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[marmoron]

[ technically, none of that should come as a surprise. even if shiro hasn't expressed interest in taking keith's cock prior to this, his boyfriend has never shied away from messing around with keith's ass, no matter how messy and alien.

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?

[earthshine]

[ won’t be able to fit it all, huh? if there is a high risk of it all slipping out, then the remedy would be to plug shiro up, wouldn’t it? does keith want to lend shiro his bunny plug? it had worked wonders for keith; he’d been kept full and wet for hours and hours, the plug only being taken out when shiro had been ready to push inside and make keith fuller. shiro tries to imagine that for himself, what it would feel like to be kept ready for keith, to take him once, twice, however many times keith wants. shiro could be good like that. shiro could be pleasing like that.

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. ]

[marmoron]

[ fucking hell. there isn't even a peep of resistance to the plan keith has laid out, never mind the fact that at least one out of three items on that list is something different. new for them, but maybe it's not new for shiro? who could resist fucking that sculpted chest after all?

keith ponders, but not for long. shiro physically grabs him by the ass and hauls him up higher, cock head kissing lips before rapidly being taken in deep. inch by inch. thoroughly unprepared, keith does little more than whine shiro's name, pitched and needy, as hands frame shiro's head, partly smooshing his ears. ]

Oh fuck, Shiro....

[ heart pounding hard in his head and his cock, keith groans, forgetting who the hell is supposed to be in charge because shiro's mouth is hot and wet, and then....there's a cough as his cock head nudges the smooth column of shiro's throat.

re-centering, keith blinks his eyes open, staring open-mouthed at his boyfriend's face as he coos: ]

Fuck, you're so good, babe.

[ caught by a delirious desire to shove his tongue in shiro's mouth to kiss while simultaneously receiving head, keith settles some of that wild energy by combing fingers through cropped hair, before letting go to grab a hold of the bed frame for leverage instead. ]

Unbelievable. Wanna make you mine. Fill up every hole.

[ breathing hard, he adjusts, knees spreading wide to frame either side of shiro's broad shoulders. ]

Gonna take your ass just like this.

[ slowly, gently, keith rocks his hips forward, pressing his cock deeper, pushing into a tight column of muscle. careful, despite not needing to be because he's fucked shiro's throat before and his boy can take the added stretch of his ridges. but that's not the point of this exercise in gentle, shallow thrusts that are little more than his cock head popping in and out as shiro's throat will allow. keith murmurs throughout, controlled despite the breathiness of his voice. ]

Until you're ready for me.

[ shivering, keith nudges his hips cock fractionally deeper, moaning low and throaty as muscle squeezes around the first of his ridges. going against every instinct then, he pulls out completely, shivering as he looks down at his wet cock. breathing hard, he sits lower on shiro's chest, smearing a line of slick from ass down sternum as he moves. ]

[earthshine]

[ he already is keith’s. compelled by the truthfulness of that thought, shiro tries to say as much, but with a very full cock in his mouth, shiro manages little more than a shift of his lips and a garble that sounds more like a hum. filling every hole sounds nice, though. keith fucking him all over sounds nice, too. his mouth, his ass, his chest… where else can he fuck him? his thighs? angle just right so those ridges rub against his own cock through the thrust and then unload across his abs, leaving him sticky and marked? shiro wants to be covered with keith’s fluids, both his cum and his slick. bruises and hickeys are wanted, too. he’s still desire drunk on the idea of walking the prison grounds and everyone knowing who he belongs to.

to keith. because they love each other and because keith is going to figure out a way to defy the warden and the universe at large, in order to keep them together.

for having his mouth split wide around cock and for having keith speak such filthy things to him, the look in shiro’s eyes is soft. the adoring quality doesn’t fade even as keith adjusts the placement of his knees, hands squeezing at the bedframe.

gonna take your ass just like this.

he’s going to fuck his throat, isn’t he? guessing at it and then fully committing to it, shiro makes a conscious effort to relax, elongating the breath through his nose to prepare himself for the first rock forward. keith’s cock is a beast to deepthroat on a normal day. the ridges are unlike anything shiro has ever taken and here, with him laid back, it’s honestly daunting enough that shiro fears that he might actually choke. but keith is careful and keith is patient. he takes shiro’s throat in tiny movements, never quite overwhelming shiro’s throat to the point of convulsion.

