[ 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. ]
[ it's in that brief moment of pause where keith catches himself attempting to grind down on air that he remembers that sex is awkward. as amazing as exploring it with shiro is, in the moment embarrassment swallows him up whole like he's just fallen off a fucking tricycle. course correction would be as easy as holding shiro's cock in place as he settles back on, but the fact that he'd just been demanding praise keeps keith stuck grimacing internally.
but evidently, this momentary paralysis is only affecting keith. strong hands grab at his hips, and with barely a gasped yelp, keith is pushed bodily into the mattress with shiro's bulky frame draped on his back. keith groans, squirming and shifting enough to feign some resistance, but a shiver rolls visibly down his spine when words are breathed by his ear, and shiro's cock bumps the clef of his ass.]
Fuck.
[ it's not a fitting response. in fact, it doesn't address anything being said to him at all. but how the hell is he meant to? they've been going back and forth on controlling the tempo with keith ping-ponging between focused amusement and hielding mindlessly. the abrupt switch just now shortcircuits every neuron in his brain as shiro pushes in filthy and deep in a single motion.
grabbing two fistfuls of sheet, keith moans brokenly into the mattress as shiro starts fucking him with quick, snapped thursts. eyes squeezed shut, keith warbles unfinished, delirious thoughts as he struggles to lift his ass to crudely thrust his cock into the mattress in time with shiro's. ]
Fuck... this isn't-! It's not fair how you make me so hard.
[ trying to rock his hips into the mattress and getting only millimeters, keith whines and widens the split his legs for traction. >/s,all>]
C'mon, fuck me with your whole cock, daddy. Wan it... show me, please!
[ now that’s funny. lamenting the fact that he’s bagged himself a boyfriend who knows how to fuck well. makes him so hard, too hard, heh, what a problem to have. here and there, shiro catches himself wondering what other trysts keith has had with fellow inmates. he gets bits and pieces from keith, but never names or detailed recollections. for the best, really, because despite his acceptance of their situation and how choice is not always a possibility, shiro is as stubbornly monogamous as they come. possessive is another word for it, with full potential of being a touch too jealous. so he thinks good, let keith whine and gasp as his body takes on a mind of its own, so different from any other mediocre hook-ups keith’s had here. the only one who can make him this hard is shiro; keith better remember that.
the thought is satisfying, but shiro’s low-based, brutish focus has him grunting, teeth grit as this addicting boy widens his legs, trying to coax more of shiro’s cock. it works. of course it works.
as reluctant as shiro is to press his weight up and off of keith, who feels so good trapped beneath him, shiro is weak to the prospect of sliding inch by inch by inch of his entire cock in and out of that tight hole. all it takes is the mere suggestion and shiro is gone, pushing up with both hands to find the right leverage. he doesn’t stay perched on both hands however. his right does all the stabilizing, metal fingers splayed wide across the bedding. as for his left? it presses to keith’s spine, there between his shoulder blades, applying just enough pressure to keep him down and buried in the bedding.
adjusting his legs and widening on his knees, he abruptly changes the tempo. the next thrust draws back long; the drag is exaggerated, slow and patient as he finds the full length of himself, right until only his cockhead is kept tight. one pause and then his hips snap down, his slick drenched cock smoothly settling in as far as it will go to have his pelvis meeting keith’s with a loud, satisfying slap. repetition is easy. natural. he only needs that one run through and then he’s settled in, fucking keith in full, earnest strokes that come at a fast pace. ]
How’s that, baby?
[ does he have anything else to complain about? shiro smirks through a groan caught low in his throat, and adjusts his left hand higher, sweeping at the sweat curls of keith’s nape before pushing down again with just enough force to reestablish who is in charge. ]
You like being fucked into the mattress by daddy? Is this finally enough for you?
