marmoron | [noctium] imbox

[ 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?

[ … ah. so he is making fun of him. having some vague suspicion of this is different than having it confirmed and while he adores a happy keith, being laughed at has that buried embarrassment surfacing in a second. so that bottom lip keith was just thumbing? shiro sticks it out on a pout, only to drop the expression a moment later when there’s a pinch. he flattens his lips together instead and ducks his face, feeling the heat spread across his face from a bizarre mix of want and embarrassment for that want. ]

That’s not… [ … what he meant? he thinks better about finishing that, because he doesn’t want the follow-up question: what did you mean, shiro? some things should not be verbalized. so after a beat, redirects with a sulky: ] I don’t know what I meant.

[ and now to implore to the bits of keith that love and adore shiro. he braves a glance to keith’s face and goes for wide, pleading eyes. ] Can we pretend I didn’t say anything?

[ fortunately for shiro, keith is a boy who knows when to be ruthless and when to be merciful. ... at least some of the time. the laughter gentles into a happy smile that's tinged mischievous around the edges. ]

Do you want me to forget the suggestion or forget you have a fetish for eclairs?

[ he's teasing yes, but there's a fondness baked into his tone. hand sliding back up to curl around shiro's shoulders, he gives what he hopes is a placatingly loving squeeze. ... though, really, squeezing anything is probably not the best course of action at this junction. that's some hindsight for you. ]

[ at least keith isn’t outright laughing at his expense anymore. together, the gentler look and the squeeze that is, thankfully, more comforting than it is distressing -- perhaps only due to the familiarity of it -- draw shiro into a greater sense of security. which is, of course, a mistake, because what keith asked was very much a trap that shiro falls directly into. ]

Both?

[ he’s thinking in terms of simply forgetting this whole incident, from start to finish. but saying both implies that there’s truth to this eclairs fetish thing, doesn’t it? ah, shit. it’s too late, but shiro backtracks anyway, trying to save face with a hasty: ]

Not that I actually have… [ he’s not even through the denial and it’s clear -- he’s only making this worse. abandoning that tactic, shiro ducks his head in and presses his face into keith’s collarbone, part hiding and part trying to smother himself out of existence. ]

Keith. [ don’t be fooled. that may sound suspiciously close to a whine… but it’s not a whine. ] Make it stop. [ the teasing? shiro’s ability to talk? which one is he talking about? both? ugh, not that again. ]

[ there there, shiro. keith isn't able to keep the laugh from bubbling out of him, but it's a soft, tender thing and further watered down with a kiss lovingly dropped on shiro's crown. he doesn't make any attempt to force shiro out of his safe space and instead loosely drapes an arm around his back. ]

Okay, okay. I'm done now.

[ but with shiro's head tucked in, he may miss the way the corners of keith's lips turn up into a crescent moon smile. ]

Still want to watch me de-cream this eclair? Or would you rather I de-creamed that eggplant of yours?

[ is he actually done? shiro huffs but one, two, he’s got a kiss and a draping arm, so call him appeased. enough to come out of hiding? not quite. it’s comfortable here and shiro settles in, even going so far as to nose at that sweater an’ nuzzle up, closer to the line of keith’s throat.

still, affectionate as he may be, the question is off-putting and soon enough, he’s grumbling into the fabric. ]

Leave the eclair alone. [ which translates to: leave me alone. keith said he was done! it’s time to forget this conversation -- no more than that, it’s time to forget eclairs in general. he needs to get rid of that box of twelve and…

he lifts his head to peer over keith’s shoulder, staring at the float box. slowly, he finds himself frowning. ] The eggplant though… -- that’s not some reference to popping it, is it? [ because he needs that float. it was the last one in stock; please don’t hurt it, keith. ]

[ popping it? what fucked up fetish from hell is this? one eyebrow arches up high, before keith turns to follow shiro's line of sight and... ]

Oh. [ brow creased with the slightest of frowns, keith turns back to face shiro. ] It wasn't actually.

[ hmph. well if shiro doesn't want his eggplant de-creamed, guess there's still an eclair in his hand waiting to be eaten. all teasing aside, the lil pastry is actually pretty tasty. ]

Guess I'll just finish this one off then.

[ albeit a pinch less lasciviously this time. he takes a normal nibble off the end of it, looking contemplative. ]

[ why does he feel like he missed something? probably because he has. shiro knows he has. he can tell by the puzzled expression and then, of course, the brush off. keith returns to the eclair but shiro finds little interest in it this time around ( thankfully ). he’s busy rerunning through what keith said and ultimately comes to --

he abruptly sits up from his relaxed lean, jostling keith in his lap. ]

Oh! You meant -- [ he just as quickly cuts off, feeling like putting words to not only his obvious blunder but to what decreaming an eggplant actually means, would be unnecessarily embarrassing for the two of them. he bites his lip, looking pained for one, two, and then tries for a tentatively hopeful: ]

Is that still on the table or did I blow it?

[ is that still on the table.... ah. shiro's being endearingly polite despite his apparent sexual frustration. keith has another bite of eclair, chasing the creamy residue left on his lip with a quick lick. ]

Mmm. [ and here keith makes a production of tugging shiro's phone out of his pants to check the time. whatever air of concern keith tries to put on is largely ruined by a poorly suppressed laugh. ]

I dunno. Don't you have to be getting back soon?

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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.