after the first few pops in and out, it becomes almost relaxing to lie here and be used for keith’s pleasure. throughout, he stares up keith’s body to his face, watching the concentration and attentiveness being reflected back at him. it makes him shiver, that he is the sole focus of keith’s. that keith is this careful with him. odd, really, he’s more accustomed to egging keith on and assuring that he isn’t fragile, that he can take whatever he can dish out. maybe being cared for and loved isn’t as suffocating as he portrays it as; rich that the realization comes when his throat is lodged with a cock that’s pushing deeper.

the pressure relents soon enough and shiro makes a loud gasp as keith scoots back on his chest. wetness outlines the movement and then shiro is trying to breathe and groan at the same time. he sputters and grunts, hands tracing from keith’s ass to his quads, smoothing over to settle on his own chest. ]

Want you so bad. [ fingers slide through the mess, smearing it further along the line between his pecs. it’s not enough yet, not for keith to coat his own cock. ] Feel empty.

[ in his mouth, but down low, too. he’s never known what it feels like to be full, but it doesn’t matter, he’s intimately aware of how lacking it is when he flexes his ass, hole clenching around nothing. his next moan is a pitch higher, coming closer to a whine. he relaxes his shoulders and chest, grasping the sides of his pecs. tension drained, the muscles are more supple as he pushes them in toward one another, bunching them tight. he looks to keith for approval. ]

Good? Are you getting wetter?

[ and then he relaxes that push, opening up the space again to make room for keith to angle his cock. ]

[marmoron]

[ it takes keith a couple of breaths to settle after reuniting his cock with his boy's throat. the tight heat hadn't lasted long, but the aftershock of cold air only highlights the sheer perfection that this one guy embodies. heart racing but steadying, keith watches shiro's hands slide up along his chest, pecs firm yet plush and made even more inviting with the hands framing gorgeously sculpted muscle.

good? how is that even a fuckign question? are you geting wetter? this time, keith can't help huffing his bisbelief as he plants his knees into the mattress and angles his cock low, nudging the tip to the channel shiro's made for him. ]

Are either of those real questions?

[ teasing, yet when he holds eye contact, his expression is warm with affection. keith reaches up higher with his free hand, gently cupping shiro's face as he murmurs: ]

I get to make love to the most beautiful, incredible guy I've ever known and you're wondering if I'm turned on?

[ Technically not what shiro was asking, but it amounts to something similar. drawing a sraight line down from shiro's lips to his chest, fingers brush against the slick already spread across skin before pulling shiro's flesh hand away and replacing it with his own. ]

Touch and see for yourself.

[ breathingg out, keith adjusts his grip on shiro's chest as he rocks his hips slowly, groaning as his cock pushes and rolls along his boy's muscular frame. once again, the pace is deliberately slow, keith taking particular delight in mapping out the feel of muscle pressing up harder against each ridge. ]

Fuck, sometimes I don't think you realize that you're everything I've ever wanted, Shiro.

[earthshine]

[ hand goes lax and he allows keith to maneuver him, despite the shred of disappointment it leaves behind to give up control of forming that channel around keith’s cockhead. keith is quick to grasp that vacated pec, though, to which shiro flexes metal fingers to press closer, compensating for his halved control. there is another avenue to divert his attention to, of course, and soon enough, shiro takes keith’s invitation by scooting his hand along the path he took before: over thigh, over hip, around an ass cheek.

– you’re everything i’ve ever wanted, shiro.

fingers just beginning to curl around the curve of keith’s ass cheek, pads brushing just so inside the split, shiro pauses. partly. keith is rolling against him, slowly rocking shiro in tiny movements. he grasps at keith’s ass cheek to follow the thrusts of keith’s pelvis and – gosh, it takes a few moments longer for his brain to digest the words, because his eyes are drinking in the sight of keith’s cock moving between his pecs.

so that’s what it looks like when that cock is forcing shiro’s throat wider and rubbing those lovely ridges against tightly squeezed muscle. is that what it’s going to be like when that cock sinks inside his ass? it hasn’t happened yet, not with the slowness of keith’s movements and the bit of slick easing the way, but shiro suspects – and hopes – that his skin pinks up from the friction. that’s what he wants.

wants.
wants.
right.

a slow drag of his eyes has him meeting keith’s gaze and then he’s breathing out an awestruck: ]

Am I, really?

