[ 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. ]
[ as ridiculous as it is to be feeling shy when literally perched naked and hard on his boyfriend's cock, the assessment still makes keith fluster, a warm pink spreading across his cheeks as his smile turns boyish.
a lot about that encounter in the library had been messed up, with little brain and all aphro-fueled hormones to steer his judgment. how exactly is keith meant to feel about having good instincts for suckling cock? he doesn't know, except that it makes his stomach feel a little squirmy with tentative laughter. piloting and blowjobs -- two of his latent abilities just waiting to be tested, huh?
not that shiro allows him to dwell on that absurdity for long. an insistent thrust drags a soft, wet noise from keith's lips, cock twitching hopefully. he hiccups a laugh in the aftermath, awash in light yet wanting feelings as he opens up his fingers to interlace with shiro's. ]
Yeah. Yeah, you are, old-timer.
[ growing moonier by the second, keith traps shiro's wandering hand at his knee and raises it to his lips to smooch. ]
Who'd have thought....
[ th odds of it seem astronomically low. the two of them existing in the same interuniversal sex trafficking ring masquerading as a prison is already pretty unlikely. the fact that the two of them ended up sharing firsts despite the plethora of drugs and whatever else to lower inhibitions makes that all the more incredible somehow. ]
[ oh, that wet sound is nice. not just the one slipping past those parted lips, but lower, too, where their bodies touch. slick and cum are mixed together, and while shiro is, more or less, acting as a beaver dam to keep it all from dripping free to tacky up the space between keith’s thighs, he’s still very much aware of how wet keith is. his own physiology is, unfortunately, very human; meaning that even with all these tantalizing thoughts, his cock refuses to plump up. patience and all that junk, he knows, he knows. he’ll get there – quicker than usual, perhaps – he only needs to wait and eye this pretty boy up a little longer.
and stroke him off, too. that sounds like a delightful way to pass the time.
keith’s cockhead is spongy and smeared, a consequence of rubbing his pre into shiro’s abs. flexing his midsection then, he thinks of how he likes being marked that way, with keith’s scent coating him. if he teases that cock for a little while, maybe it’ll drip some more onto him. keith intercepts him, though. up his thigh shiro’s hand goes, barely getting any further than halfway before fingers enclose around his, lifting him high. it’s impossible to say he’s disappointed for being diverted from his plan, because that kiss is rather sweet, especially with the besotted look that comes along with it.
oh.
held tight and warm inside keith’s body while simultaneously being spoiled with hands, lips and eyes that speak volumes, shiro doesn’t have the working rationale to be anything other than just as hopelessly smitten in the moment. shiro counters with a soft, adoring gaze, and a tug of his own, one that brings keith’s other hand to his mouth, kissing it just as gently. the difference comes in that shiro’s smile doesn’t stay. there’s a quirk to his mouth, one that extends, slanting his lips boyishly with a flash of teeth. ]
I’m still old-timer?
[ he was waffle for about two minutes earlier. remembering that, he laughs brief and light, again shifting his hips just to intensify the feel of their connection. ]
Haven’t I demonstrated how… virile I am? I am about to give you the best orgasm of your life, after all.
[ the squirmy feeling in his belly never ceases. shiro grabs his hand and keith can't help broadening his sweet smile, still in vague disbelief that sex cpi;d ever be so much more than rutting and burning up until freefalling into climax. being with shiro stokes all of that to life, of course, but there's something gentle here that keith is wholly unprepared for but is growing fiercely attached to.
shiro raises his hips again, and this time keith rolls downwards in time. soft as shiro is, the motion mostly makes keith huff with want, but then he's outright laughing at the question presented to him. ]
Maybe I'll upgrade you from old-timer when you get your hard on back.
[ there's nothing but affection in his tone. keith turns shiro's hand, kissing his knuckles as he speaks. ]
You can be Big Guy, again. [ then with a coy smile. ] Big Daddy? [ not exactly something he's understood, but those good mate classes are sometimes illuminating. ] Or Sir. Or whatever you want me to call you. I'm all ears, shiro.
[ they fit so well together; that’s shiro’s heartspun thought. shiro moves and keith moves, too, countering him, matching him, complimenting him, showcasing another avenue of how easy it is for them to belong within each other’s space. impatience is such an easy feeling to find right now, so again, shiro has to consciously talk himself down, silently reassuring himself of soon. soon he’ll get a shot at this gorgeous boy and – hopefully – outlast him.
the way keith is talking helps on that front. breath plays over his knuckles, in between the brush of those lips and shiro sighs happily, masking the hard thumping of his heart that has to be audible to keith, too, right? big guy is one of shiro’s favorites, so the brightening of his expression is as telling as it is instantaneous. big daddy gets a blink and then they’re right onto sir, which would have shiro’s toes curling and breath hitching if he wasn’t still stuck on the endearment of before.
is endearment even the right word? isn’t daddy kind of… lewd? maybe that’s why his dick twitches, body intrinsically reacting to the filthy implication. surprised by his reaction – and more so, not really understanding what that reaction is – shiro stares up at keith’s coy smile and shy eyes, inwardly fumbling over a kink that, up until two seconds ago, he never thought he’d be dealing with.
he’s not into it, he tells himself… but he does wonder if keith is trying to plant the seed without asking for it. why else would keith mention it?
shiro feels warm, from his face to his chest to his cock that is still dammed up inside keith. ]
You, uh… you want me to be your daddy? [ shy curiosity colors his voice, more than judgment or aversion. a pause, then a furrowing of his eyebrows. ] Does that make you baby?
....i will never look at that name the same way thanks
[ the promising twitch of shiro's sleepy cock would have made keith laugh in most other situations. for better or for worse though, this particular situation is proving to be an exception to the rule the nanosecond shiro redirects the question.
with the floodlights turned on him, keith blinks as well, flushing a warm scarlet up to the tips of his ears. big daddy had mostly been a throwaway joke of a title, but hearing it in shiro's voice agitates that squirmy, fluttery feeling in his belly.
kinks are.... bizarre. keith has been in porn prison for months by now, but even so, keith's rarely considered his own curiosities and desires while attending those hideous "how to be a good mate" classes. part of that had been the nature of class itsel. after all, being in a room of horny inmates really doesn't put keith in the mood for soul-searching and introspection. but the other part of it is that keith adamantly maintains that some kinks are just bizarre, end of story.
talk of daddies, in particular, had lit up all sorts of uncomfortable associations with his own dad, the face of a bygone era of his life. their key smash instructor had insisted that wasn't the point. people aren't literally thinking about their biological dads while mating, though whatever reassurance that was had swiftly been undone by the following unless you are in which case please attend next week's class on taboo kink!
fighting through a stunned silence, keith struggles to relax the tension from his shoulders as he holds shiro's gaze. it helps nothing. in fact, he feels shyer for each passing second in which he simply looks at his boyfriend without having a clear rebuttal to throw back in his boy's dazed but curious expression.
baby. daddy. fucking hell, it all feels so terribly wrong to be talking like this while he's rock hard and sitting on shiro's cock. oart if him wants to laugh all of this off, but then there's that tiny expanding part of his consciousness that wants to know what being taken care of might look like if..... ]
I could be baby. Do you... [ a beat, then he pauses on a breath for some courage. ] ... would you like being my big daddy?
henry doesn't deserve this. he is such an innocent, fussy bean.
