[ 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. ]
[ there’s a certain expectation here and it isn’t being met. when he said sit on his face, he envisioned keith giving a smile and a shy turn, to then scoot and straddle facing the other way. it's still workable. if he grabs keith by the hips and drags him higher and across his face, shiro can get access to what he was promised, it’ll just be a little more… muffled. smothered. though, he did say that, too, didn’t he? so maybe shiro is the one who has his expectations confused.
let it not be said that shiro is a stubborn, unwilling man. he can be quite amenable to compromise and here, with the alternative being just as agreeable as the original, shiro is all too willing to put his mouth to good use. seems fair, anyway, since shiro promised keith this some time ago. shiro could even say he’s impressed by the turnabout. it isn’t too often that he’s bested and this feels like that, like a tiny power struggle that now has keith leading them through. he finds that he likes it: submitting to him, if only slightly and temporarily. ]
Okay.
[ the commentary is entirely unneeded. playful, though, in how his lips move underneath keith’s softened cock. puckering them shortly thereafter, shiro kisses just as requested. ordered, more like. editing the progression of his own thoughts makes him laugh, puffing little bits of breath against the cock still just lying across his mouth. it should be in his mouth, he decides, and with that, he opens and coaxes it in with a laving of his tongue. lips enclose next and then he’s suckling with gentle pressure, eyes still open and watching keith the whole time.
they’ve done this before. the very first time shiro sucked this cock, actually. from velvet soft to hard, angled ridges, shiro remembers how disorientating it had been to map out that cock as it not only hardened but changed inside his mouth. looking back, now that he knows the identity, it’s a funny, rather fond story, not that shiro will be repeating that here. he knows what to expect now and so, he lacks all inhibition as he draws the suckles longer and deeper, tongue sliding along the underside.
the only hitch is that it doesn’t last. he reaches with his left hand and opens his mouth, fingers encircling to lift the cock free. not far. laughing a delighted sound, shiro kisses the head and then coos: ]
I like it when you’re bossy. [ his tongue comes into play again, sliding around the tip and down, to where his fingers are holding. back up, he pulls his tongue back inside and presses another kiss to keith’s cock. as always, he’s watching keith, gaze alight with amusement. ] Kinda hot.
[ control is a fleeting thing when there's a chasm of differential in experience. sure, keith's been fucked before and knows how getting his cock sucked feels well enough not to do anything terribly virginal, but this isn't sex in a purely mechanical form as it had been with anon. it's sex with shiro, and his boyfriend has been opening his eyes to the fact that sex isn't just about how well keith can keep a gag reflex or a choke at bay, or how easily his hole can stretch and welcome a girthy cock inside -- no. there's a fucking art to this seduction thing that all the "how to be a good mate" classes had failed to drill into keith's skull.
instinctively, he knows he's not meant to go lax at the gentle brush of shiro's moving lips on his still sensitive cock. and he's almost certainly not meant to whimper pitifully when shiro parts his lips and the cockhead dips inside the wet heat of his boy's mouth. keith knows all this, and fails completely to execute on projecting an air of sexy and in control. breath hitching, his hands cage around shiro's head, fingers gripping large ears as his cock twitches with hopeless interest throguh the steady sucking and mouthing. ]
Fuck.....
[ whined softly as keith's eyes flutter shut, his grip tightens, flattening and tugging on shiro's ears. as quickly as it starts however, shiro maneuvers keith's cock out of his mouth, leaving him feeling a wildly confusing mix of overheated and freezing where saliva cools on his dick. keith opens his eyes, looking down at shiro with a partly vacant expression.
i like when you're bossy.
fuck. almost dumbly, keith starts to reply with an i like it too, but catches the words on the tip of his tongue. swallowing hard, keith gathers himself with a few puffs of deep breath then lets go of shiro's head to lift up onto his knees. ]
I'm gonna fuck your mouth until my cock gets hard enough to fuck your throat. And you're gonna finger my ass as you take it. Then if you're good, I'll turn for you.
[ orders in this capacity feel strange. even hearing the heated desire thick in his voice feels wrong somehow, but something about it feels right, too. hell, merely giving voice to this makes his cock throb in anticipation.
shifting up onto his hands and knees, keith spreads his legs wider, hands clutching the sheets just above shiro's head, positioning so that his cock head hovers above shiro's lips. the pose is lewd as hell, but perhaps that's part of the messed up joy in this. ]
Got that?
[ giving himself a quick pump, keith looks down the line of his body and feeds the tip into shiro's waiting mouth. ]
[ there keith goes again, feeding into shiro’s expanding desire to be a good, obedient boy. it’s not entirely foreign; he’s always been a bit of a people pleaser, with a track record that, on paper, says he’s good and proper and definitely not a rulebreaker. of course, golden boy extraordinaire is vastly different than lying on his back, opening his mouth and allowing himself to be used like a cocksleeve, but it does ping at that same urge to not only gain approval, but to set himself apart. he’s not only going to be good, he’s going to be great; so much so that even though he’s the one on his back, he’s going to wreck this boy.
and be wrecked, too, it seems. keith isn’t mincing words; he truly intends to fuck his throat, doesn’t he? has to, because the boy’s moving and splitting his thighs further, granting himself the kind of leverage that will work into strong rolls of those hips. challenges are what shiro is made for, but fuck, he has the smallest kernel of uncertainty on how this is going to go. for all his experience, he’s never actually been in this position, waiting to have his face fucked. even then, if he were familiar with the angle, would that truly prepare him? keith’s cock isn’t exactly easy to take.
said cock is now hanging before him, the lean of keith’s body blocking out the lights in the cube and casting shiro in shadow. it makes him more aware of the heat in his face and the flush climbing down his throat to his collarbones. fuck, for whatever reservations he may have, his mouth is wet. filled. he’s salivating like a starving man, so of course the moment that brush comes, shiro’s lips part open, not only to welcome him in with a loll of his tongue, but to breathe words against, around him. ]
Yeah. [ he’s got it. just thinking of keith’s orders again has him shivering. ] I’ll earn your ass.