[ yes, they’ve been having mind blowing sex for awhile now and yes, keith loves him, but realized attraction and deep-seated affection are different than being the absolute accumulation of everything keith’s ever wanted. shiro hardly lets his own question sit. almost immediately, he’s rushing to tack on: ]

I want to be… even though you could have anyone. [ such as the shiro in keith’s reality. this shiro told him to go back to that shiro at one point; how stupid of him? if that shiro is anything like this shiro, then he can just as easily fall for keith. how can he not? this keith who waits for him, cares for him, is always there at his side no matter how many pieces of shiro chip away. keith is everything anyone could hope for in a partner, a lover, a mate. keith is – ]

You’re… fuck, you’re so wet.

[ curled fingers curl further and immediately find the filthy puddle accumulating at keith’s hole, slowly spilling over to drizzle between his cheeks. shiro follows the motion of keith’s body and presses index and middle to his hole, simply holding pressure without breaching as he sloshes through the mess. ]

You’re – just. No one is like you. I feel like I’m dreaming every time I’m with you.

[marmoron]

[ am i really? again, what kind of question is that? unconsciously, keith comes to a pause, though any hope of thinking clearly is wiped away by the insistent swirl of fingers around his ass. eyes flutter shut, lips parted as keith gasps through the flurry of sensation. but bracing for shiro to slip fingers inside doesn't go anywhere because his boy never does. instead, those fingers keep teasing, coaxing more slick to drip as his hole flutters. ]

Shiro....

[ the name comes out partly whined, but next beat keith swallows and gets a grip. shiro isn't in charge right now, meaning keith has to stay on track, and stay focused. gathering his wits about him, keith squeezes his handful of pec and rocks his hips harder like he's trying to fuck the doubt out of shiro's head. ]

I don't want anyone, I want you.

[ breathing going ragged, keith draws his hips back and thrusts again, forceful but slow to make sure shiro feels every ridge rub hard against his broad chest again and again as he mrmurs. ]

You're a dream. Being with you and getting to wake up tangled in your arms every morning makes me the happiest I've ever been. Just -- fuck Shiro, I can't even fathom where I'd be without you.

[earthshine]

[ fucking the doubt out of shiro’s head is, actually, not a crazy idea. shiro is, as always, of the opinion that keith is gorgeous, especially in this position of split thighs and rocking hips, a hard cock rutting over and over within the channel of squeezed pecs. shiro cranes his neck to watch that glistening cockhead peek in and out, each ridge dragging at his skin and making him moan. keith’s breathing words though, and helpless, shiro glances to that panting mouth. the reassurance is sweet and wonderful and everything shiro wants to hear; in the moment, he actually believes it, too. happiness swells inside him, expanding his chest and pushing it harder against that next thrust. ridges rub more and then he’s moaning again, spurring keith on to keep going, keep fucking him, keep talking…

keith indulges him on all fronts, still saying heartfelt confessions even as he continues to use shiro’s body for his own pleasure. shiro is only all too happy to provide and so, that steady pressure of circling fingers presses harder, fingertips peeling back the furled edge of keith’s rim. ]

Me too.

[ his face is at odds with his actions: soft-eyed and adoring, shiro looks relaxed, heart spun, and so hopelessly in love as he watches keith with all the patience in the world. his fingers, however, are not patient any longer. made slippery with the excess of slick pouring out of keith, it takes very little to slip two fingers inside, side by side up to those first bends. ]

Don’t even wanna think about what it’s like to be without you.

[ he knows to an extent. the memories formed during his year of captivity are hit and miss, often shrouded and often in pieces, but it doesn’t take fully formed memories to realize that it was absolute hell. now, not all of that is due to missing his best friend, of course, but there is a recurring theme that bad things happen when he is parted from keith: abduction, sendak taking him hostage, nearly dying on that lizard monster infested planet. keith watches his back. keith keeps him safe. keith is forever good to and for shiro.

nudging his fingers in deeper, shiro coos: ]

I love you.

