[ 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. ]
shiro could tell him!!! or i guess make out with him immediately after...
[ consumed by jolts and whole body trembling, when shiro finally drags his lips away, his hole continues to wink and flutter, keith himself rendered to explain what the fuck it is that he likes so much about having shiro's mouth adoring the filthiest part of his body. the kink had registered differently with anon -- like the guy just had some dirty things he was into, but knowing that it's shiro licking and sucking at him, keith can't stop gasping long after the wet sensation of tongue is gone. ]
Fuck... that's so wonrg and intense. Fuck.
[ words partly warbled and mumbled around the heavy press of ock against his tongue, keith isn't sure if he's even intelligible at this point. but that's okay. shiro doesn't need him to be intelligible. in fact, shiro seems entirely determined to render him speechless in more ways than one.
groaning helplessly as shiro palms firmly at his tender ass cheeks, keith rolls his hips back to more solidly fill up shiro's hands, one hot and cool, and whimpers as two fingers slip in deep. slick from a constellation of glands helps ease the intrusion, but still ringing from his last orgasm, keith mewls and arches his back as fingers brush over glands, and then a third bullies and stretches his rim. glands tortured with added delicious pressure, slick bursts and runs down shiro's fingers and wrist, keith himself starting to to shiver.
but coming apart under shiro's touch isn't what was asked of him.
take me in your mouth. warm me up.
dumbly, keith repeats those two sets of instructions over and over, pulling some semblance of focus out of a blissed-out mind and jello body. already arched up, he simply opens his mouth wide and moans around a thick mouthful of cock. it's unfamiliar doing it in this position, but he likes to think he's gotten enough practice in with anon to know what he's doing. knowing now that it's shiro's cock in his mouth, and that it's always been shiro's cock makes his mouth water as he moans, determinedly licking hot stripes up and down the shaft as he commits himself to rolling down to swallow shiro in one go.
take me in your mouth. warm me up.
filled on both ends, keith groans loudly, ass supplying another generous burst of slick like that might ease the passage of cock into his throat. needless to say, it doesn't, but it also doesn't stop keith from going past the bump of cock head at the back of his mouth to swallowing around shiro's tip, eyes watering as he suppresses a gag and pushes his face down as far down as he can get it between shiro's legs. always heavily ambitious, keith holds position while his throat convulses for one, two two, three, and then he comes up and off chest heaving. ]
Fuck, I love how your cock feels inside, Shiro....
[ raspy and hoarse, keith takes a deep huff of breath then pops right back on shiro's cock, bobbing up and down with little care for the spreading ache of his jaw as shiro thickesn up. ]
perhaps shiro should take a picture of his booty hole and simply show him
[ the slivered portion of shiro’s brain that isn’t saturated with stupefying desire and as such, manages to maintain some semblance of clarity to keep him self-aware enough as not to hurt keith, comes to realize that, oh, maybe he doesn’t need to worry too terribly about the stretch after all. he has to wonder where it’s all coming from; this slick. it drizzles out of keith in excess. more than drizzles, actually. it gushes out, consistency thin, yet generous in how quickly it drips, spreads, and coats. shiro’s fingers are covered, more so than anything he’s already done, and now his wrists are, too. from his position, with his head resting on the bed and keith pushing his ass back into his hands, all shiro has to do is open his mouth, stick out his tongue, and hope the drip finds the right trajectory…
huston, we have contact. he feels the drop on the fat of his tongue first, and quickly after, that earthy taste blooms, only intensifying as shiro draws his tongue back inside his mouth, swallowing. this boy. this absolute gem of a boy.; so unique, so special, so delectably made, both in body and spirit. shiro will never tire of discovering and rediscovering all the ways in which no one will ever be able to compare to keith. which is, of course, a problem, according to clear-headed, logically-bound shiro. at present, however, that shiro has left the building, especially when a wickedly hot mouth encloses more securely around his cock, bobbing low to introduce cockhead to throat.
they’ve done this plenty of times, with keith’s lips sealed around his cock and working low, to force his throat open. still, shiro marvels at keith’s determination of taking so much, so quickly, because it hasn’t taken much for shiro’s blood to rush low and fatten his cock. he feels keith begin to choke, first in a tremble that plays at his sensitive head and then tightens around his length. he ought to feel some remorse for it, at least a brief twinge of it, but shiro feels nothing less than appreciation for each convulsion, the rhythmic spasm of muscle feeling amazing along his cock. ]
Holy fuck, Keith.
[ punched out, shiro is choking, too; though, choking on breath is decidedly easier to weather than a thick cock. his hips have a mind of their own: keith comes up and they arch up with a tensing of his ass, trying to maintain contact. it’s needless, it seems, because keith is just as addicted to the connection and soon, after a quip, keith is back, bobbing his head with the single-minded focus of making that cock rock hard. shiro’s eyes roll and he gives himself over to the need to close his eyes, tip his head back and groan. it takes a few extra seconds, but the agreement inevitably comes in the form of a raspy: ]
Yeah. It feels amazing inside you. [ in all manners: fingers, tongue, cock, keith’s body is a dream and shiro is a spoiled boy. ] Nothing beats that feeling… not even cliff-jumping.
[ through the desire, there’s a upswing of amusement, an emotion that colors his voice with a lighter, more playful tone. his focus realigns, however, and he’s bogged down with the delicious notes of lust, every moment heavy and wanting as he continues curling his fingers inside keith’s ass. this whole time, he’s been diligently – and slowly – working his three fingers back and forth together, fucking keith deep and thorough. again, he thinks of how wet keith is and as his hole squelches on the next thrust, as if on cue, shiro brings his other middle finger to join his others. peeling back keith’s rim, he aligns the pad and then pushes it in with the other three. ]
It was difficult letting you walk away with the door between us but now that I know it’s you…
[ it’s a feat in itself that he manages words. mesmerized both by the sight of keith’s hole stuffed full of fingers and by the continued distraction of his cock being worked over and over inside keith’s mouth, shiro has no hope of keeping his voice level. it’s pitchy and throaty, occasionally interrupted with harsh breath or a moan. he’s talking when action is more paramount than word. he can’t help it; there are ideas in his head and he’s rambling them off, thinking only of how lovely keith looks when he’s filled. ]
I want to keep you here all the time and sit you on my cock. [ in the morning, in the afternoon, at night… that’s what they’re here to do, but it’s not just sheets and sex. ] Want you to stay on my cock and hold me inside, even when I’ve gone soft, for hours and hours.
