[ 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.
[ oh yeah. he got him good. real good. twice inside and once out. so make a mess? keith is already a mess of shared bodily fluids. keith’s an absolute vision, too, all flushed and languid, making it particularly difficult for shiro to get his breathing under control. he’s still got that unevenness going, eyes on keith as he rears back a little more, watching, as well as feeling, those fingers poke and prod. god, even that casual exploration is addicting. but shiro is depleted, too. his dick is soft, his balls are empty, he’s had three of the greatest orgasms tonight and he’s deep seated in satisfaction that has him fully sated…
until keith changes titles on him. daddy. oh. so they’re still… that’s okay… that wasn’t a one time thing…?
shiro’s very tired, very overworked cock twitches; it actually twitches and shiro swears he feels it spit out one, last drizzle of cum from somewhere. does he need to say it? is it not written all over his face? the low lashes that flutter, the soft rounding of his lips that utter oh, the heaviness of his gaze that drags like a caress up, up to keith’s face. ]
Yeah. [ breathy, too breathy. ] I like that one.
[ at least he has the decency not to embarrass either of them further by turning the question back on keith: do you still like being my baby boy? he simply assumes it, voice low with heat, despite having no real energy to follow through to anything more than a tease. ]
So what should we do, baby? Seems a shame to let my cum spill out of you.
[ for better or for worse, that wonderful twitch no commentary. barely even a sly grin because... a shame?
it's funny. if asked even just yesterday, keith isn't sure he'd have called spent cum dripping out of his ass anything close to a shame. that time he'd been far too fucking out of it with mindless pleasure to stop anon emptying loads inside him, it'd felt filthy, yes, but still not a shame to be rid of all that excess slick.
but shiro thinks of it completely differently, huh? keith stops exploring, wet fingertips smearing cum and slick onto the sheet. it's not a difficult problem to resolve. if shiro wants his cum to stay inside longer, then the answer is as simple as a plug. the fact that keith knows anything at all about this stuff is cause in and of itself to be having an existential crisis, but shiro looks at him so expectantly that keith blurts: ]
You could put a plug in me?
[ starting out strong, only to end in a questioning tone as his brain catches up to the reality of what he just fucking suggested, keith goes owl-eyed and flushes a vivid pink. heart hammering so loudly in his chest that it wouldn't surprise him if shiro could hear, keith stammers: ]
I mean, I-uh... I've never put anything like that inside before, so... if you have one that isn't you know... a freaky shape?
[ question: which is the more surprising part of this scenario? that keith is the one to suggest a butt plug? or that shiro actually has one? ]
Oh. [ a slow blink, brain so clearly processing that the words he’s hearing are actually being said. ] Yeah, I have one.
[ that isn’t freaky shaped. and yes, he unfortunately knows what constitutes as freaky shaped. ]
From, uh… one of those classes.
[ there had been a whole display table of butt plugs when he’d attended that re-entry class. how to clean things up, heh. he’d gone into that class thinking it would be a standard rundown of how to be a functioning adult with good hygiene and good maintenance, all of which shiro knew well enough from years spent at the garrison. he keeps his room tidy: always making the bed, always keeping the floor clutter free, always putting things away. it had been that, for a short while, but then the lesson had turned more toward how to clean up after sex.
at the time, he’d wrinkled his nose and squinted his dubiousness throughout the twenty minutes spent on butt plugs, but now he gets it. now he understands the practicality of using one to keep sheets and boy clean. well, cleaner.
he hasn’t used the class-given butt plug. hell, he’s hardly touched it since shoving it inside his locker at the other end of the cube. why he keeps these kinds of things, he can’t rightfully explain… but it’s a good thing that he does, he supposes, given the fact that he’s used a number of the wild items to come into his possession. ]
So – yeah. We could…
[ that heavy blush keeps shiro’s gaze and he considers it in the pause, feeling it necessary to slow the momentum and double-check, despite it being keith’s idea. ]
[ good question. is keith really okay with this? what is the actual source of the nervousness brewing in his stomach? obviously it's not the penetration aspect of it, considering the number of times he's been with shiro/anon in this way. ir's also not about a perceived lack of control. if at any point keith wants the plug removed, it's as simple as taking it out.