[ The hot weight on his back lifts, and keith heaves a huge breath, mindlessly starting to lift up onto his forearms as well. once again, however, he only manages inches before shiro's hand comes down firmly between his shoulder blades and pushes him back down hard into the mattress. gasping, any attempt to regroup is just as quickly thwarted by the long, slow, heavy drag of shiro's cock against gland after gland. hole fluttering uncontrollably, keith mewls, fingers and toes curling as hot slick seeps from the tight ring of his ass.
shiro is what he starts to moan, as the pressure eases up on his rim and the threat of suddenly being left to gape open and empty becomes more tangibly real. he gets through the first syllable and screams the rest as shiro abruptly snaps his hips to full depth. stars fill up keith's vision, cock and hole twitching and pulsing as shiro picks up a beautifully brutal pace.
whining and drooling on the sheets, keith is a shivering, filthy mess of keyed-up nerves and moans and aborted pleas. with just enough presence of mind to raise his ass up by lifting slightly up onto his thighs, keith wriggles up, panting and trembling as the angle shifts just right. fully adrift, it's having shiro's hand shift up to forcefully keep his neck down that keith lets out another hiccuped wail.
shiro is in control. completely, utterly, with keith just a fraying, unraveling constellation being masterfully pulled apart at his boyfriend's whims. pleasure hits in wave after wavee, with each hard thrust of shiro's hips battering his glands and forcing his cock to rut against the mattress like some horny teen. overwhelmed by how easily shiro does this to him, keith's voice is a pitched, desperate thing. ]
Y-yes! Please, please, I love daddy fucking me into the mattress,, I- fuck, Shiro! Daddy, m'm gonna cum, fuck! But I - I wanna, I wanna see you! Daddy, please?
[ so it isn’t enough for him, huh? so goddamn greedy. the thing is – shiro is, too. he thought, for a moment there, that this would be enough for himself: keith face down in the bedding, making wet spots with his mouth and his cock, so delirious with pleasure that the sounds coming out of him are beyond description. beautiful falls short. sinful is close. before, shiro said sex with anonymous was the best he’d ever had; this is better. so much better. there is no coming back from this. this is it. he’s ruined for anyone else. there’s never going to be a someone else who opens for him like this, takes him like this, begs for him like this…
yeah. begs. keith is wailing for daddy now, pleading to see his face and – fuck. suddenly, it’s not enough. not the sweat beneath his palm, not the clench of those fingers in the sheets, not the curve of that spine angling hips up to meet for a delicious slap… none of it is worth anything when that gorgeous face is buried in the bedding, obscured by tangles of hair.
shiro ruts into that tight heat once, twice more and then slides free. weight lifts off of keith in the same movement, giving him one, precious tick to breathe some stability into that empty body… and then that tick is spent and shiro’s hands are on keith again, flipping him onto his back. that movement is rather unceremonious; too rushed, too rough. but afterwards… there’s a shift in shiro’s demeanor. yes, he’s still brazen with desire, overtly confident in his domineering persona, but this time, when he takes himself in hand to butt his cockhead to keith’s wet hole, he takes a pause.
suspended in that position, shiro doesn’t push forward with his hips, only his torso. he gets both elbows to the mattress and frames keith’s head, hands coming in to smooth across keith’s face, pulling back the hair. gently, sweetly, like he actually has patience to let keith focus on his face before he gets back inside him. hands resting on either side of keith’s head now with wisps of hair caught between his fingers, shiro smiles down at his boy and lets the patience run out. with that, he pushes deep inside, in one, solid thrust.
it takes no time at all for the fervor to reach the same level as before. he forces keith’s legs wider through his thrusts alone, pelvis hitting hard and own thighs wide for leverage, everything bumping together in a messy race for the finish. keith said he’s almost there. shiro isn’t too far off, either. keith has to get there first. ]
Time to let go, sweet boy.
