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earthshine) wrote2022-05-12 08:06 pm
earthshine) wrote2022-05-12 08:06 pm
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« Shiro »[ TEXT + AUDIO + VIDEO + ACTION ]
Hi, this is Shiro.
Sorry I'm unavailable at the moment,
but leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
and w a wave of my magic rp wand, the grass turns into snow
he watches first, simply standing there as keith fights at his armor. arguably, being a good boy would involve him aiding keith in ridding layers, but it’s somewhat fascinating – and delightful – to watch keith wriggle out of his chest plate with such an obvious, exasperated air about him. not that keith spends all that much time on himself. one piece down and then keith is in his space again, this time pinching the zipper and roughly yanking it down.
zip! the vest splits apart and while shiro has the long-sleeved undershirt, the sense of exposure runs high, making him a little dizzy with the headrush. he’s yet to trail his gaze away to give a genuine surveillance of the area and who may be around to see this; he only has eyes for keith. ]
You’re impatient. [ not even the slightest hint of a reprimand can be found in his voice. it’s too breathless and wanton. ] Fuck, me too.
[ which translates to: the bed is indeed too far and the layers are far too time consuming to deal with. which in turn, leads to: shiro picking out a patch of snow, powdery and freshly left not more than a day ago, stepping over to it as he fumbles with the fastenings of his pants. nothing removed just yet, but fly open to show the waistband of his boxer-briefs, shiro sits himself down in that snow pile. it’s chilly, an immediate shiver running up his spine and making him work his jaw in a clench of his teeth. but then he’s sighing and relaxing, reclining back on his elbows. ]
I’ve thought about it before. [ off and on, never too deeply or confidently, so it isn’t a stretch to believe: ] I know you’ll be better than anything my mind’s come up with.
[ keith likes his nips; shiro knows he does, especially with those greedy touches not two minutes ago. so he grips the hem of his long-sleeve, simply pulling the front up to his armpits and collarbones, putting himself on display in what he hopes is an enticing image. ]
Just give me direction, sir. How do you want me?
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. ]
shiro is blameless. he's high on potpourri
there isn’t any resistance to keith’s order, either. acceptance is an odd reaction for shiro; he isn’t the type to expose himself in public, but here, he does it readily. so eager to meet keith’s expectation, shiro gives up the support of his elbows to fumble at his waistband. he has strong abs; they flex and harden, right there on full display, keeping shiro in the reclined lean despite his arms abandoning their support. however, the moment shiro pulls the waistband down to pull out his cock, it’s a different story.
his hands are cold. he hisses through the initial wrap of his snow chilled fingers, abdominals spasming and body teetering, his galra arm knocking back to catch himself with that elbow digging deep into the snow. the weakened, borderline uncomfortable feeling isn’t helped by keith’s equally cold fingertips that now tease and pinch at his nipples. goosebumps arise all along his body, sending a shiver down his spine that expands and overtakes, making the whole of him tense with a clenching of his teeth. keith is there though, with a wet, warm mouth, lips teasing and tongue soothing as he suckles the chill right out of him. experimentally, he runs his left hand up his length, squeezing his palm over his cockhead. it isn’t good but it isn’t bad either. he’s undetermined, yet determined to make it great for himself, simply to appease keith.
so he doesn’t complain and he doesn’t whine. he keeps stroking, warming to the friction and inevitably, thickening as the enormity of the situation begins to dawn on him. suddenly, it doesn’t feel like winter at all. the snow loses its chill and the air loses its nip, shiro’s body running hot both from his own hand’s motion and by having this beautiful boy draped over him, lavishing him with attention. shiro’s own drifts in the next moment, awareness prickling in a way that has him feeling watched. down the path but so clearly in sight is a man. a neighbor, actually. shiro recognizes him as the inmate that claims the cube two down from his own. they’ve said hello a few times and even had a conversation or two. nothing in-depth to make any sort of lasting impression.
not like this. ]
That didn’t take long.
[ there’s a hint of humor in that sighing of words. shiro finishes the next pump of his fist and then comes to a pause. he can’t deny the way his skin prickles with anxiety, but it isn’t his place to call this; it’s keith’s. keith’s the one leading, the one telling, the one deciding. shiro is merely here to do as he says and, hopefully, please him along the way. so slowly, shiro drags his gaze from the man who is making no indication of leaving or politely turning his gaze away. he looks to keith. ]
What’s your order, sir? Should I keep stroking for the both of you?
as long as shiro remembers keith was also high on potpourri..
following shiro's line of sight, the meaning of the phrase that didn't take long takes on a different meaning. having been in prison long enough to be generally familiar with each inmate, this one is at least more memorable than the others simply by virtue of being one of his boyfriend's neighbors. keith eyes him up, unmoving from his position of straddling shiro's knees, and for a moment it's the most bizarre standoff keith has ever been in.
shiro with his cock out. the neighbor ogling with open fascination and keith caught between wanting to tell the guy to fuck off wanting to make a point. all in all, he ought to be far more attuned to the tension that's crept into shiro's body language, but his lizard brain is only finding fault with one thing in particular.
first, he cups shiro's face in both his hands, kissing and sucking his lips with pos[sessive indulgence. ]
Stroke for me, babe. Just for me. Ignore the idiot.