[ would he like being keith’s big daddy… now there’s a string of words that aren’t said every day. the urge to laugh is almost too difficult to resist; almost. saying he feels uncomfortable isn’t untrue, but it isn’t the whole story. if anything, he feels obligated to give further weight to those uncertain feelings, because this is so unorthodox, at least in relation to anything he’s ever indulged in. well – indulged in before coming to this porn prison. his sex life has certainly become something else entirely in the months he’s spent here. before, he won’t say his activities in bed were dull. they were satisfactory. enough. enjoyable. most of all, straightforward. no anonymous kink, no spanking, no sir, no daddy. hell, even rimjobs weren’t much of a thing, seeing as the bulk of his experience is tied with his long-term relationship and adam wasn’t much of a fan.
so huh. now that he thinks about it… maybe it was dull. maybe he is a little – a lot?? – repressed. is that why it’s so easy to ping his desire? to get him to want things he’s never given conscious consideration to before? maybe it’s simply keith: the shyness of his expression, the tentative notes of his voice, the weight of him in his lap and on his cock. the thing is… shiro would like to be just about anything to and for keith. so is he opposed to trying this out and seeing if it works for them…?
the furrowed creasing of his forehead smooths out, his expression clearing and setting into one of focus. he works his hands free and then he’s getting them to the bed, lifting himself up on his elbows. ]
I think I would.
[ he dreads the obvious question, though: why. if asked, he’s not certain he would be able to articulate why two words, three syllables have his stomach clenching and blood rushing to thicken his dismally soft cock. the implied authority of it? the trust that comes with it? the mere fact that keith is so vulnerable in the moment, showing him a side that shiro severely doubts anyone, anywhere will ever see? whatever the reason, shiro is gone on the idea, becoming more and more attached to the prospect of trying this out as he, carefully, pushes himself up.
the burn in his abdominals is slight, legs still outstretched along the bed as he sits upright with keith in his lap. throughout the whole movement, his gaze never strays from keith’s. here, now, with their faces much closer, shiro continues to hold gaze, dropping his voice low and languid, syllables thick with intention. ]
As your big daddy… [ he touches keith’s waist with his left hand, skirting along the jut of his hipbone with a back and forth of his thumb. ] It’s my job to take care of you, isn’t that right, baby boy?
[ oh. just like that, shiro's doe-eyed surprise vanishes and keith fights to keep a shiver contained as his boyfriend sits up, focused and intent on ... daddying? fuck.
it's almost funny, really. barely a minute ago, and keith was the one calling the shots, milking the cum right out of shiro's sack as he mewled his way through his climax. where'd all that easy confidence gone? keith can't find it in himself when face-to-face with a shiro who's newly determined to take back the reins, soft-dicked and all.
an electric thrum zips across his hips at the touch, making keith's breath hitch as he unconsciously tightens around shiro's cock. with a reflexive gasp, keith relaxes and tentatively puts his hands on shiro's thighs. the scarlet flush from before recedes, though his cheeks stay a stubborn rosy pink as he opens his mouth to speak.
or tries to anyway. he swallows, and clears his throat, looking down at the pr painted on shiro's abs only to look back up sharply when his traitorous cock twitches.
thing is? keith can't imagine for a second that being this way with anyone else could ever flood him with so many confused, aroused feelings. this ought to be funny or outright gross.
somehow it isn't.
it shouldn't be possible to feel more naked and vulnerable than he already is, but the way shiro looks at him now feels like the man has turned a magnifying glass onto his soul. heart racing, keith tries to settle by tracing nonsense shapes over shiro's thighs as he nods, smiling shyly. ]
... you should. Because.... [ here, keith drops eye contact, bracing before blurting: ] Cuz you're proud of me, right?
Edited 2023-03-20 23:27 (UTC)
ive been yelling at a constant pitch for 8 hrs. i cannot believe you brought approval kink into this
[ fuck. eloquent, he knows, but that’s the go-to expletive to encompass the moment. it’s the only workable one, because holy shit, keith is so goddamn responsive. shiro touches keith’s hip and keith flutters, the muscles of his ass clenching around his dick, kneading him, teasing him, silently giving him all the reason to hurry up. shiro chokes on breath and goes still, shoulders slightly rounded as he braces through the tight, too tight hold of keith bearing down on him. but then, just as quickly, keith relaxes and shiro shudders through the rest of his inhale, desperately trying to piece together the fracture of his composure.
keith is kind – or he simply can’t see beyond his own desperation to remain calm – and doesn’t breathe a word about the blip in shiro’s composure. instead, all keith does is smile shy and draw lines, doing with his hands the equivalent of bashfully toeing the ground. he’s cute. so very cute. and it's laughable, really, because how can shiro be mentally cooing over how sweet-faced his best friend is when said best friend is sitting on his cock, ass warm and tight enough to coax his body into a quickened turnaround? every time keith so much as breathes, shiro can feel him: in his lap and on his cock, every tiny movement working him over. he twitches again and thickens slow, keith’s blurted words hanging between them for one, two –
fuck, he thinks again. ]
So much.
[ two, simple words, yet somehow, shiro heaves through them. it’s embarrassing how strained thin his voice is; too breathy and too earnest, like it would physically pain him if he held onto those words any longer. the truth of the matter is that it would; pain him, that is. shiro is not a simple man… but he is in this one aspect: joy comes to him very easily when he’s allowed a moment to tell keith just how wonderful he is. how valued he is. how incredibly proud he makes shiro every day. keith’s come a long way from the bruise-knuckled kid of years ago, and while he’s certain keith would attribute that turnaround to him, shiro gives all the credit to keith’s willingness to listen, grow, and become the man his potential promised him to be. ]
In a hundred different ways… [ at least. he smiles in lieu of giving those words voice, instead leaning in to brush a kiss to one of those rosy-cheeks. ] There’s no one who’s made me prouder.
