[ 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. ]
[ yes, he does insist. charmed by keith’s willingness to continually indulge him, shiro grins and readies the plug, gaze oscillating between meeting keith’s and eyeing the placement of those fingers. keith is the stronger of the two; he resists the low hanging fruit of a very obvious, very cringe joke.
shiro does not.
so when that hand shifts and glistening fingers slide free, shiro notches the plug to that wet, fluttery hole, immediately picking up where keith left off. ]
We have ignition. [ a bit of pressure and the tapered end of the plug slips inside, easily fitting due to the looseness of that thoroughly fucked hole. ] And liftoff of the Bunny 1, the first of its kind to dock to the Keith Space Station.
[ it’s neither long, nor wide, so it doesn’t take long for the entirety of the plug to settle inside. shiro gives the fluff ball a brief drag of his fingers as he pulls away to survey his work. ]
Mission success… and a cute one at that. [ shifting his gaze to keith’s face, shiro quirks a hopeful smile. ] Wanna roll over and give me a full look?
[ insofar that keith had any expectations for a first involving butt plugs, the possibility that it would happen while shiro is spouting off a horrible bit about space launches had not crossed his mind. ever. shiro makes it actually impossible to remember being nervous in the first place because even with the unfamiliar press of cool silicone on his ass, he's too busy laughing.
the bunny`? keith space station? what the ever living fuck, and why is any of this an actual delight? the plug slots in with little resistance, though the unfamiliar shape of it makes keith squirm as shiro gives the cottontail a parting pull before release. ]
You're an unbelievable nerd, you know that? How many bunny ships are there?
[ his nerd, though and everything about his tone and sweet heart expression is another unspoken i love you. taking a moment to re-center, keith clenches experimentally, making the tail wiggle, though it remains firmly planted inside. ]
Heh. Feels kinda weird.
[ but not unpleasant, so of course, keith obliges with a roll onto his stomach and pushes himself up onto his hands and knees to rock his hips from side to side. ]
HOw's that?
i think they will. shiro needs to recharge his prince
[ hey now. no need for name calling. shiro’s grinning, though, no offense taken. impossible to even pretend to when keith’s voice is like that: sweet, joyful, affectionate, laced with laughter. shiro’s a touch moony in the eyes, too, fondness overflowing. ]
One right now, but depending on how this launch goes… who knows.
[ truthfully, shiro hasn’t given butt plugs all that much thought, either. they’d never been a thing in his bedroom activities with adam. he’s starting to see the appeal, though, of keeping his partner full and loose. maybe bunny 2 will be a larger plug, to keep keith properly stretched so, next time, when they wake up, shiro can slip right inside. it’d be nice to fuck the drowsiness away, both of them sweet with sleep but hungry for closeness.
yes. next time. he’ll need to talk to keith about it later. for now, keith rolls over. not just that, he spoils shiro by propping himself up and wiggling his ass. this boy – fuck. shiro is deeply sated from their numerous couplings, but he’s still a very gay man with a very attractive boyfriend, so it doesn’t take more than an ass wiggle for him to want. his body will not be cooperating with his heart and brain, unfortunately, not until he’s had time to rest.
shame.
he makes an approving sound and reaches forward, catching keith at those swaying hips. a squeeze and a bracing of his arms gets them to stop. it’s then that he leans down to press a kiss to the top of his ass, right below the dimples at his lower back. ]
Very cute.
[ lifting up, shiro backs off to survey keith’s ass and… it isn’t bruised, exactly, but the redness left behind by his spanking hasn't dissipated. cute isn’t the word for how that looks. again, he’s only reminded of how exhausted he is when his dick has no energy left to even twitch at that attractive view. ]
Do you think you can sleep with it in? Because as much as I’m enjoying the view… you wore me out.
[ hips caught, keith twists to look over his shoulder just in time to watch shiro leaving a chaste kiss just above the split of cheeks. not knowing what to do with that filth-laced sweetness, keith warms around the face and has to laugh away the ...heh, bunnies in his stomach. ]
If I don't move around too much, maybe?