[ no more talking. that’s the last of it. reaching up with both hands, shiro grabs keith, first, by the hips to coax him into a deeper split. the ease of keith’s flexibility does things to shiro; he’s so malleable, a fact that shiro hasn’t been able to take advantage of in their many, many rendezvouses. he’ll be fixing that, he thinks. for now, however, he suckles at the cute, softened thing in his mouth, trying to draw out those ridges.
he doesn’t intend to lead keith. after that first pull, he relaxes his hands and skirts them behind to cup each cheek of keith’s perky ass. a squeeze to settle the clench in shiro’s belly that makes him want to squirm and then he’s curling the fingers of his left to the seam of his ass. it’s such a mess back there. should be messier, he thinks. will be messier. remnants of lube and keith’s uniqueness keep him slick. he’s loose, too. already having played here minutes ago, shiro foregoes the slow ease and simply pushes his index inside until his base knuckle bumps. it’s tempting to go rooting around for glands to mercilessly harass, but shiro keeps it simple: when keith fucks into his mouth, he drags his finger out, only to meet him on the back-roll. together, they’re fucking each other in turn.
as for his mouth? shiro closes his eyes and focuses on staying relaxed. pliant, he keeps his head steady and forward, chin slightly pointed up to open his throat and keep his airway. it’s not so difficult at first, when keith is smaller and softer, but moments drag by and he feels the change happen against his tongue. the spread of his lips grows wider and the opening of his throat is teased further. breathing harshly through his nose, he continues to tell himself to relax, to take it – and he does. he hasn’t choked yet, even with the excess of saliva that’s pooling in his mouth and making a mess of his lips every time keith draws out.
daringly, he gives into a moan and lifts his galra hand, being careful not to hit too hard when he gives keith's ass cheek a quick smack. come on, fuck him. ]
[ it's over. one shallow thrust of his hips in, and keith knows it's over. even when he's the one on top, driving his cock into shiro's pliant, waiting mouth, telling his boyfriend to take it and be good, it's still keith who is putting on a show.
shiro's mouth is wet and hot around his stiffening cock, his finger fucks him deep on the pullout -- everything is seemingly effortless and perfect on shiro's part and keith is rapidly melting away like a burning candle. unable to take his eyes off the close eyed focus on shiro's face, keith murmurs soft nothings and curses under his breath as his cock twitches firm over the course of a few shallow thrusts. the minute twitch of his hips become even gentler as keith takes in the added stretch of shiro's lips around newly formed ridges as they graze back and forth. lust drunk on the obscenity, pre beads readily at his cockhead. seized by something wildly possessive, keith bumps the back of shiro's throat, wanting to smear his pre there for his boy to swallow down. ]
Look at you....
[ boice husky and slurred, keith draws back enough to take the pressure off of shiro's throat, not wanting to breach it. not yet anyway. all this time that anon had sucked on his dick, he had thought it was good, but now getting to watch the strain of shiro's face as he struggles to accept his mouthful, keith finally understands the enormity of what he's been missing out on. he's never consciously thought of himself as a masochist before but with his cock lodged in shiro's waiting mouth and his hole stuffed and slick, keith has to wonder why exactly he'd denied himself this for so long.
and why he's apparently still hesitating to do exactly as he said he would.
evidently shiro loses patience with him because while keith muses in a thick fog of desire , shiro raises his metal hand and brings it down on his asscheek with a resounding slap. ]
Ah!
[ equal parts surprised and pained, keith flinches forward only to moan incoherently when the reflex drives his cock deeper into shiro's tight throat. his whole body erupts into gooseflesh, shivering as his cock and ass throb and pulse, hole squeezing tight around shiro's finger as a fresh wave of hot slick starts to trickle.
panting hard and quickly losing sight of anything other than chasing his own pleasure, keith twists his fingers around shiro's forelock, while planting his other hand firmly onto the bed as he starts fucking in and out of shiro's mouth and throat in earnest. ]
Fuck, you're so hot and tight, Shiro,I -- [ words cutting off into a pitched moan, keith squeezes his eyes shut as he pushes in deep, ridges swallowed up and squeezed in the narrow channel of smooth muscle. is this how shiro feels when his cock pushes inside him? overheated, fluttery, dizzy, unraveling, and so unbearably ready to burst into thousands of stars? throwing his head back, keith manages to choke out a pinched ]
Gonna cum, gonna take it all, Shiro!