[ full. that's what keith is. when he isn't gagging and tearing up from his throat squeezing around a full cock, all thought snaps right back to the insistent in-out motion of shiro's fingers as they drag over glands that make him warble unintelligibly and drool around his mouthful. everything his fucking wet -- from the saliva trailing from the corners of his lips to the spreading slick of his ass soaking his thighs.
there'd been a time when keith walked away from his side of the balsawood door, ass throbbing and quivering, thoroughly used and abused by anon's cock, and that was the filthiest thing in the world. what they're doing together now makes that keith seem downright virginal.
face flushed scarlet, keith swears he can feel his heart beating in his ears, his throat, his cock, his ass, everywhere, like he's minutes from bursting despite the fact he's still mostly soft between his legs. overwrought and tingling from head to toe, keith keeps working on shiro's cock like he was made to pleasure it until his boyfriend splits him even further open. keith comes off shiro's cock with a loud groan as a fourth finger bullies past his rim and his hole gapes, the rim fluttering wildly. ]
Shiro! Oh god, it's so damn much... taking you everywhere like this. But I -- [ whatever that train of thought is, it atomizes as shiro into an urgent, pitched moan as shiro starts moving his fingers, glands producing a new burst of slick to ease the way. ] Fuuuuuck!
[ with little grasp on any sense of inhibition, keith's voice ticks up in volume, decibels away from outright yelling. eyes squeezed shut, he pants heavily through several thrusts of shiro's fingers, mind fogging with the delirium of simply doing exactly as shiro's describing. and when keith finds no reason not to simply make that a reality? ]
Fuck, I'm putting an end to your dick screaming.
[ screaming that only keith can hear evidently. but with a determined scoot forward, he frees himself from shiro's hold on his ass and quickly turns himself around. holding eye contact, keith positions himself at a hover above shiro's hips and holds his boyfriend's cock steady. ]
Show me. Show me how fucking good you feel even when you're soft inside me.
[ and with that, keith lines up shiro's cockhead to his hole, groaning as the tip breaches and gravity slips him down, down, down until shiro is fully ensheathed. fingers trembling as keith spreads them open on his boyfriend's ships, keith breathes out hard, but there's something soft about his expression when he holds shiro's gaze with a longing smile. ]
.... Wow. I've wanted to look at your face while doing this for so long. I- I can't believe it's real and it's finally happening. I - [ fuck. is he actually getting emotional? no, shut up. hoping to disract and keep from saying anything embarrassing, keith flexes his thighs, ad rolls up, nice and slow before slamming back down with a drawn-out moan. ]
perhaps he can print it out and take it w him to canada
[ shiro doesn’t know about this dick screaming thing, but he certainly feels like screaming when that candy-striped asshole is pulled away from him. the scream doesn’t come, thank god. instead, his throat produces a less mortifying, but still embarrassingly needy whine as all four of his fingers slip out with ease. it’s the hefty amount of slick. there’s so much of it caught between his fingers and dribbled out, making a pool in the hollow of his throat, splattered right there by his clavicle.
for all his disappointment in the loss of keith’s fun hole, the remedy for it is easily found in the following movements. after all, how can he feel anything other than excitement when keith pivots his body, giving shiro the perfect view of his pretty cock, his torso, his shoulders, his neck, his face – he’s so god damn beautiful, flush pink and sheened with sweat. even prettier when those thighs flex, propping keith above shiro’s spit slick cock.
the first touch of his cockhead smearing through the slick wetting keith’s hole has shiro visibly shivering. that’s the only brush, though, because the angle is perfect and keith is quick to let gravity do its work, swallowing shiro up inch by inch until keith’s ass sits firmly on his pelvis. shiro’s hands, which have been mostly useless throughout keith’s ministrations, give up on twisting the sheets to feel up keith’s thighs. keith’s murmuring and it’s like he’s brain-linked with shiro’s mind, because those are shiro’s words and feelings, the same awed disbelief running through him, too. the number of times he thought of keith while with anonymous is embarrassingly high and then since, after their decision to be together, he’s passed these many weeks, often touching himself to a mental picture of keith.
sexual tension high, maybe that’s why everything derailed so quickly and so filthily. shiro doesn’t regret what they’ve done, but he did come into this with a much softer expectation. it’s here that he remembers it. more than that, it’s here that he wants it again. keith’s smile, keith’s words, keith’s slow drag up, they all work together to gentle the headiness of shiro’s desire, enough to have those hands on keith’s thighs to clutch higher, interrupting any hope for a continued rhythm. ]
Wait. Lemme look at you.
[ because he hasn’t gotten his fill yet, of this moment of finally being together. they’ve been together many times before, true, but not like this. not with them knowing it and certainly not with them looking at each other. this time, held tight inside keith’s body while holding eye contact… heh, keith has no need to be embarrassed about being emotional. he isn’t the only one. ]
I don’t know how I’m gonna survive you. [ murmured softly, there’s the slightest slur to his voice, words bleeding into each other, as though he’s already pleasure drunk. ] Gorgeous boy… pretty boy… just looking at you is overwhelming in the best way.
