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[ curiouser and curiouser!! ]

i'd like that picture first, sir.

[ already has keith falling into line and calling him sir. cue the smirk. ]

You said you like 🍆 Did you want to see the massive one I have?

[ there's no way, right? shiro's allegedly working right now, so this can't possibly be an actual offer to send him anything spicy.

and yet.... creeping doubt? curiosity tipping into active intrigue? the sensible thing to do here is to remind shiro not to be a crooked cop and get back to work, but keith is a boy who wants to see where this road leads. ]

sure do.😏

[ please remember that you love him, keith. ]

Okay baby. Just make sure you safeguard this picture. Can’t have others accidentally seeing and getting jealous.

[ a few seconds later. ]

Looks nice enough for you to sit on. 😉

[ listen… he was looking at water toys for his kiddie pool a few days ago and saw this. this seems like an opportune time to run the possible purchase by keith.

... nevermind the fact that it's bigger than the pool. ]

[ ??? no way. there's just no way, right? right?? and yet, here keith is rounding his shoulders and hunching over his phone even though the apartment is just him and bitchface right now and bitchface isn't even on the couch with him.

keep shiro's privates well... private? yes, of course.

he's about to text back that the coast is clear when -- ]

The fuck?

[ the question bursts out of him viscerally. this is where keith is now apparently -- muttering perplexed expletives at his phone and earning strange looks from the cat batting a toy across the floor.

on the one hand, he supposes he should be relieved shiro was just messing around because it means he's not sending dick pics while at work, but on the other hand.... he's still sulking. ]

this is war.

[ CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED, TAKASHI. ]

Edited 2021-07-09 22:53 (UTC)

[ ready for it? it’s a rare occurrence. one that has to be witnessed to be believed. too bad keith is across town, sulking in their apartment and plotting revenge, because shiro here, well…

he bursts out laughing.

got him. amused, proud, altogether pleased at how well that came together, shiro is an accumulation of emotions that have him wide grinned and bubbly on laughter that ranges a touch too loud. the man at the drive-thru order station pauses to give him a questioning look, one shiro is quick to wave off, even as he struggles to quiet down.

he ducks his chin down and buries himself back into his phone, knowing he’s in shit-trouble but… ]

Aw don’t be like that 💔 What if I make it up to you by letting you not only see, but touch the real 🍆 once I get home?

[ damn straight he's plotting some revenge. specifically some sweet revenge. just be glad keith ain't that mad about this situation. ]

😤
sounds more like i'd be rewarding bad behavior.

[ … sweet revenge; god have mercy on his soul. shiro has no idea how hellish his life is about to become. ]

Or I can touch yours? I know you have a nice one hidden away.

[ how improved his life is about to become more like, tyvm. ]

my eggplant is offended that nice is all you have to say for it.
guess i do want those eclairs you offered up earlier to drown my sorrows with

[ keith wants eclairs?? shiro’s on it! he straightens up and he’s on the move. funnily enough, his brothers in blue are exiting right as he gets to the entrance. gives them a little wave and an even littler explanation -- boyfriend. a chorus of ahs and then they part ways, shiro heading into the donut shop.

right. he shouldn’t leave keith on read. ]

I’m getting them for you right now. And you have the nicest, prettiest, cutest eggplant I’ve ever seen. I’m pleased with it in every way.

[ … does he get boyfriend points for that? ]

[ ....hmph. kinda hates the fact that reading that is pacifying, thanks. ]

ok. i guess the eggplant is willing to forgive you.
juries out about the rest until i see those eclairs though.

[ order in! shiro taps out another text while the gem starts putting the baker’s dozen of eclairs into a to-go box. ]

Patience! Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be walking through the door with your special delivery.

[ 15 minutes? alright, cool. that gives him some time to do some preparation of his own then. namely, slip out of his clothes and into one of shiro's sweaters. going for maximum effect here, baby. ]

uh-huh. patience yields focus. sure.
i'll be focusing.
see you in a bit.

