[ 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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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.