[ suddenly, that isn’t good enough, though. those are three words that get tossed around so easily by everyone else, cheapening the meaning. they’re more than that. they mean more to each other than what anyone else can even begin to understand. ]

I love you more than I love you. [ he hears himself say it, wrinkling his nose at how it sounds. ] The words… – I feel more.

[ there’s a twinge of desperateness to his voice, trying to articulate himself even as his fingers slip deeper and his pec is squeezed harder. ]

I feel… – I feel like I can be whole with you.

[marmoron]

[ they're both more than a little entranced with the repetitive thrust and glide. though keith stays mostly determined to keep his eyes on his boyfriend's sweet face, every so often his gaze dips lower down and his head feels spun around and full of vertigo while watching the way his cock forces shiro's body to accomodate. from reddening skin to the jostle of muscle, keith can't help panting open-mouthed as he rolls his hand over pec, squeezinng, letting go only to squeeze that channel firmer again.

the thought that this is only a small taste of what taking shiro's ass will be like is overwhelming in its own right, something that keeps keith's cockhead drooling and smearing pre and his own ass absolutely dripping. the latter is only made worse by the sudden intrusion of fingers inside. already sensitive, keith moans, rhythm interrupted by an arching of his back. ]

Fuck....

[ murmured through grit teeth, keith's grip inadvertently turns bruising on shiro's pec. his boy never gives him a real shot at recovering though. the i love you comes right after, and fingers don't stop until his ass his firmly seated in the heel of shiro's hand. ]

Oh god, Shiro!

[ i love you more than i love you is an almost incomprehensible sentiment, but keith hears it like fucking poetry. he rocks forward, head empty of any real thoughts beyond wanting to love this perfect man more than he loves too, and moans as his rock back to impale himself on fingers sends a zip of electricity down multiple glands like a lightning rod.

resolve to focus on shiro's pleasure faltering as he rocks his hips back and forth, keith struggles to get his words out between increasingly pitched gasps and moans., ]

Shiro, I - fuck, Shiro U think I've loved you for so longm I don't know how to not love you?. It's just -- you're part of me, a-and I -- oh fuck, Shiro!

[ orgasm slams into keith with all the subtety of a brick wall.muscles going rigid, keith moans shiro's name like it's a debauched prayer, as his cock empties in heated spurts all over his boy's chest and throat. ]

[earthshine]

[ stunning. breathtaking. beautiful. radiant. captivating. the words pile in his head, so many high praises tangled together that his haze-filled brain can’t concentrate long enough to pinpoint which one to say. he’s mute. he’s useless. acting only as an awed spectator as keith ruts against him. so mesmerized by those pleasure-filled features and the way keith’s lips form around his name, shiro falters on his one job of rooting his fingers around inside keith. his boy remedies that, though. he rocks and he impales, fucking against those fingers as he fucks the tightly formed channel of his chest.

it hurts a bit. keith’s got a hard grip, one that might very well leave shiro with bruises in a short while. good. he wants a row of marks, perfectly shaped to keith’s fingertips. shiro’s only regret is that he isn’t right there with keith, tipping over the edge. the scent, the sound, the sight, the everything that encapsulates keith’s pleasure feeds right into shiro’s cock, making him twitch and thicken slowly, so he has a slight, recovered chub going, but he’s too far behind to catch keith.

perhaps that’s good, too. because shiro’s eyes are wide open and focused, albeit dazed by the magnitude of desire thickening the very air surrounding them. so he sees it all, when the face scrunches, the mouth opens, the body goes rigid, and the cock spurts shot after shot. there is no real preparing for it, though, and shiro lets out a soft, almost startled sound as a splash of warmth hits him right in his throat. the next sound is pleased and encouraging, shiro calling back keith’s name on a moan. pecs painted – again – and slickness pooling in the hollow of his throat now, shiro lets go of his pec to touch keith’s hip instead.

last time, he smeared the cum around – his chest, his belly – but this time, he leaves it just as it is. this is how keith’s marked him. this is how he wants it. ]

Love watching you feel good.

