[ 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. ]
UH HUH. walmart is our place of worship apparently
[ keith isn’t the only one completely out of his mind. keith’s unraveling. not through a peephole in the door, not hidden before him under a sheet, not in some guilty pleasure dream that has shiro waking up sticky with more than just sweat. no, he’s right here, laid out like an offering, unfiltered and unapologetic as he follows shiro’s orders to a t. holy fuck, the way he moves. he’s mesmerizing, to the damning point that shiro can’t be bothered to give any bit of his precious focus to anything beyond committing every twitch, jerk and roll of keith’s body to memory. the sounds he makes, too. shiro wishes he had some way of bottling them, because there’s not a chance that he’ll be able to mimic those desperate pitches when he’s alone and drifting, teasing himself with snapshot clips of his moment.
so yes, shiro is intent on giving keith everything he needs to keep him moving, to keep him mewling. no longer will he be reprimanding keith for casting orders when he lacks the authority for it; they’re on level ground. the hitch comes not due to shiro being resistant, but because he doesn’t follow what it is. he’s said a lot of things in the span of a few ticks, his short term memory held exclusively for keith and not so much for whatever filth comes tumbling out of his own mouth.
wanna hear it again? hear what again? that he’s so hot shiro can’t think straight? that he loves watching him? that keith’s earned rubbing himself off in shiro’s goddamn lap?
keith’s full tilt on that last one, cock pushing and grinding against shiro’s quad, into his quad, like he’s trying to fuck a channel through the muscle. shiro flexes from abs to thighs, because it helps distract him from the throb of his own cock that keeps jostling with the movement of keith’s body. so that’s it, huh? ]
That’s it. Fuck me. Cum, baby, you have to show me. [ he’s cooing to a fever pitch, the movement of his fingers ruthless as he follows keith through every rock, pressing hard at every gland he finds. ] Wanna see it so badly.
[ it doesn’t take long for keith to find the precipice of his pleasure and go tumbling off… but it does take a long time for him to find the bottom. is he going to find it? warmth splatters thick over his thighs, catching in the space between them to glob stickily. shiro moans encouragingly, a pinch painfully, because his own cock is twitching and throbbing and – not quite there. but it’s okay, it’s fine, watching keith shake apart is better than chasing after his own orgasm. so it can wait. he can be patient.
… really patient…? the seconds tick by and they’re up to twenty. his fingers are still embedded deep, fingertips at a gland that he hasn't quite backed off from. he thinks then, of anonymous with his purple skin, tail and hidden gems inside his slick sloppy hole. he’s missing the tail, but he’s got the eyes, the fangs, the constellation and the lavender skin, so shiro has to wonder… does he have the potential to whine into the bedding for another twenty-nine minutes? he presses hard into the gland, greedily drinking in the immediate reaction. he’s dreamed of this. he’s lusted for it again and again, never believing that he’d truly get another chance at it, but keith is full of surprises, isn’t he? is it possible to draw this out of him every time? shiro’s heady with the thought, the cogs in his head sluggish and slow moving with the heavy dousing of lust.
but time is sobering. the minutes pass by and while shiro continues to play, to keep keith toeing at the edge, sometimes crossing over it again, he begins to weaken in his drive. he’s torturing himself. and keith, too. as much as he wants this boy sobbing into the bedsheets, he doesn’t want to ruin him for the night. that’s what he did last time and that isn’t as desirable as he once thought, not when shiro is dying to get his cock inside this boy. keith’s hitting another breaking point and it does it for shiro; he can’t maintain through another hitch and moan of his name. his cock pulses and abruptly, shiro pulls his fingers out to wrap them around himself instead, following keith quickly with a one-two pump of his fist.
he chokes on breath, grating out something garbled and messy as he spills himself into the curve of keith’s lower back. white stands out against lavender and it’s gorgeous, really, how globs of it sink into the twin dimples of his pelvis. coming down, he sucks in lungfuls, doing very little to mask the heaviness of them. blinking down at keith, he watches his face for one, two cycles of breath and then can’t stand the distance any longer. ]
Absolutely stunning. [ he’s bent low again, moving his hand so he can place a surprisingly sweet kiss to his cheek. ] You did so good, sweetheart.
[ and then he shifts his thighs, rubbing them together with a pleased hum. ]
I can feel it – how much you blessed me with. You really needed to cum, huh.
LISTEN. I AM ONLY POINTING OUT POINTS ONF DIFFERENCE.