[ breath heavy as he pants above keith’s face, shiro somehow manages to keep his voice steady and unbroken. his floof is sticking to his forehead, strands sweat curled and scattered, but he’s still got that cock-sure smile, the pleasure making it tight. throughout, he keeps his gaze firmly on keith, no fluttering lashes, no closing eyes. he wants to see the moment the pleasure crests. he wants – ]
[ keith isn't sure what his pleas are amounting to. shiro continues to rut deep, making keith whine as his cock presses hard into the mattress. tangled up in a losing fight, the part of keith that's sulking over the request going ignored fades further and furthr into the distance as his whole body starts to tense up.
it all comes to such a sudden stop though, as shiro pulls out just before the crest into free fall. keith gasps, audibly shocked by the shocking loose gape of his wet hole. uncomprehending, he clenches over and over, until he's forcibly turned once again. there's no resistance to the show of force, his whole body too much like jello to do anything other than lie on his back, ope mouthed and breathing hard as he looks up at shiro.
their eyes lock and fuck. hands come up to frame his face, and there's shiro hovering just above him, radiant and actually seeing him. directing all of the raw energy that's kept shiro pushing hardr and harder to achieve greater feats as keith watched with jaw-dropping awe right at him. heart beating even faster, keith swallows hard, trying to ignore the suspicion that given just a tiny bit of help, he could cum just like this. ]
Fuck....
[ in many sense of the word, really. it could be a plea to keep going, but the tone of keith's voice isn't right for it at all. in fact, the intonation of it may as well be an i love you even though....
even though, he's not supposed to.
but then his legs are forced further apart, and keith groans as shiro's cock slips back inside to perfectly fill him up again. thoughts dissolving into cotton candy, keith only gets it together enough to drape his legs around shiro's hips, ankles crossed over his his ass, as he watches the focus on his boyfriend's face through half-lidded eyes.
time to let go, sweet boy.
can he? body wound up tight, tighter, keith can't even fucking breahte right, from how shiro seemingly fucks the air right out of his lungs. mewling, keith tries to get a word out, wanting to say something to indicate to shiro just how important and treasured he is, but those thrusts are unreleting.
show daddy.
they started this day on the strangest note, only for certain filthy revelations to come into the light. finding out that the anon that keith had been fucking had been shiro this whole time should be the weirdest thing about today, and somehow... it isn't.
daddy. show daddy.
with shiro demanding it from him, watching, and waiting, all keith wants to do is earn himself a proud smile. show daddy. i love you. Sentiments blur, whole body going rigid as keith grips the sheets, arching his back and lets out a pitched daddy as his cock jerks and spills hot slick on his belly. ]
[ keith looks absolutely fucked out of his mind. gorgeous. those half-lidded, drowsy eyes are mesmerizing; shiro can’t look away. the only thing that tempts him is that the distance between them is small. keith’s panting mouth is also a beautiful invitation and it would be so easy to bend down to take those lips as thoroughly as he’s taking the rest of his body. shiro doesn’t, though, not yet, not while legs are around his pistoning hips. one, two – it doesn’t take long. all at once, the tension solidifies and keith goes rigid, hole clamping down around him to have shiro choking on a groan. keith’s hole is fluttering sweet and wet now, the space between their bodies messy with shots of cum.
good boy. keith deserves praise for that. not only for showing him exactly how pretty he is with his face awash with pleasure and throat arched with the rest of him, reverberating on a wail for daddy, but because he keeps his hands tangled up in the sheets. does this count as cumming on shiro’s cock untouched? the bedding may have assisted keith in getting there, but shiro is hook, line, and sinker on the idea that his cock fills keith out so completely that his cock is all keith needs.
turns out, that’s all shiro needs, too.
filthy thoughts and filthier reality have shiro’s thrusts growing dirtier, the mashing of body parts messy and loud with the excess of sweat, slick, and cum getting caught in the crossfire. one, two – again, it doesn’t take long. seduced so thoroughly by seeing and feeling the accumulation of keith’s pleasure, shiro tips over the edge and follows swiftly behind. pelvis locks in close and holds tight, cock jerking to empty spurt after spurt of cum inside keith. again, he thinks with satisfaction, body tingling at the mental image of that pink, puffy hole slick and leaking.
to actually see it would, of course, require him to separate himself from keith, which is not something he will be doing just yet. he groans without words through his orgasm, just barely keeping his eyes open through it. and then? when he’s spent and shivering through the aftermath? he blankets down on keith more firmly, though he never lets his full weight rest on him completely. just a minute; he just needs a minute to bury his face into the little bit of space below keith’s jawline, to breathe and to collect himself.
he doesn’t allow himself all the necessary time. amongst the panting, there’s a heavier exhale, twinged with amusement and then he’s laboring through a thinly said: ]
Holy shit, Keith… you need to come with a warning label.