[ that’s the sugar-honey, sweetheart response that is deserving of a pause. but shiro doesn’t pause. shiro noses along that flushed cheek and huffs breath at keith’s ear, the hand at his hip sliding over keith’s curves to cup at his ass cheek. ]
Like now. [ he’s proud. so very proud. ] You’re keeping me so warm and so wet inside you, patiently waiting for your fucking.
[ flexing his own ass to add some upward pressure of his hips, shiro once more tests the fit of their bodies. the softness of his cock hasn’t filled out, but he’s plumper, enough to be encouraging to the idea that the rest of the wait may not be too terribly long. before, shiro had thought stroking keith off would be a nice way to pass the time; he hasn’t given up on that idea, but he’s yet to move his metal hand in between their bodies. instead, his focus is on inching his fingers toward the crease of keith’s ass, not at all shy about finding whatever slick there is to be scooped up, slathering his fingers with it. ]
You’re such a good boy. [ a beat. a huff. an audible smile. ] My good boy.
[ he may not be able to deliver on cock fucking, but he can with finger fucking, which he does by pulling at keith’s rim with his slicked index finger, fitting it in alongside his cock, just to give keith that fuller feeling. ]
[ with shiro now closer than ever, keith shivers bodily, skin goosefleshed where the suggestion of touch makes him feel overheated. just as before when shiro had him ass up, spread over his knee, and waiting for a palm to deliver a stinging slap, keith has no explanation for what it is about any of this that kicks aside all his defenses, silences the obvious protests he should be having, and yanks him physically, mentally into painful arousal.
shiro is proud of him. fuck. the thought alone makes his balls ache as shiro's hand goes down to the split of his cheeks, finger swirling in slick before demanding entrance at his already stuffed hole. keith doesn't a proper chance to process any of it. not really.
the fact that he hasn't felt like shiro's been proud of him in a long time back in his reality passes keith by in the blink of an eye, like watching the creation and burn out of a sun sped up in time-lapse. the gasp could be from anything. the added stretch at his rim, the faint heartache that's being tenderly soothed with shiro's touch, or the steady filling out of shiro's soft dick as it forces keith to take it's full girth once more, but whatever it is keith responds in the only way he knows how in the moment.
both hands come up to drape around neck and shoulders, head hung as he lits up a pinch higher on his thighs to give shiro the room he needs. ]
I- I'm your good boy. I - [ here, vulnerability slips through as keith buries his face in a shoulder. ] I couldn't be this for anyone else. Ever.
[ not only is the thought mortifying, but he doesn't fucking care about what other people have to say about his actions, his choices, and his life. the only person whose opinion has mattered so deeply that keith is willing to remold himself is the person he's clinging to. cock twitching hard against shiro's abs, keith stutters through ]
Da..play with me, daddy.
i'll just be over here closing my eyes for eternity
[ he is a good boy. approvingly, shiro murmurs softly, more sound than actual words, and turns his head to nose at the mess of black hair. rewarding keith further for his cooperation, shiro takes advantage of that gained space by thrusting his finger out and in, humming low in his throat at the drag against his cock. keith may feel fuller, but shiro feels tighter; keith’s ass is still such a wonderful vice around his thickening cock, muscle pulsing around him and quivering more as he moves his finger to test the limits of the stretch. it’s a tease for keith as much as it is for shiro, meaning that shiro’s legendary patience is taking a beating and that it, likely, will not be so legendary given a short amount of time.
or now, actually, because now, keith is stuttering through words that go straight to shiro’s cock. it has to be his imagination, right? he has to imagine the way he plumps up, growing stiffer and longer seemingly from one breath to the next. he isn’t into this daddy thing that much. ]
Yes, baby. Daddy’s got you.
[ god. that’s his voice. that’s him speaking those words. later, when all the oxygenated blood isn’t in his cock and some is left for his brain, perhaps he’ll reflect and feel an ounce of shame for what their first time has become. or maybe, he’ll double-down and revisit these kinks. either way, it is future shiro’s problem to deal with, because present shiro is bowing lower, nosing keith’s jaw to get at his neck. there’s a bruise on keith’s thigh and soon, there will be a matching one on his neck, just as wet and just as red.
shiro muffles a moan there, metal hand sliding between their bodies to find the first notch of keith’s cock, right there underneath his cockhead. a squeeze and an angle, to draw a sticky line against his abs, before he’s huffing against the wet patch at keith’s throat. ]
Messy, so messy. [ his voice tilts with obvious approval, only to be bolstered by the continued movement of his metal hand, now slipping down to the next ridge to pause and squeeze. this is the rhythm he takes, working his way down one ridge at a time, until he’s mapped out the entirely of keith’s cock from top to bottom. throughout, the finger inside keith occasionally draws out and in for a thrust, but mostly remains still, maintaining that full feeling. ]
So, baby, how do you want it? [ he’s back to nosing along keith’s jaw, fingers working back up keith’s cock in the slowest stroke imaginable. ] Do you want to show me how well you ride? Or do you want daddy to show you how well he fucks?
[ keith obediently tips his head back, granting shiro all the space he wants to suck, bite, and bruise marks into his skin as shiro sees fit. beyond the obvious thrill of being so plainly marked as belonging to shiro, there's a hard-to-pin exhilaration racing from sternum to cock at the thought of being malleable to his boyfriend's whims. to be used like a canvas for all of shiro's filthy desires.
fuck. the lewd thought is made all the lewder when paired with the gentle in-out motion of shiro's fingers, and the added fullness of a girthy cock waking up to demand space. keith shivers, breathing through his mouth as he swallows hard. this whole... giving himself over to another person, letting them take charge, use him -- it's all shit that'd been brought up before in some cringe-inducing discussion about submissives during "how to good mate" class. weird is all keith had thought at the time. weird, wrong, and definitely not for him.
but that was before shiro. before that agonizing slow rhythm of pressure rolling up his cock. keith whimpers, pleading without uttering a single word as pre meets shiro's fingers when they reach the tip. fuck, he's a mess and there's just no hiding it when merely being asked the question prompts a fresh dribble of slick.
breathing hard, keith tries for at least the facade of composure despite the fucking show of interest that his cock and ass insist on putting on. it's an impossible choice, really, and the sheer wrongness of knowing he's made plenty of difficult calls in the heat of battle without batting an eyelash, but this makes him stumble with all the indecision of a virgin only deepens the flush of his cheeks.
heart hammering and head flooded with just the prospect of shiro and him really fucking each other for the first time, keith groans, whines, and then finally growls his impatience as shiro squeezes up another ridge.
hand catching shiro's wrist to trap the hand on his cock, keith huffs and breaks into a feral grin. ]
If I ride you, you're sure you're not gonna nut on me early, daddy?