[ the instruction is wildly hypocritical though, as keith keeps the neighbor trained in his peripheral vision while kissing and giving shiro's nip a final pinch. ]
Gona teaches him something.
[ perhaps a little alarmingly, keith takes his hands off shiro and grabs the handle of his knife. pulling the crotch flight suit away from his pelvis, keith then cuts into the fabric and reaches inside to pull out his own hard cock. eyes still trained on the interloper, keith squeezes his cock to shiro's and slowly strokes them off together.
the inmate stares open-mouthed, face warming ... right up until the point keith switches his knife out for the bayard. the bayard which becomes a laser rifle that's pointed right at his head. keith doesn't have to issue a threat, the man runs off to his cube metaphorical tail tucked between his legs.
perhaps it's wrong to laugh, but in his addled state, keith can't help preening over the victory. he kisses shiro on the lips, murmuring: ]
There. Let's go be warm inside. I'll carry you.
yes... tho i dunno if he'll be able to look keith in the eye for a few days after this
shiro has no attention for his neighbor. keith said something about teaching him something but shiro is being taught, too; taught that he belongs to this boy. so he watches keith with rapt attention, mouth parted and breath heavy, only to stutter weakly as keith squeezes their cocks together. those ridges press hard against his shaft and it probably should be uncomfortable, but shiro is so embarrassingly turned on by keith’s direction that, with the squeeze, his cockhead spittles out a glob of pre. so consumed by the dizzying affect keith has on him, shiro barely registers why keith’s laughing until he’s kissed soundly and told there, with the kind of finality that finally gets shiro to blink a glance to where his neighbor once stood.
let’s go be warm inside.
the promise of being held in keith’s arms again is a tempting, very wanted thing, but shiro blurts out: ]
No.
[ afterwards, he bites his lip, looking cagey and uncertain for outright denying keith’s wants. he wants to please keith. he wants to be and do whatever it is keith needs. but part of him is still caught up in the idea of being claimed, of being seen as keith’s. doesn’t keith want that too? so he tries again with a softer: ]
Please. [ lowering himself to the ground, he shivers but not solely from the snow at his back. With both hands, he pulls his shirt impossibly higher, putting as much skin on display as he can. ] Cum on me first. There are others… they need to be taught, too. Need to know I’m marked as yours.
forsooth it shall be fine....
see, right now it's not that keith can't see that obliging shiro in this won't lead to potential embarrassment if lance or pidge, or hell even the wolf, happen to pass by at an inopportune moment, it's that shiro is a fantasy ripped right out of his filthiest dreams, laid back, pecs out and begging to be marked.
shiro's always gorgeous, of course, but he isn't usually so brazen and open about how he wants keith to touch and claim him. keith groans, finally understanding why his boyfriend had been so adamant about making him state all his dirty wants out loud because fuck, watching shiro presenting himself in this fashion is hitting so many buttons that keith is starting to wonder if everything is just going to be a fucking button when it comes to this amazing guy.
his amazing guy.
his amazing guy who makes an excellent point. ]
Heh. Can't argue with that. There are a lot of people who need to be taught that here.
[ keith scoots up higher, to straddle shiro's thighs, putting both his bayard and knife off to the side. he keeps their dicks squeezed together in his right hand, pumping steadily as he leans forward, faces hovering above shiro's. ]
You need that refresher too, don't you big guy...
[ not just for when they're together in prison, but beyond that. when they're home, in their own realities, incalculably far apart and separated by space and time, shiro will still be keith's. lizard brain thoroughly appeased, keith pumps his fist up and down their combined shafts as he dips low to suck at the hollow of shiro's throat. ]
So tell me. Nice and loud. Who do you belong to?
and watch, that person will never tag me again
so yes, the way he’s biting down does little to stop him from moaning. the sound is embarrassing: too high, too needy. he’s keening at a fever pitch, digging the back of his head further into the snow as keith sucks at his throat. fuck, shiro hopes he leaves a mark. he wants keith to cum on him and paint him filthy, but a deep purple bruise right there, front and center, in the shape of keith’s mouth would be that much better. no mistaking he belongs to someone then, huh?
he relaxes his mouth just enough to release his lip and then he’s groaning louder, deeper, just so keith can feel his throat vibrating underneath his lips. that’s loud, but when it comes to words? ]
I belong to you.
[ they come punched out, far too breathy to carry beyond shiro’s makeshift yard. not good enough. that isn’t what keith told him to do. nice and loud. right. people need to be taught. people need to know. so he kicks his voice higher, near shouting for whatever unfortunate neighbors and passerbyers are near enough to hear. ]
I belong to Keith! I don’t need anyone else.
[ the rhythmic sound of a beating fist is unmistakable. shiro’s dribbling, easing the motion with slick that spreads and sticks and coats. he reaches for keith then, grasping at keith’s hips and digging his cold fingers in, wanting to feel him through the suit. ]
Just you. [ voice softer now, he redirects to speak to keith directly. ] Just, hhh – you’re it. You’re so it for me.
that person would be a coward then :/
Fuck.