[ one orgasm, two orgasms, three… and everything that happened in-between. his body is too strung out to blush, everything about him languid and content. ]
That was…
[ beyond words, really. he lifts his head instead… and there it is. there’s the proud smile. left hand smoothing back some of keith’s hair again, shiro leans down to touch his nose to keith’s. given all that just happened, the following nuzzle is surprisingly sweet. ]
[ already a helpless mewling mess caught under shiro's body, keith's breathing becomes sharp, voice pitched high as shiro continues to fuck deep through his orgasm. with pleasure continuing to rocket through his body, keith groans as the hypersensitivity of thoroughly bullied glands milk out more squirts of cum. fists gripping hard at the sheets, keith whines as shiro's cock finally jerks and heat pours in his insides.
still unable to catch his breath, keith whimpers between hiccuped gasps as the stars in his vision start to settle and post euphoric lethargy spreads outwards to the tips of his fingers and toes. he blinks up blearily, heart beating too fast for comfort as he takes in shiro's proud smile. his chest feels tighter somehow like his heart is several sizes too small to contain every feeling in his soul. staring up with a hopelessly moony smile, keith lifts up an arm to drape bonelessly around shiro's neck. ]
You're wonderful. I... I can't believe how good we feel together, Shiro.
[ good. like the word comes close to doing the fluttery, contented bubbling in his soul a lick of justice. but he's rarely eloquent on a good day, and with his brain still, a wriggling pile of hormonal mush, the chances of keith finding better-suited words are nonexistent. but perhaps, the lack of eloquence is made up for by a rumbling purr. ]
[ at present, keith’s lack for eloquence is not a bother. see, shiro knows he’s meant to be saying something far more sentimental and lasting right now, too, but he’s saturated in brain numbing contentment, further tying into knots his ability to articulate. that’s okay, of course. they don’t need to put into words what is so easily felt in the moment. there’s affection here, so strong and so potent that he’s practically tangible. that should, perhaps, be concerning, especially to a man who, not so long ago, was talking about the another shiro, but it’s too easy to lose sight of responsibility, logic, shoulds and should-nots when a soft, rumbling sound kicks up in keith’s chest. ]
Stars, Keith. [ his voice still carries that breathless quality to it, only made more breathy with a combination of awe and fondness. ] I love it when you purr.
[ it’s a comfort. a reassurance. it makes shiro want to lay his head down, curl up, and drown himself in the sound… and actually? he thinks he’ll do that. first, he dips down, nose sliding along keith’s until he gets the right angle to press a soft kiss to his mouth. short, chaste, it’s more a parting than a hello, and then shiro is shuffling down to lay his head beneath keith’s chin, ear pressed close to hear that steady pitch better. ]
And yeah. [ a quiet sigh follows, voice dreamy as he closes his eyes. ] We do fit amazingly together. Makes me think we should’ve been doing this from the beginning.
[ oh. wait. the following huff of laughter plays across keith’s skin. ]
[ keith honestly isn't expecting the kiss to be as brief as it is, so a tick after shiro's moved on to settle at his chest, his lips are still pursed for a sleepy smooch. far too tired to be embarrassed about it, keith gentles into a pout, and then a yawn as he tips his head back on the pillow and slowly, carefully unhooks his ankles from around his boyfriend's ass. it's an awkward position, really, with his legs and ass still suspended off the mattress by shiro's weight, with each fractional movement of shiro's cock inside causing a faint throb.
and yet, keith does nothing about it. he rolls his head back on the pillow, opening up his neck and throat, and allows the purring to fill up a brief silence. as flippant as shiro is about the subject now, it's still difficult to wrap his head around the likelihood of such a strange series of coincidences leading up to this point in their lives. too difficult really, for keith to process while his head is stuffed with floating cotton balls. ]
... yeah. Heh. But I think this is the first time you actually got me feeling a lil tired, old-timer. My balls feel so empty.