[ the words feel foreign, and yet it's easy to slip into. thrilling, really, because it feels like them again. no warnings given, keith flexes his thighs and rides shiro's cock up to the tip, pausing only to look down between his legs and shiver at the sight of them connected this way for the first time. ]
Cuz I'm not feeling patient anymore.
[ and with that, against better judgment, keith slams back down, taking all of shiro's cock in a single demanding motion, gasping throughout. but does he stop? no. trembling, he raises an eyebrow, still holding onto some of his defiances as he starts to ride. ]
Edited 2023-03-26 18:05 (UTC)
... no. you're the one causing this eternity eye closing
[ as much as shiro thrives off of a subdued keith, too turned on and too hazy in mind to do anything other than take what shiro is giving him, the opposite is just as addicting. that fight, fucking hell. throughout their friendship, competition, both friendly and goading, has guided them along, strengthening their bond. even as hard-edged as it has been at times, with keith pushing back with an attitude that hadn’t always read fair, shiro has been fond of him. that spirit is refreshing. fun. exhilarating. up until they found themselves here, that’s all it ever was, but now that he has a confident keith grabbing his wrist, jutting his chin and curling a grin that’s just shy of crazed, shiro finds that it’s arousing, too.
if i ride you, you're sure you're not gonna nut on me early, daddy?
that little shit…! he's grinning, too, though. it comes slow and tight, the upcurl slanting higher on one side. challenge accepted, that’s the translation of it. he allows keith a few more moments to bask in the moment with no resistance, doing little other than watching this boy lift up. his finger slips free on the way up and then shiro is letting that hand drop to the side, not at all guiding keith in any way. the payoff is another cheeky quip and a swift drop.
shiro fights against the flutter of his lashes and the way pleasure makes his eyes want to roll. he ends up, instead, going nearly cross-eyed with the unfocusing of his pupils, jaw tense with how tight he’s slotting his molars together. a harsh exhale comes through his nose but that’s the extent of it: no moan, no groan, no weak sound to betray him. it’s obvious, though, isn’t it? that he’s putting such effort into his composure. the fact that he still hasn’t found voice for a retort is evidence enough. still, he keeps on the charade that he isn’t wonderfully floored by how tight and hot keith is, riding so well on his cock. with that, he forces his voice level. ]
You caught me by surprise before.
[ looking so damn beautiful and sounding so fucking filthy. he huffs to stave off the moan building in his chest and working up his throat, hands coming to rest at keith’s hips. at first, it’s just to follow the movement of keith’s body, but one, two bounces and then shiro slides them behind, grasping each cheek of keith’s ass. there’s still a lacking quality of control in his movements; he’s merely following keith’s pace… and clinging harder to pull his cheeks outward, widening the stretch of keith’s rim just a few millimeters more. ]
That won’t happen again. [ it better not. he doesn’t think he can survive another unfortunately timed orgasm. ] This time, you’ll have to work for my cum.
[ the firm clench of shiro's jaw doesn't go unnoticed, nor does the intense look of focus on his face. the sight is beyond gorgeous, radiant in a whole other spectra than an arizona sunset. the fact that shiro is throwing the challenge right back in his face only adds to the wild adrenaline rush, but as delighted as keith is, it's impossible to be unaffected.
shiro's cock is already thick and demanding in any other position. taking it like this, with the full weight of gravity driving shiro in deep on every down slam of his thighs makes keith groan, fingers trembling as they cling to shiro's hips. full and hard, each tiny movement wrings pleasure out of gland upon gland, and with that added streth on his rim by greedy fingers, it doesn't take more than another bounce or so for keith to lose the feral grin to instead grit his own teeth, determination to take it and please, etche into the hard furrow of his brow. ]
You make it sound like I didn't work for it.
[ breath catching, keith cheats by bouncing up to the top of shiro's cock for the tiniest bit of a pause. moaning as shiro's cock head slips out of him, he shudders as cum drenched slick drips from the gape of his hole right onto his boyfriend's dick. keith watches the lewd show for two beats, moaning as he repositions shiros rock at his rim to dam himself back up. ]
Squeezed it right out your balls.
[ impaling himself just up to shiro's cock head, keith bites his lower lip and breathes hard for a beat. ]
Fuck. Fuuuuck.
[ curse dragging on as keith slams himself back down, his back arches, cock bouncing lewdly as his asscheeks slap shiro's thighs. [
You feel even bigger like this, daddy.
[ and yet, determined as ever, keith repositions his hands, reaching up to squeeze shiro's pecs, pushing them together as he flexes his thighs for another solid bounce up and down, over and over with increasing confidence. ]
Tell me... tell me how good I am.
[ a perfectly reasonable, breathlessly moaned request up until the moment keith overestimates an accidentally comes off shiro's dick entirely. interrupted mid-gasp, keith looks down, blinking hard, and clearly thrown off script. ]
Oh...
i continue to feel judged for providing such wonderful tags
[ holy shit, holy fuck. does shiro only think that or does he say that? attention so intensely spun with what is unfolding before his eyes, shiro lacks the self-awareness to keep track of the distinction between thought and voice. all he knows is that this right here is up there as one of the hottest things he’s ever seen: his spent cum seeping out of keith’s pink, puffy hole, so stretched and so gaping that everything just drips. a mixture of cum and slick plops right onto the tip of his cock head and shiro feels a whole body shiver work out from his cock, curling his toes, tensing his abs, and tightening his fingers.
as pleasing as the sight is, though, it riles him up in the opposite direction, too. his cum is falling out of keith. it isn’t sitting heavy inside him anymore, sticking to his inner walls and marking him deep. it’s a neanderthal thought of claim, but rational, civilized shiro left the cube some time ago, and now, he sees keith, his keith, emptying.
