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[marmoron]

[ 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?

[earthshine]

[ 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?

[marmoron]

[ ... 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.

[earthshine]

[ 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?

[marmoron]

[ 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.

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

[earthshine]

[ 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. ]