so that leaves him with what? trepidation around novelty? maybe. but the longer he dwells on that, the more ridiculous he feels. how is it that diving off a cliff on a hoverbike had been such a thrilling prospect, but wearing a butt plug for his doting, adoring boyfriend gives him butterflies?
still pink and feeling warm and light headed, keith laughs -- mostly at himself, then manages a more casual: ]
Yeah, I am. Just... don't tell anyone about it, 'kay?
[ meaning lance, pidge, whoever else might show up from their reality. not that keith thinks shiro would go blabbing about his sex life, but that's not the point. the point is that keith needs shiro to understand that every facet of vulnerability he's allowed himself to show around shiro is just for shiro's eyes only. ]
[ the request is unneeded. shiro isn’t the type to kiss and tell anyway, but he’s even far less inclined to share any bit of keith with anyone else, details of how sweetly willing he is in bed included. unbothered to point this out, however, shiro merely indulges the boy with a softening expression and a simple: ]
Okay. Your secret’s safe with me.
[ all of his secrets, really, not just the one’s happening in the bedroom. shiro knows how precious it is to be considered keith’s confidant. it took a lot of effort and a lot of understanding in the beginning, but now, they are years of progress away from the boy who once was so closed off that he was ready to be sent back to the group home. so his lips are sealed; he fully intends on keeping that trust. ]
You’ll need to help me, though. [ a smile and a gentle caress of his palm along keith’s thigh. ] The plug is in my locker.
[ meaning? shiro needs to move, which will, of course, dislodge the dam. ]
When I pull out… [ he grasps keith’s hand then, drawing it back down to their joining. ] … you stick your fingers inside to stop the spill.
[ keith huffs, settling more readily into amusement with that simple bit of reassurance. with his fingers led back up, he once again can't resist caving into morbid curiosity with the stretch of his hole and circles the circumference of shiro's soft cock. part of him wishes he could see, but the thought of actually having a picture taken is a little too flustering. a request for another time, perhaps. in the meantime, he circles lower to playfully squeeze shiro's sack with a laugh. ]
Think I'm gonna need to do more than just fingers, Shiro.
[ a breath, then he flexes his abs, and hikes up a long leg, holding it flush to his torso to angle up his hips to keep gravity on his side. ]
is that a calculated effort to intentionally stroke shiro’s ego? embarrassingly, it hits its mark and shiro, intensely lizard-brained in this particular area, preens at the suggestion that he is so large that keith is stretched beyond remedy. no response comes, however, mostly due to keith hitching a leg up. still hugged inside of keith, the movement has keith’s ass flexing and muscle shifting along his shaft. depleted he may be and a touch oversensitive, too, but it has shiro shivering nonetheless, breath coming out in a whoosh of one, heavy exhale.
rebooting brain neurons that seem to have short circuited, shiro blinks lazily first and then in a quick flutter of lashes, giving himself a swift, mental shake. ]
Right. Okay.
[ adjusting his weight, he allows himself one more, full cycle of breath and then drags his hips back. he doesn’t moan, but he does grunt at the last inch, when keith’s rim gives his cockhead that final goodbye hug. air hits his slicked cock and he’s shivering anew, gaze dropping immediately to take in the sight.
holy fuck.
now he moans. keith’s hole is pink and puffy and absolutely perfect, glistening with slick and cum. too much cum. it’s right there, stuffed white inside the pucker of his rim. ]
Hurry. [ why does he sound so hoarse? ] Don’t lose any.