he grits his teeth and moves his hands to keith’s hips again, a moment shy of pulling that boy back down on his cock to keep that cum inside him through forceful, albeit pleasing means. but keith is good and beats him to it. the tension keeps in his jaw; with no other outlet, he tips his head back and lets his eyes roll behind closing lids. keith’s cursing and calling him daddy again, and holy shit, shiro definitely says it aloud this time. getting his eyes open with effort, shiro watches keith move and bounce, gaze continually shifting between keith’s face and cock, indecisive on which is more pleasing to watch. he ends up watching neither, actually. the sight of his own cock, flushed red and glistening with body fluids, disappearing inside keith over and over is mesmerizing enough to enrapture shiro’s attention.
tell me… tell me how good i am.
shiro’s mouth is already open, hanging on a part as he breathes harshly in and out. trying to compose himself, he presses his tongue to his upper lip and breathes even harder, just to steady his lungs… but then there’s a shift too far. the glorious heat is gone. the perfect hug around his cock is gone. keith looks confused, poised there above him. shiro doesn’t, though. all shiro needs is a moment to return to that earlier thought, of his hard made dam breaking and all his spent cum escaping this boy.
shiro becomes a force in the next beat, using his substantial size and weight to pull keith to the bedding as he rolls over. he doesn’t stop there though. he manhandles keith to get his belly down to the sheet before draping himself entirely over him, that same neanderthal brained incentive convincing him that this is what he needs to do to stake his claim: blanket him, encompass him, let him feel his weight and size. wet cock pressed along the crease of keith’s ass and chest resting along keith’s back, shiro presses him a little deeper into the sheets and bends close to his ear. ]
You’re good, you’re so good… [ cooed softly, shiro kisses the sweaty hair curled by his ear. his voice up curls, pitching with an audible smirk. ] – but you’re also cocky.
[ he got pretty overconfident there, huh? bouncing too roughly, too absentmindedly; keith was far too concerned with hearing how good he is that he fell off of shiro’s cock entirely. tsk, tsk. ]
We’ll need to work on your riding. [ many, many times. a soft huff and then there’s movement between their bodies, shiro lifting his hips enough to get his hand on his cock. he notches his cockhead between the crease and finds keith’s hole. ]
Not now, though. Now I’m gonna fuck you, baby boy.
[ that serves as the only warning. he pushes inside in one smooth thrust, bottoming out easily from the excess of slick and cum. it’s a messy affair; this close, with him reluctant to give keith much of any room to exist without shiro literally surrounding him, shiro doesn’t have the full range to pull out. short, quick thrusts is what he manages, each one dirty and grinding. ]
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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.
a lot about that encounter in the library had been messed up, with little brain and all aphro-fueled hormones to steer his judgment. how exactly is keith meant to feel about having good instincts for suckling cock? he doesn't know, except that it makes his stomach feel a little squirmy with tentative laughter. piloting and blowjobs -- two of his latent abilities just waiting to be tested, huh?
not that shiro allows him to dwell on that absurdity for long. an insistent thrust drags a soft, wet noise from keith's lips, cock twitching hopefully. he hiccups a laugh in the aftermath, awash in light yet wanting feelings as he opens up his fingers to interlace with shiro's. ]
Yeah. Yeah, you are, old-timer.
[ growing moonier by the second, keith traps shiro's wandering hand at his knee and raises it to his lips to smooch. ]
Who'd have thought....
[ th odds of it seem astronomically low. the two of them existing in the same interuniversal sex trafficking ring masquerading as a prison is already pretty unlikely. the fact that the two of them ended up sharing firsts despite the plethora of drugs and whatever else to lower inhibitions makes that all the more incredible somehow. ]
/insert cat hugging gif
beaverdam to keep it all from dripping free to tacky up the space between keith’s thighs, he’s still very much aware of how wet keith is. his own physiology is, unfortunately, very human; meaning that even with all these tantalizing thoughts, his cock refuses to plump up. patience and all that junk, he knows, he knows. he’ll get there – quicker than usual, perhaps – he only needs to wait and eye this pretty boy up a little longer.and stroke him off, too. that sounds like a delightful way to pass the time.
keith’s cockhead is spongy and smeared, a consequence of rubbing his pre into shiro’s abs. flexing his midsection then, he thinks of how he likes being marked that way, with keith’s scent coating him. if he teases that cock for a little while, maybe it’ll drip some more onto him. keith intercepts him, though. up his thigh shiro’s hand goes, barely getting any further than halfway before fingers enclose around his, lifting him high. it’s impossible to say he’s disappointed for being diverted from his plan, because that kiss is rather sweet, especially with the besotted look that comes along with it.
oh.
held tight and warm inside keith’s body while simultaneously being spoiled with hands, lips and eyes that speak volumes, shiro doesn’t have the working rationale to be anything other than just as hopelessly smitten in the moment. shiro counters with a soft, adoring gaze, and a tug of his own, one that brings keith’s other hand to his mouth, kissing it just as gently. the difference comes in that shiro’s smile doesn’t stay. there’s a quirk to his mouth, one that extends, slanting his lips boyishly with a flash of teeth. ]
I’m still old-timer?
[ he was waffle for about two minutes earlier. remembering that, he laughs brief and light, again shifting his hips just to intensify the feel of their connection. ]
Haven’t I demonstrated how… virile I am? I am about to give you the best orgasm of your life, after all.
BEAVER DAM IM YELLING
shiro raises his hips again, and this time keith rolls downwards in time. soft as shiro is, the motion mostly makes keith huff with want, but then he's outright laughing at the question presented to him. ]
Maybe I'll upgrade you from old-timer when you get your hard on back.
[ there's nothing but affection in his tone. keith turns shiro's hand, kissing his knuckles as he speaks. ]
You can be Big Guy, again. [ then with a coy smile. ] Big Daddy? [ not exactly something he's understood, but those good mate classes are sometimes illuminating. ] Or Sir. Or whatever you want me to call you. I'm all ears, shiro.
Keith has been Henry'd
the way keith is talking helps on that front. breath plays over his knuckles, in between the brush of those lips and shiro sighs happily, masking the hard thumping of his heart that has to be audible to keith, too, right? big guy is one of shiro’s favorites, so the brightening of his expression is as telling as it is instantaneous. big daddy gets a blink and then they’re right onto sir, which would have shiro’s toes curling and breath hitching if he wasn’t still stuck on the endearment of before.
is endearment even the right word? isn’t daddy kind of… lewd? maybe that’s why his dick twitches, body intrinsically reacting to the filthy implication. surprised by his reaction – and more so, not really understanding what that reaction is – shiro stares up at keith’s coy smile and shy eyes, inwardly fumbling over a kink that, up until two seconds ago, he never thought he’d be dealing with.
he’s not into it, he tells himself… but he does wonder if keith is trying to plant the seed without asking for it. why else would keith mention it?
shiro feels warm, from his face to his chest to his cock that is still dammed up inside keith. ]
You, uh… you want me to be your daddy? [ shy curiosity colors his voice, more than judgment or aversion. a pause, then a furrowing of his eyebrows. ] Does that make you baby?