[ he’s four minutes late. if he wasn’t playing hooky with this detour home, he might’ve flipped on the cruiser lights just to shave off a few minutes otherwise stuck at traffic lights. sadly, he isn’t quite the bad boy cop keith likes to dub him as and so, the extra stop at the floormart on 3rd makes him late.

worth it though? maybe. hopefully. he has the box of eclairs balanced on his palm and there, tucked under that same arm, another box containing a ridiculously shaped raft.

unlocking the door, pushing it open, scooting in to gently kick the door shut behind him and -- nope, that is not a gentle kick. in the midst of the motion, he catches sight of keith and registers the full extent of what he is seeing. his foot jerks back harder than he intends and while it doesn’t slam, the sound of the door snapping shut jars him, enough so that between that and the, frankly, tantalizing image before him, shiro nearly drops the eclairs. ]

Keith. [ listen closely and there’s the slightest strain to that single syllable. he’s altogether hopeless then -- gaze drifts and he’s looking down the length of those long, long legs. a total of five seconds too long and finally, he remembers himself. he clears his throat as he looks back to keith’s face. ]

I, uh -- got your eclairs?

[ … why is he posing that as a question? ]

[ fifteen minutes pass and there's no shiro in sight. keith would be lying if he said he wasn't a little concerned, but keeps himself busy by sharpening knives at the kitchen table on a wetstone. whether the hold up is an intentional test of keith's patience or purely incidental, he couldn't guess, but at least it's probably not down to say... alien abduction.

... he'll give it another ten minutes before sending shiro a text and getting back into his normal clothes. just in case. luckily, the manhunt for shiro is avoided entirely when there's jostling at the front door. keith snaps to attention, ready to put operation: eclair into motion.

knife down, keith slides off the chair and walks over. there faintest suggestion of a mysterious breeze teases up at the hem of hid sweater as keith comes to a stop in front of shiro. there's a fractional lapse in his smile when he gets a peek at the box tucked under shiro's arm, but then he's right back to focusing on the eclairs and the rest of shiro. ]

You're late. [ spoken softly as he tips in close to kiss a cheek. god help takashi if the eggplant float is the reason why, but keith isn't going to think about the float right now, damn it. with shiro still holding the box, keith pries it open and makes a production of sticking his nose closer to sniff. ] These look amazing though, so I guess I can forgive you.

[ finger to his lip, he muses playfully. ]

But which one do I want....

[ of course, all thirteen eclairs look fucking identical, but that is, you know, not the point here. ]

[ what has he walked into? heaven comes to him first. a trap comes to him second. yet, even in thinking of potential ambushes, self-preservation has never been shiro’s strong suit. so, he lets his defenses slip. eyeing that fluttering hem a moment too long is his mistake. it gives keith just enough leeway to saddle in close, tipping into shiro’s space without the slightest fuss. sorry baby -- shiro doesn’t say it, but it’s there in the smile that curls his lips. thoughts of a rushed errand and a few mistimed lights don’t keep for very long though. they can’t; not when keith has the box open and a finger pressed to his lip.

cute. another mistake on shiro’s part. keith’s wondering aloud about which one and shiro’s busy thinking about how cozy he looks with the neckline drooping low and the sleeves hanging too far on empty, unfilled space. he’d bundled up in fabric that doesn’t quite leave him swimming in it, but the excess only drives home the difference in size between them and…

maybe shiro likes that. maybe he likes it a lot.

still standing there with a eggplant float package under his arm and an open box of eclairs perched on his palm, shiro holds that vaguely besotted expression two, three moments longer, before he realizes that keith hasn’t picked an eclair yet. his voice catches on a hum that pitches high at the end, sounding more questioning in nature. ]

Oh. [ he doesn’t even know if keith is waiting for him to contribute. either way, he points into the box with his free hand, apartment keyring hanging off his middle finger. ]

That one looks pretty good.

[ and now he’s sweet in his smile when he looks to keith. the eclair of choice? corner right, second one in. ]

[ ah yes, good. this is meant to be an interactive experience and shiro's participation is rewarded with a glance up, followed by a gentle tussle of floof. mind you, the gesture is a bit more calculaed than simple affection. his arm raises up and tugs up the hem of the sweater just so to reveal an extra half inch of toned thigh. ]

It does look fuller than the others. [ again, no fuller than any other in the box, but shhh. ] I like that.

