[ 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.
[ truthfully, shiro isn’t surprised by keith’s confession. it’s heart stoppingly obvious in keith’s eyes and in the perfect shape of his gasping mouth, but it’s always nice to hear it stated so simply. i like looking at you so much. yeah? shiro’s lips twist up, finding a boyish curve as he keeps his gaze on that half-hidden, pillow smooshed face. ]
I like looking at you, too.
[ which means he’s often looking at keith, taking note of subtleties. now isn’t any different. as adoring as he is of that ridiculously cute fluff, shiro gives the stiffness of keith’s stretched body and the carefulness of his movements another thought. palm gingerly rested at the small of keith’s back, shiro rubs in a gentle, soothing motion. ]
We can take it out. [ especially if the oddity of it is forcing keith to consider sleeping on his belly. anticipating an immediate decline, shiro reassures with a playful: ] I’ll still give you a nice fuck in the morning… but I want you to be comfortable.
[ … and he kind of, sort of, really wants to hold keith, so if it’s the plug or spooning… well. ]
[ shiro is right to anticipate an immediate refusal, though something about getting pre-emptive reassurance on the fuck schedule makes keith laugh rather than protest.
it's just... kind of amazing, isn't it? even last night the question of them having sex was still up in the air, despite a mutual agreement to at least try on keith's birthday. so the matter is completely settled between them then? a fluttery yet contented feeling settles in keiths' stomach then, a warm smile spreading as he turns his face back towards his boyfriend. ]
Good. [[ and with that, he reaches across to squeeze a muscular shoulder. ] But your Bunny1 can stay in. It's not uncomfortable. It's just -- I'm not used to moving around with something hard inside. It makes me think of you.
[ here, the smile turns a little shy, the hand tracing down shiro's arm to rest on his elbow. ]
And how good it feels when you fuck me. But I can't have that right now, so...
[ so he’ll take what he can get? in this case, a smaller, shorter, mostly stationary plug? keith has gone all shy but shiro has not. he beams wide, delighted both from keith’s willingness to keep his cum tightly dammed up inside and his readiness to admit that shiro is the immediate thought in his head. hand still at his lower back, shiro curls his fingers, blunt nails catching gently. ]
Sorry, baby… like I said, you wore me out.
[ a quick nap, that’s all he needs. maybe his body will kickstart awake in the middle of the night; would keith be opposed to round four then? the idea of having his sleep interrupted used to be a constant. shiro’s bout of insomnia hasn’t dissipated entirely, but he has managed to keep the worst of the nightmares away ever since keith started sharing his bed. unsurprising, he thinks, because who wouldn’t sleep well with this beautiful boy snuggled close, shiro sometimes waking to a nose at his throat and other times, coming awake to a mouth full of tangled hair. it’s more than a warm body sleeping beside him, though. it’s because it’s keith, the only one capable of pulling off the impossible feat of making shiro feel safe.
the thump-thump of his heart beats harder with this wave of fondness; heart spun, shiro is sweet and doting, leaning over to kiss keith’s shoulder. one, two and then he lets up on that hard pressure, resting his head back on the pillow, ever closer. ]
How about instead, I hold you until you fall asleep?
[ after that extensive whirlwind tour through various kinks that's left a plug in his ass, and a ruddy handprint on his cheeks, there really shouldn't be anything left that shiro can do to make keith fluster at this point. if anything, daddy should have been the end of all flustering, but then shiro presses a tender kiss to keith's shoulder and he simply melts.
body going lax, he surrenders himself fully to the warm fluttering in his chest and the swoop of his stomach. it's nice. more than nice. to be getting softer kisses and affection from his boyfriend, and while it hits a diffferent kind of intensity, his whole body rumbles with a loud satisfied purr. ]
Ok. I'd like that.
[ always has, for as long as they've shared a bed. falling asleep to shiro's arms around him has quickly become keith's favorite new way of falling asleep, but it comes with one caveat that keith voices as he gently rolls onto his side, facing shiro with a smile. ]
But I wanna wake up to you holding me, too.
[ because wakign up in the middle of the night to an empty bed that time had left keith wondering where shiro had gone and who hw was sleeping with. in hindsight, it's funny to think that shiro had gone to their old glory house and they'd been together throughout, but....
with a schooch, keith throws his arm over shiro's waist possessively. ]
[ the kickup of that purr is an unfair tactic; shiro is immensely weak for that. not that he'd been remotely considering the idea of not holding this boy until morning. still, caught both with the arm around his waist and that expertly dropped daddy, shiro can do little else other than nod. ]
Yeah. [ soft, breathy and highlighted with a smile. ] I can do that for you.