[awareness is a fucking dream and bygone conclusion. the fact that the pleasure is unrelenting, wave after wave pulling him back under a thick fog of bliss every time keith so much as tries to resurface is familiar in a way that lulls him into being nothing more than a drooling, mewling mess , ass up but boneless on shiro's lap.
even so, the familiarity in a context that doesn't involve side effects from unwittingly participating in clinical trials and existing in an outright galra form should be fucking horrifying. keith registers as much from a million miles away, the utter chaos of his hybrid body with all its raging, unpredictable hormones little more than a point of detached absurdity. never mind the fact that slick from his ass makes shiro's fingers squelch with every poke and prod and tease, or that his skin is flushed lavender. it's all .. a beautiful kind of oddity as the fingers inside him bully him through another high that makes keith' sob as more slick pulses out of his cock.
but through all of shiro's ministrations and care, it's hard not to keep coming back to the fact that shiro didn't say those two words again. love you continues to echo in keith's head, the only thing he really manages to attach himself to in all of this free falling entropy. love you. keith squeezes his eyes shut, blinking away moisture. love you. it'd been sweet at first, but the empty void of listening for a mirage makes keith ache.
shiro doesn't notice though.. his boyfriend's fingers keep prodding and bullying and keith's overly sensitive, overheated body responds with another tumbling crash, keith helpless in his open mouthed moaning as his cock spills another dribble of cum. but after that, those fingers are pulled right out, and keith slumps, panting and sweaty as he watches shiro furiously jerk himself off.
heat spurts onto his lower back and keith shivers as it trickles and wells. he ought to say something, but clarity refuses to come to him right away. he sucks in several grounding breaths, desperate to regain some coherency because ... fuck. everything between them just now was so much and keith doesn't want to ruin things by being careless. the electric thrumming of his skin fades bit by bit, and soon enough shiro kisses his cheek., the movement of thighs jostling his soft cock and belly.
perhaps characteristically, keith is ineloquent. he groans like he's been kicked in the stomach, then tries to roll off shiro's lap to lie on his back. chest heaving, it still takes him a few beats before he finally manages a hoarse little whisper. ]
... yeah.
[ he blinks, then rubs at his eye. the yellow fades first, but his irises are still slitted, tiny fangs still present. likewise, the lavender sheen slowly settles back to a normal pale peach tone. keith stares dumbly at his hands like it's the first time he's seeing them at all. ]
I've never turned purple before. Not like this. [ frowning, keith coughs and clears his throat though the improvement to the hoarseness is minimal. ] I- .... I don't get it, Shiro. I just ...
[ he swivels his head, to look up at his boyfriend, cutting himself off mid-babbling. ]
... You don't...think it's weird?
[ is he someone still worth loving, even if it's not worth repeating? ]
Edited (Shhhhh) 2023-01-13 16:35 (UTC)
i want you to know, that every time i go to walmart now, i think of this "cultural difference"
[ his lap is a mess. he helps keith through the roll and resettle, ending with the idle thought that, yes, now he has keith’s cum and his own cum mixing together, making the whole of his thighs even stickier. it isn’t an unpleasant thought; quite the opposite. still thrumming warm and tingly from his orgasm, shiro is nothing other than smiles as he stares down at keith, from his heaving chest up to his changed eyes. those fangs, too. is it strange that he finds them cute? in another situation, perhaps the effect would be entirely different, but here, now, with keith panting in the aftermath, voice ruined and lips a touch glossy, those tiny, sharpened tips make the rest of keith’s pointed chin and angled face all the more soft in comparison.
he’s cute. he’s always been cute. and shiro’s spent so long trying to ignore that fact. not anymore, though. now they’re boyfriends and shiro can tell keith just how cute, pretty, gorgeous, beautiful, stunning he is. and perhaps he should do it much more often, because keith’s words take another direction and with them, shiro’s heated playfulness goes silent. seems they’re skipping over the pillowtalk and heading straight for a minefield. the thought isn’t unkind; it’s simple awareness. this is an echo of a conversation they’ve had before, when keith was deep purple with extra appendenses. shiro isn’t foolish enough to believe that would be the end of it. keith’s heritage is going to be a point of concern for many conversations to come, to which shiro doesn’t mind. he only wishes he were more efficient in bettering keith’s self-image.
so of course he isn’t going to agree to that. weird. in truth, yes, it’s weird because it’s different and it’s unexpected, but any explanation coming after an agreement would, he predicts, fall on deaf ears. instead, he gently corrects with a: ]
Unique. [ that’s the word keith is looking for here. taking one of keith’s hands in his then, shiro offers a patient smile. ] I think it’s unique.
[ which is not untrue. keith is unique. he’s a rarity in the universe and not simply due to his set of genes. ]
I’ll admit… I was a little concerned there for a tick. [ he concedes purely to give everything else he says more weight. ] But there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re exactly as you’re meant to be. [ his face softens, gaze utterly warm as he brushes bangs aside with his free hand. ] And I’m a big, big fan of who you are, Keith.