[ as thoroughly amused by the reaction as keith is, he makes a concerted effort not to laugh and keep his hole relaxed as shiro slowly drags his hips back. shiro is soft, of course, but the steady, gentle drag over glands and rim makes his skin prickle, breath catching as he watches shiro's glistening cock pop free. keith doesn't have a good enough angle to see what exactly it is that makes shiro moan the way he does, but his cock and hole twitch in response, causing some of that hot slick inside dribble free.
so much for don't lose any.
groaning, keith pushes his index inside, then quickly adds his middle and ring finger to fill out the loosened gape of his rim. biting his lower lip, keith lets his breath out slowly, testing the give of his ass with a tiny clench and moans. ]
Look what you did to me, daddy. I want you to show me sometime.
[ one finger, two finger, three. shiro prompted keith to do this. shiro is the one who had more time to come to terms with the next step in their plan, seeing as it came to life in his mind first… but he’s the one who is far more affected by it. struck-dumb, shiro’s gone slack in the jaw and soft in the features, eyes rounded and dry as he delays a necessary blink. it’s just so filthy; the position, the fingers, the mess…
how is he so wet?
he watches keith squeeze around his own fingers and he can almost feel it, his body reacting to the phantom touch of keith wrapped around his dick. again, he shudders through a moan, only for him to stutter and stall, noise cutting off for a sharp inhale instead.
when is that word going to lose some of its power over him? ]
Keith!
[ voice hitting a scandalized pitch, shiro tries not to fall prey to it but… well, of course now he’s thinking about showing keith. he’s meant to be getting up, he reminds himself. and he does, absentmindedly and bumbling, nearly tipping off the edge of the bed before getting his foot down to the floor. but instead of thinking of his original task of fetching the butt plug, now he’s thinking of his tablet. ]
I should take a picture of you now. You look…
[ his cock hangs soft and useless between his legs, but that doesn’t mean he lacks heat. he’s warm and wanting, eyes hungry with the way he stares down at his boyfriend done up on the bed like an absolute treat. ]
[ that suggestion at least gets keith to fall back to reality. head snapping up from craning down to try and get a better look at his ass, keith blurts: ]
Wait, no -- don't. [ a beat. ] I'm kinda nervous about the Warden hacking into tablets and setting lewd stuff like that as the profile pics for that stupid autogenerated Tinder thing.
[ granted, keith still has zero explanation for how a close-up of his ass ended up as his first profile picture considering he's never taken a shot like that before... so perhaps in hindsight, maybe paranoia here isn't going to preserve his dignity any better?
uncertain, but not wanting to kill the atmosphere entirely, keith pauses and adds with a coy smile: ]
... bu maybe show me with a mirror?
i'm kind of upset that i didn't get this up on easter because... well. y'know.
[ … that’s a good point. if asked, shiro would stand by his ever accurate explanation that space magic bullshit is the culprit behind those profiles – as it always seems to be when strange occurrences happen – but he’ll concede that it’s a good idea not to tempt their captors with easily retrievable, saucy photos. shame. shiro’s back to that word; unlike before, however, he won’t tease keith into submission. he’ll just need to checkmark that box off his sentence sheet some other way, some other time… not that that’s why he wants a picture of keith like this.
god, he can’t even look at him without buzzing all over. he does, though; look. he still is. but here, now, he makes a conscious effort to take his fill and lift his gaze, quirking a small, regretful smile. ]
I’ll have to get one.
[ a mirror. the cube only has one: a medium sized one earthquake glued to the wall above the bathroom sink. any time shiro’s wants something smaller, he uses his tablet’s camera as a makeshift one, but well… can’t use that. ]
Next time. [ because of course there is going to be a next time. many next times. maybe even soon if keith keeps looking delectable, empty balls and soft cock be damned. huffing once, shiro takes a backward step from the bed. ]
For now… let’s get you fixed up. [ and then he’s turning with the next step, padding to the other end of the cube to get to his locker. it’s already unlocked and partially open. after a short rummaging, he finds the item of choice and then backtracks to the bed. as he approaches, he adopts a sheepish look about himself, holding the item up for an easier view. ]
Keep in mind that I didn’t choose this. Everyone in class got the same model.