[ keith wouldn't know. it's not as though he's ever conducted the experiment of falling asleep while penetrated. the number of firsts that have ome up in the last hour alone is a little staggering, though keith takes it in stride. carefully, he lowers himself down to forearms, ass nad hips still up high and caught between shiro's hands. ]
[ … stop tempting his exhausted dick, keith. the curve of keith’s spine is a pretty thing and, naturally, shiro takes great interest in it as the front goes low and the ass stays high. he flexes his fingers, giving keith’s hips dual squeezes – in warning? in approval? in a bit of both? – and then breathes out the tension, softening his hands. ]
When we wake up.
[ with that, he finally lets go of those captive hips and moves back, granting keith the space to make himself comfortable. shiro does much the same, part shuffling, part crawling to the stretch of bed beside keith. as he lies down on his side, hitting the pillow first with his hand to fluff it, shiro tacks on a sly: ]
Maybe I’ll fuck you again before we finally tidy up and become respectable prisoners again.
[ after one final squeeze, shiro moves away and shuffles to roll on his side. in spite of his newfound freedom, keith stays put for another beat, then gingerly straightens out one leg after the other to gently lower his belly to the bed. sticky from head to toe, keith drops his face onto a pillow and ets out a muffled noise that's part groan and part relief.
allowing himself go boneless for a moment, keith breathes in the faintly sweaty musk of the sheets before twisting just his face to look at his boyfriend beside him. ]
Maybe.
[ repeated with a heavy dose of exaggerated incredulity, keith reaches across to playfully swat at shiro's pec. ]
You better. Otherwise, it'll be old-timer instead of daddy from here on out.
[ first name calling, now physical abuse?? keith’s hand connects and while it isn’t anywhere near forceful enough to knock the wind out of him, shiro exaggerates his exhale. oof is somewhere in there and then he’s capturing that weapon, clutching it tight as he flattens their combined hands to the pillowed space between their faces. a scoot, a drag, and he locks eyes with keith over their hands, mouth flipping up in a smirk. ]
Just for that, I’m gonna fuck you twice.
[ the would-be punishment is sounding a lot like a reward. undeterred, he laughs and lets go of keith’s hand, reaching out to trace his spine instead. ]
And because I’m such a generous daddy – [ and not old-timer. ] – I’ll let you redeem yourself with another go at riding me.
[ it’s right about then that he gets to the bottom of his spine. a quick walk of his fingers and – bop, he gives the fluff a playful tap. ]
[ and like clockwork, as soon as shiro gives the bunny1 a tap, keith gasps and squirms as the plug nudges something sensitive. keith starts to twist in an attempt to swat shiro's hand away, only to stop with a half-startled moan as the plug burrows a little deeper with the stretch. ]
Ah - don't. It's really sensitive, Shiro....
[ with a tiny grimace, keith carefully straightens back out, face planted in the pillow. ]
It was nice. In that position, I mean. Just kinda hard to focus because I like looking at you so much.
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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!
shiro does not.
so when that hand shifts and glistening fingers slide free, shiro notches the plug to that wet, fluttery hole, immediately picking up where keith left off. ]
We have ignition. [ a bit of pressure and the tapered end of the plug slips inside, easily fitting due to the looseness of that thoroughly fucked hole. ] And liftoff of the Bunny 1, the first of its kind to dock to the Keith Space Station.
[ it’s neither long, nor wide, so it doesn’t take long for the entirety of the plug to settle inside. shiro gives the fluff ball a brief drag of his fingers as he pulls away to survey his work. ]
Mission success… and a cute one at that. [ shifting his gaze to keith’s face, shiro quirks a hopeful smile. ] Wanna roll over and give me a full look?
listen maybe tey'll go to bed now??
the bunny`? keith space station? what the ever living fuck, and why is any of this an actual delight? the plug slots in with little resistance, though the unfamiliar shape of it makes keith squirm as shiro gives the cottontail a parting pull before release. ]
You're an unbelievable nerd, you know that? How many bunny ships are there?