[ before any scrutinizing occurs, keith lowers his arm and snatches up the lucky eclair. nothing untoward happens then -- unless keith turning around to give shiro an eyeful of his rear falls into that criteria. is he piling it on too thick? is shiro starting to suspect? well whatever the case, keith looks over his shoulder, tipping his head towards the couch. ]

Can you spare a few minutes to eat one with me?

[ shiro is not starting to suspect. or better put: he doesn’t care enough to suspect. suspecting implies that he’ll wind up doing something to counter the predicament he’s found himself in. but when he has no true desire to stop this… well, shiro is all too happy to eye keith’s rear and nod along. ]

Sure.

[ a few minutes is nothing too damning against his work ethic. though, if counting from when this all began to when he inevitably leaves, he’ll have spared close to an hour. he’s in no real fear of being reprimanded, that’s not the problem, but he supposes he’ll feel somewhat guilty for being paid for flirting with his boyfriend. he’ll, as in not now. right now, he doesn’t feel anything other than giddy desire, his movements sloppy as he drops the keys, the pastry box and the floaty package on the kitchen counter.

distracted as he is in watching the movement of keith’s body hidden in the bulk of that sweater, shiro -- miraculously -- has the presence of mind to set the floaty box upright and turned toward the couch. look what he got -- he made good on both his promises. eclairs and a big ol’ eggplant.

that’s as far as his thought process goes though. if keith means grab an eclair and sit with him while they both enjoy their treat… shiro is not on the same page. he leaves the box open but doesn’t nab a pastry for himself. he merely wanders after keith like an overeager pup. ]

But if you need help eating one… [ and he sits down on the couch with a grin. ] I guess I went overboard with thirteen, huh?

[ ..... god, it requires a herculean amount of self restraint not to roll his eyes at the eggplant mocking him from the kitchen counter, but somehow keith manages it. as soon as shiro's taken a seat, keith goes in for the kill and slides up to occupy his lap, facing forward to keep his eyes on shiro and his back turned to the float. ]

Oh, this one's all mine.

[ which implies shiro should be getting up to fetch his own, but keith remains where he is, all determined and pushing one of shiro's shoulders back against the couch, while brandishing the eclair in his other hand. grinning, he gives the chocolate glaze a slow lick, turning it to poke his tongue into the notch for the filling. his lip comes away from the pastry with specks of cream. ]

But you can have a little taste if you want.

[ oh. oops. his bad? honestly, whatever embarrassment shiro might’ve felt for misinterpreting keith’s offer isn’t setting in, purely due to him having a lapful of a gorgeous boy. said gorgeous boy is also pushing on his shoulder in a surprising pin to the couch. clearly, keith isn’t all that torn up about the mistake either. so he mirrors keith’s grin, albeit less victorious -- ?? -- than keith’s, and grips one hand at keith’s waist, the other -- galran -- lying on his thigh. it’s right around then that he realizes that these next few minutes will be very trying.

who the hell eats an eclair like that? no one. at least, no one without an ulterior motive. suspicion has little room to grow though and shiro plays right into the trap with his big, eager eyes. part mesmerized, he watches keith tongue at the pastry and -- hell, it’s like shooting fish in a barrel. shiro should be embarrassed with how his hand paws at keith’s thigh and how his gaze remains transfixed on keith’s mouth. but he’s not. he’s so far from embarrassed, because keith says little taste and shiro takes that as a go.

he bypasses the eclair, of course. there’s something far more scrumptious in front of him and he snatches that taste by licking the bit of cream at his upper lip. there’s more cream but he thinks little taste and has enough restraint left to play by keith’s rules. still, there’s nothing that says that will hold out, especially with how want has made his voice go off-pitch and breathy. ]

Much better than the one I had earlier.

[ ohoho. shiro's caught hook, line and sinker, and keit can't keep from grinning a little too wide for something that's supposed to appear more innocuous. ...insofar that licking a pastry in deliberately questionable ways can ever be called that. answering the touch on his leg, keith shimmies higher up onto shiro's thighs with a self indulgent hum. ]

Yeah? [ thumb swiping to get the rest of the cream off his lips, he pretends to examine it before daintily licking the cream off. ] They must really have an issue with quality control at the shop.