[ unable to hold anything back, keith screams that name as he pops his cockhead in and out of shiro's throat one final time. he'd ruined this for himself the first time, fingers urgently strangling the base of his cock to keep from bursting with cum out of some instinct to make things last longer. but the rules are different now, and keith's head is full of buzzing and heady panting as his cock jerks and spills while lodged deep once, twice, then his body goes weak and keith slips out to impale himself on that finger, ascending to some blissful other plane with shimmering stars dancing around a midnight sky.
eyes glazed over and unfocused, keith holds shiro's face throughout as his cock softens and slips out of his mouth. unable to speak, and barely able to breathe, keith folds low to bump their lips together. ]
Wow.... you must really want my ass, huh....
[ still clearly dazed, keith parts his lips to lazily chase after his own taste in shiro's mouth. sloppy and boneless, he pulls away moments later to turn and starfish on top of shiro, caging his head between spread thighs. ]
[ shiro hardly feels the twisting of his forelock. his throat is being assaulted. before, he’d been saturating his mouth with spit, with drool, trying to swallow the bit of taste the opening of his throat was being lathered with. it’s a lot, though; things that run together without thought any other time become a task in focus. breathing and swallowing take effort, and mostly, shiro only manages the first with any sort of success. he’s a sopping, wet mess, especially when keith leverages his weight and begins to thrust in earnest. his breath stutters to a stop the first time those ridges dig deep into his throat, garbling in wet, ruined noises until his throat is released. still, he doesn’t draw a breath and so, his body gives into a shallow swallow, lips, tongue and throat working together for one, blissful moment before keith’s pushing his cock right back down. his throat clenches, windpipe blocked and he jerks on the beginnings of a choke. it doesn’t take, not completely, not when keith draws right back out.
shiro rides that edge, overwhelmed and near choking, for a few more thrusts. he’s part drowning in his own spit, but his saving grace is that keith is more overwhelmed than he is. keith calls his name and shiro blearily opens his eyes. the angle does him no favors; he doesn’t get to see the peak wreck keith’s face in the most lovely, addictive of ways. opening his eyes does, however, make him suddenly more aware of how full his mouth and throat are. he chokes on that last one, throat closing around keith’s cockhead and making that last drag all the more tighter. he coughs on a mouthful and then keith is shoving right through that constriction, shooting a load straight down his quivering throat.
shiro thrashes, squirming across the sheets as he tries to survive the magnitude of keith’s orgasm. he does, of course, but only because he stops breathing altogether to gulp and gobble, throat already feeling raw as he swallows whatever is given to him. it feels like an eternity in the moment, but once it’s over, with keith sitting back on his finger and slipping from his mouth, shiro laments how quickly it's ended.
he’s mollified by keith taking his mouth in another way, kissing him deep and filthy, the two of them fighting over keith’s taste. shiro doesn’t have much fight in him, honestly. he’s sluggish in the touch of his tongue, his swallows slower and disjointed as he works on refilling his lungs to normalcy. even that ends too quickly. soon enough, keith is turned away and blanketing his body, telling shiro that he has, more or less, earned his ass.
one, two, three – shiro laughs, the sound so thin and so worn that it comes across more as a heavy huff. technically, didn’t keith say he was going to fuck shiro’s mouth and take his finger until he was hard? somehow, that turned into another orgasm. from a boy who cut off his own orgasm to one eagerly allowing shiro to give him many, keith is turning into quite the greedy boy. to be fair, shiro did say he was going to wring multitudes of orgasms out of him. he wonders how many he actually will by the end of the night.
eager to find out, shiro hums and lifts vaguely shaking hands to frame keith’s ass. ]
You say it as though you aren’t already mine.
[ even though it takes effort to say it, the sentiment itself is effortless. it comes easy and freely, shiro speaking without thought. it’s only after that he thinks, oh, that’s a tease that crosses a line that shiro has decided to draw. they aren’t meant to be each other’s. they have their own realities and their own responsibilities; there are genuine feelings here, he can’t hope to deny that any longer, but they have no room for lasting attachments. so, hoping to cut off any retort, he squeezes keith’s ass cheeks and pulls them apart, putting keith on full display.
he’s supposed to have an aversion to this. ass-eating in itself is, by most people’s standards, a nasty activity. not to shiro, though. shiro clears that opinion without a second thought. it’s the unusualness of keith’s biology that should have him reconsidering. this boy is drenched in fluid. his hole is drizzling, a string of slick connected between his ass cheeks, stretching, stretching until it loses viscosity and breaks. it’s there at his inner thighs too, so much of the excess dripping down to make him sticky. who the hell knows what that even tastes like; shiro certainly doesn’t. but instead of easing into it with a tentative drag of his finger to pop a small amount in his mouth, shiro keeps his hands grasping and lifts his head.
see, there’s an addictive quality to it already and shiro hasn’t even tasted him. it’s there in the inner lining of keith’s hole. rings; there are rings of pink and purple, mesmerizing in their pattern. so yes, shiro’s curiosity blooms and soon, he puts his mouth to keith’s hole, the push of his tongue made easy by the looseness of keith’s rim. and how is that curiosity rewarded? with sweetness. the taste that touches his tongue is sweet; a little earthy, a little floral, a little minerally, there’s a richness to it that is satiating on his palate. he quickly decides that he likes the heaviness of the flavor. so, he greedily licks around and inside keith’s hole, swallowing what he can before pressing his lips flush, creating a seal for him to suck deep and to suck hard. ]
Edited (i put rings of red and purple, when it's clearly supposed to be PINK and purple) 2023-02-17 04:19 (UTC)
[ still feeling boneless on top of shiro, keith manages only a tiny squirm when hands grab at slap reddened asscheeks and pull. the stinging hasn't ebbed completely, though it's dulled into a distant throb that vaguely pulses in tie with the one in his empty balls. does it feel good or raw from sensitivity? keith honestly couldn't even say.