[ so how is he going to fair when keith is riding him in earnest? grinning, shiro draws lines at keith’s thighs and then gently rakes his blunt nails down them. ]
Just this once, I think you’ll have to go easy on me. [ if keith wants this to last, that is. sighing now, shiro keeps eye contact and gives keith’s thighs twin taps. ] Fuck me slow so I don’t miss a thing.
i can't believe this is their future. looking at filthy pictures and talking about the good old days
[ it's just as well that hands come up to pin down his thighs because this angle and gravity combine to make shiro hit deeper than keith is wholly accustomed to. breathing heavily, keith's hands squeeze and release shiro's hips, working through relaxing enough to give shiro's cock the space it demands inside his body. open-mouthed and gaze heavily lidded, keith does exactly as told, waiting and listening with his heart pounding behind his ribs from the sheer joy of their connection.
keith already knew shiro would feel incredibly fully sheathed inside, but there's just nothing in the universe that compares to the sweet thrill of seeing shiro's expression warm with affection and praise that's reserved just for him. heady in his uncontrollable euphoria, keith straightens up from his lean, straight-backed now and full of unmistakable pride, to show off the lines of his body from his muscled shoulders, to flushed half-dimes, down to his abs and stiffening cock.
honestly, keith's given little thought to his own appeaance. he figures, if anything, he looks decent enough, but it's in hearing shiro compliment him like this when he's proudly seated on his cock and covered in sweat and whatever the fuck his ass is producing that he actually feels kinda sexy for once. the novelty of it hits keith just right enough to laugh brightly, as he grabs shiro's flesh hand and holds it tight in his. ]
Go easy on you, huh? Now there's something I never thought I'd hear from you.
[ fuck. try as he might to insert.a teasing lilt to his voice, he fails utterly at sounding anything other than completely and hopelessly besotted. ]
If you need a minute, I could do this for a bit. You wanted to look at me, right?
[ bringing his free hand up to his half-hard cock, keith starts to pump himself slowly, breathing instantly going ragged as his cock and stretched hole twitch with the slow stroke. ]
So look at me. [ lifting shiro's hand, he presses the palm over his racing heart, and continues to pump slowly and steadily. ] Cuz if you feel even a fraction of how I feel looking at you right now..... fuck.
[ what even is the analogy here? are there even words to describe how perfect keith feels in the moment? it's like coming into the orbit of a gorgeous star, circling and soaking up all the light to the point that he no longer remembers what being in the dark had ever felt like. ]
[ there’s a first time for everything, huh? the quip stays silent in his head, the curve of shiro’s grin intensifying being the only retort. from one moment to the next, this has become something else entirely, so very different from the influx of desire that had them greedily grasping, gorging themselves on the pleasure of each other. every bit of shiro still thrums with need for this boy, but it’s considerably softer and more restrained. patient, that’s what it is. indulging in keith to savor every shift in body, as well as expression, is suddenly a much more seducing thought than chasing down orgasm after orgasm.
– not that he doesn’t want to make this boy cum many more times tonight.
for now, however, he’s calmed into pressing pause on their hurried movements, the whole of him relaxing and sinking into the bedding. keith takes his hand soon enough though and shiro leans up just so, allowing the reach necessary for keith to place his hand to his chest. immediately, shiro flattens his palm fully, pressing the span of it over keith’s left pec, feeling the steady thump, thump of his heart. it’s quick and it’s heavy, so intense that shiro’s surprised there aren’t rattling ribs to go along with it.
the thought has his grin shifting, tightening, curling into a smirk that’s more teasing and self-assured. ]
Fuck sounds right.
[ shiro doesn’t have room to tease; three words and he can’t even keep his voice steady. it’s breathy and dripping with desire, so honeyed with his need that he’s nearly purring. holding keith’s gaze, shiro takes his fill of adoring keith’s face, all the while blindly shifting his hand to pinch fingers at that lovely half-dime. he’s merciless with that nub, rolling it back and forth between finger and thumb.
there are so many things to say here. he wants to adorn keith with compliments, more of how breathtaking he is, how strong, how perfectly made he is to fit with his own body. he’d like to tell him how much he adores him, too, and that he can’t imagine feeling even a fraction of what he feels now for or with anyone else. instead, the softer, sweeter sentimentals grow hazy, for his gaze has traveled down to watch the encirclement of keith’s fingers. seeing that flushed head move back and forth in keith’s fist makes shiro’s thoughts grow heavy and slow, like molasses. ]
You could probably get me to cum just like this.
[ maybe? probably. he’s not there yet, not even close, but he can feel it, the potential of a slow-crescendo, of being coaxed into a crest through steady touch and suggestion. ]
Feels amazing inside you already. All it’ll take is you stroking yourself, teasing me to madness by showing off your sexy body and moaning my name… a little flex and the perfect shift of your hips and I bet I’ll burst.
[ he gives keith’s nip another pinch and then drags his hand down, coasting through the lines of his abs and then to touch the wrist of the hand slowly jerking off. he doesn’t change or aid the motion, he merely holds on to ride out the movement. ]
Would you like that, baby? Do you wanna be full of my cum?
[ for all that keith wants to impress his boyfriend with a spectacular and shameless show, it takes very little to get his thoughts to drift with lustful staring, circling uselessly on a prolonged oh... when shiro goes from feeling out his heartbeat to pinching his nip stiff. the rhythm of his pumping fist sputters to a staggered pause as keith's breath catches, half dime flushing a gentle lavender-pink under shiro's touch.
int's a little mesmerizing to be so whollly engrossed by everything his boyfriend is saying, even though keith technically is the one on top, in charge and ostensibly controlling shiro's pleasure. it doesn't matter that his own cock is throbbing again, or that every minute twitch sends a whole body shock reminding him of just how firm and deep sshiro is planted inside him, his own pleasure is entirely a lovedrunk afterthought as keith watches the perfect way shiro's bow lips move and take shape around words and smiles.
it's almost funny. being so wrapped up in being with shiro makes every filthy suggestion sound like sweet poetry. keith takes it all in, goosefleshed along his thighs while flushing warm, and gives himself a little shake as he resumes the beating of his fist up and down the length of his drooling cock. ]
Yeah.... yeah, I wanna be pumped full, Shiro.
[ murmured breathlessly, as keith points his cock at shiro and smears the pre on his abs. ]
Fill me up, sir. I wanna feel it sticky inside, and dripping down my legs.
[ pumping faster now, keith squirms and squeezes around shiro's cock as he groans and works his thighs to ride in teasing barely there bounces. ]
Fuck. [ reaching behind, keith grabs shio's balls and squeezes gently but urgently. ] Look me in the eye while you mark my ass as yours, Shiro. Make me feel like it's never gonna wash out. Do it.