[ love hearing every word from keith’s mouth, too. he’s loved him so long that he doesn’t know how not to love him? shiro is part of him? if shiro had the capability to, he’d surely be purring just as keith often does. ]

This feels good, too. [ he arches his back just so, flexing his chest to bring attention to what he means. ] You’ve covered me twice now. [ which he has zero complaints about, except – ] Your next load needs to be inside me.

[ … needs? that almost sounds like a demand. something about that rings odd to shiro, although it is true. keith does need to fill him, but only if and when he chooses to…? relaxing back into the bedding, shiro goes soft and submissive, voice honeying to a more coaxing, pleading pitch. ]

Please, sir. It aches. Take care of me, please? I think you’re wet enough for it now.

[ and finally, he gets some movement back into those fingers, swirling them around to make the excess of wetness quietly squelch. ]

[marmoron]

[ seconds tick by in what feels like a pocket dimension of glowing warmth and bliss scattered about to the winds, keith himself entiely at peace throughout the duration of his cock throbbing. and spilling. shiro isn't though, and it's that stray piece of displeasure for that fact that yanks keith back into the present with some slow blinks and a belated oh when he realizes how tightly he's gripping shiro's chest.

letting go at once, keith's brow furrows as he examines the line of crescent moon shadows on shiro's skin, though he's sluggish in formulating an actual apology. shiro starts speaking -- ordering, pleading, sir?! -- and the full range of emotion on display makes keith's chest feel squeezed tight. if he's running out of space for feelings about shiro now]

Okay, baby. You just made me feel too good, I couldn't help it. We're gonna focus on you now and everything you want.

[ with another reassuring smooch, keith swipes his fingers through the slick on shiro's throat and pushes up to scoot and settle between shiro's legs. ]

Heh. [ bending low, he gives shiro's waking cock a greeting kiss at the tip before giving shiro's thighs an encouraging squeeze. ] Sorry to keep you waiting.

[ ...is he talking to shiro's dick now? yes, yes he is, and keith is far too gone to realize just how insane that is. ]

Lift up so I can see your ass, big guy. I'll make it stop aching.

[earthshine]

[ the play of keith’s fingers tickles his throat, but shiro merely bares it more, half expecting those slick fingers to wander high and feed him directly. luckily, he doesn’t get so far as to preemptively open his mouth and stick his tongue out in offer. those fingers take their snatched up cum lower and shiro tries not to be disappointed. turns out, it doesn’t take much effort. breath at his tip and then lips at his tip, kissing it in sweet hello. shiro sighs happily, head lolling on the pillow as his lashes fan low, far too enamored with the boy between his legs to snicker or tease about the apology.

sorry? felt too good? focusing now on what shiro wants? that’s an easy answer; shiro can narrow that down quick. ]

Want you.

[ breathy and low, shiro smiles lazily with each word. shiro wants keith above him, in him, but first, a little more patience is required, because those slick fingers are somewhere and to get them where shiro needs them, then he just has to… –

for being such a large, solidly built man, with thick arms, thick thighs, thick torso, thick everything, he’s surprisingly limber. he has nothing on keith, of course, but he adopts a position similar to before by hitching his legs up and gripping himself at his hamstrings. this time, however, he’s far more purposeful in the spread of his knees, angling them out for a lift and spread that is unapologetic in its lewdness.

folding back on himself adds pressure to his belly, which works up to have his breath pitching and panting. still, he keeps position and blinks slow through the v of his legs, once again hoping that he’s altogether pleasing to keith. ]

[marmoron]

[ calling the view pleasing is the understatement of the century. lewd as it is, it's impossible to find any fault with how shiro presents himself. gorgeous, powerful and brave beyond measure -- that's who his boyfriend is, and keith can barely get it together enough to inch forward, his hips pressed to shiro's spread thighs, eyes landing squarely on the untouched prize between his legs.

fuck. he just cliamxed, but his dick throbs again just thinking about the enormity and depth of confidence that shiro must have in him to offer himself up this way.shiro, who's never liked scrutiny or vulnerability, just lying here, naked and spread for keith to admire. is it strange to be feeling proud?

the novelty of it isn't lost on keith, but trading roles seems to be the theme of the night. love, pride and sirs, everything is coming together like a perfect circle. or perhaps it's more akin to short-circuiting because that's a little like what's going on in keith's head. he can't decide what to say or where to touch, or even where to look. ]

Heh.