[ moaned through a delirious intense fog that's made all the more potent by the urgent beating of his fist, keith warbles a little mindlessly between sucks and hard nips at shiro's throat. ]
Fuck, you're such a good boy, babe. SO perfect for me in every way.
[ free hand coming up to squeeze and pinch at a pec, keith groans as he pulls back to get an eyeful of the deep purple love mark he's left behind. perfect. it's not a word that keith throws out regularly, but what can he say? there are more reasons than keith has fingers to count on why fucking out in the open is a terrible idea, but they're here anyway with shiro declaring who he belongs to for the entire world to hear.
of course, it smashes all the buttons in keith's head, making him a barley coordinated, filth-fueled idiot who just wants to give shiro everything he's asking for in return. grunting as keith beats them off faster, he dips low, licking a hot stripe over shiro's pert nipple then speaks between panted breaths. ]
Gonna cum all over you. Gonna show everyone you're mine. And you're gonna show me just how perfect you are by cumming with me, got it?
[ grip twisting to get his thumb on shiro's cock head, keith swirls the pad around the slit, no longer pumping but grinding his hips to rock their cocks together.. ]
You're gonna feel it like this inside. [ rutting faster, keith moans and ins shiro's shoulder into the snow. shiro's first time should be gentle, careful, and tender, but keith quickly loses that line of fantasy imagining just how perfect his boyfriend is going to feel squeezing around his ensheathed cock, all the while straining and groaning to take him. ]
Fuck, Shiro....!
[ it's not even a complete warning, keith has a little mind for that. instead, his voice pitches with urgency as he hits a crest and shouts shiro's name while his cock unloads a sticky mess. ]
forsooth l:
Sir, yes, sir.
[ … later, he will remember his shame and groan aloud for a completely different reason. for now, he groans and whines and squirms to that lovely thumb drawing circles over his slit, swiping every bit of pre that beads there. it’s endless it seems. embarrassingly, stupefied shiro hopes there’s enough left when his actual orgasm hits, because he wants to be good, he wants to be perfect, he wants to make keith proud of how filthy he becomes with both of their messes splattered on him. no one will mistake that he’s been claimed.
who he’s trying to prove this to remains to be a mystery. since that neighbor, no one else has come to stare. for the best, really, because shiro is making these short, punched out sounds to keith’s grinding, legs trying to splay wider despite the restriction of his pants. ]
Want you inside. Want, nngh – your cock.
[ his very unique cock with ridges upon ridges. shiro has nothing to compare it to. should he be nervous? is it going to feel strange? he’s had keith in his throat, though, and compared to the other cocks he’s sucked in his lifetime, keith’s is, unsurprisingly, his favorite. it’s the challenge of it, as well as the fun of mapping out its very unique shape. the fact that it is also attached to keith, his best friend who he’s just decided that he’s very much in love with, seals the favoritism. so if it feels amazing in his throat, then it has to be otherworldly inside his ass – right?
coherency is a fleeting thing. it takes very little to derail shiro’s thoughts and focus them elsewhere. namely? the tensing of his body as keith works his cock with hand, hips and the ever addicting friction of keith’s cock moving against him. keith hits it first and wildly, shiro scrambles his hands out, grasping at all the hard panes of keith’s armor, and kicks out his legs to hook them around keith’s hamstrings. almost, almost, he needs to – at the same time… !
keith’s dumped cum on him by the time shiro catches up. voice raising to match and intermingle with keith’s, shiro wails keith’s name, face awash with pleasure and eyes screwed tightly shut. shiro loses count of how many pumps of cum land on him, but by the end of it, his chest to belly is a mess. just as keith ordered. smiling on that thought, shiro slowly opens his eyes, everything about him lazy in the moment as he unhooks his legs and ungrasps his fingers, collapsing into the snow. ]
Did I do good? [ he’s got a hand between them, fingers splayed out as he smears their combined cum around and around. ] Was I perfect?
.... i walked right into that.
breathing hard, keith stays on top of shiro, forehead pressed to his pec while he gathers himself enough to push up and kiss his boy's lips. ]
You're so perfect, Shiro. Every time I'm with you, I'm reminded of just how lucky I am.
[ lucky. heh. hardly the right word to describe a situation in which they've both been captured and forced into an alien fuck prison, but in looking down at the sticky mess they've created together on shiro's gorgeous body, what else is keith supposed to see, other than an incredible blessing?
face flushed, he dip low to recapture shiro's lips in a lingering, demanding kiss. murmured whisper soft, and only for his boyfriend's ears: ]
You're so it for me, too. Even when you're not trying.
[ and something about that knocks the balance of playfulness they've found here askew, tipping it towards something more heartfelt. ]
You're the most beautiful person I've ever met. Inside and out, and I...