Edited 2023-03-10 03:21 (UTC)
fjkjhg ah yes. your pokemoning in the low 30s weather. i wonder if s + k can pokemon in the tundra
[ it’s just dirty talk. shiro doesn’t consider himself an aficionado for lewd words, but he thinks he does a decent enough job in riling keith up. the problem here – though, problem is a gross misrepresentation of how shiro feels about this – is that while shiro isn’t spurred on by the filth that comes out of his own mouth, he greatly underestimates the effect keith’s have. see, comfortably on his back, staring up at keith pleasure himself is wonderful, exciting, arousing, but mostly, it’s manageable. add keith not only moaning, but saying things – delightfully explicit things – back to him and shiro has a real concern that his dirty talk of cumming from just this, might not actually be just flirting to rouse keith’s desire.
i wanna be pumped full, shiro.
ah, fuck. wasn’t he just thinking that he wasn’t close? that, maybe, over a course of hefty time, keith could draw a slow-cresting orgasm out of him?
shiro squirms, only to stop immediately, because that certainly isn’t helping his restraint. it’s so slight, just a barely there shifting of his cock inside the heat and tightness of keith’s body, why does it feel like he’s just endured a milking? similar to the beating of keith’s quickened fist?
fill me up, sir. i wanna feel it sticky inside, and dripping down my legs.
that’s why. keith’s gone chatty, spelling absolute disaster for shiro, especially when this beautiful boy picks up where shiro left off, squirming and squeezing around his cock. shiro chokes on breath, eyes slamming shut and expression furrowing with deep wrinkles that make him look close to pain. he’s not, though. he’s so far away from pain. his system is overrun with pleasure and bliss and holy fuck, he’d been bullshitting. he’s not actually supposed to cum from just this.
fuck.
yeah, ditto. giving up on his desperate cling to keith’s wrist, shiro sends both hands out now to grasp at keith’s squirming hips. to stop him? in theory, but his body wants what it wants and even as it’s tensing on the tell-tale signs that have shiro’s brain yelling, his hands don’t cooperate beyond digging fingers in to ride the motion of keith’s hips. shiro has about one tick to think, he can survive this, he can endure this without embarrassing himself, but then keith’s reaching behind to squeeze his sac.
do it.
shit. shit. shit. shiro raises his gaze, eyes meeting keith’s and for a split moment, there’s a pinch to his brow and a look in his eyes that’s almost apologetic, but then he’s swept up in the cresting pleasure, the climb so swift and so sudden that it whites out his thoughts. he keeps his eyes open, but they’ve gone distant and unfocused, mouth opening to choke out keith’s name. it isn’t a short affair. his second orgasm of the night and yet, it’s long, heavy, messy. will it be enough to do all the things keith commanded from him? shiro is picturing all those filthy things, at the very least.
when it’s over, with his cock giving its last twitch and spit, shiro collapses into the sheets, body going lax as eyes close and mouth stays open, panting for breath. three, two, one… and then everything tightens, with his eyes flying open, only to then be covered by his hands across his face. ]
Oh my god.
[ mortification finds him first. give him a minute, perhaps he’ll find it in himself to laugh. until then? ]
That… I… [ still hiding behind his hands, he flaps his lips a few more times without any words coming out, before settling on: ] That wasn’t supposed to happen.
[ ...oh. oh. whatever experience keith has with dirty talk is limited at best. he's never been good with words, so trying to conjure up desire and a throb in someone's nethers with suggestion alone? it's an impossible ask.
but even so, keith has to admit he feels pretty fucking powerful right about now and it's made all the more exhilarating by his own mix of confusion and heavy arousal. see, in all the times he's fucked around with anon, it was only towards the very end that the guy ... shiro started finishing inside. the first time, keith had been so fucking out of it from his half-hour climax that he didn't exactly have any cogent thoughts on an extra load of slick in his ass, but later...
later while cleaning up and finding a steady trickle of cum leaking from his puffy hole, keith had been struck over the head with a hard-to-place blend of shame and longing. shame won the day on account of returning to his best friend's bed, but still....
watching shiro react to the filth of that moment that keith has been thoroughly unable to shake is spellbinding. goading and teasing more than anything because keith isn't sure if anyone can actually cum like this, he moans as shiro pulls at his hips and -- ]
Oh.....
[ what else is there to say? thoughts blink out of existence as keith watches his best friend unravel and molten heat splashes at his insides. fuck. keith shivers, heart racing like he's just climaxed himself through his own cock remains rock, painting abs with a fresh coat of pre.
it's impossible not to smile stupidly as keith releases his cock and lets it lewdly bounce back up in order to hold onto shiro's flesh wrist. he doesn't attempt to prise those hand away from shiro's face -- not yet, but his grip is firm, tone bright with joy. ]
That was amazing.
[ the hand still holding shiro's sack gives it another gentle squeeze. ]
I mean, fuck -- I have to wait for you to get hard again, but... wow. Just wow.
IT REALLY IS. i value your commitment to the research of our many sheith verses
[ it’s funny how this, hiding behind hands, is their mutual go-to when riding out embarrassment. keith did this not too long ago, when their anonymous identities came to light. at the time, shiro had laughed and affectionately chided keith with none of that, this isn’t the end of the world. if anything, shiro is working against himself, merely prolonging the so-called disaster of his unexpected orgasm by hiding behind his hands. he can’t stay here; he’ll have to come out eventually. future shiro’s problem. that’s what he tells himself. as it turns out, future shiro isn’t being set up for laughter or disappointment. instead, future shiro – who soon becomes preset shiro – gets:
that was amazing.
between that and the gentle squeeze at his wrist, shiro does not reveal his face but he does split his middle finger from his ring finger, opening a crack for one eye to peer through. it’s not at all subtle; keith can see shiro looking at him. nonetheless, shiro takes his time to stare at that wide smile and those joyful eyes. all in all, keith’s reaction shouldn’t be this surprising but somehow, shiro’s mortification has tangled him up so thoroughly in low expectation that he’s floored by it. ]
You’re pleased.
[ his voice rings dumbfounded. ]
You’re not - [ disappointed that it’s over already…? of course, the more rational thought is that they can simply keep going; as keith says, he just needs to wait. but that isn’t a fix-all, because – ]
It’s our first time.
[ … as them. the first time seeing each other’s faces when shiro is inside keith. and that was the result: shiro cumming like some preteen getting his dick wet for the first time. ]
[ ... so this is what it's like to be on the other side of the face hiding, huh? keith warms in an entirely different way, thoroughly endeared by the bashfulness on display. of course, he's more than aware of the throbbing in his cock and ass that demands relief, but what can he say other than...]