[ as nice as the purring is, there isn’t a chance that shiro can actually fall asleep like this. tucked inside keith? yes, he could. that’s not the issue. the difficulty lies in the fact that he’s making a conscious effort to brace his weight on his forearms, not quite holding a traditional plank given the placement of his knees, but there’s enough continued effort that he can’t relax into exhaustion. he is, of course, also aware that the pretzeling of keith’s body cannot be wonderful to endure, even with this boy’s exceptional flexibility. allowing indulgence to withstand for another beat, shiro is given that extra push to lift his head when keith’s throat reverberates with another sound, putting the purring as a backdrop.
words.
keith’s teasing. shiro knows he’s bullshitting the bit of challenge there; has to be, because it’s a fact that he’s depleted this boy before, back when they were both anonymous, keeping a sheet between them. first things first, though, there’s something else to focus on. ]
Old-timer? [ eyes open and lips split apart, showcasing teeth caught up in a cocky grin. ] We’re back to that name already?
[ he kisses keith again, just because he can, putting a little more force, a little more depth into it this time. he’s definitely not an old-timer – does he have to prove it again? ]
Heh… [ pulling back with a playful flick of his tongue to wet his bottom lip, chasing whatever taste there is of keith there, shiro pushes up on his hands. here, he makes a show of slowly sliding his gaze down, eyeing the flush of keith’s sweat-slick skin from collarbones to pecs to belly, where it isn’t just sweat that has him wet. ]
I know one part of you that isn’t empty. [ gently, he shuffles further, still mostly locked together but letting keith’s spine straighten, ass coming to sit more evenly on the bed. ] Even when I pull out… you’re still gonna be full of me.
[ yes. yes they are back to old-timer because keith will never not be fond of teasing his best friend with that, despite the fact that space-time has shaved off a few years from their age difference. but of course, shiro cuts the potential of immediate banter short, first with a longer, filthier kiss and then by shifting and making keith gasp and reflexively clench on shiro's soft cock as his spine levels.
momentarily derailed, and easing back into steadier breaths and relaxing, keith only manages a squirmy huff before gently planting his feet on the mattress. he tries, really tries, to pout, but simply can't stop smiling in earnest. ]
It does feel like you got me real good.
[ lifting his arm off of shiro's neck, keith walks his hand down between his legs, index mapping out the feel of their connection, prodding gently at the base of shiro'c wet cock, and the stretch of his rim. \
When you pull out, it's gonna make a mess. I doubt I can hold it all, old-timer. [ a beat, then more cyly: ] ... Daddy. If you like that one better.
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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???
but evidently, this momentary paralysis is only affecting keith. strong hands grab at his hips, and with barely a gasped yelp, keith is pushed bodily into the mattress with shiro's bulky frame draped on his back. keith groans, squirming and shifting enough to feign some resistance, but a shiver rolls visibly down his spine when words are breathed by his ear, and shiro's cock bumps the clef of his ass.]
Fuck.
[ it's not a fitting response. in fact, it doesn't address anything being said to him at all. but how the hell is he meant to? they've been going back and forth on controlling the tempo with keith ping-ponging between focused amusement and hielding mindlessly. the abrupt switch just now shortcircuits every neuron in his brain as shiro pushes in filthy and deep in a single motion.
grabbing two fistfuls of sheet, keith moans brokenly into the mattress as shiro starts fucking him with quick, snapped thursts. eyes squeezed shut, keith warbles unfinished, delirious thoughts as he struggles to lift his ass to crudely thrust his cock into the mattress in time with shiro's. ]
Fuck... this isn't-! It's not fair how you make me so hard.