[ keith cranes his head as shiro rummages through his locker. from his spot on the bed, he doesn't actually get a proper look inside, but a newfound curiosity for what kinds of knick-knacks shiro deems worthy of holding onto makes him twist anyway. not that shiro is gone long, soon enough he returns to the bed with the plug in his hands and keith can't helping huffing a laugh at the soft bunny tail.
sure, now he's got questions about which class shiro even attended, but an extended imagined hypothetical world in which his boyfriend is seriously into pet play fetishes only makes keith fluster. dropping that thought immediately, he instead relaxes, head resting on the pillow. ]
But you kept it, so... you must like it?
[ more teasing than serious. sometimes it's easier to just throw the random crap provided in class into a locker to rot. keith would know about that, too swallowing, keith shifts his gaze from the ceiling back to the toy in shiro's hands, assessing. it's smaller than shiro's cock for starters, which is reassuring, but he can't help wondering about how it'll feel inside. ]
Heh. What would you have picked for yourself if not?
[ that would be the logical conclusion, wouldn’t it? you kept it, so you must like it. yes and no? it’s not as though shiro walked out of that classroom with this plug in hand, immediately thinking keith. they’re in prison and while this compound is far more giving in resources than shiro’s previous experience of alien prison, he is of the habit of hoarding anything given to him. when anatomy is greatly hampered, one must take advantage of every available avenue; who knows if or when such a toy could come in handy. maybe he could have traded it for something more useful from another inmate. now, of course, that option is off the table, but the point stands: he kept it for strategic means, not because he thought keith would look nice plugged.
… that’s such a farce.
denial only works until keith asks a second question. before, shiro had given a noncommittal hum, neither confirming nor denying that must like it inquiry. put on the spot, shiro fails at maintaining that poker face, instantly giving with a blink that softens his features and has him looking younger. he doesn’t shuffle, so there’s that one, saving grace, but he does fiddle with the bunny plug, twisting it over in his hands. mouth opens, hesitation hits, and he stalls for one beat, two, before doing the foolish thing of answering honestly. ]
… There was one during class…
[ it was, unfortunately, not the model given out to the eight or so inmates who attended that lecture, but it did make the display table. he shifts onto the mattress then, crawling back between keith’s legs, the split focus helping the words come easier. ]
It had a base like a rocket ship. [ hearing himself, he has to pause and laugh. amazingly, he keeps going, though. ] It had nothing on the one taking the Persephone up, of course, but…
[ settled, shiro sits on his knees, ass resting on his heels. ]
It was kind of… I don’t know. [ a one shouldered, casual shrug. ] Fitting?
[ Honestly, keith has no fucking clue what kind of answers might come out of this line of questioning because he himself is not a connoisseur of butt plugs. having lived in porn prison for as long as he has makes it impossible not to be aware of the range of harmless to horrifying shapes, sizes and colors, but... ]
A rocket ship?
[ forgive him for sputtering on a laugh. keith himself couldn't explain what exactly it is that's funny here. the fact space-themed sex toys exist at all, or the fact that his boyfriend is an absolutely unbelievable nerd. fuck. maybe it's both, with a sprinkling of relief from knowing that shiro isn't into pet play specifically that's gotten keith feeling particularly tickled.
whatever the case is, the belly laugh doesn't subside quickly, but keith struggles all the same to recompose himself, expression still amused but adoring as he looks up at shiro through the side split of his legs. ]
Yeah, I'm pretty sure that kind of rocket ship would have to be fitting by nature.