[ breathing comes a little easier when keith is sprawled out with his back pressed to the cool mattress rather than lying belly down on the warm sticky mess he's left on his boyfriend's thighs.... but only by degrees. still feeling far too hot, keith squirms and squeezes his thighs together like that might tamp down the sensitivity of his still fluttering hole.
but otherwise? his attention is solely on his boyfriend's sweet faced smile, heart fluttering rapidly in his chest as shiro takes his hand. keith grins slow and dazed, spreading his fingers wide to intertwine them with shiro's, the movement purposeful and slow to admire how much larger his boyfriend's hands are than his own. sturdy and strong – that's how shiro's always been in his eyes, and keith purrs loudly, happily, dragging their joined hands down over his beating heart.
Unique> not weird. big fan not love. intentional or not, shiro's doing quite a bit of word substitution today, huh? keith closes his eyes and laughs, giving shiro's hand a squeeze as he contents himself with if nothing else, he's accepted exactly as is. ]
You're the best, Shiro. And I think that's putting it mildly.
[ another squeeze, then keith puffs a hard exhale and sits up and crowd into shiro's space, hands on either side of his hips. wholly relaxed now, keith's eyes have returned to their regular shape and coloring as he holds eye contact. ]
Being with you is amazing. I feel so ... whole with you, you know?
[ certainly, he can't imagine ever allowing anyone to tease and provoke him the way shiro had to the limit of his endurance. even more so now, knowing that how his body reacts. knowing nothing else about his hybrid physiology, keith is sure he'll never come close to trusting anyone with exploring it the way he does shiro.
though that in itself is a cause for concern, isn't it?
he isn't meant to be getting attached. not like this. not when they have different realities to return when sentences are complete. not when they don't have a future together. pinching his lower lip between pointed fangs, keith drops eye contact and subtly shifts back. not wanting to spoil the mood entirely, keith tacks on a bit coyly: ]
Even though you didn't.. [ ah what's the word shiro used? ] bless me inside.
[ keith's purring never loses its novelty. shiro called it soothing the first time – and has revisited the sentiment the few times since that keith has been relaxed enough to have the sound to kick up in his chest. he’s of the same mind here, instantly soothed and relaxing further into a sense of security that overwhelms the longer the noise rumbles on. as long as they’re together here, no one will harm them or take away their happiness; that’s the vow keith gave him before, his self-proclaimed happy noise extending as the backdrop. that of course poses the question of what happens when one of them leaves or both of them leave; what then of their safety and happiness? shiro has yet to give it much thought, far more focused on the proceeding step of finishing their lists to even unpack what going back to voltron actually means for the two of them. and he doesn’t analyze it here, either. he simple smiles, exhaling a soft puff of amusement as keith shifts positions, never straying from hoarding his space.
yes. yes he does know. shiro came into this with experience and has acquired quite a bit more since, so he supposes that gives him some authority on discerning what good sex feels like. this is good sex. even as he thinks it though, he decides that falls so insultingly short of what this actually is. this is much more than mashing bodyparts together and letting hormones run wild. this isn’t about getting off as quickly as possible or using the other person to find a mutual high that’s both intense and fleeting. if anything, this feels a lot closer to something he used to have, with profound trust and affection, the other person’s pleasure just as, if not more important than his own.
he’s had that with keith for years now: trust and affection. so shiro has to wonder, when did things shift and broaden beyond friendship? here, in prison, of course that’s the answer, but the potential has been there, all the way back in his own reality, simply waiting for him to notice. so could he have this there, too? is it already there, just hidden due to his absentminded awareness for it? does he even want it there? because his keith isn’t this keith and… god, he’s not even sure that’s true anymore. this keith is his keith, now. he wants this keith, he adores this keith, which carries both a sense of elation and betrayal in one.
so guess he is thinking about it. briefly. faintly. it’s inner turmoil to wrestle with later, when he doesn’t have keith sounding coy right in front of him. slowly, shiro’s lips curl further, making the whole of his expression honey-sweet, whole body warmed with the affection that thrums through it, seemingly growing stronger with every beat-beat in his chest. ]
Not yet… [ he gets a hand to keith’s face, because he can’t not touch him. thumb swipes at his cheekbone, palm laid across the burn of his cheek. ] But that’s what we’re doing next… after a short intermission of recuperation, of course.
[ for both of them…? it’s been difficult to tell through the door and even the few times they tried a bed together – not counting the exceptional coupling of his galra form – but shiro suspects that keith has a much quicker turnaround than he himself possesses. youth, has been his explanation, as well as a smug congratulatory that he’s just that good that anonymous couldn’t help being so massively turned on. he supposes he’ll find out soon enough. ]
So what would you like me to do with my mouth in the meantime? [ he drops his hand slightly, now pressing his thumb to one of those fangs once more returning to his lip. he tests the point and coaxes it loose. ]
Tell you all about how wonderful you are? Or would you like me to kiss you all over… [ he leans in for a kiss, pressure soft over that pinched bottom lip. his other hand sweeps around keith in the pause, brushing featherlight at the split of his cheeks. ] … maybe even down here, too.