[ keeping the ruse of banter going because nothing untoward is happening here, of course. one breath and then: ]

I do really like this filling. You said this -- [ turning to show shiro the hole at the back of the eclair. ] is where all the cream goes in, yeah? [ a twist, then his tongue is back to lick around. ] Wonder if I could get it out from here, too. Y'know. Decream it, nice and good like you wanted.

[ it's practically a law of physics. what goes up must come down, what goes in, must come out. all that good stuff. with a playful smirk, keith puts his mouth to the pastry and makes a little show of sucking sweet. ]

[ shiro begins to realize what’s happening right around the time keith flashes the eclair’s crusty baked hole at him. from keith licking white off his finger to that same tongue lapping at a doughy center, shiro feels a twitch down low and thinks oh no. his brain should not be making this connection and yet, he’s here all the same, having a mental crisis over absolute filth.

it’s not his fault, is his immediate argument. keith is dressed in his clothing and showing off his legs, not only in the bareness of them, but in the lay of him straddling his lap. more than that, it’s keith’s mouth -- of course shiro would be love-soft and beyond eager to watch it work. an eclair though? hell, people liken an array of food items to cocks, and with the eclair being long an’ slender, it’s not that unusual, is it?

he doesn’t know which part is worse: him taking baby steps in the direction of developing a food kink or him trying to defend the normalcy of it. he should stop this. it’s the next thought that comes to mind, however, it has no room to grow into action, because embarrassment aside, he catches up to the fact that he’s not alone in this.

is keith… into this too? he has to be doing this intentionally. there’s a big ol’ possibility that it’s to poke fun at him but… shiro doesn’t tread that far. he thinks keith is trying to seduce me and then grabs a little more at keith’s hip, his leg, holding him down more firmly in his lap. ]

You could…

[ is he really going to play along with whatever this is? with him warming from his face down to the collar of his uniform, it appears that yes, shiro is very much onboard with encouraging keith. here, he slips his hand higher on his thigh, fingers just barely scooting under the hem of his boxers before lying still and then, he wets his lips, once again only having eyes for the workings of keith’s mouth. ]

If you, uh… squeeze the end of it… it might push more of the cream out.

[ the color blooming on shiro's face is just what keith likes to see. it makes the internal side-eyeing he's doing of himself seem... worth it somehow. but with shiro apparently starting to get into this enough that he's throwing out suggestions, the situation tips over into being too ridiculous for keith not to laugh. ]

Oh yeah? [ keeping the teasing question is that from experience? in check, he takes a centering breath, repositioning the hand sitting on a shoulder to thumb over shiro's lower lip. ] Just a lil squeeze?

[ and with that, fingers come away from shiro's face and enclose right around a clothed nipple. one quick pinch and keith's back to laughing. [

Like that?

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i can't believe you edited just to put one in.

it's important that we talk here. it's not like we talk anywhere else.

oh yeah, literally not talking to you right now and yelling

i suppose i should be ashamed. 1/2

but i'm not.

wouldn't believe you if you said you were anyway 1/2

done

i can't get over keith protecting his phone while he's alone... precious.

shiro's privacy matters to him okok

I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE. i'm screaming.

Shhh, no more screaming

but i cannot stop...

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this is so embarrassing

i hate that shiro will have eclair boners now.

you say you hate it but we all know you're laughing

njrekf no!! also if this ends w them pouring that box of eclairs on each other & fking, i will yell

i can't believe you put that in my head and crusty baked hole in that tag

that's how you described it. i wanted to make sure i used the correct wording.

/closes eyes i want to leave this reality

need i send you the gif again? the you're-here-forever?

i hate that there are so many things you could be referencing and yet i know exactly what you mean

it's the brain link.

dont like this. :/

what will be the next thought we share...

something cursed i'm certain

maybe if we believe enough, it'll be smth nice. like a shared vision of penguin keith.

why do i suspect it's more likeyl to be about a viargra shitpost

listen. shiro has a serious medical condition. he can't help it that viagra helps manageit.

poor poor shiro....

existence is pain.