[ i love you? floating and high from afterglow, keith still hesitates as the words practically write themselves. but why? why hold back on something that's been true for so long that it has to be obvious? keith blinks, then pushes back up onto his knees and circles around to get his arms under shiro to support him through a carry. ]
I want to love you. You should let me, Shiro.
yes. so blame yourself, not me
the argument over who is the prettier of the two, thankfully, never comes to fruition. shiro is a touch too slow to form the words, his mind sluggish and his tongue worse, with how uncooperative it is to actually perform for any significant verbalization. so he hums again, hands coming up to loop around keith’s neck, cum dirtied hand smearing obvious lines across his undersuit. white on black, it's a poor imitation of the gaudy neck guard that usually comes with this ensemble. the thought has hum huffing with faint amusement, head lolling to rest against his looped arm as keith hefts him up.
there is little time to rest, however. keith is still saying the sweetest things, even as he begins to stand, and soon, it's like a shot of energy to shiro’s sated body. i want to love you. keith picks him up like he doesn’t outweigh him by forty, fifty pounds. the orgasm is too fresh for him to do anything with the fresh wave of heat that fills his belly, but he does help by wrapping legs to keith’s hips and lifting his head, swinging in close to touch their noses. ]
I’ll let you do anything. I belong to you.
[ the nuzzle that follows is indulgent in its affection, shiro’s face crowding keith’s, completely unconcerned that he’s blocking keith’s sight of where he’s meant to go to get them out of here. ]
So love me and I’ll love you, too.
[ simply said, like it’s easy. like it’s a given. he punctuates the statement with a chaste kiss, close-lipped and sweet. ]
but i am blameless. and also WHY the anon posting im yelling
love is a complicated subject -- always has been, and always will be. in his own reality, keith's never found the courage to tell shiro, the real shiro, what he told the clone at the facility. perhaps that's cowardice, but shiro has to know right? if keith didn't love him in some capacity, then there's no way he would have pushed as hard as he did or fought as hard as he did just for a chance to bring shiro home.
not that it matters much now. because love is complicated and the more time keith spends with this shiro, the more he feels something stronger than anything he's ever felt before. not just love, but love as if rendered in the core of the sun.
love me and i'll love you, too.
fuck. it's stated so simply in a way that's so uncharacteristically shiro and keith still don't register that. how can he? arms wrapping tighter around shiro's waist, keith is so entirely engrossed in this moment that he ceases to notice the oddity of being out in the cold with his dick poking out of the newly cut glory hole in his undersuit. heart swelling and overflowing, keith arches up to catch shiro's lips for a brief, impassioned kiss. ]
I love you.
[ murmured against his boyfriend's lips, keith is a little breathless as he says it. warm, tingling, elated and nervous, his entire being is flooded with an overwhelming sense of being alive and so thoroughly whole that he ends up laughing, bright and sunny. ]
I love you so much, Shiro.
[ giddy, he starts to walk towards the cube, not really seeing where the fuck he's going or caring about the abandoned hull of his chest armor. it's a damn near miracle that he doesn't bump into the walls of the cube, though he overestimates the door by a foot and only recognizes the mistake when the scanner beeps and the cell door whooshes open.
still heady with giddy laughter, keith makes the adjustment and steps inside the familiar cube, and makes a beeline for the large bed. ]
I want to love you always. You know that?
[ despite the impatience, keith is careful in setting shiro down on top of the sheets. both hands come up to hold shiro's face, expression adoring as he leans into press another kiss to his lips. ]
You. Not anyone else. Not any other version of you. It has to be you.
dw clearly enjoys keith being anon. dw has been reading our threads.
you know that?
shiro gives one, two nods of his head, smile going shy. truthfully, he doesn’t know that. or didn’t, more like. but now he does and… goodness, isn’t that wonderful? keith’s already spoiled him throughout these years, doing everything in his power to keep their friendship alive – to keep shiro alive. having keith in his life as his best friend is already a gift, but to have this boy fully devoted to him, both in body and heart…?
it isn’t often that shiro looks back on the moments of his life, to thank the universe for leading him through necessary steps to bring him to his current situation. there are reasons to, honestly. his muscular dystrophy diagnosis set such a low bar for everyone’s expectation of him that it fueled an unbeatable drive to excel. the failure of kerberos and exposure to the galra gave him an insider’s knowledge of their enemies. the betrayal of galaxy garrison put four cadets in the desert to find him, as well as the blue lion. the metal arm is ugly and horrific, but it’s useful, making him far more valuable to the team than he would be without it. most days, shiro lacks the mental energy to consciously acknowledge the good in the bad, but here, right now, as keith lies him down on the bed, shiro can see it all with clarity.
every moment of his life, even the painful, half-remembered ones, have led him to keith bending over him to cup his face and press a kiss to his mouth. doctor visits, gladiator matches, space battles, and porn prison sheets have made it possible for keith to fall in love with him and for shiro to fall in love with him in turn. how can he not be grateful to the universe? ]
Yeah.
[ breathless, that’s what shiro is, the word coming out faint and awed. the loop of his arms has unwound, but his hands are still on keith, gripping his shoulders to keep him close. ]
I don’t want to share you with anyone else, not even myself.
[ well, the other version of himself: keith’s shiro. he knows what he said before, what he’s been saying for awhile now, but truthfully, deep down, when he buries beyond the obligation and logic of their situation, shiro holds a desire to remain with this keith. he doesn’t want to start over. he’s not even sure he can. ]
You’ll find a way, won’t you? You’re so good at finding ways to bring us back together.