Am I supposed to be mad that you're really into me?
[ if anything, it's nice to have evidence of shiro's affection so plain to see and feel. grip still loose around shiro's wrists, keith brushes circles around shiro's thumbs, still a little too tickled by the shyness to force those hands away. given another beat, the teasing lilt drops out of keith's expression and tone as he murmurs more gently: ]
This is a hell of a lot sweeter than you making me choke on your dick our first time.
[ their first time anonymously, that is. not that keith doesn't follow the distinction that shiro's trying to draw here, but all the same the contrast makes keith grow a little fonder. ]
... heh. That was the first time I had a cock in my mouth, you know that?
[ that gets the other hand to split fingers, creating a similar gap for shiro to observe keith through. it doesn't change much in terms of view – still the same smiling eyes, albeit fonder now – but it does ease the way for shiro to give up on his hiding altogether. is it surprising that shiro is surprised? keith was here a month before shiro arrived. they don't talk much at all of their experiences with other inmates but shiro has confirmation from the source that keith, at the very least, hooked up with lance. even then, even without that, judging from the eagerness of that tongue and the lack of hesitation in sliding those lips down…
aphrodisiac, that's the more likely explanation to that hungry boldness than shy, generally reclusive keith racking up extensive, regularly sought experience in cock sucking. it's a tricky situation, deciding whether he's disappointed or relieved. disappointed only in that that was keith's first experience: drugged and coerced into a rushed affair. whereas relief stems from the obvious: he was first and for a time, only. ]
I wouldn’t have guessed. [ seems he's leaning more into relief; that feeling gatewaying right into soft excitement and brimming awe. ] You were… exceptional.
[ truthfully, it's all a bit hazy, the drug having blurred the detailed sharpness of his memory. no matter. the compliment is still true, he knows it is. because he agonized, he wanted, and inevitably, he caved to the desire to leave an anonymous note. so, truly, that man in the library – keith – had been good.
by now, shiro has uncovered his face; his smiling face. he's still got a twinge of shyness that keeps his gaze soft, but not so much that he keeps his hands idle. one twists to roll keith's grip from his wrist and take that hand in his. the other reaches down, touching keith's knee to smooth up along his thigh. ]
I’m your first here, too, right?
[ fresh from his orgasm, he's oversensitive, even if his mortification has dulled his awareness of it. he feels it now, however, when he flexes his ass and presses his hips up, shifting his soft cock inside keith just a faint amount. ]
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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. ]
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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...
Fuck... that's so wonrg and intense. Fuck.
[ words partly warbled and mumbled around the heavy press of ock against his tongue, keith isn't sure if he's even intelligible at this point. but that's okay. shiro doesn't need him to be intelligible. in fact, shiro seems entirely determined to render him speechless in more ways than one.
groaning helplessly as shiro palms firmly at his tender ass cheeks, keith rolls his hips back to more solidly fill up shiro's hands, one hot and cool, and whimpers as two fingers slip in deep. slick from a constellation of glands helps ease the intrusion, but still ringing from his last orgasm, keith mewls and arches his back as fingers brush over glands, and then a third bullies and stretches his rim. glands tortured with added delicious pressure, slick bursts and runs down shiro's fingers and wrist, keith himself starting to to shiver.
but coming apart under shiro's touch isn't what was asked of him.
take me in your mouth. warm me up.
dumbly, keith repeats those two sets of instructions over and over, pulling some semblance of focus out of a blissed-out mind and jello body. already arched up, he simply opens his mouth wide and moans around a thick mouthful of cock. it's unfamiliar doing it in this position, but he likes to think he's gotten enough practice in with anon to know what he's doing. knowing now that it's shiro's cock in his mouth, and that it's always been shiro's cock makes his mouth water as he moans, determinedly licking hot stripes up and down the shaft as he commits himself to rolling down to swallow shiro in one go.
take me in your mouth. warm me up.
filled on both ends, keith groans loudly, ass supplying another generous burst of slick like that might ease the passage of cock into his throat. needless to say, it doesn't, but it also doesn't stop keith from going past the bump of cock head at the back of his mouth to swallowing around shiro's tip, eyes watering as he suppresses a gag and pushes his face down as far down as he can get it between shiro's legs. always heavily ambitious, keith holds position while his throat convulses for one, two two, three, and then he comes up and off chest heaving. ]
Fuck, I love how your cock feels inside, Shiro....
[ raspy and hoarse, keith takes a deep huff of breath then pops right back on shiro's cock, bobbing up and down with little care for the spreading ache of his jaw as shiro thickesn up. ]
perhaps shiro should take a picture of his booty hole and simply show him
huston, we have contact. he feels the drop on the fat of his tongue first, and quickly after, that earthy taste blooms, only intensifying as shiro draws his tongue back inside his mouth, swallowing. this boy. this absolute gem of a boy.; so unique, so special, so delectably made, both in body and spirit. shiro will never tire of discovering and rediscovering all the ways in which no one will ever be able to compare to keith. which is, of course, a problem, according to clear-headed, logically-bound shiro. at present, however, that shiro has left the building, especially when a wickedly hot mouth encloses more securely around his cock, bobbing low to introduce cockhead to throat.
they’ve done this plenty of times, with keith’s lips sealed around his cock and working low, to force his throat open. still, shiro marvels at keith’s determination of taking so much, so quickly, because it hasn’t taken much for shiro’s blood to rush low and fatten his cock. he feels keith begin to choke, first in a tremble that plays at his sensitive head and then tightens around his length. he ought to feel some remorse for it, at least a brief twinge of it, but shiro feels nothing less than appreciation for each convulsion, the rhythmic spasm of muscle feeling amazing along his cock. ]
Holy fuck, Keith.
