[ 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.
[ shiro tries not to overthink it. their situation is a clusterfuck on every level and if he allows himself to pick it apart, he’ll spiral. so he sets a goal and fixates on that. that’s how he survived captivity with the galra. the goal was as simple as it could be: survive. wallowing in the deaths of those at his hands wasn’t allowed, neither did he grant himself the luxury of buckling to the druids. all of that came after, when he was physically free of captivity; that’s when his mind revolted, wiping clean to tangle up in a turmoil that he felt but couldn’t fully understand. this second stint in alien prison was meant to be much the same. he came into this with the full intention of soliciting himself through every needed checkmark… but then he found pidge and lance and hunk… and keith. the goal changed from getting himself out as quickly as possible to sticking around until each paladin left before him.
and so, things have gotten complicated in these past months.
he’s entangled himself with his best friend, going so far as to become his boyfriend, whatever that means in a place like this. even then, he’s tried not to analyze that decision too deeply, because he knows the moment he does, he’ll find it increasingly difficult to justify what it is that they’re doing. there is no future here. even if they weren’t the paladins of voltron and held responsible for the safety of their universe, they can’t stay in a place that compromises their autonomy each and every day. this is a doomed relationship.
they’re merely… what? enjoying each other until they go home? it sounds bad when put like that, but it’s the truth nonetheless. again, the thought that they ought to be focusing on their sheets together threatens to settle firmly in his head and derail him in the moment, but just as before, he brushes it to the back of his mind. it’s going to be more difficult after this. the last month has been about growing together and ensuring that tonight would be beneficial, rather than detrimental to their relationship. now, they’re in the process of achieving that, so what next will shiro focus on? what’s the next goal? the original one of finishing the sheet quickly?
god, he wasn’t supposed to become attached like this. neither was keith. but now keith’s talking about not wanting to leave without him, that he wants to be with him always. and frankly? it makes shiro swell and warm, absolutely delighted by the confirmation of keith’s feelings… but then he does exactly what he tries not to do: he overthinks it. there’s no possible way in which that can work and if they start hoping for some way… if they get sidetracked trying to make a way…
he thinks of his keith in his own timeline. he’s different from this one. they aren’t the same in action, nor in feeling… but perhaps the potential for something is there. that’s the only comfort he can find in all of this, though even that feels shallow and oddly unwanted. is that how keith feels about the shiro in his timeline? ]
You will be. [ he smiles a weak, brittle thing, eyes not at all matching the curve as they take on an apologetic shine. ] You have your Shiro waiting for you.
[ that reply shouldn't come as any kind of surprise or disappointment, but the blow lands like a one-two punch to the gut. without meaning to, keith grimaces and looks away.
his shiro. right. the one keith has barely talked to since his extracted from the black lion. in shiro's defense, there hasn't been much time or privacy since they lost the castle of lions, but still. there's so much between them that has gone unspoken over the course of the war that it's almost easier not to ta;k in some regards. what would shiro even say if keith were to tell him he's sorry that he didn't pick up on the clone situation sooner? that he's sorry he wasn't there when shiro was trapped in the black lion desperately struggling to reach out to the other paladins for help?
you couldn't have known. let's focus on the war.
a plethora of empty, dismissive pragmatism sound off leaving keith with nothing further to say. the thing is...? maybe he deserves that for having failed his shiro so miserably. and perhapsthe truth of the matter is that he's failing this shiro as well, by being a distraction. by failing to be transparent about the decline of their friendship in his reality. by making him second guess their proimary objective which has always been going back home to finish the war.
what the fuck does keith wanting to stay with him have to do with anything?
feeling increasingly stupid, keith bites the inside of his lip and hides his face in the hollow of shiro's throat. keith allows himself that safe respite for several beats before finally pulling himself together to face the fact that this shiro doesn't consider himself his shiro without fracturing.
with a deep breath, keith sits up enough to, eyes on collarbone rather than on his boyfriend's face and says as evenly as possible: ]
[ the cum isn’t even dry yet and here they are, talking about things that run the risk of turning this intermission into a permanent hiatus. keith sits up and shiro feels the dread fill his lungs with the next breath. he’s gone and said the wrong thing, hasn’t he? what they mean to each other and what the future holds for them is a conversation they need to have; truthfully, sex is the prime time to verbalize how they feel. but it’s tainted with the realization that how they feel doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. so why are they talking about it now, when they could have left it at special and kept to that blissful happiness?
it’s not keith’s fault, he reminds himself. shiro said too much, too, and encouraged the boy into the kind of honesty that their situation doesn’t allow for. even so, it’s easy to give into the general frustration: at prison sentences, at himself for becoming compromised, at keith for saying out loud the things he wants, that they both want but aren’t allowed to say…
and for cornering him with that.