whatever cluster of neurons hasn't been thoroughly blitzed by post-climax bliss are busy processing that heavy tease. it wasn't all that long ago that shiro brushed off any concept of a real future together with a cold reminder of the shiro from his reality. for whatever it's worth, they're boyfriends in this shitty prison facility, but the label means precious little outside of that.
yours. mine. already mine.
yeah, there's a lot of truth to that-- boyfriends and all. they've promised each other that intimacy beyond what's created by a physical, mechanical mashing together of genitals inhabits a universe that only for the two of them. what else os that, if not yours?
chest full of sudden heartache, keith forgets to be nervous about the prospect of shiro actually tasting the slick coming out of his body. fingers pull his hole open, muscle fluttering at the gape and only then does keith remember the fucking mystery that might end in shiro recoiling in disgust. not that he gets any time to act on it beyond a slurred: ]
Mm, waii -- oh.....
[ an electric jolt makes keith spasm, toes curling and fingers tight around shiro's hips. hole fluttering around the heat of shiro's tongue, keith swallows and makes a second attempt to speak. ]
Oh fuck...
[ eloquence all but dies as shiro presse his lips firmly on his ass and sucks. whining high, keit's soft cock twitches as, as shiro's mouth coaxes out a fresh stream of slick. keith groans, body tensing and relaxing as he panting heavily through his mouth. he opens his eyes blearily, awash in tingling and rippling gooseflesh, still uncertain of what it is shiro's thinking.
neutral? good? hopefully not patiently putting up with bad?? s little afraid of what the answer might be, keith lets go of his boyfriend's hipbones to wrap his figners around shiro's soft cock. gripping loose around the base, keith strokes up and down the shaft, stretching out as he can to press th etip of his tongue to the cock head's slit. ]
You said... [ voice heady, keith licks urgently, eager to catch shiro's pre on his tongue. you said. well. shiro's said a lot of things. but keith doesn't feel like voicing any of them. ] .... I want that. Show me what being yours is like. Make me take it. RUin me for everyone else.
[ including for shiro himsel? confusion for what the fuck he's even saying threatens to bloom into furhter heartache, but the sentiment only lasts as long as the next hard suck at his hole. ]
Edited 2023-02-18 22:04 (UTC)
i just... will keith ever find out that he has a beet booty
[ there’s plenty of amusement to be felt whenever keith tries to carry a conversation in the midst of certain activities. passing notes back and forth really didn’t do it justice; it being the way keith’s voice cuts off mid-word, either for stunned silence or a pitchy breath that more often than not, collapses into a shaky moan. keith sounds good, the kind of good that shiro would, honestly, be content to listen to on repeat for an embarrassing amount of time. it’s made better when kitten licks spread across his cockhead, keith still attempting some sort of speech even as his tongue is so clearly occupied elsewhere. shiro huffs something akin to a laugh, but settles into a groan in the next breath. he can’t say he’s disappointed when keith rallies enough to get through full sentences, because although the end result doesn’t have keith uselessly babbling nonsensical, start-stop sentiments, it does give shiro a very, very satisfying goal.
one more hard suck, one more swallow, and then shiro lets the weight of his head drag him back to the mattress, breathing heavy to let keith hear the laboring of his lungs. ]
Sure, baby. [ whether it’s the breathlessness or the rawness of his throat, both from keith’s earlier treatment and now his own of harsh suction, his voice is a few pitches deeper. hard, heavy, husky, he sounds a strange amalgamation of strong and weak. ] I’ll ruin you.
[ cooed, it’s a promise, presented with a teasing uptilt, as though he’s the one doing keith the favor here with no ulterior motivation. see, shiro’s said it before and he still stands by it: he won’t throw a fit if keith finds himself drawn to another prisoner and scratches an aphro-induced itch. he won’t like it, but he can’t exactly hold keith to the terms of faithfulness that is otherwise expected in a traditional relationship. so ruining keith for everyone else? shiro doesn’t need that, in theory.
… but he does want that. of course he wants that. shiro’s a traditional boy, with traditional ideas of how relationships work: date, present a ring, get married, live happily ever after. his perception of that has been battered over the years, first with a diagnosis that would heavily influence what a happy ending for him would entail and second, with a collapsed engagement that had him questioning the whole process. dump a year and counting of trauma on top of that and – yeah, he’s a bit of a mess when it comes to committing himself to anything beyond what is – was – currently expected of him from voltron. nonetheless, the shred of innocence he has left in him still wants to want that: a partner, a husband, a life separate from the course he’s set on.
sometimes, when he’s picturing himself after the war and back on earth, it’s keith he sees there beside him. not just keith, this keith. nonsensically, he’s attached, even as he sees the error in it. this is a fleeting relationship, but as long as he remembers that, it’s okay to slip up in fantasy from time to time. this can be another one of those moments: a playful, non-serious reprieve, more teasing than actual. so he’s not truly invested in claiming this boy to some sort of end that keeps him from straying, even unintentionally. whatever happens, happens… it’s not like he’s actually set on overwhelming this boy with pleasure until the very makings of his body and soul know he belongs to shiro.
so him turning his hands in and inching his fingers toward keith’s candy-striped hole is the natural progression of the foreplay, not him finding a point of ruin. swiping through the next drizzle of slick, shiro gets it between and on his fingers. both sets: two indexes, two middles. ]
But I need to be harder to fuck you. Take me into your mouth, pretty boy. Warm me up.