[ keith defies all expectation. he’s the boy who continually tells the universe to fuck off as he reshapes the trajectory of their lives, just to keep them in each other’s orbit. if anyone can figure it out, keith can. ]
Please. [ a twinge of desperation leeches at his voice. ] I love you. Please… keep me. I can’t be without you.
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his shiro has a head of snow-white hair and a missing right arm. his shiro occasionally stares off into space with a despondent look on his face. his shiro would rather be in pidge's company than in his.
this shiro isn't like that at all. he's from an earlier point in keith's life, and maybe hopefully will go on to have a much kinder future than the one his own shiro got. their relationship in porn prison has been heavily influenced by ridiculous circumstances, but through it all keith's never truly doubted that this shiro cares. love may have been a little bit of wishful thinking, but that was always there, imperceptibly woven into the fabric of their friendship.
because nothing else would make sense of the way they hold each other at night with soft eyes and even softer kisses.
so even if keith can't say he's wholly surprised by hearing those words echoed back at him, he's throughly, completely thrown off guard and winded by the sheer depth of shiro's feelings. the one and only time they'd ever brought up how they felt about each other before had ended with shiro reminding keith of the shiro waiting back in his reality.
the outpouring of honesty lands like a punch to the gut as keith finally, finally understands that it's not just him who has difficulty saying what he wants. it's his best friend and boyfriend, too.
heart aching as he looks down to hold shiro's gaze, keith can't help being a little overwhelmed. he's always wanted the best for shiro, for shiro to be safe and happy and now....? there's a real weight on his back, huh? despite realities and obligations keeping them apart, shiro wants -- no, needs him to find a way to make things work so they can be with each other.
it doesn't matter that keith has no fucking clue how this might be accomplished. hell, it doesn't matter that this might even be impossible. he's brought his shiro back from beyond before ... this, in comparison, has to be doable. has to be because he can't bear the thought of the hope being extinguished from this boy's eyes. ]
I'll find a way.
[ promises like that shouldn't be made when there's no guarantee, but it doesn't matter. keith means every syllable. ]
I promise. As long as it takes, I'll find a way.
[ holding shiro's face in his, keith holds eye contact making sure shiro can see and hear his conviction before leaning down to press their lips together. ]
I love you. And I'll never give up on you.
[ promise sealed with a kiss, keith deepens the kiss with a swipe of his tongue to taste his gorgeous boy. slowly, his hands start coming down, fingers happily splaying in the mess of their combined cum on shiro's chest and dragging it down to his abs and smearing it furhter oto shiro's pants. ...well, his dad's pants. there's a weird joke to be made in that, maybe, considering shiro's latest pet name, but keith spares only a beat to huff before starting to tug the waistband to strip him down further. ]
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keith is the exception. if shiro believes in anything, it’s this boy.
so shiro doesn’t balk at the readiness of keith’s words; he simply believes them. it’s the quickest shiro has ever come to calm, all doubt and all second guessing gone quiet in his head as he merely opens his mouth obediently and allows keith to taste him as deeply as he likes. tongue touching his, shiro moans easily and goes pliant, only moving to allow keith room to pull his pants down lower. yes, he wants the clothing gone, because he wants to be bare and open for keith to take him… but this necessitates the kiss being broken, to which he laments with a whine. still, he moves as needed, sitting up on his elbows to watch keith fiddle with the clasps of his boots.
he sighs now, smiling small and looking dreamy with it. ]
That’s my Keith. [ so sure. So dependable. So ready to take on any obstacle. ] My strong, beautiful Keith…
[ he’s languid in the moment, lounging on his arms and watching keith undress him, but soon, shiro sits up further to shrug out of his
daddyvest and pull the shirt over his head. to the floor they go, piling close to his now discarded boots. keith’s finishing with his pants and underwear now and once free, shiro leans back into the pillow, dragging one leg up, bending the knee and planting the foot. ]I didn’t think I could have this. Thought I was too far gone to find love. You make it so easy, though. [ that ceiling pointed knee knocks to the side, fanning out his leg to a forty-five angle and teasingly opening himself up. he exhales a soft, amused sound, smile still lazy. ]
You’re kind of irresistible, you know that?
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he's just finished relaxing the laces and pulling off shiro's boots when his boyfriend coos. that's my keith. briefly, keith freezes, his heart stopping for just a moment. that's the keith i remember. it's another time, another place. with a clone who looked at him with wildly different eyes.
my strong, beautiful keith.
blinking back into the present, keith gets impossibly soft-eyed as he drops the boots onto the floor, gaze fixed on his boyfriend with his heart beating even faster in his chest. he never did find out what the hell that's the keith i remember was supposed to mean, but context would suggest violent and murderous wouldn't be too far off the mark.
strong and beautiful though. keith basks in shiro's affection like he's just discovered a gorgeous nebula as his boy strips off the daddy vest and shirt. now completely nude with his legs splayed just so as to draw keith's attention to the soft cock between them, keith thinking this is it. this is what the pinnacle of happiness looks like. he's ascended into pure giddy weightlessness. untethered to the laws of physics and multiple realities. ]
I'm irresistible.
