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[ ping. goddamn it. that better not be shiro changing his mind again. keith figures he might be able to ignore it and dedicate his focus on being "cool" but there are four more pings that follow the first one and each successive message makes the sinking feeling in the pit of keith's stomach a little more pronounced.

abandoning the windowside and flipping up the visor again, keith steps back towards the couch to pick up his phone, bracing for some last minute hikinks, only to ....

oh. oh.

of course he can't help the moony air that comes over him. his boy is sweet and adorably charming,.... and this better not be some prelude to chickening out. ]

i love you too, dork
you're going, right?

[ and again, he's about to put the phone away when he wonders if that's suspicious? what would he be saying in any other context? ]

you better be going
and Mystery Rider better not try anything

[ there. threat issued. grump level maintained. that sounds... less like he's egging his boyfriend on to have an affair? maybe?? keith pushes the visor back down, keeping his back turned to the door. ]

[ they’ve gotten very good in the back and forth of i love yous. took some time, sure, but they inevitably worked out the bugs to the point that reciprocation is reflex. nonetheless, the entirely anticipated echo of his texted words has him holding his phone closer and beaming. at least he’s the only one in the elevator. ]

I’m going
And I’m gonna get him

[ he’s dreamed of this day. his nemesis, the one who got away, the bane of his judicial existence – finally, finally brought to justice. it’ll likely end in a fine and some community service, but the point stands: shiro’s beat him.

the elevator dings and shiro peers around the open doors, eyeing the stretch of hall to the lone door. sucking in a deep breath, he sets his expression in concentration and then starts out of the elevator. he’s a big guy, but he knows how to stealth when it’s required. light, careful steps carry him the distance and then he’s right beside the door, back pressed against the wall.

so… about that stealth…

he mutes his phone. ]

How do you think I should play it?
Knock and announce?
Or barge right in with the keycard?

[ more unexpected pings. keith fumbles trying to turn down the volume on his phone. stupid reflex maybe, given the low likelihood of the sound carrying through the door, but you can never be too sure? thing is though, the fumbling leads to a drop and that might be more conspicuous than the pings ever were.

shooting a nervous look towards the door and then back to his phone, keith hunkers down a little to read the texts and ends up snortinh yet again. is it weird to be so endeared by the fact that they're both essentially trying to map out a greeting> ]

heh.
well he gave you th ekey, right?
must mean he wants you to barge in

[ but isn’t that a reason as to why he shouldn’t? if mystery rider wants him to use the keycard, shiro will be playing right into his plan? frowning, he stalls on indecision, but ultimately… ? well. he’s always telling keith to be leader and if that’s what he’s suggesting… ]

Okay
I’ll text you soon

[ five minutes? if all goes smoothly, he should have the cuffs on the assailant fairly quickly. hopefully keith realizes that and knows to come searching for him if he doesn’t relay back within the time limit. please don’t be a trap, he thinks, and then draws another deep, steadying breath.

phone pocketed.
keycard in slot.
door unlocked.

it clicks loudly, announcing the mechanism. groaning inwardly, shiro abruptly pushes the door open and rushes inside, barely hearing the heavy door swing shut as he comes to stop ten or so feet behind the man standing there by the window. ]

Freeze! Don’t move! [ he doesn’t actually have a weapon drawn; hopefully he commands enough authority that this dude follows direction. ] You’re under arrest for speeding, vehicular endangerment and disturbing the peace.