[ he laughs, desperately pretending not to be caught in some endless loop of choice paralysis before finally dragging his cum slicked fingers down over shiro's balls to paint his virgin hole in cum. ]

Fuck. You've been so patient, baby. So brave, too.

[ huffing, equal parts aroused and pleased, keith pauses in the middle of tracing round and round to look towards shiro's face. ]

So tell me. Would you like to take my fingers or my tongue first?

[earthshine]

[ so patient? yes. trying at least. the wet circling of those slick fingers is certainly testing that virtue, however. his own fingers clutch harder at his thighs, stemming the tremble that threatens to give way to a squirm. what about that so brave, though? shiro lacks the capacity to think beyond a shallow interpretation – besides, now is not the time for deep reflection – but brave makes him blink slow in comprehension, thinking that he’s being granted far too much credit. what is there to be brave about here? he’s giving himself to keith. keith, who has protected him and taken care of him time after time, cherishing him beyond measure. this trust is easy, because keith makes it easy.

shiro doesn’t argue, though, mostly due to the needy sound that works up his throat instead. the circling has come to a pause and while the sensation of having his asshole played with is, at the base level, odd, he realizes how much he wants it when the feeling stops.

but now it’s shiro who has choice paralysis, because keith is dangling prospects and shiro… gosh, how is he meant to choose? it’s surprising in a way, that keith is even offering his tongue. at the amusement park, when shiro revealed he liked using his, keith had come off awkward and nervous, admitting that he’d never pictured shiro as being into that. it wasn’t some major fix for them to be on the same page again shortly after that but nonetheless, turns out shiro is doing the same thing keith did: assuming. keith said he liked rimming; at the time, shiro figured keith meant he liked receiving, but maybe keith has given his own fair share? after all, keith was more accustomed to topping before… well, shiro. or anonymous, rather.

he’s wandering off topic. refocusing, shiro revisits the actual question being presented and – ]

Fingers. [ surprised? the thought of keith burying his pretty lips between the spread of his thighs and dipping in to taste shiro is a tempting thought. he wants it, especially if keith wants it, but he’s also empty and throbbing and stir crazy from the amount of foreplay. mostly, he’s wanting for something far bigger than keith’s tongue, which requires a quick prep of two, three fingers. ]

You’ll tease me too much with your tongue.

[marmoron]

[ with the slow, gentle way things are going? of course keith anticipates that shiro will pick tongue, and it's almost funny just how ready keith is for that because he's never done that for anyone before. in fact, if he lets rational thought catch up to the feather-light joy spinning inside his head, then the prospect might actually become more daunting. there's a lot that keith's learned about getting people off, but using his mouth on that particular spot is kind of obscene, isn't it?

and yet, none of that matters because shiro matters. the man he's in love with deserves every kind, loving gesture the universe has to offer, and keith can't wait to give it to him. but shiro surprises him, throwing keith off his mental script on how to give shiro the best tonguing of his life. stupidly, he blurts: ]

Huh?

[ fingers. keith glances down, like he's seeing his cum-slicked fingers still poised around shiro's rim like he's seeing them for the first time. realizing a beat later that this has to look ridiculous, keith flushes warmly and laughs. even more ridiculous is the fact it's hard to stop laughing once it starts, even as he positions his thumb and index around the tight ring of muscle to gently tease shiro open. ]

Even after I promise to take care of you in exactly the way you want, you still think I'd tease you mercilessly, huh?

[ the question is fond, even through the obvious teasing. keith shifts, leaning forward to drop a kiss at the cleft of cheeks before lifting up onto his thighs, free hand reaching to scoop up a wet line of slick trickling between his legs. ]

Should I be miffed or just overjoyed that you know me so well?