[ the fingers probing at his lip and teeth make keith release and relax, the purring only coming to a pause when shiro turns filthy suggestion towards his slicked up backside. after everything they've just shared together, it shouldn't be possible for his boyfriend to still make him blush like a virgin, but keith's cheeks flush warm and rosy.
of course, shiro's tasted him there before. it'd made keith anxious then, too, because surely ass can't taste great? in the end, keith's only gotten some indirect confirmation that it must not be awful if anon/shiro keeps doing it, which in turn became some sick, toe-curling guilty pleasure over getting fucked open in that way.
but there's a new unknown variable at play here now. the clear, musky slick dripping from his ass is something keith still can't wrap his mind around. shiro accepts it, accepts him, but truthfully it's a little mortifying. clenching subconsciously, keith holds eye contact for a long moment, searching shiro's face for that extra bit of reassurance before finally swallowing and speaking up. ]
I want... I want you to listen to me for just a bit.
[ a little more than listen. giving little regard for the sticky mess that's s coating shiro's thighs, keith climbs into his lap and cups his cheeks with both hands. ]
All that just now... it's because I trust you.
[ that's not news. keith's trusted shiro with his life for a long time now. the trust with his body is new – newer, rather, because it turns out with shiro being anon, that trust has been there for longer than keith himself knew. trying to unpack every implication from the library up til their last tryst in the poolside house is going to take time, but it doesn't change anything about the conclusion. keith arches up, leaning heavy chest to chest to encourage shiro to lie back on the mattress. ]
I trust you and I... [ love you? keith's expression fractures, briefly mangling his lower lip as he presses his forehead to shiro's. ... I guess, I just need you to know that this is special for me.
[ special. fuck what an understatement. heart beat-beating faster, keith splits his thighs to properly straddle shiro's hips and presses a sweet kiss to his lips. ]
[ is he self-conscious? it’s difficult to tell because keith does have a good poker-face when he puts all his effort into maintaining it. the pause is too long, however, and the redness of his face continues to be telling. it makes shiro think about the conversation on their way back to the cube. it’s not just the scandalized surprise surrounding the revelation that shiro enjoys putting his mouth there, is it? perhaps, it’s also that, even now, keith has difficulty accepting the notion of laying back, taking and enjoying what is freely given to him.
shiro’s still very much determined to break keith of that. pleasure is good. pleasure is great. it’s okay to enjoy pleasure in whatever way it’s given, even if keith’s level of participation boils down to spreading his legs. shiro wants to pamper him with pleasure, so really, he’s being a generous lover by allowing shiro all the means to to do just that.
almost all the means. seems keith is determined to deny shiro access to his ass. still a touch high from his orgasm, which makes everything floatier and warm and light, shiro would pout in a ridiculously playful manner if keith wasn’t crawling into his lap a second later. and cupping his face two seconds later. and nudging him backwards at three seconds later…
with his legs still off the edge of the bed, shiro engages his abdominals and slowly reclines, arms looping around keith to hold him through the movement. even as his back settles into the bedding, shiro keeps his arms around his boy. throughout, he watches keith’s face, to his eyes to his lips forming these words that give shiro the slightest sense of anxiety. it sounds like a set-up. i trust you but. there has to be a but, right? because everything he’s saying is… obvious. a given? perhaps that’s egotistical or overconfident or whatever of shiro to think as much, but shiro’s worked hard for that trust. he knows he has it.
just as keith has his. he knows that, doesn’t he? he should.
however, no but comes. keith has their foreheads pressed together and ends his words with a question. he blinks through a beat of surprise and then, abruptly, finds relief laced with humor. no big reveal, no grand twist… just the obvious stated by a sweet boy. ]
Okay.
[ he snags himself a second kiss, smiling through it. special, he calls it. even that is a given. they’re doing this because they want to, not necessarily to mark off sentences. they should though, huh. they could have their sheets done in a matter of days if they reviewed them together and made a plan. that’s the obvious solution to getting out of here… but shiro has yet to bring it up. why is that? ]
This is special for me, too. [ that’s why. it isn’t productive to become attached in this environment, but he’s gone and done that anyway. he ignores that inner, judgmental voice, instead focusing on keith. the walls are currently down, so the honesty comes easier and quicker, shiro not falling into his usual trap of self-editing. ] I fought this for a long time because I thought… well, because you are special and I wanted to protect what we had. But being with you… everything seems better when we’re together, like the universe finally makes sense.
