[ 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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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.