caught off guard, he visibly hesitates, eyes blinking wider and hands squeezing, briefly, at keith’s hips. the answer is easy: yes. yes, of course, he misses the keith from his reality. that keith is the brat kid who stole his jeep, broke his records, and kept him perpetually on his toes. he’s also the boy turned man who became shiro’s steady support through the most confusing times of his life. the incidents in which he’s compared notes with the keith before him, their pasts have aligned, so in that sense, this keith could be that very same boy. but he’s not just that boy. whereas shiro has watched ( most ) of his keith’s growth, this keith has gone beyond that. he’s calmer than his keith. more mature and more together; the confidence isn’t forever strong, but this keith has a presence to him that his keith hasn’t grown into yet.
they’re similar in so many ways, yet vastly unique in others. understanding this, shiro appreciates them both for different reasons… but he continues to hesitate, unable to let go of the suspicion that keith is in the midst of pulling away. that shiro is one wrong answer away from having keith call it for the night. why wouldn’t he think that? keith can’t even look him in the eyes. ]
[ without intending to, keith's gaze flicks up to lock eyes with shiro. in many ways, the answer being a careful hedge and accusation rolled into one is all the answer he needs, but rather than rise to whatever bait's being laid out, keith deflates instead. ]
I didn't mean for it to be.
[ soft and quiet, keith falls silent for several beats afterwards. perhaps shiro is right to call it that? after all, what exactly does asking that accomplish? expression faltering with the beginnings of a scowl, keith gives shiro's shoulders a squeeze before rolling off to the side to lie flat on his back once again. ]
don't know where I was going with that. [ eyes on the ceiling, keith allows himself a deep sigh before turning to give shiro a wan, half smile that doesn't reach his eyes. ]
You wanted to play with my ass, yeah? Should I get back on my knees or...?
[ five seconds spent and shiro has regrets. when has keith ever been intricately sly? he’s blunt and straightforward; it’s preposterous of shiro to believe there’d been some carefully crafted gotcha moment embedded in that question. so, to the disappointment of everyone involved, shiro grew defensive with building suspicion and blue balled himself into a corner. perfect. keith’s gracious – or defeated – enough to not escalate the tension.
he does leave though, just as shiro feared he would. not far, at least; he’s right there beside him, well within reach… and yet, the distance feels exponentially larger than the scant inches. feeling uncertain, awkward, and most of all, disappointed, shiro doesn’t twist onto his side. he stays on his back and listens to keith sigh, staring up at the ceiling as he tries to find equilibrium again. remarkably, keith is recovering faster than him. keith is the one making the valiant effort to push through and change the focus. for his part, shiro continues to disappoint, because he’s lagging and fretting, fixated on the pitch of keith’s voice and the phrasing of his words.
the confidence is gone. the excitement is gone. all that’s left is some meager attempt to distract them from the now very obvious elephant in the room. shiro appreciates the effort, truly, but will he take keith up on it? slowly, he turns his head to the side, looking at keith and matching him, almost exactly, in the voided smile that doesn’t go any further than his lips. ]
You don’t sound enthused by the prospect. You don't have to do anything on my account.
[ and maybe that’s shiro’s cue to coax keith into being excited, but it’s difficult to see past the emptiness of that smile. ]
[ it's easy to fall prey to regret. after all, if he'd just kept his mouth shut after letting shiro know he's special, then this wouldn't be happening right now. keith is well accustomed to being a harbinger of awkwardness and a murderer of conversation, but it doesn't make the aftermath any easier to navigate.
even more so now, when his best friend and boyfriend turns to look at him with an equally dysphoric smile. perhaps that's entirely fitting. whats there to be happy about when considering the expiry date of their relationship? keith allows himself to sit in that thought for several beats as he quietly reaches to take shiro's hand in his.
thing is though, shiro's fingers are slick from their combined cum, and the knowledge makes determination flare where where melanchoyy had frozen over. ot was only moments ago that they were finally fucking each other, stripped of all pretense and stripped down to the soul. prison has taken a lot from them -- freedom, bodily autonomy, dignity. but a dwindling hope for the future isn't something keith wants to add to that fucking list of things prison has wrung out of him.
grip tightening hard on shiro's fingers, keith lets out a heavy exhale before rolling closer to catch shiro's lips in a biting kiss. ]
Shut up.
[ hardly the most appropriate response, but keith couldn't care less about the fucking script. ]
I'm not humoring you. I want you. And this place is the the only place I get to have you.