[ the aftermath is a whole other realm of sex that keith's never explored in any meaningful way. not that this is the aftermath exactly, so much as it's what shiro called the intermission, but overall the point stands. there'd been that one tender moment between him and anon though, insofar that being held while covered in sheet counts as intimacy, but it'd ended with a kiss on his covered face and left keith brimming with guilt and longing afterwards.
considering shiro is anon, maybe it's not surprising that guilt and longing are still there as keith comes down from an afterglow. his hands never leave his boyfriend's face, eyes locked on shiro's grey ones as keith smiles, soft and warm, through the ache behind his sternum,
nice doesn't cut it as a descriptor, nor does good, really. it's such an unbelievable relief to hear that shiro considers this special, too. that even though shiro may be fucking other guys on the side that what they have together is different and meaningful, even if it's not exclusive.
but putting aside the messed up nature of being boyfriends in a place like this, keith might just fucking drown in the violent upswell of feeling that he's not supposed to be having. shiro's always been the brightest star in his universe, his anchor and guide through every battle he's fought as we;; as the reminder to never give up. on himself, on his dreams, on the universe. the moment keith had finally helped free shiro from within the prison of black's consciousness had been one of the happiest moments of his life.
and yet... keith had forgotten the cardinal rule of each of shiro's disappearances. his best friend comes back different each time, with more and more fragments chipped out of his soul. looking down down at this shiro now who looks back up at him with such adoration hurts -- painfully, irrationally and soothes all at once, like the fraying threads of their lives are being sewn back together.
this isn't how sex in the aftermath or intermission or whatever is supposed to feel.
keith mamages a sad laugh, quickly closing his eyes to press their lips back together for several long beats of chaste kissing that grows more demanding and dirty with parted lips and tongue. breathing ragged all over again, keith breaks away just enough to murmur against shiro's lips: ]
Shiro, I don't want to leave this place without you.
[ it's the fucking antithesis of what they're meant to be doing. they're meant to be checking things off, getting back to voltron. back to their own realities. the needs of the universe have always come before keith's own, but even thinking about returning to a reality where him and shiro don't still have this turns his soul to ice. ]
I know that's not the point. I just ... I want to be with you always.
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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
so yes, shiro is intent on giving keith everything he needs to keep him moving, to keep him mewling. no longer will he be reprimanding keith for casting orders when he lacks the authority for it; they’re on level ground. the hitch comes not due to shiro being resistant, but because he doesn’t follow what it is. he’s said a lot of things in the span of a few ticks, his short term memory held exclusively for keith and not so much for whatever filth comes tumbling out of his own mouth.
wanna hear it again? hear what again? that he’s so hot shiro can’t think straight? that he loves watching him? that keith’s earned rubbing himself off in shiro’s goddamn lap?
keith’s full tilt on that last one, cock pushing and grinding against shiro’s quad, into his quad, like he’s trying to fuck a channel through the muscle. shiro flexes from abs to thighs, because it helps distract him from the throb of his own cock that keeps jostling with the movement of keith’s body. so that’s it, huh? ]
That’s it. Fuck me. Cum, baby, you have to show me. [ he’s cooing to a fever pitch, the movement of his fingers ruthless as he follows keith through every rock, pressing hard at every gland he finds. ] Wanna see it so badly.
[ it doesn’t take long for keith to find the precipice of his pleasure and go tumbling off… but it does take a long time for him to find the bottom. is he going to find it? warmth splatters thick over his thighs, catching in the space between them to glob stickily. shiro moans encouragingly, a pinch painfully, because his own cock is twitching and throbbing and – not quite there. but it’s okay, it’s fine, watching keith shake apart is better than chasing after his own orgasm. so it can wait. he can be patient.
… really patient…? the seconds tick by and they’re up to twenty. his fingers are still embedded deep, fingertips at a gland that he hasn't quite backed off from. he thinks then, of anonymous with his purple skin, tail and hidden gems inside his slick sloppy hole. he’s missing the tail, but he’s got the eyes, the fangs, the constellation and the lavender skin, so shiro has to wonder… does he have the potential to whine into the bedding for another twenty-nine minutes? he presses hard into the gland, greedily drinking in the immediate reaction. he’s dreamed of this. he’s lusted for it again and again, never believing that he’d truly get another chance at it, but keith is full of surprises, isn’t he? is it possible to draw this out of him every time? shiro’s heady with the thought, the cogs in his head sluggish and slow moving with the heavy dousing of lust.
but time is sobering. the minutes pass by and while shiro continues to play, to keep keith toeing at the edge, sometimes crossing over it again, he begins to weaken in his drive. he’s torturing himself. and keith, too. as much as he wants this boy sobbing into the bedsheets, he doesn’t want to ruin him for the night. that’s what he did last time and that isn’t as desirable as he once thought, not when shiro is dying to get his cock inside this boy. keith’s hitting another breaking point and it does it for shiro; he can’t maintain through another hitch and moan of his name. his cock pulses and abruptly, shiro pulls his fingers out to wrap them around himself instead, following keith quickly with a one-two pump of his fist.
he chokes on breath, grating out something garbled and messy as he spills himself into the curve of keith’s lower back. white stands out against lavender and it’s gorgeous, really, how globs of it sink into the twin dimples of his pelvis. coming down, he sucks in lungfuls, doing very little to mask the heaviness of them. blinking down at keith, he watches his face for one, two cycles of breath and then can’t stand the distance any longer. ]
Absolutely stunning. [ he’s bent low again, moving his hand so he can place a surprisingly sweet kiss to his cheek. ] You did so good, sweetheart.