[ it's only a short moment after the last of the texts before the door clicks open. keith gets a split second to toss his phone back on the couch before shiro bursts inside with his best boss voice.

don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh as the running internal monologue does precious little to keep his amusement in check. how is he not meant to find that tone some combination of arousing and hilarious hearing it outside its normal context? fuck -- barely two ticks in and keith is already getting derailed..

suddenly, he thinks he's starting to understand why dramatics like you'll never take me alive! might be fun to say. rather than say anything however, he raises his hands in some show of surrender. it should be noted that the lights in the main room are dim, most of the ambient illumination coming from the bright lights of sumarlok's skyline. in other words? shiro's suspicions about this mystery rider are bang on point.

heart beating fast, faster -- keith grins behind his visor. maybe the best plan forward isn't to speak, but to let shiro do the unmasking? ]

[ shiro’s suspicious. this is too easy. for all its build-up, with the lure, the note, the keycard, the anticipation… all that effort and planning to cumulate with mystery rider simply giving up? shiro wrinkles his nose. it doesn’t seem right. doesn’t feel right either. sure, he’s noticed the dim lighting, aided by the flicker of candle flame from the next room over. also, the fragrant, somewhat flowery smell in the air is hard to miss now that his heartbeat and attention have steadied under the initial rush of adrenaline. yes, he’s noticed and he concludes that his first guess must be right: the goal is to seduce him.

… but that’s it? a few cliches around the room and mystery rider expected – what? for shiro to waltz in and be so easily swayed into bedding him? that can't be the extent of his plan.

and yet, his hands are raised. hmph. shiro doesn’t trust him. ]

No.

[ he pulls the handcuffs out of the utility pouch fastened to his belt. there’s the unmistakable click of chain and ratchet teeth being pulled back. he doesn’t move any closer though, not yet. ]

Hands behind your back.

[ no funny business! ]

[ no funny business, he says, and all it does is make keith want to giggle. actually giggle. that's an alarming state of affairs. the click of metal isn't exactly comforting, but it again hits a funny bone to think that handcuffs really are the way shiro's going about this in the end.

maybe the experience is a bit overdue for keith. they hadn't actually cuffed him back then in juvie after all for that ancient crime of grand theft auto. in a way, this whole game feels a bit like completing the circle of life. still saying nothing, keith lowers his hands as insructed, holding them at the small of his back just suggestively enough to frame the curve of his ass.

then he turns his head very slightly to watch shiro's next move. ]

[ – how is this going so smoothly?? suspicion keeping him on high alert, shiro hesitates a beat before forcing himself to cross the distance between them. every muscle is tense. it’s as though he’s waiting for the most minute of movements from the mystery rider, ready to spring into action to subdue him if necessary. two step, three step, four… he’s almost there; the whole time, shiro stares at those hands and only those hands.

… mostly those hands.

that tight, leather, fucking one piece jumpsuit is like a second skin. it hugs this man’s body so well, especially the round, voluptuous ass those hands are not so subtly advertising. he’s happily in love. he’s so utterly smitten with keith, that there isn’t a man in existence that can coax him away, shiro is vehemently certain of that.

… but it’s impossible not to appreciate this man’s body on a base level.

he inwardly grimaces, feeling guilty and dirty, and so, forces his gaze up. no resistance comes when he takes the right hand, clicking the handcuff on. no struggle either, when he finishes with the left. ]

You really thought you could seduce me, huh?

[ the words are harsher, his little hiccup of a straying gaze making him agitated. he huffs and lets go, letting the chained hands rest against the other before he circles around to the front of the man. the width and height of his frame block out the city lights, casting the mystery rider in shadow and making that black visor darker. ]

Tough luck, I’m not into criminals.

[ the metal cuffs snap closed, but despite knowing there won't be any give to them keith gently pulls anyway. it's ... yeah, strange to have his hands locked away, but otherwise he isn't feeling uncomfortable. at least, not until shiro steps in front of him and his tone makes it abundantly clear that the delicate balance between antipathy and good humor is shifting towards the former rather than the latter.

too bad his hands are currently tied up and can't be used to force quit with a raise of his visor, huh?

frowning slightly, keith frets over how to proceed. in some messed up backwards way, it's genuinely sweet that shiro is upset by the idea of infidelity, but this was never meant to stoke moral outrage. no, this was always meant to be about having a relaxing and luxurious night together because they're long overdue on that front.

as is the honesty.

so. time to forgo the element of surprise. ...even if the statement just now has keith wondering what it is shiro really thinks about that original grand theft auto incident. not to mention their uh... zero license child adoptions. ... and his hoverbike. ]

That your way of suggesting we should finally get those papers for Huey and Bitchface?

