[ 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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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.
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. ]