[ he snorts, clears his throat and gives the fingers in his ass an enticing wiggle in pseudo-apology. ]
You should have taken it if you liked it, Shiro.
at this rate, we'll be doing this thread longer than titanic
[ yes, yes, shiro will forgive keith for laughing. at him, he tacks on in mind. again, he’s falling into some ridiculous stereotype. first, a military man developing an authority kink. now, an astronaut having a preference for space-themed toys designed for the ass. guess that means he should really emphasize the ass in astronaut. huffing at his own thought process and then outright chuckling to keith’s little zinger of a joke, shiro rolls his eyes and prods at keith’s hand.
keith’s done a relatively good job of blocking the drip and flow, but that isn’t to say it isn’t a mess there anyway. scooping up the splattered mixture sticking to keith’s skin in various spots between cheeks, between thighs, shiro transfers it to the curved end of the plug. ]
And catch another misconduct for stealing? [ he catches keith’s eye around his leg. ] No thanks.
[ the last time that happened, he wound up in a dress for a week. not shiro’s opinion of a good time. besides, the opportunity is long past; not much to do about it now other than to forget it and move on. ]
This’ll have to do. [ a beat and another prod at the back of keith’s hand, bringing the plug down closer. ] So c’mon… let’s be quick with this switch. Count us down?
[ … three, two, one, blast off? yeah, truly is a shame this isn't a rocket ship. ]
[ ah yes, the ever-looming threat of a misconduct. all things considered, perhaps keith ought to be more concerned about those, but ... he isn't. at least not for offenses he sees as relatively minor in nature. trying to get into places that I've been deemed off-limits? sure. he'll think twice about that, but for taking sex toys in a place that's actively trying to encourage sexual activity? not so much.
but with nothing to gain from having this debate with shiro, keith makes a mental note to keep an eye out for this fabled rocket plug. for entirely innocent reasons, of course.
for now, he watches his boyfriend smearing slick around the plug with a mix of genuine curiosity and trepidation. despite knowing the insertion of it won't be uncomfortable so long as he stays nice and relaxed for it, it's still something new going in his ass. keith expels a huff of nervous laughter, then: ]
Okay, we'll do a countdown. If you insist, mission control.
[ why yes, keith is still a little too tickled by shiro's fondness for space-themed sex, but at least he isn't outright laughing anymore? taking a slow, deliberately deep breath, keith counts off: ]
In three, two, one... [ lift off? keith almost makes the joke, but in the moment he pulls sticky fingers free, all he manages is an audible gasp as his hole flutters and gapes. ]
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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.
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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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until keith changes titles on him. daddy. oh. so they’re still… that’s okay… that wasn’t a one time thing…?
shiro’s very tired, very overworked cock twitches; it actually twitches and shiro swears he feels it spit out one, last drizzle of cum from somewhere. does he need to say it? is it not written all over his face? the low lashes that flutter, the soft rounding of his lips that utter oh, the heaviness of his gaze that drags like a caress up, up to keith’s face. ]
Yeah. [ breathy, too breathy. ] I like that one.
[ at least he has the decency not to embarrass either of them further by turning the question back on keith: do you still like being my baby boy? he simply assumes it, voice low with heat, despite having no real energy to follow through to anything more than a tease. ]
So what should we do, baby? Seems a shame to let my cum spill out of you.
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it's funny. if asked even just yesterday, keith isn't sure he'd have called spent cum dripping out of his ass anything close to a shame. that time he'd been far too fucking out of it with mindless pleasure to stop anon emptying loads inside him, it'd felt filthy, yes, but still not a shame to be rid of all that excess slick.
but shiro thinks of it completely differently, huh? keith stops exploring, wet fingertips smearing cum and slick onto the sheet. it's not a difficult problem to resolve. if shiro wants his cum to stay inside longer, then the answer is as simple as a plug. the fact that keith knows anything at all about this stuff is cause in and of itself to be having an existential crisis, but shiro looks at him so expectantly that keith blurts: ]
You could put a plug in me?