[ the helmet muffles the voice and yet, even muffled, that voice is distinct enough that by finally, shiro, too, finally has realization dawning. the name of their babies clinches it. surprise slacked features neutralize his expression and he’s staring for a prolonged beat, stock still and unmoving. perhaps he should simply stay frozen. if he doesn’t flip back that visor, he doesn’t have to confirm that he has, in fact, been chasing after his best friend turned lover for the better part of a year and relaying play by plays of each run-in to said boyfriend, completely unaware that keith already knew all of it. no wonder he always looked particularly amused any time shiro spoke of being outwitted by the second best driver shiro’s ever seen.

predictably, curiosity wins. without a word, he reaches up to push back the visor and despite the dimness of the room or the partly obscured face, shiro would recognize those eyes anywhere.

heh. so he is into criminals. or at least, one criminal. ]

Keith.

[ one syllable and it’s chalk full of long-suffering exasperation. one beat, two beat, and he’s staring, staring –

and then he flips the visor back down, tipping his head up and rolling his eyes toward the ceiling. ]

You are such a brat.

[ no heat behind the words. if anything, they’re begrudgingly fond, underneath that continued exasperation. ]

[ the exasperation registers loud and clear. being more conciliatory would likely go a long way in helping ease some of that, but the visor gets pushed up and it's just reflex to smile at his boy. not that keith gets to enjoy the untinted view of his grumpy face for long because the visor gets pushed right back down. even less able to help himself, keith bursts into a soft laugh as he takes a half step closer to push himself into his boy's personal space.

so much for the melodramatic or witty one liner greetings he'd been mulling over. but the way this has worked out, keith honestly isn't complaining. ]

I'm your brat.

[ a point he emphasizes with another step to gently nudge shiro's back to the glass. ]

And you should definitely help me take off the helmet so I can look at you properly.

[ he'd do it himself, but he pointedly clicks the metal cuffing his wrists together. ]

[ he’s not mad, per say, and he kind of hates that the sound of keith’s laughter makes him even less inclined to hold this against him. apparently, one of shiro’s biggest weaknesses is a happy keith. god, does that qualify him as being whipped? probably. because he lets himself be nudged backwards and he doesn’t put up a fuss about the helmet. he should let him stew inside there for, at least, another minute or two, but… that’s really just punishing himself as well.

reaching for the strap underneath keith’s chin doesn’t stop him from pouting though. ]

You harassed me for a year.

[ sulky, huffy – it’s a grumbled thing. that grump is mostly for show though, to cover up his flustered feelings as he starts to unearth every memory involving mystery rider over the course of this past year. nevermind the last year; the last hour. he texted keith about this too. how embarrassing.

the helmet comes off with a tug and he dangles it by his side, fingers curled on the chin protector. still pouting, by the way. ]

A year, Keith.

[ keith obediently tips his head back to give shiro all the access he needs to loosen up the chin strap. he can't deny that he's still caught up in his own humor over the situation, but seeing the pout he makes an effort to sober up a bit. the helmet comes off, and keith immediately gives his head a vigorous shaking to puff his flattened bird nest hair back to its usual volume, then grins from between the tangled locks of hair falling over his face. ]

I know, I know. I'm sorry.

[ he pushes up onto tiptoes to smooch shiro's jaw. and risking some wobbling leans forward to rest some of his weight on shiro's chest. ]

It's just... I love the way you talk about things you feel really strongly about?

[ instinctively, keith tries to wrap his arms around shiro, only for the cuffs to pull taut and clink. ]

Oh. [ keith frowns -- pouts really, but otherwise continues to babble. ] I didn't want to drag it out as long as I did, but ..I dunno. I love how intense you get. ...And I guess it felt good knowing you were getting a thrill out of it, too.

