[ frankly, shiro never would have guessed it either. yes, over the past months of captivity and the many bouts of intimacy, most of which have been with keith, he’s come to find that certain things on his retribution sheet are stubbornly set on not marking off. namely? anal sex. so yes, he decided some time ago that he’d ultimately turn to keith for help in that area, but now that he’s here, he can’t understand why it’s taken so long. why was he so afraid of this? he thought it would be too embarrassing? too revealing? this feels good, not just the physical act of it, but the accompanying knowledge that keith is here to take care of him. to adore him. to love him.
in that case, it’s okay to forego that perpetual guard he has up and let keith in… in all manners of the word, right?
relax and let daddy take care of you, yeah?
shiro is plagued with an ever fluctuating focus, his mind alternating between comprehension and utter static as the fullness seated inside him pushes and drags in slow moving thrusts. the hand on his cock makes awareness even more difficult. so that word rolls over him without a questioning blink or soft, uncertain sound. it isn’t until he’s through another thrust and tonguing at his nipped lip, that the reaction finally pings.
– wait, what?
there’s a moment that he thinks, no, he’s daddy, while keith is baby, but the same influence that has been mellowing objection and concern for the past hour does much the same here. protest nonexistent, shiro voices his surprise only in a bemused, breathless laugh, lips quirking as he tests it out himself. ]
Daddy.
[ does he like it? does he not? at the very least, he likes that keith likes it and so, a beat later, he’s already committed to it. ]
Yeah… gotta be your good boy.
[ to be dubbed that, he’s meant to relax, so he tries. he’s already a mess of languid muscle, practically melted into the mattress as keith moves inside him. still, he softens his hands and widens his legs, giving himself over to this boy to do with as he pleases. ]
How good do I feel, daddy? Do I, hhh, have daddy’s approval?
HE IS BEING A GOOD... baby now
in that case, it’s okay to forego that perpetual guard he has up and let keith in… in all manners of the word, right?
relax and let daddy take care of you, yeah?
shiro is plagued with an ever fluctuating focus, his mind alternating between comprehension and utter static as the fullness seated inside him pushes and drags in slow moving thrusts. the hand on his cock makes awareness even more difficult. so that word rolls over him without a questioning blink or soft, uncertain sound. it isn’t until he’s through another thrust and tonguing at his nipped lip, that the reaction finally pings.
– wait, what?
there’s a moment that he thinks, no, he’s daddy, while keith is baby, but the same influence that has been mellowing objection and concern for the past hour does much the same here. protest nonexistent, shiro voices his surprise only in a bemused, breathless laugh, lips quirking as he tests it out himself. ]
Daddy.
[ does he like it? does he not? at the very least, he likes that keith likes it and so, a beat later, he’s already committed to it. ]
Yeah… gotta be your good boy.
[ to be dubbed that, he’s meant to relax, so he tries. he’s already a mess of languid muscle, practically melted into the mattress as keith moves inside him. still, he softens his hands and widens his legs, giving himself over to this boy to do with as he pleases. ]
How good do I feel, daddy? Do I, hhh, have daddy’s approval?