[ keith huffs in delighted disbelief, fingers brushing over shiro's cum drenched bread abs. ]
I can't stop looking at you or touching you -- not even to undress myself! So what does that make you, huh? Tell me.
[ giving shiro's nipple a playful pinch, keith laughs and shakes his head. ]
I've never met anyone more deserving of love than you, Shiro. There's so much of you to love, heh. I don't think there's enough time in the world for me to do it properly.
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that doesn’t mean he has another answer readily available, though. just as well, because keith doesn’t wait for one. he teases in voice and in touch, fingers pinching at shiro’s still cold-hardened dime, to which shiro gives a pleased, wanting sound. the splay of his bent leg opens further and then he’s drawing up his other leg, mirroring the position to have both legs spread outward. ]
I like how you’ve loved me so far.
[ properly or not, shiro has no complaints. well, okay, he has one, but his only complaint is the one keith has promised to remedy: the time limit. sighing softly now, shiro smiles dreamy and warm, lids lowering to give him a hooded, shy look. ]
And now you’re gonna love me a new way.
[ his hands find the back of his thighs and then he’s grasping, pulling, lifting just a little, putting his ass on display in wordless offer. is this good? is this pleasing? this is what keith wants, right? he presses his front teeth to his bottom lip, digging hard for a long beat before releasing to confess: ]
I’m a little nervous… even though I know you’ll take care of me.
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except waiting isn't really what shiro's doing at all. just as keith loosens up the guards on his left leg, shiro is in motion in his peripheral vision. keith swivels, tracking instinctively only to suck in an audible breath as shiro spreads his thighs and rolls up to lift his ass.
there's no reason the sight of a guy presenting this way for him should suck all the air out of his lungs. even for a cliché it's so painfully cliché that there probably ought to be a new word invented for this exact phenomenon. and all the same, keith is helplessly drawn into the cortex currently posing as his boyfriend, heart hammering so fast that he forgets to breathe as drinks up every last detail of shiro's ass from cheeks to a tight pink hole. keith could spend an embarrassing amount of time simply drooling over the sight, but mercifully his chest starts to burn and keith sputters on his next inhale instead. ]
Oh... oh my god?
[ shit. his voice doesn't sound right. pitched high, his voice threatens to crack on the questioning tone, and keith quickly clears his throat and impaitnetly rips the armor off his leg and tosses it ... somewhere. wherever it lands, keith isn't looking because his eyes are on shiro's face, joy absolutely brimming on his face. ]
I'm a little nervous, too. Because I wanna make you feel as incredible as you make me feel.
[ and having said as much out loud, keith lets out a nervous laugh as he grapples with the last chunk of armor on his other leg. ]
You've set the bar so high, big guy. And it's your first time, so it's gotta be so perfect.
[ is he capable of that? perfection isn't keith's strong suit, but at the same time... he's not a total virgin who's never used his dick to get someone else off before. all the same, it's entirely different. keith doesn't want to think about other times and other people he's been with. he wants to master shiro specifically and learn what it is that shiro needs.
chucking the other guard aside with the same amoutn of care as the last, keith finally gets to unzipping his undersuit and sheepishly feeding his already half-hard dick back through the cut in the front to finally strip nude and position himself on his knees between the split of shiro's legs. hands pressed to the underside of shiro's thighs, keith gives them both a generous squeeze as he leans low to press a gentle kiss to one knee. ]
So maybe if we're both nervous, that cancels it out.
[ or something. nerves don't work remotely like that. in fact, they usually exacerbate each other, but still. keith's touch stays gentle as fingers gently trace up the inside of shiro's thigh, roaming lovingly over his sack and lower to tease at the perineum. ]
I'm going to take good care of you, Shiro. Nothing's going inside until you feel ready.
[ a promise keith seals by lifting his hand up to give his index a long lick. once wet with saliva, he gives shiro's hole a light playful tap before rolling the pad of his finger along the outside of the rim. as oromised, there's no pressure, just the lightest of touches to familiarize shiro with being touched here. ]
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shiro comes back with a resounding yes in mind, feeling too content and adoring to find any fault in how their first official coupling played out. will something similar happen this time, too? his stomach does a little swoop and flip at the thought, his nervous energy still present, but not increasing in the least. it would still be perfect, he concludes, because it’s a first time spent with keith, his greatest friend and most precious person in his entire universe.
he should say as much. he should reassure his boyfriend that no bar is too high for keith to reach; that he’s already well on his way to setting a new bar for shiro to fret over next time. but keith is throwing pieces of armor and stripping that suit down, stalling shiro’s blinks and drying his mouth. flopping his tongue slow and useless inside, it sticks to the roof of his mouth for a moment and then he forces a swallow. it doesn’t matter how many times he’s seen keith strip now – sometimes, shiro is the one doing it – it’s still an all encompassing action, like a tractor beam pulling him in.
the next few moments are a haze of feel good sensation, shiro’s head light and dizzy with how hard his heart is pumping in his chest. as odd as it sounds, keith looks like he belongs there between his legs: fluid in his movements and confident despite the continued comments about nervousness. shiro is in good hands. the best hands. one of which is teasing low, making shiro’s toes point and curl as his thighs quiver. there’s no way around it though, being touched there is strange. not bad strange, but – yes, strange. the spread of saliva doesn’t go far, but what it does touch is made moist and tacky. his rim flutters under the caress, reflexive and uncoordinated as his body adjusts to having someone touching there. no, not someone. keith. that makes all the difference in the world and soon, shiro exhales the heavy breath he’d been subconsciously holding, his body melting into the bedding as tense muscle relaxes. ]
You make me feel ready. [ a pause and a quieter: ] You make me feel a lot of things.