[ he pulls away to sit up. ]
I'm nervous. I don't know what this stuff m ybody makes even is or what it tastes like. I don't want you to be disgusted by it if it tastes bad. But you're gonna taste it anyway.
[ a beat. ]
Just a question of whether you get me on my knees or if I go over there and sit on your face.
[ the ways in which shiro appreciates keith are numerous, from his hardwon, yet everlasting loyalty to his precious, soft-heartedness that is so often overlooked. there’s another aspect that he absolutely values, despite it garnering keith a bad wrap that stems all the way back to junior high: his fight. it’s true that keith has not always channeled it in the best ways, but at least he has that kind of spirit in him; the no nonsense, shoot from the hip drive to get through any situation. it’s why shiro believes keith will make a good leader of voltron if the worst ever happens. although unconventional, keith’s got the tenacity required to cut out the bullshit, identify the problem and do what is required to see things done.
keith’s strong. every obstacle that’s been forced in his path has only made him stronger and although, the softer parts of shiro’s soul wish keith didn’t have those experiences, they are absolutely necessary to have made keith into the person he is. and shiro loves the person keith has become, both in his reality and in this one.
even so, even with all of that said, he’s thrown by the pushback. fingers tingling from the hard squeeze and lips tingling, too, as they part open in the aftermath of that hard kiss, shiro blinks shocked. he does exactly what he’s told to do though: he shuts up and remains shut up. actually, he snaps his lips closed. now he remains shut up. watching keith move with plain fascination, shiro is comically – and embarrassingly – awed in the way he looks at keith, absolutely spun on how keith simply decides to take control and rework the path they’re set on.
it shouldn’t be so easy. the ill-felt feelings of not even a minute ago should not dissipate into nothing, not when the issue is on-going and inescapable, but here shiro is nonetheless, feeling heat and amusement and – fuck, desire flow through him, filling in all the gaps that left him cold moments ago. keith’s kind of hot when he’s bossy. the thought comes to him and, helpless to it, shiro laughs, bringing his hands up to push through his own hair, forcing his floof back. ]
Damn, Keith, you’ve been holding back.
[ there’s nothing stilted about his smile this time. genuine and amused, it brightens his face as he wets his lips with his tongue and then playfully smacks them together. ]
Come here. [ keith is gorgeous on his knees, with his back arched and his ass presented high. shiro would like to see it in full sometime, of keith’s face pressed into the bedding, framed by clutching fists. tempting, so very tempting, but – ] Sit on my face. I want you to smother me.
[ holding back on what precisely? as far as keith's concerned, all he's doing at present is caving to irritation with the universe writ large, and dragging shiro along. it's hard to deny that it feels good though, in the moment, like defiance is in some way remolding the atmosphere into something a pinch more palatable.
perhaps that's paradoxical. it wasn't that long ago that keith was wholly uncertain about letting shiro go anywhere near his ass with his mouth, but with everything between them being measured out in finite doses until some inevitable, bitter end, a possessive greed flares bright and hot in keith's arteries. ill-advised as that may be, keith can't say he cares. not now. perhaps only later when they're realities apart and he's staring down a white-haired shiro who doesn't want him, but that's a problem to be tackled in the future.
in the present, this shiro who refuses to be his shiro, is grinning at him. encouraging him. and keith grins right back, closing the distance between them to straddle him at the shoulders.
sit on my face had been the instruction, but keith takes a quick detour by grabbing his soft cock and letting it flop on shiro's lips. ]
Kiss me here first.
[ again, it should be strange to be issuing that kind of demand. not too long ago, it'd been simpler to allow shiro to do as he pleased while murmuring his assent and desire for all the attention. but with the tables turned and with keith now on top, he's finding he likes this too. being pushy, demanding and setting the tone to dropkick the melancholy far far away. ]
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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.
LISTEN. I AM ONLY POINTING OUT POINTS ONF DIFFERENCE.
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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and so, things have gotten complicated in these past months.
he’s entangled himself with his best friend, going so far as to become his boyfriend, whatever that means in a place like this. even then, he’s tried not to analyze that decision too deeply, because he knows the moment he does, he’ll find it increasingly difficult to justify what it is that they’re doing. there is no future here. even if they weren’t the paladins of voltron and held responsible for the safety of their universe, they can’t stay in a place that compromises their autonomy each and every day. this is a doomed relationship.
they’re merely… what? enjoying each other until they go home? it sounds bad when put like that, but it’s the truth nonetheless. again, the thought that they ought to be focusing on their sheets together threatens to settle firmly in his head and derail him in the moment, but just as before, he brushes it to the back of his mind. it’s going to be more difficult after this. the last month has been about growing together and ensuring that tonight would be beneficial, rather than detrimental to their relationship. now, they’re in the process of achieving that, so what next will shiro focus on? what’s the next goal? the original one of finishing the sheet quickly?