[ trying to rock his hips into the mattress and getting only millimeters, keith whines and widens the split his legs for traction. >/s,all>]
C'mon, fuck me with your whole cock, daddy. Wan it... show me, please!
i admit to nothing
the thought is satisfying, but shiro’s low-based, brutish focus has him grunting, teeth grit as this addicting boy widens his legs, trying to coax more of shiro’s cock. it works. of course it works.
as reluctant as shiro is to press his weight up and off of keith, who feels so good trapped beneath him, shiro is weak to the prospect of sliding inch by inch by inch of his entire cock in and out of that tight hole. all it takes is the mere suggestion and shiro is gone, pushing up with both hands to find the right leverage. he doesn’t stay perched on both hands however. his right does all the stabilizing, metal fingers splayed wide across the bedding. as for his left? it presses to keith’s spine, there between his shoulder blades, applying just enough pressure to keep him down and buried in the bedding.
adjusting his legs and widening on his knees, he abruptly changes the tempo. the next thrust draws back long; the drag is exaggerated, slow and patient as he finds the full length of himself, right until only his cockhead is kept tight. one pause and then his hips snap down, his slick drenched cock smoothly settling in as far as it will go to have his pelvis meeting keith’s with a loud, satisfying slap. repetition is easy. natural. he only needs that one run through and then he’s settled in, fucking keith in full, earnest strokes that come at a fast pace. ]
How’s that, baby?
[ does he have anything else to complain about? shiro smirks through a groan caught low in his throat, and adjusts his left hand higher, sweeping at the sweat curls of keith’s nape before pushing down again with just enough force to reestablish who is in charge. ]
You like being fucked into the mattress by daddy? Is this finally enough for you?
://///
shiro is what he starts to moan, as the pressure eases up on his rim and the threat of suddenly being left to gape open and empty becomes more tangibly real. he gets through the first syllable and screams the rest as shiro abruptly snaps his hips to full depth. stars fill up keith's vision, cock and hole twitching and pulsing as shiro picks up a beautifully brutal pace.
whining and drooling on the sheets, keith is a shivering, filthy mess of keyed-up nerves and moans and aborted pleas. with just enough presence of mind to raise his ass up by lifting slightly up onto his thighs, keith wriggles up, panting and trembling as the angle shifts just right. fully adrift, it's having shiro's hand shift up to forcefully keep his neck down that keith lets out another hiccuped wail.
shiro is in control. completely, utterly, with keith just a fraying, unraveling constellation being masterfully pulled apart at his boyfriend's whims. pleasure hits in wave after wavee, with each hard thrust of shiro's hips battering his glands and forcing his cock to rut against the mattress like some horny teen. overwhelmed by how easily shiro does this to him, keith's voice is a pitched, desperate thing. ]
Y-yes! Please, please, I love daddy fucking me into the mattress,, I- fuck, Shiro! Daddy, m'm gonna cum, fuck! But I - I wanna, I wanna see you! Daddy, please?
c:
yeah. begs. keith is wailing for daddy now, pleading to see his face and – fuck. suddenly, it’s not enough. not the sweat beneath his palm, not the clench of those fingers in the sheets, not the curve of that spine angling hips up to meet for a delicious slap… none of it is worth anything when that gorgeous face is buried in the bedding, obscured by tangles of hair.
shiro ruts into that tight heat once, twice more and then slides free. weight lifts off of keith in the same movement, giving him one, precious tick to breathe some stability into that empty body… and then that tick is spent and shiro’s hands are on keith again, flipping him onto his back. that movement is rather unceremonious; too rushed, too rough. but afterwards… there’s a shift in shiro’s demeanor. yes, he’s still brazen with desire, overtly confident in his domineering persona, but this time, when he takes himself in hand to butt his cockhead to keith’s wet hole, he takes a pause.
suspended in that position, shiro doesn’t push forward with his hips, only his torso. he gets both elbows to the mattress and frames keith’s head, hands coming in to smooth across keith’s face, pulling back the hair. gently, sweetly, like he actually has patience to let keith focus on his face before he gets back inside him. hands resting on either side of keith’s head now with wisps of hair caught between his fingers, shiro smiles down at his boy and lets the patience run out. with that, he pushes deep inside, in one, solid thrust.
it takes no time at all for the fervor to reach the same level as before. he forces keith’s legs wider through his thrusts alone, pelvis hitting hard and own thighs wide for leverage, everything bumping together in a messy race for the finish. keith said he’s almost there. shiro isn’t too far off, either. keith has to get there first. ]
Time to let go, sweet boy.