[ and don’t mind shiro as he dips the two fingers of his left. even with his prior fingering, taking two fingers at once is likely a stretch. the motion is smooth, however; made easy by the generous wetness still saturating the inner lining of keith’s asshole. the way his hands are positioned grants him two palmfuls of ass cheeks, to which he squeezes, the left a little less intense than the right. keith best focus on relaxing quickly though, because it won’t be long of letting his fingers sit heavy inside him that shiro then widens keith’s hole with the index of his right, wriggling it inch by inch to join the others, each knuckle swallowed up. ]
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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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let it not be said that shiro is a stubborn, unwilling man. he can be quite amenable to compromise and here, with the alternative being just as agreeable as the original, shiro is all too willing to put his mouth to good use. seems fair, anyway, since shiro promised keith this some time ago. shiro could even say he’s impressed by the turnabout. it isn’t too often that he’s bested and this feels like that, like a tiny power struggle that now has keith leading them through. he finds that he likes it: submitting to him, if only slightly and temporarily. ]
Okay.
[ the commentary is entirely unneeded. playful, though, in how his lips move underneath keith’s softened cock. puckering them shortly thereafter, shiro kisses just as requested. ordered, more like. editing the progression of his own thoughts makes him laugh, puffing little bits of breath against the cock still just lying across his mouth. it should be in his mouth, he decides, and with that, he opens and coaxes it in with a laving of his tongue. lips enclose next and then he’s suckling with gentle pressure, eyes still open and watching keith the whole time.
they’ve done this before. the very first time shiro sucked this cock, actually. from velvet soft to hard, angled ridges, shiro remembers how disorientating it had been to map out that cock as it not only hardened but changed inside his mouth. looking back, now that he knows the identity, it’s a funny, rather fond story, not that shiro will be repeating that here. he knows what to expect now and so, he lacks all inhibition as he draws the suckles longer and deeper, tongue sliding along the underside.
the only hitch is that it doesn’t last. he reaches with his left hand and opens his mouth, fingers encircling to lift the cock free. not far. laughing a delighted sound, shiro kisses the head and then coos: ]
I like it when you’re bossy. [ his tongue comes into play again, sliding around the tip and down, to where his fingers are holding. back up, he pulls his tongue back inside and presses another kiss to keith’s cock. as always, he’s watching keith, gaze alight with amusement. ] Kinda hot.
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instinctively, he knows he's not meant to go lax at the gentle brush of shiro's moving lips on his still sensitive cock. and he's almost certainly not meant to whimper pitifully when shiro parts his lips and the cockhead dips inside the wet heat of his boy's mouth. keith knows all this, and fails completely to execute on projecting an air of sexy and in control. breath hitching, his hands cage around shiro's head, fingers gripping large ears as his cock twitches with hopeless interest throguh the steady sucking and mouthing. ]
Fuck.....
[ whined softly as keith's eyes flutter shut, his grip tightens, flattening and tugging on shiro's ears. as quickly as it starts however, shiro maneuvers keith's cock out of his mouth, leaving him feeling a wildly confusing mix of overheated and freezing where saliva cools on his dick. keith opens his eyes, looking down at shiro with a partly vacant expression.
i like when you're bossy.
fuck. almost dumbly, keith starts to reply with an i like it too, but catches the words on the tip of his tongue. swallowing hard, keith gathers himself with a few puffs of deep breath then lets go of shiro's head to lift up onto his knees. ]
I'm gonna fuck your mouth until my cock gets hard enough to fuck your throat. And you're gonna finger my ass as you take it. Then if you're good, I'll turn for you.
[ orders in this capacity feel strange. even hearing the heated desire thick in his voice feels wrong somehow, but something about it feels right, too. hell, merely giving voice to this makes his cock throb in anticipation.
shifting up onto his hands and knees, keith spreads his legs wider, hands clutching the sheets just above shiro's head, positioning so that his cock head hovers above shiro's lips. the pose is lewd as hell, but perhaps that's part of the messed up joy in this. ]
Got that?
[ giving himself a quick pump, keith looks down the line of his body and feeds the tip into shiro's waiting mouth. ]
i said AM porn, so here it is: AM porn
and be wrecked, too, it seems. keith isn’t mincing words; he truly intends to fuck his throat, doesn’t he? has to, because the boy’s moving and splitting his thighs further, granting himself the kind of leverage that will work into strong rolls of those hips. challenges are what shiro is made for, but fuck, he has the smallest kernel of uncertainty on how this is going to go. for all his experience, he’s never actually been in this position, waiting to have his face fucked. even then, if he were familiar with the angle, would that truly prepare him? keith’s cock isn’t exactly easy to take.
said cock is now hanging before him, the lean of keith’s body blocking out the lights in the cube and casting shiro in shadow. it makes him more aware of the heat in his face and the flush climbing down his throat to his collarbones. fuck, for whatever reservations he may have, his mouth is wet. filled. he’s salivating like a starving man, so of course the moment that brush comes, shiro’s lips part open, not only to welcome him in with a loll of his tongue, but to breathe words against, around him. ]
Yeah. [ he’s got it. just thinking of keith’s orders again has him shivering. ] I’ll earn your ass.