....i will never look at that name the same way thanks
with the floodlights turned on him, keith blinks as well, flushing a warm scarlet up to the tips of his ears. big daddy had mostly been a throwaway joke of a title, but hearing it in shiro's voice agitates that squirmy, fluttery feeling in his belly.
kinks are.... bizarre. keith has been in porn prison for months by now, but even so, keith's rarely considered his own curiosities and desires while attending those hideous "how to be a good mate" classes. part of that had been the nature of class itsel. after all, being in a room of horny inmates really doesn't put keith in the mood for soul-searching and introspection. but the other part of it is that keith adamantly maintains that some kinks are just bizarre, end of story.
talk of daddies, in particular, had lit up all sorts of uncomfortable associations with his own dad, the face of a bygone era of his life. their key smash instructor had insisted that wasn't the point. people aren't literally thinking about their biological dads while mating, though whatever reassurance that was had swiftly been undone by the following unless you are in which case please attend next week's class on taboo kink!
fighting through a stunned silence, keith struggles to relax the tension from his shoulders as he holds shiro's gaze. it helps nothing. in fact, he feels shyer for each passing second in which he simply looks at his boyfriend without having a clear rebuttal to throw back in his boy's dazed but curious expression.
baby. daddy. fucking hell, it all feels so terribly wrong to be talking like this while he's rock hard and sitting on shiro's cock. oart if him wants to laugh all of this off, but then there's that tiny expanding part of his consciousness that wants to know what being taken care of might look like if..... ]
I could be baby. Do you... [ a beat, then he pauses on a breath for some courage. ] ... would you like being my big daddy?
henry doesn't deserve this. he is such an innocent, fussy bean.
so huh. now that he thinks about it… maybe it was dull. maybe he is a little – a lot?? – repressed. is that why it’s so easy to ping his desire? to get him to want things he’s never given conscious consideration to before? maybe it’s simply keith: the shyness of his expression, the tentative notes of his voice, the weight of him in his lap and on his cock. the thing is… shiro would like to be just about anything to and for keith. so is he opposed to trying this out and seeing if it works for them…?
the furrowed creasing of his forehead smooths out, his expression clearing and setting into one of focus. he works his hands free and then he’s getting them to the bed, lifting himself up on his elbows. ]
I think I would.
[ he dreads the obvious question, though: why. if asked, he’s not certain he would be able to articulate why two words, three syllables have his stomach clenching and blood rushing to thicken his dismally soft cock. the implied authority of it? the trust that comes with it? the mere fact that keith is so vulnerable in the moment, showing him a side that shiro severely doubts anyone, anywhere will ever see? whatever the reason, shiro is gone on the idea, becoming more and more attached to the prospect of trying this out as he, carefully, pushes himself up.
the burn in his abdominals is slight, legs still outstretched along the bed as he sits upright with keith in his lap. throughout the whole movement, his gaze never strays from keith’s. here, now, with their faces much closer, shiro continues to hold gaze, dropping his voice low and languid, syllables thick with intention. ]
As your big daddy… [ he touches keith’s waist with his left hand, skirting along the jut of his hipbone with a back and forth of his thumb. ] It’s my job to take care of you, isn’t that right, baby boy?
YOU DID THIS
[ oh. just like that, shiro's doe-eyed surprise vanishes and keith fights to keep a shiver contained as his boyfriend sits up, focused and intent on ... daddying? fuck.
it's almost funny, really. barely a minute ago, and keith was the one calling the shots, milking the cum right out of shiro's sack as he mewled his way through his climax. where'd all that easy confidence gone? keith can't find it in himself when face-to-face with a shiro who's newly determined to take back the reins, soft-dicked and all.
an electric thrum zips across his hips at the touch, making keith's breath hitch as he unconsciously tightens around shiro's cock. with a reflexive gasp, keith relaxes and tentatively puts his hands on shiro's thighs. the scarlet flush from before recedes, though his cheeks stay a stubborn rosy pink as he opens his mouth to speak.
or tries to anyway. he swallows, and clears his throat, looking down at the pr painted on shiro's abs only to look back up sharply when his traitorous cock twitches.
thing is? keith can't imagine for a second that being this way with anyone else could ever flood him with so many confused, aroused feelings. this ought to be funny or outright gross.
somehow it isn't.
it shouldn't be possible to feel more naked and vulnerable than he already is, but the way shiro looks at him now feels like the man has turned a magnifying glass onto his soul. heart racing, keith tries to settle by tracing nonsense shapes over shiro's thighs as he nods, smiling shyly. ]
... you should. Because.... [ here, keith drops eye contact, bracing before blurting: ] Cuz you're proud of me, right?
ive been yelling at a constant pitch for 8 hrs. i cannot believe you brought approval kink into this
keith is kind – or he simply can’t see beyond his own desperation to remain calm – and doesn’t breathe a word about the blip in shiro’s composure. instead, all keith does is smile shy and draw lines, doing with his hands the equivalent of bashfully toeing the ground. he’s cute. so very cute. and it's laughable, really, because how can shiro be mentally cooing over how sweet-faced his best friend is when said best friend is sitting on his cock, ass warm and tight enough to coax his body into a quickened turnaround? every time keith so much as breathes, shiro can feel him: in his lap and on his cock, every tiny movement working him over. he twitches again and thickens slow, keith’s blurted words hanging between them for one, two –
fuck, he thinks again. ]
So much.
[ two, simple words, yet somehow, shiro heaves through them. it’s embarrassing how strained thin his voice is; too breathy and too earnest, like it would physically pain him if he held onto those words any longer. the truth of the matter is that it would; pain him, that is. shiro is not a simple man… but he is in this one aspect: joy comes to him very easily when he’s allowed a moment to tell keith just how wonderful he is. how valued he is. how incredibly proud he makes shiro every day. keith’s come a long way from the bruise-knuckled kid of years ago, and while he’s certain keith would attribute that turnaround to him, shiro gives all the credit to keith’s willingness to listen, grow, and become the man his potential promised him to be. ]
In a hundred different ways… [ at least. he smiles in lieu of giving those words voice, instead leaning in to brush a kiss to one of those rosy-cheeks. ] There’s no one who’s made me prouder.