[ ready, strong, brave, loved; keith continually helps shiro put himself back together, day in and day out, sometimes in no significant way other than by simply being there. shiro so often tries to keep up the façade that he can stand on his own two feet, but he’s not sure he can. he hasn’t needed to in so long. because keith has been there, saving him and supporting him, making him feel like, no matter how bad things become, he isn’t alone.
… god, it's so obvious now. of course he’s in love with keith. how could he ever not be in love with this boy? ]
So you can… [ hands still gripped at his thighs, shiro tightens his holds and gives one, very faint wriggle to push into the circling of keith’s finger. even as he does this very lewd, very inviting maneuver, he goes shy in the eyes and goes sweet in the smile. ] Please? Make my body ready for your cock.
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even so, it'd seemed like a safe bet to assume shiro had never been too enthused with he prospect of anything going inside his ass. after all, anon had never once turned around and presented his own ass at the hole in the door, and shiro has, up until now, never offered himself up in this way. strung along by a hefty dose of hormones and potpourri, keith remains sold wholesale that this change in attitude has everything to do with the fact that they've unlocked a new level of trust and care and love for each other. it makes sense, right? shiro not wanting to be this way with someone he doesn't love and trust.
keith wants nothing more than to prove himself worthy of that level of trust, and yet... the second shiro rocks against the finger pressed to his hole, the signal goes straight to keith's cock and turns sweet, patient intentions filthy. he groans, unable to bat aside the temptation to tease that fluttery hole with more pressure, pushing just hard enough for the tip of his finger to slip inde. ]
Fuck....
[ audibly dazed and dumbstruck with the sight of any part of himself swallowed up in the tight heat of his boyfriend's body, keith is exceptionally sluggish to remember lube is ... actually pretty important.
before the caveman's impulse to slip his finger deeper inside can grow further roots, keith pulls out and settles for teasing around the outer edges of the rim. ]
We need lube for that babe...
[ if he sounds distracted, it's because he is. his eyes stay on shiro's hole, absolutely fucking mesmerized by watching untouched muscles spasm. but having said that out loud, where does shiro keep lube, anyway? does he even have any around at this point? it's at this point that keith finally tears his gaze up to look at shiro's face. ]
Is there any in your locker?
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it hardly lasts any significant length of time. keith's eyes are absolutely gorgeous: dazed and mesmerized, they're stuck on shiro's most intimate area, and it's so embarrassing, how shiro is mesmerized by keith being mesmerized, the two of them stuck in this mesmerized loop. fucking ridiculous. shiro is deaf to any self-awareness though. the only thing that has him breaking his stare is that the pressure retreats. not entirely, of course. the slow churning of keith's finger at his rim keeps him breathing shallow, his hole now rhythmically clenching and relaxing, trying to catch that finger if it traces too close.
keith's fingers are tiny, is his take away thought. that hadn't even been a finger. it had been the barest hint of a fingertip. a finger will be thicker, longer. two fingers more so. and then Keith's cock? with all of its raised ridges? shiro bites his lip, wondering if he's ready for that.
We need lube –
yes. yes they do. then keith can slip right inside and work him open and –
is there any in your locker?
is there any in… does he have any… what did he do with that lube bottle…? shiro had one originally, one that he periodically used over the months of being here. he'd even used it with keith once for his birthday. but since then…
it takes his slowed brain a few moments to put it together, of how keith is his own lube dispenser and how, during the following day's cleanup, shiro had laughed and thrown the bottle away. the contents had dwindled low, though there would have been enough for another few couplings. there would have been enough for now.
realization dawns and horror comes in swiftly behind. ]
Oh fuck. [ he let's go of his thighs, ass flopping to the bedding and jostling everything that had felt so nice a moment ago. those hands come up to his face instead, palms pressing into his eyes and then running down. ] No. No I don't have any.
[ his job is to please keith and how is he accomplishing that? by neglecting to keep lube stocked? idiot. so shameful. so unprepared. ]
I'm sorry. [ and now he's moving, trying to roll over so he can get up and off the bed. ] I'll take care of it. I'll go get some right now.
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perhaps just as funny as shiro's switch in demeanor then, is keith's. from confused one beat to damn near offended for having his prize taken away so soon, keith possessively grabs hold of shiro's hips with a growled: ]
No!
[ the word comes out more forcefully than intended, clearly startling keith himself in the process as he blinks and looks towards shiro's face, a hot flush spreading across his cheeks. he hiccups a far gentler laugh when they lock eyes, the vice grip he had on shiro loosening quickly. ]
Heh. I didn't mean to get loud. I just want you to stay and be comfortable. So don't be sorry. We can use...