[ starting out strong, only to end in a questioning tone as his brain catches up to the reality of what he just fucking suggested, keith goes owl-eyed and flushes a vivid pink. heart hammering so loudly in his chest that it wouldn't surprise him if shiro could hear, keith stammers: ]
I mean, I-uh... I've never put anything like that inside before, so... if you have one that isn't you know... a freaky shape?
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Oh. [ a slow blink, brain so clearly processing that the words he’s hearing are actually being said. ] Yeah, I have one.
[ that isn’t freaky shaped. and yes, he unfortunately knows what constitutes as freaky shaped. ]
From, uh… one of those classes.
[ there had been a whole display table of butt plugs when he’d attended that re-entry class. how to clean things up, heh. he’d gone into that class thinking it would be a standard rundown of how to be a functioning adult with good hygiene and good maintenance, all of which shiro knew well enough from years spent at the garrison. he keeps his room tidy: always making the bed, always keeping the floor clutter free, always putting things away. it had been that, for a short while, but then the lesson had turned more toward how to clean up after sex.
at the time, he’d wrinkled his nose and squinted his dubiousness throughout the twenty minutes spent on butt plugs, but now he gets it. now he understands the practicality of using one to keep sheets and boy clean. well, cleaner.
he hasn’t used the class-given butt plug. hell, he’s hardly touched it since shoving it inside his locker at the other end of the cube. why he keeps these kinds of things, he can’t rightfully explain… but it’s a good thing that he does, he supposes, given the fact that he’s used a number of the wild items to come into his possession. ]
So – yeah. We could…
[ that heavy blush keeps shiro’s gaze and he considers it in the pause, feeling it necessary to slow the momentum and double-check, despite it being keith’s idea. ]
You’re really okay with this?
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so that leaves him with what? trepidation around novelty? maybe. but the longer he dwells on that, the more ridiculous he feels. how is it that diving off a cliff on a hoverbike had been such a thrilling prospect, but wearing a butt plug for his doting, adoring boyfriend gives him butterflies?
still pink and feeling warm and light headed, keith laughs -- mostly at himself, then manages a more casual: ]
Yeah, I am. Just... don't tell anyone about it, 'kay?
[ meaning lance, pidge, whoever else might show up from their reality. not that keith thinks shiro would go blabbing about his sex life, but that's not the point. the point is that keith needs shiro to understand that every facet of vulnerability he's allowed himself to show around shiro is just for shiro's eyes only. ]
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Okay. Your secret’s safe with me.
[ all of his secrets, really, not just the one’s happening in the bedroom. shiro knows how precious it is to be considered keith’s confidant. it took a lot of effort and a lot of understanding in the beginning, but now, they are years of progress away from the boy who once was so closed off that he was ready to be sent back to the group home. so his lips are sealed; he fully intends on keeping that trust. ]
You’ll need to help me, though. [ a smile and a gentle caress of his palm along keith’s thigh. ] The plug is in my locker.
[ meaning? shiro needs to move, which will, of course, dislodge the dam. ]
When I pull out… [ he grasps keith’s hand then, drawing it back down to their joining. ] … you stick your fingers inside to stop the spill.
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Think I'm gonna need to do more than just fingers, Shiro.
[ a breath, then he flexes his abs, and hikes up a long leg, holding it flush to his torso to angle up his hips to keep gravity on his side. ]
Okay. Ready when you are.
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is that a calculated effort to intentionally stroke shiro’s ego? embarrassingly, it hits its mark and shiro, intensely lizard-brained in this particular area, preens at the suggestion that he is so large that keith is stretched beyond remedy. no response comes, however, mostly due to keith hitching a leg up. still hugged inside of keith, the movement has keith’s ass flexing and muscle shifting along his shaft. depleted he may be and a touch oversensitive, too, but it has shiro shivering nonetheless, breath coming out in a whoosh of one, heavy exhale.
rebooting brain neurons that seem to have short circuited, shiro blinks lazily first and then in a quick flutter of lashes, giving himself a swift, mental shake. ]
Right. Okay.