[ that’s the sugar-honey, sweetheart response that is deserving of a pause. but shiro doesn’t pause. shiro noses along that flushed cheek and huffs breath at keith’s ear, the hand at his hip sliding over keith’s curves to cup at his ass cheek. ]
Like now. [ he’s proud. so very proud. ] You’re keeping me so warm and so wet inside you, patiently waiting for your fucking.
[ flexing his own ass to add some upward pressure of his hips, shiro once more tests the fit of their bodies. the softness of his cock hasn’t filled out, but he’s plumper, enough to be encouraging to the idea that the rest of the wait may not be too terribly long. before, shiro had thought stroking keith off would be a nice way to pass the time; he hasn’t given up on that idea, but he’s yet to move his metal hand in between their bodies. instead, his focus is on inching his fingers toward the crease of keith’s ass, not at all shy about finding whatever slick there is to be scooped up, slathering his fingers with it. ]
You’re such a good boy. [ a beat. a huff. an audible smile. ] My good boy.
[ he may not be able to deliver on cock fucking, but he can with finger fucking, which he does by pulling at keith’s rim with his slicked index finger, fitting it in alongside his cock, just to give keith that fuller feeling. ]
Say it for me.
KEITH BROUGHT IT IN !! I AM ALSO YELLING.
shiro is proud of him. fuck. the thought alone makes his balls ache as shiro's hand goes down to the split of his cheeks, finger swirling in slick before demanding entrance at his already stuffed hole. keith doesn't a proper chance to process any of it. not really.
the fact that he hasn't felt like shiro's been proud of him in a long time back in his reality passes keith by in the blink of an eye, like watching the creation and burn out of a sun sped up in time-lapse. the gasp could be from anything. the added stretch at his rim, the faint heartache that's being tenderly soothed with shiro's touch, or the steady filling out of shiro's soft dick as it forces keith to take it's full girth once more, but whatever it is keith responds in the only way he knows how in the moment.
both hands come up to drape around neck and shoulders, head hung as he lits up a pinch higher on his thighs to give shiro the room he needs. ]
I- I'm your good boy. I - [ here, vulnerability slips through as keith buries his face in a shoulder. ] I couldn't be this for anyone else. Ever.
[ not only is the thought mortifying, but he doesn't fucking care about what other people have to say about his actions, his choices, and his life. the only person whose opinion has mattered so deeply that keith is willing to remold himself is the person he's clinging to. cock twitching hard against shiro's abs, keith stutters through ]
Da..play with me, daddy.
i'll just be over here closing my eyes for eternity
or now, actually, because now, keith is stuttering through words that go straight to shiro’s cock. it has to be his imagination, right? he has to imagine the way he plumps up, growing stiffer and longer seemingly from one breath to the next. he isn’t into this daddy thing that much. ]
Yes, baby. Daddy’s got you.
[ god. that’s his voice. that’s him speaking those words. later, when all the oxygenated blood isn’t in his cock and some is left for his brain, perhaps he’ll reflect and feel an ounce of shame for what their first time has become. or maybe, he’ll double-down and revisit these kinks. either way, it is future shiro’s problem to deal with, because present shiro is bowing lower, nosing keith’s jaw to get at his neck. there’s a bruise on keith’s thigh and soon, there will be a matching one on his neck, just as wet and just as red.
shiro muffles a moan there, metal hand sliding between their bodies to find the first notch of keith’s cock, right there underneath his cockhead. a squeeze and an angle, to draw a sticky line against his abs, before he’s huffing against the wet patch at keith’s throat. ]
Messy, so messy. [ his voice tilts with obvious approval, only to be bolstered by the continued movement of his metal hand, now slipping down to the next ridge to pause and squeeze. this is the rhythm he takes, working his way down one ridge at a time, until he’s mapped out the entirely of keith’s cock from top to bottom. throughout, the finger inside keith occasionally draws out and in for a thrust, but mostly remains still, maintaining that full feeling. ]
So, baby, how do you want it? [ he’s back to nosing along keith’s jaw, fingers working back up keith’s cock in the slowest stroke imaginable. ] Do you want to show me how well you ride? Or do you want daddy to show you how well he fucks?
can i join you?
fuck. the lewd thought is made all the lewder when paired with the gentle in-out motion of shiro's fingers, and the added fullness of a girthy cock waking up to demand space. keith shivers, breathing through his mouth as he swallows hard. this whole... giving himself over to another person, letting them take charge, use him -- it's all shit that'd been brought up before in some cringe-inducing discussion about submissives during "how to good mate" class. weird is all keith had thought at the time. weird, wrong, and definitely not for him.
but that was before shiro. before that agonizing slow rhythm of pressure rolling up his cock. keith whimpers, pleading without uttering a single word as pre meets shiro's fingers when they reach the tip. fuck, he's a mess and there's just no hiding it when merely being asked the question prompts a fresh dribble of slick.
breathing hard, keith tries for at least the facade of composure despite the fucking show of interest that his cock and ass insist on putting on. it's an impossible choice, really, and the sheer wrongness of knowing he's made plenty of difficult calls in the heat of battle without batting an eyelash, but this makes him stumble with all the indecision of a virgin only deepens the flush of his cheeks.
heart hammering and head flooded with just the prospect of shiro and him really fucking each other for the first time, keith groans, whines, and then finally growls his impatience as shiro squeezes up another ridge.
hand catching shiro's wrist to trap the hand on his cock, keith huffs and breaks into a feral grin. ]
If I ride you, you're sure you're not gonna nut on me early, daddy?
[ the words feel foreign, and yet it's easy to slip into. thrilling, really, because it feels like them again. no warnings given, keith flexes his thighs and rides shiro's cock up to the tip, pausing only to look down between his legs and shiver at the sight of them connected this way for the first time. ]
Cuz I'm not feeling patient anymore.
[ and with that, against better judgment, keith slams back down, taking all of shiro's cock in a single demanding motion, gasping throughout. but does he stop? no. trembling, he raises an eyebrow, still holding onto some of his defiances as he starts to ride. ]
... no. you're the one causing this eternity eye closing
if i ride you, you're sure you're not gonna nut on me early, daddy?
that little shit…! he's grinning, too, though. it comes slow and tight, the upcurl slanting higher on one side. challenge accepted, that’s the translation of it. he allows keith a few more moments to bask in the moment with no resistance, doing little other than watching this boy lift up. his finger slips free on the way up and then shiro is letting that hand drop to the side, not at all guiding keith in any way. the payoff is another cheeky quip and a swift drop.
shiro fights against the flutter of his lashes and the way pleasure makes his eyes want to roll. he ends up, instead, going nearly cross-eyed with the unfocusing of his pupils, jaw tense with how tight he’s slotting his molars together. a harsh exhale comes through his nose but that’s the extent of it: no moan, no groan, no weak sound to betray him. it’s obvious, though, isn’t it? that he’s putting such effort into his composure. the fact that he still hasn’t found voice for a retort is evidence enough. still, he keeps on the charade that he isn’t wonderfully floored by how tight and hot keith is, riding so well on his cock. with that, he forces his voice level. ]
You caught me by surprise before.