[ arm already draped, shiro secures the curl of that arm and brings keith closer until he is thoroughly and comfortably tucked into his chest. the sheet is… somewhere, crumbled up and kicked around from all their earlier haste. the opportunity to grab it and fix it over themselves is long gone though; no chance shiro is moving now. that's fine. shared body heat is enough with the temperature of the room.
his lips find keith's temple and then he's burying half his face back into the pillow, closing his eyes. ]
Happy birthday, Keith.
[ did he check-off everything he'd meant to? he took keith to the fair, won him a ridiculous plush, brought him home, fucked him… yeah. he even managed to fit in some spanks for the birthday boy. he should've gotten him something sweet at the fair; planned ahead with a candle or something similar and sung the familiar lines, just to hit all the traditions.
ah, well. hopefully he filled in well enough for anything keith could've wished for. ]
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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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I like looking at you, too.
[ which means he’s often looking at keith, taking note of subtleties. now isn’t any different. as adoring as he is of that ridiculously cute fluff, shiro gives the stiffness of keith’s stretched body and the carefulness of his movements another thought. palm gingerly rested at the small of keith’s back, shiro rubs in a gentle, soothing motion. ]
We can take it out. [ especially if the oddity of it is forcing keith to consider sleeping on his belly. anticipating an immediate decline, shiro reassures with a playful: ] I’ll still give you a nice fuck in the morning… but I want you to be comfortable.
[ … and he kind of, sort of, really wants to hold keith, so if it’s the plug or spooning… well. ]
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it's just... kind of amazing, isn't it? even last night the question of them having sex was still up in the air, despite a mutual agreement to at least try on keith's birthday. so the matter is completely settled between them then? a fluttery yet contented feeling settles in keiths' stomach then, a warm smile spreading as he turns his face back towards his boyfriend. ]
Good. [[ and with that, he reaches across to squeeze a muscular shoulder. ] But your Bunny1 can stay in. It's not uncomfortable. It's just -- I'm not used to moving around with something hard inside. It makes me think of you.
[ here, the smile turns a little shy, the hand tracing down shiro's arm to rest on his elbow. ]
And how good it feels when you fuck me. But I can't have that right now, so...
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Sorry, baby… like I said, you wore me out.
[ a quick nap, that’s all he needs. maybe his body will kickstart awake in the middle of the night; would keith be opposed to round four then? the idea of having his sleep interrupted used to be a constant. shiro’s bout of insomnia hasn’t dissipated entirely, but he has managed to keep the worst of the nightmares away ever since keith started sharing his bed. unsurprising, he thinks, because who wouldn’t sleep well with this beautiful boy snuggled close, shiro sometimes waking to a nose at his throat and other times, coming awake to a mouth full of tangled hair. it’s more than a warm body sleeping beside him, though. it’s because it’s keith, the only one capable of pulling off the impossible feat of making shiro feel safe.
the thump-thump of his heart beats harder with this wave of fondness; heart spun, shiro is sweet and doting, leaning over to kiss keith’s shoulder. one, two and then he lets up on that hard pressure, resting his head back on the pillow, ever closer. ]
How about instead, I hold you until you fall asleep?
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body going lax, he surrenders himself fully to the warm fluttering in his chest and the swoop of his stomach. it's nice. more than nice. to be getting softer kisses and affection from his boyfriend, and while it hits a diffferent kind of intensity, his whole body rumbles with a loud satisfied purr. ]
Ok. I'd like that.
[ always has, for as long as they've shared a bed. falling asleep to shiro's arms around him has quickly become keith's favorite new way of falling asleep, but it comes with one caveat that keith voices as he gently rolls onto his side, facing shiro with a smile. ]
But I wanna wake up to you holding me, too.
[ because wakign up in the middle of the night to an empty bed that time had left keith wondering where shiro had gone and who hw was sleeping with. in hindsight, it's funny to think that shiro had gone to their old glory house and they'd been together throughout, but....
with a schooch, keith throws his arm over shiro's waist possessively. ]
YOu can do that for me, right daddy?
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Yeah. [ soft, breathy and highlighted with a smile. ] I can do that for you.
[ arm already draped, shiro secures the curl of that arm and brings keith closer until he is thoroughly and comfortably tucked into his chest. the sheet is… somewhere, crumbled up and kicked around from all their earlier haste. the opportunity to grab it and fix it over themselves is long gone though; no chance shiro is moving now. that's fine. shared body heat is enough with the temperature of the room.
his lips find keith's temple and then he's burying half his face back into the pillow, closing his eyes. ]
Happy birthday, Keith.
[ did he check-off everything he'd meant to? he took keith to the fair, won him a ridiculous plush, brought him home, fucked him… yeah. he even managed to fit in some spanks for the birthday boy. he should've gotten him something sweet at the fair; planned ahead with a candle or something similar and sung the familiar lines, just to hit all the traditions.
ah, well. hopefully he filled in well enough for anything keith could've wished for. ]
Sweet dreams.