[ adjusting his weight, he allows himself one more, full cycle of breath and then drags his hips back. he doesn’t moan, but he does grunt at the last inch, when keith’s rim gives his cockhead that final goodbye hug. air hits his slicked cock and he’s shivering anew, gaze dropping immediately to take in the sight.
holy fuck.
now he moans. keith’s hole is pink and puffy and absolutely perfect, glistening with slick and cum. too much cum. it’s right there, stuffed white inside the pucker of his rim. ]
Hurry. [ why does he sound so hoarse? ] Don’t lose any.
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so much for don't lose any.
groaning, keith pushes his index inside, then quickly adds his middle and ring finger to fill out the loosened gape of his rim. biting his lower lip, keith lets his breath out slowly, testing the give of his ass with a tiny clench and moans. ]
Look what you did to me, daddy. I want you to show me sometime.
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how is he so wet?
he watches keith squeeze around his own fingers and he can almost feel it, his body reacting to the phantom touch of keith wrapped around his dick. again, he shudders through a moan, only for him to stutter and stall, noise cutting off for a sharp inhale instead.
when is that word going to lose some of its power over him? ]
Keith!
[ voice hitting a scandalized pitch, shiro tries not to fall prey to it but… well, of course now he’s thinking about showing keith. he’s meant to be getting up, he reminds himself. and he does, absentmindedly and bumbling, nearly tipping off the edge of the bed before getting his foot down to the floor. but instead of thinking of his original task of fetching the butt plug, now he’s thinking of his tablet. ]
I should take a picture of you now. You look…
[ his cock hangs soft and useless between his legs, but that doesn’t mean he lacks heat. he’s warm and wanting, eyes hungry with the way he stares down at his boyfriend done up on the bed like an absolute treat. ]
Fuck. You’re gonna make me lose my mind again.
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Wait, no -- don't. [ a beat. ] I'm kinda nervous about the Warden hacking into tablets and setting lewd stuff like that as the profile pics for that stupid autogenerated Tinder thing.
[ granted, keith still has zero explanation for how a close-up of his ass ended up as his first profile picture considering he's never taken a shot like that before... so perhaps in hindsight, maybe paranoia here isn't going to preserve his dignity any better?
uncertain, but not wanting to kill the atmosphere entirely, keith pauses and adds with a coy smile: ]
... bu maybe show me with a mirror?
i'm kind of upset that i didn't get this up on easter because... well. y'know.
god, he can’t even look at him without buzzing all over. he does, though; look. he still is. but here, now, he makes a conscious effort to take his fill and lift his gaze, quirking a small, regretful smile. ]
I’ll have to get one.
[ a mirror. the cube only has one: a medium sized one earthquake glued to the wall above the bathroom sink. any time shiro’s wants something smaller, he uses his tablet’s camera as a makeshift one, but well… can’t use that. ]
Next time. [ because of course there is going to be a next time. many next times. maybe even soon if keith keeps looking delectable, empty balls and soft cock be damned. huffing once, shiro takes a backward step from the bed. ]
For now… let’s get you fixed up. [ and then he’s turning with the next step, padding to the other end of the cube to get to his locker. it’s already unlocked and partially open. after a short rummaging, he finds the item of choice and then backtracks to the bed. as he approaches, he adopts a sheepish look about himself, holding the item up for an easier view. ]
Keep in mind that I didn’t choose this. Everyone in class got the same model.
[ see? not freaky shaped. just… cute shaped?? ]
LOL i suppose you were merciful to zombie jesus
sure, now he's got questions about which class shiro even attended, but an extended imagined hypothetical world in which his boyfriend is seriously into pet play fetishes only makes keith fluster. dropping that thought immediately, he instead relaxes, head resting on the pillow. ]
But you kept it, so... you must like it?