[ fuck. self-consciousness makes keith lose his nerve for a moment, expression shy as his thoughts circle around the absurdity of his hybrid biology. frankly, keith isn't sure when or if the copious amounts of slick his body can produce will ever feelnormal, but for now that isn't the point.
whether his body is normal, abnormal, or somewhere in between doesn't truly matter because shiro accepts him as is. and right now? maybe he doesn't have to have any mixed feelings about slickyglands when they provide a neat solution to the problem at hand. ...or heh a messy one, depending on perspective. grabbing hold of shiro's flesh hand, keith squeezes and smiles hopefully. ]
We can use me. Would you like that, babe?
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he shouldn't like this. being bossed around, even in bed, is a fine line to walk with him; sometimes he likes it, sometimes he doesn't. it depends, which is entirely unhelpful when there are no cliff-notes detailing what qualifies in this depends category. keith is a safe-bet when it comes to exceptions and here, it fits for an answer. shiro likes belonging to keith. he wants to belong to him more, both through a thorough claiming of his body and the promise that keith will find a way to defy the pulls of their separate realities.
he's almost disappointed when, not even a tick later, keith goes soft with surprise, face slacking and cheeks filling. the thrill of keith commanding him to stay through sheer force ebbs and shiro sucks in a deep, steadying breath through his nose, busy biting on the inside of his cheek to keep himself from whining. the submissive feeling continues to prevail, leaving shiro pliant and relaxed in the bedding, silently watching keith work through thoughts that play at his features: self-conscious to shy to hopeful. shiro immediately squeezes back because how can he not?
… though, now it's his turn to come to a mental pause, brain trying to work through the suggestion.
use keith?
use keith as a lube dispenser?
moment by moment, his eyes widen and his face warms. a little longer and the smile blooms, curiosity and interest building together as he tries to imagine it. pleasing keith to start the flow, then – what? fingering it out of him to then finger shiro? would keith do it himself or would shiro fit his fingers inside him first? he feels dizzy on the thoughts alone, moaning a weak thing before he's even answered. ]
Yeah. [ breathed out, faint and wanting. ] I want your slick inside me.
[ his cum, too. he wants to be filthy and full of keith in every way. impatient with that desire, he squirms, free hand catching keith's shoulder to tug with no concept of where he's trying to coax keith to go. ]
I can suck you off? Or you can sit on my face? [ he wets his lips, trying to make them more enticing. ] Whatever you want… I'll get you flowing.
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but hearing i want your slick inside me stated so fucking boldly goes straight to keith's cock, pre beading at the tip as if demonstrating readiness. keith huffs once, amused, before giving shiro's hand one more squeeze before letting go. ]
Heh. You're gonna be full of my cum and slick, babe. You won't be able to hold it all.
[ it's a far cry from the gentle promises of taking care of shiro from mere minutes ago, but keith lacks the awareness to pick up on the escalation. how can he, when his lizard brain is stuffed to the brim of shiro's hole, puffy and leaking slick?
propelling himself forward, keith moves through the split of shiro's legs to straddle him at the chest, his own cock in hand as he angles the tip at shiro's face. ]
I'm thinking I'd like to fuck your chest a little while you finger me.
[ a point articulated by giving shiro's left pec a playful squeeze, relenting only to give each delicate bud a light pinch. ]
You'll get my dick wet first, won't you?
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the suggestion sits heavy on his tongue and he’s one breath away from offering himself up in that way, but then keith is suddenly clamoring over him, ass coming to sit on his diaphragm. shiro pulls in a deeper breath, fighting against the weight but delighting in it all the same. reflex has his hands coming to grasp keith’s thighs, fingers wrapped at the sides and thumbs pressed into his quads.
a lovely, ridged cock is being angled toward him and before keith’s even cooed a word, shiro’s mouth drops open, head craning up to shave off distance. fuck his chest, finger him open, dick wet – a checklist forms in his head and then he’s bobbling for a nod, even as his mouth continues to hang open. yes, yes, yes, he can do all those things. to demonstrate how eager for it all, wordlessly, he flexes his pecs, bouncing them underneath those pinching fingers.
he flicks out his tongue next, bridging the last bit to get a swipe at that delicious beading of pre at his slit. smacking his lips after the swallow, shiro then huffs. ]
Yeah, I’ll get your dick wet… but you gotta be closer.
[ not that he’ll wait for the scoot. hands shift to grasp keith by his ass, shiro physically hauling keith forward to swallow one inch, two inch, three. he may have overestimated, taking a little too much to have keith’s cockhead bumping his uvula. he coughs once, but that’s it; he squeezes his eyes shut and sucks hard. ]
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companderie... wtf. I meant commandeer. this is why I shouldn't tag on my phone
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in which shiro tries to reverse buttknot
shiro......
HE IS BEING A GOOD... baby now
i want you to know i closed my eyes this whole tag
i understand you... that's why i, too, am closing my eyes as i immediately tab out
let us never speak of this thread again
soon it can be locked away in the past and never remembered
soon....
i want you to know that i wrote this on the treadmill. treadmill porn is now a thing
i want you to know this is STILL hilarious
ROFL gosh and to think i couldn't write a wholesome tag on the tread yesterday
your treadmill tag muscles have atrophied...