[ punched out, shiro is choking, too; though, choking on breath is decidedly easier to weather than a thick cock. his hips have a mind of their own: keith comes up and they arch up with a tensing of his ass, trying to maintain contact. it’s needless, it seems, because keith is just as addicted to the connection and soon, after a quip, keith is back, bobbing his head with the single-minded focus of making that cock rock hard. shiro’s eyes roll and he gives himself over to the need to close his eyes, tip his head back and groan. it takes a few extra seconds, but the agreement inevitably comes in the form of a raspy: ]
Yeah. It feels amazing inside you. [ in all manners: fingers, tongue, cock, keith’s body is a dream and shiro is a spoiled boy. ] Nothing beats that feeling… not even cliff-jumping.
[ through the desire, there’s a upswing of amusement, an emotion that colors his voice with a lighter, more playful tone. his focus realigns, however, and he’s bogged down with the delicious notes of lust, every moment heavy and wanting as he continues curling his fingers inside keith’s ass. this whole time, he’s been diligently – and slowly – working his three fingers back and forth together, fucking keith deep and thorough. again, he thinks of how wet keith is and as his hole squelches on the next thrust, as if on cue, shiro brings his other middle finger to join his others. peeling back keith’s rim, he aligns the pad and then pushes it in with the other three. ]
It was difficult letting you walk away with the door between us but now that I know it’s you…
[ it’s a feat in itself that he manages words. mesmerized both by the sight of keith’s hole stuffed full of fingers and by the continued distraction of his cock being worked over and over inside keith’s mouth, shiro has no hope of keeping his voice level. it’s pitchy and throaty, occasionally interrupted with harsh breath or a moan. he’s talking when action is more paramount than word. he can’t help it; there are ideas in his head and he’s rambling them off, thinking only of how lovely keith looks when he’s filled. ]
I want to keep you here all the time and sit you on my cock. [ in the morning, in the afternoon, at night… that’s what they’re here to do, but it’s not just sheets and sex. ] Want you to stay on my cock and hold me inside, even when I’ve gone soft, for hours and hours.
gosh he could LOL
there'd been a time when keith walked away from his side of the balsawood door, ass throbbing and quivering, thoroughly used and abused by anon's cock, and that was the filthiest thing in the world. what they're doing together now makes that keith seem downright virginal.
face flushed scarlet, keith swears he can feel his heart beating in his ears, his throat, his cock, his ass, everywhere, like he's minutes from bursting despite the fact he's still mostly soft between his legs. overwrought and tingling from head to toe, keith keeps working on shiro's cock like he was made to pleasure it until his boyfriend splits him even further open. keith comes off shiro's cock with a loud groan as a fourth finger bullies past his rim and his hole gapes, the rim fluttering wildly. ]
Shiro! Oh god, it's so damn much... taking you everywhere like this. But I -- [ whatever that train of thought is, it atomizes as shiro into an urgent, pitched moan as shiro starts moving his fingers, glands producing a new burst of slick to ease the way. ] Fuuuuuck!
[ with little grasp on any sense of inhibition, keith's voice ticks up in volume, decibels away from outright yelling. eyes squeezed shut, he pants heavily through several thrusts of shiro's fingers, mind fogging with the delirium of simply doing exactly as shiro's describing. and when keith finds no reason not to simply make that a reality? ]
Fuck, I'm putting an end to your dick screaming.
[ screaming that only keith can hear evidently. but with a determined scoot forward, he frees himself from shiro's hold on his ass and quickly turns himself around. holding eye contact, keith positions himself at a hover above shiro's hips and holds his boyfriend's cock steady. ]
Show me. Show me how fucking good you feel even when you're soft inside me.
[ and with that, keith lines up shiro's cockhead to his hole, groaning as the tip breaches and gravity slips him down, down, down until shiro is fully ensheathed. fingers trembling as keith spreads them open on his boyfriend's ships, keith breathes out hard, but there's something soft about his expression when he holds shiro's gaze with a longing smile. ]
.... Wow. I've wanted to look at your face while doing this for so long. I- I can't believe it's real and it's finally happening. I - [ fuck. is he actually getting emotional? no, shut up. hoping to disract and keep from saying anything embarrassing, keith flexes his thighs, ad rolls up, nice and slow before slamming back down with a drawn-out moan. ]
perhaps he can print it out and take it w him to canada
for all his disappointment in the loss of keith’s fun hole, the remedy for it is easily found in the following movements. after all, how can he feel anything other than excitement when keith pivots his body, giving shiro the perfect view of his pretty cock, his torso, his shoulders, his neck, his face – he’s so god damn beautiful, flush pink and sheened with sweat. even prettier when those thighs flex, propping keith above shiro’s spit slick cock.
the first touch of his cockhead smearing through the slick wetting keith’s hole has shiro visibly shivering. that’s the only brush, though, because the angle is perfect and keith is quick to let gravity do its work, swallowing shiro up inch by inch until keith’s ass sits firmly on his pelvis. shiro’s hands, which have been mostly useless throughout keith’s ministrations, give up on twisting the sheets to feel up keith’s thighs. keith’s murmuring and it’s like he’s brain-linked with shiro’s mind, because those are shiro’s words and feelings, the same awed disbelief running through him, too. the number of times he thought of keith while with anonymous is embarrassingly high and then since, after their decision to be together, he’s passed these many weeks, often touching himself to a mental picture of keith.
sexual tension high, maybe that’s why everything derailed so quickly and so filthily. shiro doesn’t regret what they’ve done, but he did come into this with a much softer expectation. it’s here that he remembers it. more than that, it’s here that he wants it again. keith’s smile, keith’s words, keith’s slow drag up, they all work together to gentle the headiness of shiro’s desire, enough to have those hands on keith’s thighs to clutch higher, interrupting any hope for a continued rhythm. ]
Wait. Lemme look at you.
[ because he hasn’t gotten his fill yet, of this moment of finally being together. they’ve been together many times before, true, but not like this. not with them knowing it and certainly not with them looking at each other. this time, held tight inside keith’s body while holding eye contact… heh, keith has no need to be embarrassed about being emotional. he isn’t the only one. ]
I don’t know how I’m gonna survive you. [ murmured softly, there’s the slightest slur to his voice, words bleeding into each other, as though he’s already pleasure drunk. ] Gorgeous boy… pretty boy… just looking at you is overwhelming in the best way.