[ looking so damn beautiful and sounding so fucking filthy. he huffs to stave off the moan building in his chest and working up his throat, hands coming to rest at keith’s hips. at first, it’s just to follow the movement of keith’s body, but one, two bounces and then shiro slides them behind, grasping each cheek of keith’s ass. there’s still a lacking quality of control in his movements; he’s merely following keith’s pace… and clinging harder to pull his cheeks outward, widening the stretch of keith’s rim just a few millimeters more. ]
That won’t happen again. [ it better not. he doesn’t think he can survive another unfortunately timed orgasm. ] This time, you’ll have to work for my cum.
YOU brought up the terminology!!
shiro's cock is already thick and demanding in any other position. taking it like this, with the full weight of gravity driving shiro in deep on every down slam of his thighs makes keith groan, fingers trembling as they cling to shiro's hips. full and hard, each tiny movement wrings pleasure out of gland upon gland, and with that added streth on his rim by greedy fingers, it doesn't take more than another bounce or so for keith to lose the feral grin to instead grit his own teeth, determination to take it and please, etche into the hard furrow of his brow. ]
You make it sound like I didn't work for it.
[ breath catching, keith cheats by bouncing up to the top of shiro's cock for the tiniest bit of a pause. moaning as shiro's cock head slips out of him, he shudders as cum drenched slick drips from the gape of his hole right onto his boyfriend's dick. keith watches the lewd show for two beats, moaning as he repositions shiros rock at his rim to dam himself back up. ]
Squeezed it right out your balls.
[ impaling himself just up to shiro's cock head, keith bites his lower lip and breathes hard for a beat. ]
Fuck. Fuuuuck.
[ curse dragging on as keith slams himself back down, his back arches, cock bouncing lewdly as his asscheeks slap shiro's thighs. [
You feel even bigger like this, daddy.
[ and yet, determined as ever, keith repositions his hands, reaching up to squeeze shiro's pecs, pushing them together as he flexes his thighs for another solid bounce up and down, over and over with increasing confidence. ]
Tell me... tell me how good I am.
[ a perfectly reasonable, breathlessly moaned request up until the moment keith overestimates an accidentally comes off shiro's dick entirely. interrupted mid-gasp, keith looks down, blinking hard, and clearly thrown off script. ]
Oh...
i continue to feel judged for providing such wonderful tags
as pleasing as the sight is, though, it riles him up in the opposite direction, too. his cum is falling out of keith. it isn’t sitting heavy inside him anymore, sticking to his inner walls and marking him deep. it’s a neanderthal thought of claim, but rational, civilized shiro left the cube some time ago, and now, he sees keith, his keith, emptying.
he grits his teeth and moves his hands to keith’s hips again, a moment shy of pulling that boy back down on his cock to keep that cum inside him through forceful, albeit pleasing means. but keith is good and beats him to it. the tension keeps in his jaw; with no other outlet, he tips his head back and lets his eyes roll behind closing lids. keith’s cursing and calling him daddy again, and holy shit, shiro definitely says it aloud this time. getting his eyes open with effort, shiro watches keith move and bounce, gaze continually shifting between keith’s face and cock, indecisive on which is more pleasing to watch. he ends up watching neither, actually. the sight of his own cock, flushed red and glistening with body fluids, disappearing inside keith over and over is mesmerizing enough to enrapture shiro’s attention.
tell me… tell me how good i am.
shiro’s mouth is already open, hanging on a part as he breathes harshly in and out. trying to compose himself, he presses his tongue to his upper lip and breathes even harder, just to steady his lungs… but then there’s a shift too far. the glorious heat is gone. the perfect hug around his cock is gone. keith looks confused, poised there above him. shiro doesn’t, though. all shiro needs is a moment to return to that earlier thought, of his hard made dam breaking and all his spent cum escaping this boy.
shiro becomes a force in the next beat, using his substantial size and weight to pull keith to the bedding as he rolls over. he doesn’t stop there though. he manhandles keith to get his belly down to the sheet before draping himself entirely over him, that same neanderthal brained incentive convincing him that this is what he needs to do to stake his claim: blanket him, encompass him, let him feel his weight and size. wet cock pressed along the crease of keith’s ass and chest resting along keith’s back, shiro presses him a little deeper into the sheets and bends close to his ear. ]
You’re good, you’re so good… [ cooed softly, shiro kisses the sweaty hair curled by his ear. his voice up curls, pitching with an audible smirk. ] – but you’re also cocky.
[ he got pretty overconfident there, huh? bouncing too roughly, too absentmindedly; keith was far too concerned with hearing how good he is that he fell off of shiro’s cock entirely. tsk, tsk. ]
We’ll need to work on your riding. [ many, many times. a soft huff and then there’s movement between their bodies, shiro lifting his hips enough to get his hand on his cock. he notches his cockhead between the crease and finds keith’s hole. ]
Not now, though. Now I’m gonna fuck you, baby boy.
[ that serves as the only warning. he pushes inside in one smooth thrust, bottoming out easily from the excess of slick and cum. it’s a messy affair; this close, with him reluctant to give keith much of any room to exist without shiro literally surrounding him, shiro doesn’t have the full range to pull out. short, quick thrusts is what he manages, each one dirty and grinding. ]
we both know this judgment is highly warranted???
i admit to nothing
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i am not fooled by this smile
:c
.... /pokes ur sad cheeks
... i hate that this tactic works in making the sad face less sad
dont be tsun
i do what i want!
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i'm kind of upset that i didn't get this up on easter because... well. y'know.
LOL i suppose you were merciful to zombie jesus
couldn't sin too much
uh huh uh huh
at this rate, we'll be doing this thread longer than titanic
ok that would make me laugh
we're already more than halfway there!
listen maybe tey'll go to bed now??
i think they will. shiro needs to recharge his prince
yes plug that prince in for recharging
the bunny 1 is in the way tho :c
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