[ no more talking. that’s the last of it. reaching up with both hands, shiro grabs keith, first, by the hips to coax him into a deeper split. the ease of keith’s flexibility does things to shiro; he’s so malleable, a fact that shiro hasn’t been able to take advantage of in their many, many rendezvouses. he’ll be fixing that, he thinks. for now, however, he suckles at the cute, softened thing in his mouth, trying to draw out those ridges.
he doesn’t intend to lead keith. after that first pull, he relaxes his hands and skirts them behind to cup each cheek of keith’s perky ass. a squeeze to settle the clench in shiro’s belly that makes him want to squirm and then he’s curling the fingers of his left to the seam of his ass. it’s such a mess back there. should be messier, he thinks. will be messier. remnants of lube and keith’s uniqueness keep him slick. he’s loose, too. already having played here minutes ago, shiro foregoes the slow ease and simply pushes his index inside until his base knuckle bumps. it’s tempting to go rooting around for glands to mercilessly harass, but shiro keeps it simple: when keith fucks into his mouth, he drags his finger out, only to meet him on the back-roll. together, they’re fucking each other in turn.
as for his mouth? shiro closes his eyes and focuses on staying relaxed. pliant, he keeps his head steady and forward, chin slightly pointed up to open his throat and keep his airway. it’s not so difficult at first, when keith is smaller and softer, but moments drag by and he feels the change happen against his tongue. the spread of his lips grows wider and the opening of his throat is teased further. breathing harshly through his nose, he continues to tell himself to relax, to take it – and he does. he hasn’t choked yet, even with the excess of saliva that’s pooling in his mouth and making a mess of his lips every time keith draws out.
daringly, he gives into a moan and lifts his galra hand, being careful not to hit too hard when he gives keith's ass cheek a quick smack. come on, fuck him. ]
i can't believe you are now back in AM porn land
shiro's mouth is wet and hot around his stiffening cock, his finger fucks him deep on the pullout -- everything is seemingly effortless and perfect on shiro's part and keith is rapidly melting away like a burning candle. unable to take his eyes off the close eyed focus on shiro's face, keith murmurs soft nothings and curses under his breath as his cock twitches firm over the course of a few shallow thrusts. the minute twitch of his hips become even gentler as keith takes in the added stretch of shiro's lips around newly formed ridges as they graze back and forth. lust drunk on the obscenity, pre beads readily at his cockhead. seized by something wildly possessive, keith bumps the back of shiro's throat, wanting to smear his pre there for his boy to swallow down. ]
Look at you....
[ boice husky and slurred, keith draws back enough to take the pressure off of shiro's throat, not wanting to breach it. not yet anyway. all this time that anon had sucked on his dick, he had thought it was good, but now getting to watch the strain of shiro's face as he struggles to accept his mouthful, keith finally understands the enormity of what he's been missing out on. he's never consciously thought of himself as a masochist before but with his cock lodged in shiro's waiting mouth and his hole stuffed and slick, keith has to wonder why exactly he'd denied himself this for so long.
and why he's apparently still hesitating to do exactly as he said he would.
evidently shiro loses patience with him because while keith muses in a thick fog of desire , shiro raises his metal hand and brings it down on his asscheek with a resounding slap. ]
Ah!
[ equal parts surprised and pained, keith flinches forward only to moan incoherently when the reflex drives his cock deeper into shiro's tight throat. his whole body erupts into gooseflesh, shivering as his cock and ass throb and pulse, hole squeezing tight around shiro's finger as a fresh wave of hot slick starts to trickle.
panting hard and quickly losing sight of anything other than chasing his own pleasure, keith twists his fingers around shiro's forelock, while planting his other hand firmly onto the bed as he starts fucking in and out of shiro's mouth and throat in earnest. ]
Fuck, you're so hot and tight, Shiro,I -- [ words cutting off into a pitched moan, keith squeezes his eyes shut as he pushes in deep, ridges swallowed up and squeezed in the narrow channel of smooth muscle. is this how shiro feels when his cock pushes inside him? overheated, fluttery, dizzy, unraveling, and so unbearably ready to burst into thousands of stars? throwing his head back, keith manages to choke out a pinched ]
Gonna cum, gonna take it all, Shiro!
[ unable to hold anything back, keith screams that name as he pops his cockhead in and out of shiro's throat one final time. he'd ruined this for himself the first time, fingers urgently strangling the base of his cock to keep from bursting with cum out of some instinct to make things last longer. but the rules are different now, and keith's head is full of buzzing and heady panting as his cock jerks and spills while lodged deep once, twice, then his body goes weak and keith slips out to impale himself on that finger, ascending to some blissful other plane with shimmering stars dancing around a midnight sky.
eyes glazed over and unfocused, keith holds shiro's face throughout as his cock softens and slips out of his mouth. unable to speak, and barely able to breathe, keith folds low to bump their lips together. ]
Wow.... you must really want my ass, huh....
[ still clearly dazed, keith parts his lips to lazily chase after his own taste in shiro's mouth. sloppy and boneless, he pulls away moments later to turn and starfish on top of shiro, caging his head between spread thighs. ]
Take it. Do whatever you want. Make me yours.