Edited (I FUNNO WHAT GOOGLE IS DOING) 2022-04-29 05:08 (UTC)

[ shiro catches keith by the shoulder and holds him through the lean, though, with the helmet in one hand and something else requiring his assistance, that steadying doesn't last long. the helmet hair endures somewhat and despite shiro’s best efforts to keep up the act, that pouty frown twitches, breaks, and curls on the beginnings of a smile. dammit. he rolls his eyes to compensate but he’s pushing back keith’s hair with his left hand a moment after.

so they’ve switched expressions. now, keith’s the one pouting and shiro’s the one smiling as he ( begrudgingly ) finds his amusement. ]

Uh huh. [ shiro doesn’t buy it. he chuckles, brief and light. ] So it had nothing to do with you getting a thrill out of it either.

[ for the record, shiro isn’t digging through his pouch to retrieve the key. keith will have to endure the handcuffs awhile longer. so his hand that drops down to keith’s hip? it’s not to fiddle with the handcuffs. it’s there to smooth his palm over that jumpsuit wrapped tight over his ass cheek. ]

It’s not like you enjoyed leading me around, evading me every time I gave chase. [ and now shiro squeezes. ] You certainly didn’t love sticking your ass up at me before zooming off.

[ keith squirms and laughs as shiro's hand comes down lower to squeeze. having far too much faith in shiro's compassion, he's still working with the naive assumption that the handcuffs are due to be removed sooner rather than later. it's a shame then that the very obvious game that could be played is something keith misses entirely ase hops a half inch closer and finds his center of gravity. ]

I said too.

[ as if the admission is in any way exonerating? keith can't help laughing though as he gives shiro's neck a quick peck. ]

So what if I had fun, huh? You gonna lock me up for it?

[ peck successfully delivered. heh, looks as though someone is trying to bribe an officer with affection. shiro laughs along and gives up on squeezing to flick at the chain linking the handcuffs. the sound of it clinking is oddly satisfying. ]

I already have you locked up.

[ jail time, though? fat chance. they both know keith isn’t seeing inside a cell. not only would shiro miss him, huey and bitchface would never let him hear the end of it. he can’t be trusted to take care of the babies on his own, so, he brings his hand up to cup the side of keith’s face, expression going sly. ]

But I guess I could let you off with a warning. Seeing as you went to all the trouble of booking this room.

[ and he looks away, briefly, to glance around the suite. it’s extravagant and expansive, and while the expectation of such a place had his anxiety spiking a few minutes ago, now he’s looking upon it with fresh eyes.you really thought you could seduce me; hilarious, shiro is well on his way to eating his words. he returns his gaze to keith and relaxes his hold, pushing some hair behind keith’s ear. ]

You’ll make it worth my while, won’t you?

[ ... oh. so shiro is acknowledging the handcuffs -- more than acknowledging them really, and is making zero motions to grab the key? keith blinks, momentarily thrown by the plot twist. unconsciously, he tries to pull his hands apart, making the metal clink yet again. eyes on the growing smirk on his boy's lips, keith is entirely of split mind between wondering if he has to try and houdini himself out or whether nibbling on shiro's neck is the key.

in the end though, maybe this bit of role reversal is exactly what keith wanted to see. his boy feeling confident and bold in putting this particular chapter of their games to rest is a breathtaking sight. keith's bewilderment softens into a warm smile. ]

I'll be good.

[ it's a promise he has every intention of keeping... except. ]

...But I wanna look at this view while... you know.

[ good boys use their words. shiro’s tempted to tease keith into saying what exactly it is he wants to be going on while he enjoys the skyline of sumarlok. he takes pity, however, and breathes out an okay before gently nudging keith back, just enough for shiro to reverse their positions. sliding to the side, shiro rounds keith and after dropping the helmet off on the nearby ottoman, he settles in behind him. ]

Now, don’t try to escape. [ because listen, that’s the sound of shiro rummaging through his pouch for the key and then, the click of metal on metal as he fits it into the keyhole. he leans in to nose the backside of keith’s ear, breathing low: ] Behave.