[ so how is he going to fair when keith is riding him in earnest? grinning, shiro draws lines at keith’s thighs and then gently rakes his blunt nails down them. ]
Just this once, I think you’ll have to go easy on me. [ if keith wants this to last, that is. sighing now, shiro keeps eye contact and gives keith’s thighs twin taps. ] Fuck me slow so I don’t miss a thing.
i can't believe this is their future. looking at filthy pictures and talking about the good old days
keith already knew shiro would feel incredibly fully sheathed inside, but there's just nothing in the universe that compares to the sweet thrill of seeing shiro's expression warm with affection and praise that's reserved just for him. heady in his uncontrollable euphoria, keith straightens up from his lean, straight-backed now and full of unmistakable pride, to show off the lines of his body from his muscled shoulders, to flushed half-dimes, down to his abs and stiffening cock.
honestly, keith's given little thought to his own appeaance. he figures, if anything, he looks decent enough, but it's in hearing shiro compliment him like this when he's proudly seated on his cock and covered in sweat and whatever the fuck his ass is producing that he actually feels kinda sexy for once. the novelty of it hits keith just right enough to laugh brightly, as he grabs shiro's flesh hand and holds it tight in his. ]
Go easy on you, huh? Now there's something I never thought I'd hear from you.
[ fuck. try as he might to insert.a teasing lilt to his voice, he fails utterly at sounding anything other than completely and hopelessly besotted. ]
If you need a minute, I could do this for a bit. You wanted to look at me, right?
[ bringing his free hand up to his half-hard cock, keith starts to pump himself slowly, breathing instantly going ragged as his cock and stretched hole twitch with the slow stroke. ]
So look at me. [ lifting shiro's hand, he presses the palm over his racing heart, and continues to pump slowly and steadily. ] Cuz if you feel even a fraction of how I feel looking at you right now..... fuck.
[ what even is the analogy here? are there even words to describe how perfect keith feels in the moment? it's like coming into the orbit of a gorgeous star, circling and soaking up all the light to the point that he no longer remembers what being in the dark had ever felt like. ]
fjkghgw it'll keep them warm???
– not that he doesn’t want to make this boy cum many more times tonight.
for now, however, he’s calmed into pressing pause on their hurried movements, the whole of him relaxing and sinking into the bedding. keith takes his hand soon enough though and shiro leans up just so, allowing the reach necessary for keith to place his hand to his chest. immediately, shiro flattens his palm fully, pressing the span of it over keith’s left pec, feeling the steady thump, thump of his heart. it’s quick and it’s heavy, so intense that shiro’s surprised there aren’t rattling ribs to go along with it.
the thought has his grin shifting, tightening, curling into a smirk that’s more teasing and self-assured. ]
Fuck sounds right.
[ shiro doesn’t have room to tease; three words and he can’t even keep his voice steady. it’s breathy and dripping with desire, so honeyed with his need that he’s nearly purring. holding keith’s gaze, shiro takes his fill of adoring keith’s face, all the while blindly shifting his hand to pinch fingers at that lovely half-dime. he’s merciless with that nub, rolling it back and forth between finger and thumb.
there are so many things to say here. he wants to adorn keith with compliments, more of how breathtaking he is, how strong, how perfectly made he is to fit with his own body. he’d like to tell him how much he adores him, too, and that he can’t imagine feeling even a fraction of what he feels now for or with anyone else. instead, the softer, sweeter sentimentals grow hazy, for his gaze has traveled down to watch the encirclement of keith’s fingers. seeing that flushed head move back and forth in keith’s fist makes shiro’s thoughts grow heavy and slow, like molasses. ]
You could probably get me to cum just like this.
[ maybe? probably. he’s not there yet, not even close, but he can feel it, the potential of a slow-crescendo, of being coaxed into a crest through steady touch and suggestion. ]
Feels amazing inside you already. All it’ll take is you stroking yourself, teasing me to madness by showing off your sexy body and moaning my name… a little flex and the perfect shift of your hips and I bet I’ll burst.
[ he gives keith’s nip another pinch and then drags his hand down, coasting through the lines of his abs and then to touch the wrist of the hand slowly jerking off. he doesn’t change or aid the motion, he merely holds on to ride out the movement. ]
Would you like that, baby? Do you wanna be full of my cum?
but my tundra research says otherwise??
int's a little mesmerizing to be so whollly engrossed by everything his boyfriend is saying, even though keith technically is the one on top, in charge and ostensibly controlling shiro's pleasure. it doesn't matter that his own cock is throbbing again, or that every minute twitch sends a whole body shock reminding him of just how firm and deep sshiro is planted inside him, his own pleasure is entirely a lovedrunk afterthought as keith watches the perfect way shiro's bow lips move and take shape around words and smiles.
it's almost funny. being so wrapped up in being with shiro makes every filthy suggestion sound like sweet poetry. keith takes it all in, goosefleshed along his thighs while flushing warm, and gives himself a little shake as he resumes the beating of his fist up and down the length of his drooling cock. ]
Yeah.... yeah, I wanna be pumped full, Shiro.
[ murmured breathlessly, as keith points his cock at shiro and smears the pre on his abs. ]
Fill me up, sir. I wanna feel it sticky inside, and dripping down my legs.
[ pumping faster now, keith squirms and squeezes around shiro's cock as he groans and works his thighs to ride in teasing barely there bounces. ]
Fuck. [ reaching behind, keith grabs shio's balls and squeezes gently but urgently. ] Look me in the eye while you mark my ass as yours, Shiro. Make me feel like it's never gonna wash out. Do it.
fjkjhg ah yes. your pokemoning in the low 30s weather. i wonder if s + k can pokemon in the tundra
i wanna be pumped full, shiro.
ah, fuck. wasn’t he just thinking that he wasn’t close? that, maybe, over a course of hefty time, keith could draw a slow-cresting orgasm out of him?
shiro squirms, only to stop immediately, because that certainly isn’t helping his restraint. it’s so slight, just a barely there shifting of his cock inside the heat and tightness of keith’s body, why does it feel like he’s just endured a milking? similar to the beating of keith’s quickened fist?
fill me up, sir. i wanna feel it sticky inside, and dripping down my legs.