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shiro rides that edge, overwhelmed and near choking, for a few more thrusts. he’s part drowning in his own spit, but his saving grace is that keith is more overwhelmed than he is. keith calls his name and shiro blearily opens his eyes. the angle does him no favors; he doesn’t get to see the peak wreck keith’s face in the most lovely, addictive of ways. opening his eyes does, however, make him suddenly more aware of how full his mouth and throat are. he chokes on that last one, throat closing around keith’s cockhead and making that last drag all the more tighter. he coughs on a mouthful and then keith is shoving right through that constriction, shooting a load straight down his quivering throat.
shiro thrashes, squirming across the sheets as he tries to survive the magnitude of keith’s orgasm. he does, of course, but only because he stops breathing altogether to gulp and gobble, throat already feeling raw as he swallows whatever is given to him. it feels like an eternity in the moment, but once it’s over, with keith sitting back on his finger and slipping from his mouth, shiro laments how quickly it's ended.
he’s mollified by keith taking his mouth in another way, kissing him deep and filthy, the two of them fighting over keith’s taste. shiro doesn’t have much fight in him, honestly. he’s sluggish in the touch of his tongue, his swallows slower and disjointed as he works on refilling his lungs to normalcy. even that ends too quickly. soon enough, keith is turned away and blanketing his body, telling shiro that he has, more or less, earned his ass.
one, two, three – shiro laughs, the sound so thin and so worn that it comes across more as a heavy huff. technically, didn’t keith say he was going to fuck shiro’s mouth and take his finger until he was hard? somehow, that turned into another orgasm. from a boy who cut off his own orgasm to one eagerly allowing shiro to give him many, keith is turning into quite the greedy boy. to be fair, shiro did say he was going to wring multitudes of orgasms out of him. he wonders how many he actually will by the end of the night.
eager to find out, shiro hums and lifts vaguely shaking hands to frame keith’s ass. ]
You say it as though you aren’t already mine.
[ even though it takes effort to say it, the sentiment itself is effortless. it comes easy and freely, shiro speaking without thought. it’s only after that he thinks, oh, that’s a tease that crosses a line that shiro has decided to draw. they aren’t meant to be each other’s. they have their own realities and their own responsibilities; there are genuine feelings here, he can’t hope to deny that any longer, but they have no room for lasting attachments. so, hoping to cut off any retort, he squeezes keith’s ass cheeks and pulls them apart, putting keith on full display.
he’s supposed to have an aversion to this. ass-eating in itself is, by most people’s standards, a nasty activity. not to shiro, though. shiro clears that opinion without a second thought. it’s the unusualness of keith’s biology that should have him reconsidering. this boy is drenched in fluid. his hole is drizzling, a string of slick connected between his ass cheeks, stretching, stretching until it loses viscosity and breaks. it’s there at his inner thighs too, so much of the excess dripping down to make him sticky. who the hell knows what that even tastes like; shiro certainly doesn’t. but instead of easing into it with a tentative drag of his finger to pop a small amount in his mouth, shiro keeps his hands grasping and lifts his head.
see, there’s an addictive quality to it already and shiro hasn’t even tasted him. it’s there in the inner lining of keith’s hole. rings; there are rings of pink and purple, mesmerizing in their pattern. so yes, shiro’s curiosity blooms and soon, he puts his mouth to keith’s hole, the push of his tongue made easy by the looseness of keith’s rim. and how is that curiosity rewarded? with sweetness. the taste that touches his tongue is sweet; a little earthy, a little floral, a little minerally, there’s a richness to it that is satiating on his palate. he quickly decides that he likes the heaviness of the flavor. so, he greedily licks around and inside keith’s hole, swallowing what he can before pressing his lips flush, creating a seal for him to suck deep and to suck hard. ]
i cringed the whole time typing a response
whatever cluster of neurons hasn't been thoroughly blitzed by post-climax bliss are busy processing that heavy tease. it wasn't all that long ago that shiro brushed off any concept of a real future together with a cold reminder of the shiro from his reality. for whatever it's worth, they're boyfriends in this shitty prison facility, but the label means precious little outside of that.
yours. mine. already mine.
yeah, there's a lot of truth to that-- boyfriends and all. they've promised each other that intimacy beyond what's created by a physical, mechanical mashing together of genitals inhabits a universe that only for the two of them. what else os that, if not yours?
chest full of sudden heartache, keith forgets to be nervous about the prospect of shiro actually tasting the slick coming out of his body. fingers pull his hole open, muscle fluttering at the gape and only then does keith remember the fucking mystery that might end in shiro recoiling in disgust. not that he gets any time to act on it beyond a slurred: ]
Mm, waii -- oh.....
[ an electric jolt makes keith spasm, toes curling and fingers tight around shiro's hips. hole fluttering around the heat of shiro's tongue, keith swallows and makes a second attempt to speak. ]
Oh fuck...
[ eloquence all but dies as shiro presse his lips firmly on his ass and sucks. whining high, keit's soft cock twitches as, as shiro's mouth coaxes out a fresh stream of slick. keith groans, body tensing and relaxing as he panting heavily through his mouth. he opens his eyes blearily, awash in tingling and rippling gooseflesh, still uncertain of what it is shiro's thinking.
neutral? good? hopefully not patiently putting up with bad?? s little afraid of what the answer might be, keith lets go of his boyfriend's hipbones to wrap his figners around shiro's soft cock. gripping loose around the base, keith strokes up and down the shaft, stretching out as he can to press th etip of his tongue to the cock head's slit. ]
You said... [ voice heady, keith licks urgently, eager to catch shiro's pre on his tongue. you said. well. shiro's said a lot of things. but keith doesn't feel like voicing any of them. ] .... I want that. Show me what being yours is like. Make me take it. RUin me for everyone else.