[ breath heavy as he pants above keith’s face, shiro somehow manages to keep his voice steady and unbroken. his floof is sticking to his forehead, strands sweat curled and scattered, but he’s still got that cock-sure smile, the pleasure making it tight. throughout, he keeps his gaze firmly on keith, no fluttering lashes, no closing eyes. he wants to see the moment the pleasure crests. he wants – ]
Show daddy.
i am not fooled by this smile
it all comes to such a sudden stop though, as shiro pulls out just before the crest into free fall. keith gasps, audibly shocked by the shocking loose gape of his wet hole. uncomprehending, he clenches over and over, until he's forcibly turned once again. there's no resistance to the show of force, his whole body too much like jello to do anything other than lie on his back, ope mouthed and breathing hard as he looks up at shiro.
their eyes lock and fuck. hands come up to frame his face, and there's shiro hovering just above him, radiant and actually seeing him. directing all of the raw energy that's kept shiro pushing hardr and harder to achieve greater feats as keith watched with jaw-dropping awe right at him. heart beating even faster, keith swallows hard, trying to ignore the suspicion that given just a tiny bit of help, he could cum just like this. ]
Fuck....
[ in many sense of the word, really. it could be a plea to keep going, but the tone of keith's voice isn't right for it at all. in fact, the intonation of it may as well be an i love you even though....
even though, he's not supposed to.
but then his legs are forced further apart, and keith groans as shiro's cock slips back inside to perfectly fill him up again. thoughts dissolving into cotton candy, keith only gets it together enough to drape his legs around shiro's hips, ankles crossed over his his ass, as he watches the focus on his boyfriend's face through half-lidded eyes.
time to let go, sweet boy.
can he? body wound up tight, tighter, keith can't even fucking breahte right, from how shiro seemingly fucks the air right out of his lungs. mewling, keith tries to get a word out, wanting to say something to indicate to shiro just how important and treasured he is, but those thrusts are unreleting.
show daddy.
they started this day on the strangest note, only for certain filthy revelations to come into the light. finding out that the anon that keith had been fucking had been shiro this whole time should be the weirdest thing about today, and somehow... it isn't.
daddy. show daddy.
with shiro demanding it from him, watching, and waiting, all keith wants to do is earn himself a proud smile. show daddy. i love you. Sentiments blur, whole body going rigid as keith grips the sheets, arching his back and lets out a pitched daddy as his cock jerks and spills hot slick on his belly. ]
:c
good boy. keith deserves praise for that. not only for showing him exactly how pretty he is with his face awash with pleasure and throat arched with the rest of him, reverberating on a wail for daddy, but because he keeps his hands tangled up in the sheets. does this count as cumming on shiro’s cock untouched? the bedding may have assisted keith in getting there, but shiro is hook, line, and sinker on the idea that his cock fills keith out so completely that his cock is all keith needs.
turns out, that’s all shiro needs, too.
filthy thoughts and filthier reality have shiro’s thrusts growing dirtier, the mashing of body parts messy and loud with the excess of sweat, slick, and cum getting caught in the crossfire. one, two – again, it doesn’t take long. seduced so thoroughly by seeing and feeling the accumulation of keith’s pleasure, shiro tips over the edge and follows swiftly behind. pelvis locks in close and holds tight, cock jerking to empty spurt after spurt of cum inside keith. again, he thinks with satisfaction, body tingling at the mental image of that pink, puffy hole slick and leaking.
to actually see it would, of course, require him to separate himself from keith, which is not something he will be doing just yet. he groans without words through his orgasm, just barely keeping his eyes open through it. and then? when he’s spent and shivering through the aftermath? he blankets down on keith more firmly, though he never lets his full weight rest on him completely. just a minute; he just needs a minute to bury his face into the little bit of space below keith’s jawline, to breathe and to collect himself.
he doesn’t allow himself all the necessary time. amongst the panting, there’s a heavier exhale, twinged with amusement and then he’s laboring through a thinly said: ]
Holy shit, Keith… you need to come with a warning label.