that’s why. keith’s gone chatty, spelling absolute disaster for shiro, especially when this beautiful boy picks up where shiro left off, squirming and squeezing around his cock. shiro chokes on breath, eyes slamming shut and expression furrowing with deep wrinkles that make him look close to pain. he’s not, though. he’s so far away from pain. his system is overrun with pleasure and bliss and holy fuck, he’d been bullshitting. he’s not actually supposed to cum from just this.
fuck.
yeah, ditto. giving up on his desperate cling to keith’s wrist, shiro sends both hands out now to grasp at keith’s squirming hips. to stop him? in theory, but his body wants what it wants and even as it’s tensing on the tell-tale signs that have shiro’s brain yelling, his hands don’t cooperate beyond digging fingers in to ride the motion of keith’s hips. shiro has about one tick to think, he can survive this, he can endure this without embarrassing himself, but then keith’s reaching behind to squeeze his sac.
do it.
shit. shit. shit. shiro raises his gaze, eyes meeting keith’s and for a split moment, there’s a pinch to his brow and a look in his eyes that’s almost apologetic, but then he’s swept up in the cresting pleasure, the climb so swift and so sudden that it whites out his thoughts. he keeps his eyes open, but they’ve gone distant and unfocused, mouth opening to choke out keith’s name. it isn’t a short affair. his second orgasm of the night and yet, it’s long, heavy, messy. will it be enough to do all the things keith commanded from him? shiro is picturing all those filthy things, at the very least.
when it’s over, with his cock giving its last twitch and spit, shiro collapses into the sheets, body going lax as eyes close and mouth stays open, panting for breath. three, two, one… and then everything tightens, with his eyes flying open, only to then be covered by his hands across his face. ]
Oh my god.
[ mortification finds him first. give him a minute, perhaps he’ll find it in himself to laugh. until then? ]
That… I… [ still hiding behind his hands, he flaps his lips a few more times without any words coming out, before settling on: ] That wasn’t supposed to happen.
Important. Research.!!!!
but even so, keith has to admit he feels pretty fucking powerful right about now and it's made all the more exhilarating by his own mix of confusion and heavy arousal. see, in all the times he's fucked around with anon, it was only towards the very end that the guy ... shiro started finishing inside. the first time, keith had been so fucking out of it from his half-hour climax that he didn't exactly have any cogent thoughts on an extra load of slick in his ass, but later...
later while cleaning up and finding a steady trickle of cum leaking from his puffy hole, keith had been struck over the head with a hard-to-place blend of shame and longing. shame won the day on account of returning to his best friend's bed, but still....
watching shiro react to the filth of that moment that keith has been thoroughly unable to shake is spellbinding. goading and teasing more than anything because keith isn't sure if anyone can actually cum like this, he moans as shiro pulls at his hips and -- ]
Oh.....
[ what else is there to say? thoughts blink out of existence as keith watches his best friend unravel and molten heat splashes at his insides. fuck. keith shivers, heart racing like he's just climaxed himself through his own cock remains rock, painting abs with a fresh coat of pre.
it's impossible not to smile stupidly as keith releases his cock and lets it lewdly bounce back up in order to hold onto shiro's flesh wrist. he doesn't attempt to prise those hand away from shiro's face -- not yet, but his grip is firm, tone bright with joy. ]
That was amazing.
[ the hand still holding shiro's sack gives it another gentle squeeze. ]
I mean, fuck -- I have to wait for you to get hard again, but... wow. Just wow.
IT REALLY IS. i value your commitment to the research of our many sheith verses
that was amazing.
between that and the gentle squeeze at his wrist, shiro does not reveal his face but he does split his middle finger from his ring finger, opening a crack for one eye to peer through. it’s not at all subtle; keith can see shiro looking at him. nonetheless, shiro takes his time to stare at that wide smile and those joyful eyes. all in all, keith’s reaction shouldn’t be this surprising but somehow, shiro’s mortification has tangled him up so thoroughly in low expectation that he’s floored by it. ]
You’re pleased.
[ his voice rings dumbfounded. ]
You’re not - [ disappointed that it’s over already…? of course, the more rational thought is that they can simply keep going; as keith says, he just needs to wait. but that isn’t a fix-all, because – ]
It’s our first time.
[ … as them. the first time seeing each other’s faces when shiro is inside keith. and that was the result: shiro cumming like some preteen getting his dick wet for the first time. ]
yes, i deserve to be appreciated
Am I supposed to be mad that you're really into me?
[ if anything, it's nice to have evidence of shiro's affection so plain to see and feel. grip still loose around shiro's wrists, keith brushes circles around shiro's thumbs, still a little too tickled by the shyness to force those hands away. given another beat, the teasing lilt drops out of keith's expression and tone as he murmurs more gently: ]
This is a hell of a lot sweeter than you making me choke on your dick our first time.
[ their first time anonymously, that is. not that keith doesn't follow the distinction that shiro's trying to draw here, but all the same the contrast makes keith grow a little fonder. ]
... heh. That was the first time I had a cock in my mouth, you know that?
so modest
aphrodisiac, that's the more likely explanation to that hungry boldness than shy, generally reclusive keith racking up extensive, regularly sought experience in cock sucking. it's a tricky situation, deciding whether he's disappointed or relieved. disappointed only in that that was keith's first experience: drugged and coerced into a rushed affair. whereas relief stems from the obvious: he was first and for a time, only. ]
I wouldn’t have guessed. [ seems he's leaning more into relief; that feeling gatewaying right into soft excitement and brimming awe. ] You were… exceptional.
[ truthfully, it's all a bit hazy, the drug having blurred the detailed sharpness of his memory. no matter. the compliment is still true, he knows it is. because he agonized, he wanted, and inevitably, he caved to the desire to leave an anonymous note. so, truly, that man in the library – keith – had been good.
by now, shiro has uncovered his face; his smiling face. he's still got a twinge of shyness that keeps his gaze soft, but not so much that he keeps his hands idle. one twists to roll keith's grip from his wrist and take that hand in his. the other reaches down, touching keith's knee to smooth up along his thigh. ]
I’m your first here, too, right?
[ fresh from his orgasm, he's oversensitive, even if his mortification has dulled his awareness of it. he feels it now, however, when he flexes his ass and presses his hips up, shifting his soft cock inside keith just a faint amount. ]
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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