him down to bask in the taste of something keith had written off as an impossible, futile and stupid thing to chase after.
but of course shiro doesn't stop to let a reeling keith recover. slick, spread fingers push right back into his hole and keith screams as shiro bullies his way up a line of sensitive, drooling glands. hole fluttering uncontrollably, the scream peters off into hitched breaths as keith whines, voice cracking and pitched high. ]
Shiro! Fuck, please – please,, wanna hear it again!
[ desperate and tailspinning, keith arches his back, deepening the curve of his spine. hands clench tight around fresh handfuls of mangled bedsheets, thighs shakily inching further apart as keith sucks in a deep breath and slams his hips down, cock rolling hard over shiro's quads. it's completely mindless, keith seemingly having no awareness whatsoever for the way slick drips profusely from his hole, or for the subtle purpling of his skin where he's flushed hot. his pacing is frenetic, dazed, nothing more than a series of quick hard jerks of his hips to get enough friction on his cock to tip his head back and wail shiro's name as his body thrums, mind ascending as his balls pulse and empties shot after shot of cum. ]
UH HUH. walmart is our place of worship apparently
LISTEN. I AM ONLY POINTING OUT POINTS ONF DIFFERENCE.
i want you to know, that every time i go to walmart now, i think of this "cultural difference"
sfdhjskl does that count as enhancement...
... i suppose i must now add walmart to the list
lol the list of enhanced words is incredible
just everything about the main list is perfection
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i said AM porn, so here it is: AM porn
i can't believe you are now back in AM porn land
i hate this tag, i want you to know
i cringed the whole time typing a response
i just... will keith ever find out that he has a beet booty
shiro could tell him!!! or i guess make out with him immediately after...
perhaps shiro should take a picture of his booty hole and simply show him
gosh he could LOL
perhaps he can print it out and take it w him to canada
i can't believe this is their future. looking at filthy pictures and talking about the good old days
fjkghgw it'll keep them warm???
but my tundra research says otherwise??
fjkjhg ah yes. your pokemoning in the low 30s weather. i wonder if s + k can pokemon in the tundra
Important. Research.!!!!
IT REALLY IS. i value your commitment to the research of our many sheith verses
yes, i deserve to be appreciated
so modest
shhh you, too, are deserving of appreciation.
/insert cat hugging gif
BEAVER DAM IM YELLING
Keith has been Henry'd
....i will never look at that name the same way thanks
henry doesn't deserve this. he is such an innocent, fussy bean.
YOU DID THIS
ive been yelling at a constant pitch for 8 hrs. i cannot believe you brought approval kink into this
KEITH BROUGHT IT IN !! I AM ALSO YELLING.
i'll just be over here closing my eyes for eternity
can i join you?
... no. you're the one causing this eternity eye closing
YOU brought up the terminology!!
i continue to feel judged for providing such wonderful tags
we both know this judgment is highly warranted???
i admit to nothing
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c:
i am not fooled by this smile
:c
.... /pokes ur sad cheeks
... i hate that this tactic works in making the sad face less sad
dont be tsun
i do what i want!
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i'm kind of upset that i didn't get this up on easter because... well. y'know.
LOL i suppose you were merciful to zombie jesus
couldn't sin too much
uh huh uh huh
at this rate, we'll be doing this thread longer than titanic
ok that would make me laugh
we're already more than halfway there!
listen maybe tey'll go to bed now??
i think they will. shiro needs to recharge his prince
yes plug that prince in for recharging
the bunny 1 is in the way tho :c
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