[ and then he shifts his thighs, rubbing them together with a pleased hum. ]
I can feel it – how much you blessed me with. You really needed to cum, huh.
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even so, the familiarity in a context that doesn't involve side effects from unwittingly participating in clinical trials and existing in an outright galra form should be fucking horrifying. keith registers as much from a million miles away, the utter chaos of his hybrid body with all its raging, unpredictable hormones little more than a point of detached absurdity. never mind the fact that slick from his ass makes shiro's fingers squelch with every poke and prod and tease, or that his skin is flushed lavender. it's all .. a beautiful kind of oddity as the fingers inside him bully him through another high that makes keith' sob as more slick pulses out of his cock.
but through all of shiro's ministrations and care, it's hard not to keep coming back to the fact that shiro didn't say those two words again. love you continues to echo in keith's head, the only thing he really manages to attach himself to in all of this free falling entropy. love you. keith squeezes his eyes shut, blinking away moisture. love you. it'd been sweet at first, but the empty void of listening for a mirage makes keith ache.
shiro doesn't notice though.. his boyfriend's fingers keep prodding and bullying and keith's overly sensitive, overheated body responds with another tumbling crash, keith helpless in his open mouthed moaning as his cock spills another dribble of cum. but after that, those fingers are pulled right out, and keith slumps, panting and sweaty as he watches shiro furiously jerk himself off.
heat spurts onto his lower back and keith shivers as it trickles and wells. he ought to say something, but clarity refuses to come to him right away. he sucks in several grounding breaths, desperate to regain some coherency because ... fuck. everything between them just now was so much and keith doesn't want to ruin things by being careless. the electric thrumming of his skin fades bit by bit, and soon enough shiro kisses his cheek., the movement of thighs jostling his soft cock and belly.
perhaps characteristically, keith is ineloquent. he groans like he's been kicked in the stomach, then tries to roll off shiro's lap to lie on his back. chest heaving, it still takes him a few beats before he finally manages a hoarse little whisper. ]
... yeah.
[ he blinks, then rubs at his eye. the yellow fades first, but his irises are still slitted, tiny fangs still present. likewise, the lavender sheen slowly settles back to a normal pale peach tone. keith stares dumbly at his hands like it's the first time he's seeing them at all. ]
I've never turned purple before. Not like this. [ frowning, keith coughs and clears his throat though the improvement to the hoarseness is minimal. ] I- .... I don't get it, Shiro. I just ...
[ he swivels his head, to look up at his boyfriend, cutting himself off mid-babbling. ]
... You don't...think it's weird?
[ is he someone still worth loving, even if it's not worth repeating? ]
i want you to know, that every time i go to walmart now, i think of this "cultural difference"
he’s cute. he’s always been cute. and shiro’s spent so long trying to ignore that fact. not anymore, though. now they’re boyfriends and shiro can tell keith just how cute, pretty, gorgeous, beautiful, stunning he is. and perhaps he should do it much more often, because keith’s words take another direction and with them, shiro’s heated playfulness goes silent. seems they’re skipping over the pillowtalk and heading straight for a minefield. the thought isn’t unkind; it’s simple awareness. this is an echo of a conversation they’ve had before, when keith was deep purple with extra appendenses. shiro isn’t foolish enough to believe that would be the end of it. keith’s heritage is going to be a point of concern for many conversations to come, to which shiro doesn’t mind. he only wishes he were more efficient in bettering keith’s self-image.
so of course he isn’t going to agree to that. weird. in truth, yes, it’s weird because it’s different and it’s unexpected, but any explanation coming after an agreement would, he predicts, fall on deaf ears. instead, he gently corrects with a: ]
Unique. [ that’s the word keith is looking for here. taking one of keith’s hands in his then, shiro offers a patient smile. ] I think it’s unique.
[ which is not untrue. keith is unique. he’s a rarity in the universe and not simply due to his set of genes. ]
I’ll admit… I was a little concerned there for a tick. [ he concedes purely to give everything else he says more weight. ] But there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re exactly as you’re meant to be. [ his face softens, gaze utterly warm as he brushes bangs aside with his free hand. ] And I’m a big, big fan of who you are, Keith.
sfdhjskl does that count as enhancement...
but otherwise? his attention is solely on his boyfriend's sweet faced smile, heart fluttering rapidly in his chest as shiro takes his hand. keith grins slow and dazed, spreading his fingers wide to intertwine them with shiro's, the movement purposeful and slow to admire how much larger his boyfriend's hands are than his own. sturdy and strong – that's how shiro's always been in his eyes, and keith purrs loudly, happily, dragging their joined hands down over his beating heart.