god, he wasn’t supposed to become attached like this. neither was keith. but now keith’s talking about not wanting to leave without him, that he wants to be with him always. and frankly? it makes shiro swell and warm, absolutely delighted by the confirmation of keith’s feelings… but then he does exactly what he tries not to do: he overthinks it. there’s no possible way in which that can work and if they start hoping for some way… if they get sidetracked trying to make a way…
he thinks of his keith in his own timeline. he’s different from this one. they aren’t the same in action, nor in feeling… but perhaps the potential for something is there. that’s the only comfort he can find in all of this, though even that feels shallow and oddly unwanted. is that how keith feels about the shiro in his timeline? ]
You will be. [ he smiles a weak, brittle thing, eyes not at all matching the curve as they take on an apologetic shine. ] You have your Shiro waiting for you.
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his shiro. right. the one keith has barely talked to since his extracted from the black lion. in shiro's defense, there hasn't been much time or privacy since they lost the castle of lions, but still. there's so much between them that has gone unspoken over the course of the war that it's almost easier not to ta;k in some regards. what would shiro even say if keith were to tell him he's sorry that he didn't pick up on the clone situation sooner? that he's sorry he wasn't there when shiro was trapped in the black lion desperately struggling to reach out to the other paladins for help?
you couldn't have known. let's focus on the war.
a plethora of empty, dismissive pragmatism sound off leaving keith with nothing further to say. the thing is...? maybe he deserves that for having failed his shiro so miserably. and perhapsthe truth of the matter is that he's failing this shiro as well, by being a distraction. by failing to be transparent about the decline of their friendship in his reality. by making him second guess their proimary objective which has always been going back home to finish the war.
what the fuck does keith wanting to stay with him have to do with anything?
feeling increasingly stupid, keith bites the inside of his lip and hides his face in the hollow of shiro's throat. keith allows himself that safe respite for several beats before finally pulling himself together to face the fact that this shiro doesn't consider himself his shiro without fracturing.
with a deep breath, keith sits up enough to, eyes on collarbone rather than on his boyfriend's face and says as evenly as possible: ]
... do you miss your Keith?
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it’s not keith’s fault, he reminds himself. shiro said too much, too, and encouraged the boy into the kind of honesty that their situation doesn’t allow for. even so, it’s easy to give into the general frustration: at prison sentences, at himself for becoming compromised, at keith for saying out loud the things he wants, that they both want but aren’t allowed to say…
and for cornering him with that.
caught off guard, he visibly hesitates, eyes blinking wider and hands squeezing, briefly, at keith’s hips. the answer is easy: yes. yes, of course, he misses the keith from his reality. that keith is the brat kid who stole his jeep, broke his records, and kept him perpetually on his toes. he’s also the boy turned man who became shiro’s steady support through the most confusing times of his life. the incidents in which he’s compared notes with the keith before him, their pasts have aligned, so in that sense, this keith could be that very same boy. but he’s not just that boy. whereas shiro has watched ( most ) of his keith’s growth, this keith has gone beyond that. he’s calmer than his keith. more mature and more together; the confidence isn’t forever strong, but this keith has a presence to him that his keith hasn’t grown into yet.
they’re similar in so many ways, yet vastly unique in others. understanding this, shiro appreciates them both for different reasons… but he continues to hesitate, unable to let go of the suspicion that keith is in the midst of pulling away. that shiro is one wrong answer away from having keith call it for the night. why wouldn’t he think that? keith can’t even look him in the eyes. ]
This feels like a trap.
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I didn't mean for it to be.
[ soft and quiet, keith falls silent for several beats afterwards. perhaps shiro is right to call it that? after all, what exactly does asking that accomplish? expression faltering with the beginnings of a scowl, keith gives shiro's shoulders a squeeze before rolling off to the side to lie flat on his back once again. ]
don't know where I was going with that. [ eyes on the ceiling, keith allows himself a deep sigh before turning to give shiro a wan, half smile that doesn't reach his eyes. ]
You wanted to play with my ass, yeah? Should I get back on my knees or...?
