[ one tick ago, and the desert gremlin that used to wear multiple layers of clothes when it dropped below fifty in the desert would have had an easy answer to shiro's question: not on top of the snow. funny how a tease of shiro's boxers and a flash of chill-peaked dimes readily make an easy convert out of keith's lizard brain.
he gapes, staring with open-mouthed, shameless appreciation as he follows up and down the enticing line of his boyfriend's beautifully sculpted body. every word out of his perfect lips is candy sweet, though the enormity of the fact that shiro's been wanting keith to claim the first of his ever gets lost in the delighted thrumming tingle that leaves keith's toes curling in his boots.
and fuck, shiro calls him sir. for all that keith absolutely detested leadership being forced onto his shoulders, this... is something he could actually get a real thrill out of. for years, there's been linearity to their relationship -- shiro is the mentor and senior officer, keith is the cadet and mentee. shiro is the leader, keith is his right hand, and second in command. outside of the hierarchy enforced by external factors like the garrison and voltron, there's nothing that says these dynamics have to carry over in reparacija -- and for the most part, they don't.
as a general rule, when they're being intimate with one another, keith isn't thinking about shiro as his superior, commanding officer. shiro is his best friend and boyfriend ... and yet being bent over shiro's knees for insubordination wound up scratching an itch that keith wasn't aware needed scratching. in clearer-headed moments, keith rationalizes it away as an expression of joy for the complete trust he has in shiro. whether that be in allowing shiro to play or punish, but having complete confidence that his best friend will take care of him feels good. more than that, it feels right.
but that fucking sir and the way it makes his cock throb exposes the lie. it's not just about an extreme expression of trust, is it? no. paradoxically clearer-headed in his desires, keith sees this for the kink it is. it's about playing with their roles, their entire friendship, twisting it inside out .... and taking care of another itch that they're not supposed to scratch.
i like when you're bossy.
heh. so in a roundabout way, maybe this is about trust again, but more than that.... keith wants to be worthy of whatever this is and wherever it'll lead. even if it leads into a goddamn pile of snow. at least shiro lying on top of it makes the prospect amazingly enticing. ]
Heh. That's right, you keep calling me sir. [ keith steps over, kneeling to straddle shiro at the knees, palms planted firmly on the snow on either side of shiro's thighs. the chill makes keith repress a shiver, but keeps his hands where they are as he leans in to press their foreheads together. ]
Take your pretty cock out and play with yourself for me while I play up here.
[ and of course, the reason for that extended contact with the snow? it makes for a nice icy brush of fingers over already hard nips. pulling back to pinch, and then squeezing shiro's pecs, keith pauses to appreciate his handiwork before dipping even lower to warm his boy back up with his tongue and lips, licking and sucking in turn.
it's stupid, perhaps, not to even bother checking to see if anyone's around, but keith is thoroughly engrossed in his present engagement. ]
i just keep laughing at how quick this escalated
he gapes, staring with open-mouthed, shameless appreciation as he follows up and down the enticing line of his boyfriend's beautifully sculpted body. every word out of his perfect lips is candy sweet, though the enormity of the fact that shiro's been wanting keith to claim the first of his ever gets lost in the delighted thrumming tingle that leaves keith's toes curling in his boots.
and fuck, shiro calls him sir. for all that keith absolutely detested leadership being forced onto his shoulders, this... is something he could actually get a real thrill out of. for years, there's been linearity to their relationship -- shiro is the mentor and senior officer, keith is the cadet and mentee. shiro is the leader, keith is his right hand, and second in command. outside of the hierarchy enforced by external factors like the garrison and voltron, there's nothing that says these dynamics have to carry over in reparacija -- and for the most part, they don't.
as a general rule, when they're being intimate with one another, keith isn't thinking about shiro as his superior, commanding officer. shiro is his best friend and boyfriend ... and yet being bent over shiro's knees for insubordination wound up scratching an itch that keith wasn't aware needed scratching. in clearer-headed moments, keith rationalizes it away as an expression of joy for the complete trust he has in shiro. whether that be in allowing shiro to play or punish, but having complete confidence that his best friend will take care of him feels good. more than that, it feels right.
but that fucking sir and the way it makes his cock throb exposes the lie. it's not just about an extreme expression of trust, is it? no. paradoxically clearer-headed in his desires, keith sees this for the kink it is. it's about playing with their roles, their entire friendship, twisting it inside out .... and taking care of another itch that they're not supposed to scratch.
i like when you're bossy.
heh. so in a roundabout way, maybe this is about trust again, but more than that.... keith wants to be worthy of whatever this is and wherever it'll lead. even if it leads into a goddamn pile of snow. at least shiro lying on top of it makes the prospect amazingly enticing. ]
Heh. That's right, you keep calling me sir. [ keith steps over, kneeling to straddle shiro at the knees, palms planted firmly on the snow on either side of shiro's thighs. the chill makes keith repress a shiver, but keeps his hands where they are as he leans in to press their foreheads together. ]
Take your pretty cock out and play with yourself for me while I play up here.
[ and of course, the reason for that extended contact with the snow? it makes for a nice icy brush of fingers over already hard nips. pulling back to pinch, and then squeezing shiro's pecs, keith pauses to appreciate his handiwork before dipping even lower to warm his boy back up with his tongue and lips, licking and sucking in turn.
it's stupid, perhaps, not to even bother checking to see if anyone's around, but keith is thoroughly engrossed in his present engagement. ]