Unique> not weird. big fan not love. intentional or not, shiro's doing quite a bit of word substitution today, huh? keith closes his eyes and laughs, giving shiro's hand a squeeze as he contents himself with if nothing else, he's accepted exactly as is. ]
You're the best, Shiro. And I think that's putting it mildly.
[ another squeeze, then keith puffs a hard exhale and sits up and crowd into shiro's space, hands on either side of his hips. wholly relaxed now, keith's eyes have returned to their regular shape and coloring as he holds eye contact. ]
Being with you is amazing. I feel so ... whole with you, you know?
[ certainly, he can't imagine ever allowing anyone to tease and provoke him the way shiro had to the limit of his endurance. even more so now, knowing that how his body reacts. knowing nothing else about his hybrid physiology, keith is sure he'll never come close to trusting anyone with exploring it the way he does shiro.
though that in itself is a cause for concern, isn't it?
he isn't meant to be getting attached. not like this. not when they have different realities to return when sentences are complete. not when they don't have a future together. pinching his lower lip between pointed fangs, keith drops eye contact and subtly shifts back. not wanting to spoil the mood entirely, keith tacks on a bit coyly: ]
Even though you didn't.. [ ah what's the word shiro used? ] bless me inside.
... i suppose i must now add walmart to the list
yes. yes he does know. shiro came into this with experience and has acquired quite a bit more since, so he supposes that gives him some authority on discerning what good sex feels like. this is good sex. even as he thinks it though, he decides that falls so insultingly short of what this actually is. this is much more than mashing bodyparts together and letting hormones run wild. this isn’t about getting off as quickly as possible or using the other person to find a mutual high that’s both intense and fleeting. if anything, this feels a lot closer to something he used to have, with profound trust and affection, the other person’s pleasure just as, if not more important than his own.
he’s had that with keith for years now: trust and affection. so shiro has to wonder, when did things shift and broaden beyond friendship? here, in prison, of course that’s the answer, but the potential has been there, all the way back in his own reality, simply waiting for him to notice. so could he have this there, too? is it already there, just hidden due to his absentminded awareness for it? does he even want it there? because his keith isn’t this keith and… god, he’s not even sure that’s true anymore. this keith is his keith, now. he wants this keith, he adores this keith, which carries both a sense of elation and betrayal in one.
so guess he is thinking about it. briefly. faintly. it’s inner turmoil to wrestle with later, when he doesn’t have keith sounding coy right in front of him. slowly, shiro’s lips curl further, making the whole of his expression honey-sweet, whole body warmed with the affection that thrums through it, seemingly growing stronger with every beat-beat in his chest. ]
Not yet… [ he gets a hand to keith’s face, because he can’t not touch him. thumb swipes at his cheekbone, palm laid across the burn of his cheek. ] But that’s what we’re doing next… after a short intermission of recuperation, of course.
[ for both of them…? it’s been difficult to tell through the door and even the few times they tried a bed together – not counting the exceptional coupling of his galra form – but shiro suspects that keith has a much quicker turnaround than he himself possesses. youth, has been his explanation, as well as a smug congratulatory that he’s just that good that anonymous couldn’t help being so massively turned on. he supposes he’ll find out soon enough. ]
So what would you like me to do with my mouth in the meantime? [ he drops his hand slightly, now pressing his thumb to one of those fangs once more returning to his lip. he tests the point and coaxes it loose. ]
Tell you all about how wonderful you are? Or would you like me to kiss you all over… [ he leans in for a kiss, pressure soft over that pinched bottom lip. his other hand sweeps around keith in the pause, brushing featherlight at the split of his cheeks. ] … maybe even down here, too.
lol the list of enhanced words is incredible
of course, shiro's tasted him there before. it'd made keith anxious then, too, because surely ass can't taste great? in the end, keith's only gotten some indirect confirmation that it must not be awful if anon/shiro keeps doing it, which in turn became some sick, toe-curling guilty pleasure over getting fucked open in that way.
but there's a new unknown variable at play here now. the clear, musky slick dripping from his ass is something keith still can't wrap his mind around. shiro accepts it, accepts him, but truthfully it's a little mortifying. clenching subconsciously, keith holds eye contact for a long moment, searching shiro's face for that extra bit of reassurance before finally swallowing and speaking up. ]
I want... I want you to listen to me for just a bit.
[ a little more than listen. giving little regard for the sticky mess that's s coating shiro's thighs, keith climbs into his lap and cups his cheeks with both hands. ]
All that just now... it's because I trust you.