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he does leave though, just as shiro feared he would. not far, at least; he’s right there beside him, well within reach… and yet, the distance feels exponentially larger than the scant inches. feeling uncertain, awkward, and most of all, disappointed, shiro doesn’t twist onto his side. he stays on his back and listens to keith sigh, staring up at the ceiling as he tries to find equilibrium again. remarkably, keith is recovering faster than him. keith is the one making the valiant effort to push through and change the focus. for his part, shiro continues to disappoint, because he’s lagging and fretting, fixated on the pitch of keith’s voice and the phrasing of his words.
the confidence is gone. the excitement is gone. all that’s left is some meager attempt to distract them from the now very obvious elephant in the room. shiro appreciates the effort, truly, but will he take keith up on it? slowly, he turns his head to the side, looking at keith and matching him, almost exactly, in the voided smile that doesn’t go any further than his lips. ]
You don’t sound enthused by the prospect. You don't have to do anything on my account.
[ and maybe that’s shiro’s cue to coax keith into being excited, but it’s difficult to see past the emptiness of that smile. ]
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even more so now, when his best friend and boyfriend turns to look at him with an equally dysphoric smile. perhaps that's entirely fitting. whats there to be happy about when considering the expiry date of their relationship? keith allows himself to sit in that thought for several beats as he quietly reaches to take shiro's hand in his.
thing is though, shiro's fingers are slick from their combined cum, and the knowledge makes determination flare where where melanchoyy had frozen over. ot was only moments ago that they were finally fucking each other, stripped of all pretense and stripped down to the soul. prison has taken a lot from them -- freedom, bodily autonomy, dignity. but a dwindling hope for the future isn't something keith wants to add to that fucking list of things prison has wrung out of him.
grip tightening hard on shiro's fingers, keith lets out a heavy exhale before rolling closer to catch shiro's lips in a biting kiss. ]
Shut up.
[ hardly the most appropriate response, but keith couldn't care less about the fucking script. ]
I'm not humoring you. I want you. And this place is the the only place I get to have you.
[ he pulls away to sit up. ]
I'm nervous. I don't know what this stuff m ybody makes even is or what it tastes like. I don't want you to be disgusted by it if it tastes bad. But you're gonna taste it anyway.
[ a beat. ]
Just a question of whether you get me on my knees or if I go over there and sit on your face.
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keith’s strong. every obstacle that’s been forced in his path has only made him stronger and although, the softer parts of shiro’s soul wish keith didn’t have those experiences, they are absolutely necessary to have made keith into the person he is. and shiro loves the person keith has become, both in his reality and in this one.
even so, even with all of that said, he’s thrown by the pushback. fingers tingling from the hard squeeze and lips tingling, too, as they part open in the aftermath of that hard kiss, shiro blinks shocked. he does exactly what he’s told to do though: he shuts up and remains shut up. actually, he snaps his lips closed. now he remains shut up. watching keith move with plain fascination, shiro is comically – and embarrassingly – awed in the way he looks at keith, absolutely spun on how keith simply decides to take control and rework the path they’re set on.
it shouldn’t be so easy. the ill-felt feelings of not even a minute ago should not dissipate into nothing, not when the issue is on-going and inescapable, but here shiro is nonetheless, feeling heat and amusement and – fuck, desire flow through him, filling in all the gaps that left him cold moments ago. keith’s kind of hot when he’s bossy. the thought comes to him and, helpless to it, shiro laughs, bringing his hands up to push through his own hair, forcing his floof back. ]
Damn, Keith, you’ve been holding back.
[ there’s nothing stilted about his smile this time. genuine and amused, it brightens his face as he wets his lips with his tongue and then playfully smacks them together. ]
Come here. [ keith is gorgeous on his knees, with his back arched and his ass presented high. shiro would like to see it in full sometime, of keith’s face pressed into the bedding, framed by clutching fists. tempting, so very tempting, but – ] Sit on my face. I want you to smother me.
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perhaps that's paradoxical. it wasn't that long ago that keith was wholly uncertain about letting shiro go anywhere near his ass with his mouth, but with everything between them being measured out in finite doses until some inevitable, bitter end, a possessive greed flares bright and hot in keith's arteries. ill-advised as that may be, keith can't say he cares. not now. perhaps only later when they're realities apart and he's staring down a white-haired shiro who doesn't want him, but that's a problem to be tackled in the future.
in the present, this shiro who refuses to be his shiro, is grinning at him. encouraging him. and keith grins right back, closing the distance between them to straddle him at the shoulders.
sit on my face had been the instruction, but keith takes a quick detour by grabbing his soft cock and letting it flop on shiro's lips. ]
Kiss me here first.
[ again, it should be strange to be issuing that kind of demand. not too long ago, it'd been simpler to allow shiro to do as he pleased while murmuring his assent and desire for all the attention. but with the tables turned and with keith now on top, he's finding he likes this too. being pushy, demanding and setting the tone to dropkick the melancholy far far away. ]
Make me hard.
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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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