[ his nerd, though and everything about his tone and sweet heart expression is another unspoken i love you. taking a moment to re-center, keith clenches experimentally, making the tail wiggle, though it remains firmly planted inside. ]
Heh. Feels kinda weird.
[ but not unpleasant, so of course, keith obliges with a roll onto his stomach and pushes himself up onto his hands and knees to rock his hips from side to side. ]
HOw's that?
i think they will. shiro needs to recharge his prince
One right now, but depending on how this launch goes… who knows.
[ truthfully, shiro hasn’t given butt plugs all that much thought, either. they’d never been a thing in his bedroom activities with adam. he’s starting to see the appeal, though, of keeping his partner full and loose. maybe bunny 2 will be a larger plug, to keep keith properly stretched so, next time, when they wake up, shiro can slip right inside. it’d be nice to fuck the drowsiness away, both of them sweet with sleep but hungry for closeness.
yes. next time. he’ll need to talk to keith about it later. for now, keith rolls over. not just that, he spoils shiro by propping himself up and wiggling his ass. this boy – fuck. shiro is deeply sated from their numerous couplings, but he’s still a very gay man with a very attractive boyfriend, so it doesn’t take more than an ass wiggle for him to want. his body will not be cooperating with his heart and brain, unfortunately, not until he’s had time to rest.
shame.
he makes an approving sound and reaches forward, catching keith at those swaying hips. a squeeze and a bracing of his arms gets them to stop. it’s then that he leans down to press a kiss to the top of his ass, right below the dimples at his lower back. ]
Very cute.
[ lifting up, shiro backs off to survey keith’s ass and… it isn’t bruised, exactly, but the redness left behind by his spanking hasn't dissipated. cute isn’t the word for how that looks. again, he’s only reminded of how exhausted he is when his dick has no energy left to even twitch at that attractive view. ]
Do you think you can sleep with it in? Because as much as I’m enjoying the view… you wore me out.
yes plug that prince in for recharging
If I don't move around too much, maybe?
[ keith wouldn't know. it's not as though he's ever conducted the experiment of falling asleep while penetrated. the number of firsts that have ome up in the last hour alone is a little staggering, though keith takes it in stride. carefully, he lowers himself down to forearms, ass nad hips still up high and caught between shiro's hands. ]
When were you thinking of taking it out?
the bunny 1 is in the way tho :c
When we wake up.
[ with that, he finally lets go of those captive hips and moves back, granting keith the space to make himself comfortable. shiro does much the same, part shuffling, part crawling to the stretch of bed beside keith. as he lies down on his side, hitting the pillow first with his hand to fluff it, shiro tacks on a sly: ]
Maybe I’ll fuck you again before we finally tidy up and become respectable prisoners again.
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allowing himself go boneless for a moment, keith breathes in the faintly sweaty musk of the sheets before twisting just his face to look at his boyfriend beside him. ]
Maybe.
[ repeated with a heavy dose of exaggerated incredulity, keith reaches across to playfully swat at shiro's pec. ]
You better. Otherwise, it'll be old-timer instead of daddy from here on out.
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Just for that, I’m gonna fuck you twice.
[ the would-be punishment is sounding a lot like a reward. undeterred, he laughs and lets go of keith’s hand, reaching out to trace his spine instead. ]
And because I’m such a generous daddy – [ and not old-timer. ] – I’ll let you redeem yourself with another go at riding me.
[ it’s right about then that he gets to the bottom of his spine. a quick walk of his fingers and – bop, he gives the fluff a playful tap. ]
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Ah - don't. It's really sensitive, Shiro....
[ with a tiny grimace, keith carefully straightens back out, face planted in the pillow. ]
It was nice. In that position, I mean. Just kinda hard to focus because I like looking at you so much.
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