[ more teasing than serious. sometimes it's easier to just throw the random crap provided in class into a locker to rot. keith would know about that, too swallowing, keith shifts his gaze from the ceiling back to the toy in shiro's hands, assessing. it's smaller than shiro's cock for starters, which is reassuring, but he can't help wondering about how it'll feel inside. ]
Heh. What would you have picked for yourself if not?
couldn't sin too much
… that’s such a farce.
denial only works until keith asks a second question. before, shiro had given a noncommittal hum, neither confirming nor denying that must like it inquiry. put on the spot, shiro fails at maintaining that poker face, instantly giving with a blink that softens his features and has him looking younger. he doesn’t shuffle, so there’s that one, saving grace, but he does fiddle with the bunny plug, twisting it over in his hands. mouth opens, hesitation hits, and he stalls for one beat, two, before doing the foolish thing of answering honestly. ]
… There was one during class…
[ it was, unfortunately, not the model given out to the eight or so inmates who attended that lecture, but it did make the display table. he shifts onto the mattress then, crawling back between keith’s legs, the split focus helping the words come easier. ]
It had a base like a rocket ship. [ hearing himself, he has to pause and laugh. amazingly, he keeps going, though. ] It had nothing on the one taking the Persephone up, of course, but…
[ settled, shiro sits on his knees, ass resting on his heels. ]
It was kind of… I don’t know. [ a one shouldered, casual shrug. ] Fitting?
uh huh uh huh
A rocket ship?
[ forgive him for sputtering on a laugh. keith himself couldn't explain what exactly it is that's funny here. the fact space-themed sex toys exist at all, or the fact that his boyfriend is an absolutely unbelievable nerd. fuck. maybe it's both, with a sprinkling of relief from knowing that shiro isn't into pet play specifically that's gotten keith feeling particularly tickled.
whatever the case is, the belly laugh doesn't subside quickly, but keith struggles all the same to recompose himself, expression still amused but adoring as he looks up at shiro through the side split of his legs. ]
Yeah, I'm pretty sure that kind of rocket ship would have to be fitting by nature.
[ he snorts, clears his throat and gives the fingers in his ass an enticing wiggle in pseudo-apology. ]
You should have taken it if you liked it, Shiro.
at this rate, we'll be doing this thread longer than titanic
keith’s done a relatively good job of blocking the drip and flow, but that isn’t to say it isn’t a mess there anyway. scooping up the splattered mixture sticking to keith’s skin in various spots between cheeks, between thighs, shiro transfers it to the curved end of the plug. ]
And catch another misconduct for stealing? [ he catches keith’s eye around his leg. ] No thanks.
[ the last time that happened, he wound up in a dress for a week. not shiro’s opinion of a good time. besides, the opportunity is long past; not much to do about it now other than to forget it and move on. ]
This’ll have to do. [ a beat and another prod at the back of keith’s hand, bringing the plug down closer. ] So c’mon… let’s be quick with this switch. Count us down?
[ … three, two, one, blast off? yeah, truly is a shame this isn't a rocket ship. ]
ok that would make me laugh
but with nothing to gain from having this debate with shiro, keith makes a mental note to keep an eye out for this fabled rocket plug. for entirely innocent reasons, of course.
for now, he watches his boyfriend smearing slick around the plug with a mix of genuine curiosity and trepidation. despite knowing the insertion of it won't be uncomfortable so long as he stays nice and relaxed for it, it's still something new going in his ass. keith expels a huff of nervous laughter, then: ]
Okay, we'll do a countdown. If you insist, mission control.
[ why yes, keith is still a little too tickled by shiro's fondness for space-themed sex, but at least he isn't outright laughing anymore? taking a slow, deliberately deep breath, keith counts off: ]
In three, two, one... [ lift off? keith almost makes the joke, but in the moment he pulls sticky fingers free, all he manages is an audible gasp as his hole flutters and gapes. ]
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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