[ including for shiro himsel? confusion for what the fuck he's even saying threatens to bloom into furhter heartache, but the sentiment only lasts as long as the next hard suck at his hole. ]
i just... will keith ever find out that he has a beet booty
one more hard suck, one more swallow, and then shiro lets the weight of his head drag him back to the mattress, breathing heavy to let keith hear the laboring of his lungs. ]
Sure, baby. [ whether it’s the breathlessness or the rawness of his throat, both from keith’s earlier treatment and now his own of harsh suction, his voice is a few pitches deeper. hard, heavy, husky, he sounds a strange amalgamation of strong and weak. ] I’ll ruin you.
[ cooed, it’s a promise, presented with a teasing uptilt, as though he’s the one doing keith the favor here with no ulterior motivation. see, shiro’s said it before and he still stands by it: he won’t throw a fit if keith finds himself drawn to another prisoner and scratches an aphro-induced itch. he won’t like it, but he can’t exactly hold keith to the terms of faithfulness that is otherwise expected in a traditional relationship. so ruining keith for everyone else? shiro doesn’t need that, in theory.
… but he does want that. of course he wants that. shiro’s a traditional boy, with traditional ideas of how relationships work: date, present a ring, get married, live happily ever after. his perception of that has been battered over the years, first with a diagnosis that would heavily influence what a happy ending for him would entail and second, with a collapsed engagement that had him questioning the whole process. dump a year and counting of trauma on top of that and – yeah, he’s a bit of a mess when it comes to committing himself to anything beyond what is – was – currently expected of him from voltron. nonetheless, the shred of innocence he has left in him still wants to want that: a partner, a husband, a life separate from the course he’s set on.
sometimes, when he’s picturing himself after the war and back on earth, it’s keith he sees there beside him. not just keith, this keith. nonsensically, he’s attached, even as he sees the error in it. this is a fleeting relationship, but as long as he remembers that, it’s okay to slip up in fantasy from time to time. this can be another one of those moments: a playful, non-serious reprieve, more teasing than actual. so he’s not truly invested in claiming this boy to some sort of end that keeps him from straying, even unintentionally. whatever happens, happens… it’s not like he’s actually set on overwhelming this boy with pleasure until the very makings of his body and soul know he belongs to shiro.
so him turning his hands in and inching his fingers toward keith’s candy-striped hole is the natural progression of the foreplay, not him finding a point of ruin. swiping through the next drizzle of slick, shiro gets it between and on his fingers. both sets: two indexes, two middles. ]
But I need to be harder to fuck you. Take me into your mouth, pretty boy. Warm me up.
[ and don’t mind shiro as he dips the two fingers of his left. even with his prior fingering, taking two fingers at once is likely a stretch. the motion is smooth, however; made easy by the generous wetness still saturating the inner lining of keith’s asshole. the way his hands are positioned grants him two palmfuls of ass cheeks, to which he squeezes, the left a little less intense than the right. keith best focus on relaxing quickly though, because it won’t be long of letting his fingers sit heavy inside him that shiro then widens keith’s hole with the index of his right, wriggling it inch by inch to join the others, each knuckle swallowed up. ]
shiro could tell him!!! or i guess make out with him immediately after...
perhaps shiro should take a picture of his booty hole and simply show him
gosh he could LOL
perhaps he can print it out and take it w him to canada
i can't believe this is their future. looking at filthy pictures and talking about the good old days
fjkghgw it'll keep them warm???
but my tundra research says otherwise??
fjkjhg ah yes. your pokemoning in the low 30s weather. i wonder if s + k can pokemon in the tundra
Important. Research.!!!!
IT REALLY IS. i value your commitment to the research of our many sheith verses
yes, i deserve to be appreciated
so modest
shhh you, too, are deserving of appreciation.
/insert cat hugging gif
BEAVER DAM IM YELLING
Keith has been Henry'd
....i will never look at that name the same way thanks
henry doesn't deserve this. he is such an innocent, fussy bean.
YOU DID THIS
ive been yelling at a constant pitch for 8 hrs. i cannot believe you brought approval kink into this
KEITH BROUGHT IT IN !! I AM ALSO YELLING.
i'll just be over here closing my eyes for eternity
can i join you?
... no. you're the one causing this eternity eye closing
YOU brought up the terminology!!
i continue to feel judged for providing such wonderful tags
we both know this judgment is highly warranted???
i admit to nothing
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c:
i am not fooled by this smile
:c
.... /pokes ur sad cheeks
... i hate that this tactic works in making the sad face less sad
dont be tsun
i do what i want!
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i'm kind of upset that i didn't get this up on easter because... well. y'know.
LOL i suppose you were merciful to zombie jesus
couldn't sin too much
uh huh uh huh
at this rate, we'll be doing this thread longer than titanic
ok that would make me laugh
we're already more than halfway there!
listen maybe tey'll go to bed now??
i think they will. shiro needs to recharge his prince
yes plug that prince in for recharging
the bunny 1 is in the way tho :c
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