[ and click, the left cuff loosens. it’s the only one that loosens though. the key is back in the pouch and shiro has keith by both wrists. he brings his hands in front of his body and then recuffs that left hand. at least now, when shiro nudges keith forward a step, to encourage keith to lean his body against the glass, he can use his forearms for some semblance of support.

unfortunately, there is one problem with this. a problem that shiro doesn’t realize until he moves his hands to keith’s waist. there’s no waistband. oh yeah. shiro didn’t forget that his boy is wrapped up tight in a one-piece but he hadn’t thought much of the mechanics involving getting keith out of said one-piece. an oversight of monumental portions, truly. now, to undo all of that – in shiro’s humble opinion – sexy build-up, by uncuffing keith, so that he can maneuver his limbs out of that second skin, or…

he clears his throat. ]

Hypothetically speaking… if this bodysuit ripped, how disappointed would you be?

[ keith allows shiro to maneuver him as he pleases, making sure to exaggerate his good boy behavior with a contented hum and a not-so-subtle tip forward to accentuate his behind. the breathy warning by his ear sends a shiver shooting down his spine to end with a twitch of his constrained cock.

it ought to b embarrassing, just how easily shiro can rile him up with minimal effort, but after everything that's happened between them from merrow cum to naga dicks, keith can't even pretend to be ashamed. he waits patiently as shiro clicks one of the cuffs open, doesn't even attempt to rub his free wrist ... though perhaps that'd been a mistake. shiro repositions his arms, only to lock his arm back up once he's pinned them against the glass.

keith opens his mouth to protest, but changes his mind shortly after. it's weird actually, not having any real wualms with having his movement restricted. keith ought too hate it on principle, but there's something nice about knowing just how fully he can trust his boy now. no big secrets, no worries, just a full heart that's beating a little too fast with anticipation.

keith laughs softly, leaning on the glass to push his hips back. ]

Hypothetically? I'd be pretty disappointed if this outfit survived the night.

[ so, hypothetically, shiro is going to be murdering a bodysuit tonight. the delight is so plainly heard in his voice, shiro doing very little to mask how enthused he is by keith’s willingness to play along. ]

In that case… [ there’s the sound of him fiddling with his utility belt again. this time, it’s the unsnapping of a button and him pulling out a pocket knife. ] Hold still, baby. Gotta strip you for a search. [ blade extended and locked into place, he dials in his focus, murmuring: ]

A very thorough search.

[ there’s a bit of excess material at his lower back, right before it grows taunt over the swell of keith’s ass. his gem is there as well, so shiro feels more comfortable hooking the curved end of the blade above it and pressing in, just enough for the fine tip to catch and slice through. by the end of all his cutting and peeling, he has that former one-piece split in two: the top portion intact down to his waist, where it bares his mid-drift, and the lower half in shambles, with it now pulled down to keith’s knees.

his belt of tricks has come in handy, hasn’t it? he laughs to himself. still, he isn’t so prepared to carry everything with him. he’ll need to ask keith about lube at some point; he obviously has a bottle stashed around here somewhere, the little minx. shiro’s in no particular rush anymore though. so he’ll first sink to his knees and spread keith’s cheeks, finally getting his hands on that ass that’s been taunting him for a year.

and so, it goes as expected.

… mostly.

because while shiro burying his face in to lick inside is unsurprising, the way shiro hardens in his uniform pants comes with an asterisk. the feel of keith under his mouth is enough. the sounds keith makes are enough. but shiro’s brain drifts and he thinks about the window keith is arching against and fogging with his panting. he wonders – hopes?? – someone from an adjacent building glances their way. unlikely, of course. they are exceptionally high and there isn’t a light on, so they’re nothing more than dark forms in a dark room. nonetheless, shiro likes the idea of someone seeing keith be good for him and seeing shiro being good to him.

which is why, when he inevitably stands to retrieve the lube bottle by the bed, shiro makes sure to flip on the light as he returns to keith still pressed against the window. ]

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and cue ftb... also i'm closing my eyes.