[ that's not news. keith's trusted shiro with his life for a long time now. the trust with his body is new – newer, rather, because it turns out with shiro being anon, that trust has been there for longer than keith himself knew. trying to unpack every implication from the library up til their last tryst in the poolside house is going to take time, but it doesn't change anything about the conclusion. keith arches up, leaning heavy chest to chest to encourage shiro to lie back on the mattress. ]
I trust you and I... [ love you? keith's expression fractures, briefly mangling his lower lip as he presses his forehead to shiro's. ... I guess, I just need you to know that this is special for me.
[ special. fuck what an understatement. heart beat-beating faster, keith splits his thighs to properly straddle shiro's hips and presses a sweet kiss to his lips. ]
So... just. Remember that, okay?
just everything about the main list is perfection
shiro’s still very much determined to break keith of that. pleasure is good. pleasure is great. it’s okay to enjoy pleasure in whatever way it’s given, even if keith’s level of participation boils down to spreading his legs. shiro wants to pamper him with pleasure, so really, he’s being a generous lover by allowing shiro all the means to to do just that.
almost all the means. seems keith is determined to deny shiro access to his ass. still a touch high from his orgasm, which makes everything floatier and warm and light, shiro would pout in a ridiculously playful manner if keith wasn’t crawling into his lap a second later. and cupping his face two seconds later. and nudging him backwards at three seconds later…
with his legs still off the edge of the bed, shiro engages his abdominals and slowly reclines, arms looping around keith to hold him through the movement. even as his back settles into the bedding, shiro keeps his arms around his boy. throughout, he watches keith’s face, to his eyes to his lips forming these words that give shiro the slightest sense of anxiety. it sounds like a set-up. i trust you but. there has to be a but, right? because everything he’s saying is… obvious. a given? perhaps that’s egotistical or overconfident or whatever of shiro to think as much, but shiro’s worked hard for that trust. he knows he has it.
just as keith has his. he knows that, doesn’t he? he should.
however, no but comes. keith has their foreheads pressed together and ends his words with a question. he blinks through a beat of surprise and then, abruptly, finds relief laced with humor. no big reveal, no grand twist… just the obvious stated by a sweet boy. ]
Okay.
[ he snags himself a second kiss, smiling through it. special, he calls it. even that is a given. they’re doing this because they want to, not necessarily to mark off sentences. they should though, huh. they could have their sheets done in a matter of days if they reviewed them together and made a plan. that’s the obvious solution to getting out of here… but shiro has yet to bring it up. why is that? ]
This is special for me, too. [ that’s why. it isn’t productive to become attached in this environment, but he’s gone and done that anyway. he ignores that inner, judgmental voice, instead focusing on keith. the walls are currently down, so the honesty comes easier and quicker, shiro not falling into his usual trap of self-editing. ] I fought this for a long time because I thought… well, because you are special and I wanted to protect what we had. But being with you… everything seems better when we’re together, like the universe finally makes sense.
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considering shiro is anon, maybe it's not surprising that guilt and longing are still there as keith comes down from an afterglow. his hands never leave his boyfriend's face, eyes locked on shiro's grey ones as keith smiles, soft and warm, through the ache behind his sternum,
nice doesn't cut it as a descriptor, nor does good, really. it's such an unbelievable relief to hear that shiro considers this special, too. that even though shiro may be fucking other guys on the side that what they have together is different and meaningful, even if it's not exclusive.
but putting aside the messed up nature of being boyfriends in a place like this, keith might just fucking drown in the violent upswell of feeling that he's not supposed to be having. shiro's always been the brightest star in his universe, his anchor and guide through every battle he's fought as we;; as the reminder to never give up. on himself, on his dreams, on the universe. the moment keith had finally helped free shiro from within the prison of black's consciousness had been one of the happiest moments of his life.
and yet... keith had forgotten the cardinal rule of each of shiro's disappearances. his best friend comes back different each time, with more and more fragments chipped out of his soul. looking down down at this shiro now who looks back up at him with such adoration hurts -- painfully, irrationally and soothes all at once, like the fraying threads of their lives are being sewn back together.
this isn't how sex in the aftermath or intermission or whatever is supposed to feel.
keith mamages a sad laugh, quickly closing his eyes to press their lips back together for several long beats of chaste kissing that grows more demanding and dirty with parted lips and tongue. breathing ragged all over again, keith breaks away just enough to murmur against shiro's lips: ]
Shiro, I don't want to leave this place without you.
[ it's the fucking antithesis of what they're meant to be doing. they're meant to be checking things off, getting back to voltron. back to their own realities. the needs of the universe have always come before keith's own, but even thinking about returning to a reality where him and shiro don't still have this turns his soul to ice. ]
I know that's not the point. I just ... I want to be with you always.
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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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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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