[ one orgasm, two orgasms, three… and everything that happened in-between. his body is too strung out to blush, everything about him languid and content. ]
That was…
[ beyond words, really. he lifts his head instead… and there it is. there’s the proud smile. left hand smoothing back some of keith’s hair again, shiro leans down to touch his nose to keith’s. given all that just happened, the following nuzzle is surprisingly sweet. ]
You were wonderful.
.... /pokes ur sad cheeks
still unable to catch his breath, keith whimpers between hiccuped gasps as the stars in his vision start to settle and post euphoric lethargy spreads outwards to the tips of his fingers and toes. he blinks up blearily, heart beating too fast for comfort as he takes in shiro's proud smile. his chest feels tighter somehow like his heart is several sizes too small to contain every feeling in his soul. staring up with a hopelessly moony smile, keith lifts up an arm to drape bonelessly around shiro's neck. ]
You're wonderful. I... I can't believe how good we feel together, Shiro.
[ good. like the word comes close to doing the fluttery, contented bubbling in his soul a lick of justice. but he's rarely eloquent on a good day, and with his brain still, a wriggling pile of hormonal mush, the chances of keith finding better-suited words are nonexistent. but perhaps, the lack of eloquence is made up for by a rumbling purr. ]
... i hate that this tactic works in making the sad face less sad
Stars, Keith. [ his voice still carries that breathless quality to it, only made more breathy with a combination of awe and fondness. ] I love it when you purr.
[ it’s a comfort. a reassurance. it makes shiro want to lay his head down, curl up, and drown himself in the sound… and actually? he thinks he’ll do that. first, he dips down, nose sliding along keith’s until he gets the right angle to press a soft kiss to his mouth. short, chaste, it’s more a parting than a hello, and then shiro is shuffling down to lay his head beneath keith’s chin, ear pressed close to hear that steady pitch better. ]
And yeah. [ a quiet sigh follows, voice dreamy as he closes his eyes. ] We do fit amazingly together. Makes me think we should’ve been doing this from the beginning.
[ oh. wait. the following huff of laughter plays across keith’s skin. ]
… Actually. I guess we have been, huh?
dont be tsun
and yet, keith does nothing about it. he rolls his head back on the pillow, opening up his neck and throat, and allows the purring to fill up a brief silence. as flippant as shiro is about the subject now, it's still difficult to wrap his head around the likelihood of such a strange series of coincidences leading up to this point in their lives. too difficult really, for keith to process while his head is stuffed with floating cotton balls. ]
... yeah. Heh. But I think this is the first time you actually got me feeling a lil tired, old-timer. My balls feel so empty.
i do what i want!
words.
keith’s teasing. shiro knows he’s bullshitting the bit of challenge there; has to be, because it’s a fact that he’s depleted this boy before, back when they were both anonymous, keeping a sheet between them. first things first, though, there’s something else to focus on. ]
Old-timer? [ eyes open and lips split apart, showcasing teeth caught up in a cocky grin. ] We’re back to that name already?
[ he kisses keith again, just because he can, putting a little more force, a little more depth into it this time. he’s definitely not an old-timer – does he have to prove it again? ]
Heh… [ pulling back with a playful flick of his tongue to wet his bottom lip, chasing whatever taste there is of keith there, shiro pushes up on his hands. here, he makes a show of slowly sliding his gaze down, eyeing the flush of keith’s sweat-slick skin from collarbones to pecs to belly, where it isn’t just sweat that has him wet. ]
I know one part of you that isn’t empty. [ gently, he shuffles further, still mostly locked together but letting keith’s spine straighten, ass coming to sit more evenly on the bed. ] Even when I pull out… you’re still gonna be full of me.
no subject
momentarily derailed, and easing back into steadier breaths and relaxing, keith only manages a squirmy huff before gently planting his feet on the mattress. he tries, really tries, to pout, but simply can't stop smiling in earnest. ]
It does feel like you got me real good.
[ lifting his arm off of shiro's neck, keith walks his hand down between his legs, index mapping out the feel of their connection, prodding gently at the base of shiro'c wet cock, and the stretch of his rim. \
When you pull out, it's gonna make a mess. I doubt I can hold it all, old-timer. [ a beat, then more cyly: ] ... Daddy. If you like that one better.
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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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