[ or perhaps a bit of both? still grinning way too broadly for the idea of any real offense to be taken seriously, keith gives shiro's waiting hole a playful tap with his slicked fingers. watching the delicate flutter of it only intensifies the desire to put his lips there to placate with a silencing kiss though, which he said he wouldn't do for now, so....

lifting his gaze to look directly at shiro's face, keith smiles a little softer. ]

I love you.

[ and it's almost funny again to think about how different things had been for him. in his mind's eye, keith can see the moment he'd turned his ass towards a hole in a balsawood door for a stranger to finger his body nice and open. control had been the predominant focus in his mind. wanting control, wanting to be the final say in how he experienced sex in this particular way.

on the other side of that door, shiro can't have been looking at his ass and thinking i love you. heh, shiro was probably just thinking about getting off, if anything. he could ask now, he supposes, but the specifics of that first time they'd unknowingly had sex with each other doesn't really matter.

one way or another, they're here now. choosing to grow with each other and expand on the kind of intimacy the want to share, but all the same keith hopes shiro isn't worried about control now as he gently, gingerly pushes his index inside.

careful and slow, keith keeps his eyes on his boyfriend's face, watching for any signs of discomfort as he slips in deeper to the first knuckle, then to the second. no rush, of course, even though the renewed throb of his cock makes patience an elusive quality. as shiro relaxes, keith finally lets his gaze drop down to the thoroughly arousing sight of his finger penetrating. with an approving huff, keith feeds the last bit of his index inside. ]

Baby, you're so tight.

[ it's stating the obvious, but thoroughly absorbed with the enormity of what they're doing, keith forgets to keep his more inane observations to himself. biting his lower lip, he begins experimentally pushing his finger in and out, nice and slow, and of course.. searching to make himself known to a friendly gland.

[earthshine]

[ no, not think. know. keith self corrects in the next breath and that’s just as well, because shiro is tongue-tied and absent-brained, momentarily struck mute. a hum for the first, a huff for the second, shiro wriggles with the tap at his hole, caught between wanting tp push closer and pull further. he wants keith inside him, he knows he does, but filthy words are easier to say when he isn’t on the cusp of being penetrated for the first time. dozens and dozens of times, that’s how often their positions have been reversed. he’s kneeled between keith’s spread legs just like this, circling and circling his hole, teasing just as he’s warned keith not to do. so he knows this part. he knows the care in the push and the slowness of the sink; the body will open and muscle will relax… it just needs time. patience.

does keith have that? yes. shiro’s drilled into his head the value of patience for years. not for this, of course, but… – hell, that’s kind of funny, isn’t it?

i love you.

there it is. there’s the key phrase to draw shiro out of his head and out of those clouded, oversaturated thoughts. thoughts that remain perfumed, so anxiety never strikes anyway. nonetheless, any leftover tension melts right out of him as he smiles in a dazzled burst of sweetness. here, the need to shower this boy with affection overrides all else, even shiro’s slowed speech. ]

I love you, too.

[ a touch slurred due to being overwhelmed with feeling, both in the heart and in the connection of keith’s finger against him, shiro holds keith’s gaze as best he can for three, two, one – and there, his eyelashes flutter before his eyelids fall shut. it’s a brief surrender, one that breaks in the next beat as he cracks his eyes open. he can’t completely dissociate with the thought that it’s odd to have pressure there and to have something sliding inside of him, but…

keith is inside of him. only one finger, but it’s a start and gosh, what a promising start it is. discomfort never quite takes, so aside from a slight wrinkle to his brow that is born more of curiosity, his expression stays rather relaxed. that is, up until keith’s bottom knuckle butts and his finger curls. ]

Sorry. I’m trying to – o-oh. [ excuse him for becoming even tighter. keith finds his mark and shiro involuntarily clamps down on him, body lighting up with pleasure. a stuttered breath later and then a gulping lungful to recalibrate, shiro blinks hard to chase away the fuzziness at the edges of his vision. ]

God damn, Keith. You found that fast.

[ head lolling on the pillow, he grins with lazy contentment. ]

So that’s what that feels like, heh. [ with plenty of experience under his belt, he knew it’d feel nice. it would have to. but being on the other side of this has not fully prepared him. not that he wants to give himself any time to process now, either. ] Hit it again?

[marmoron]

[ being played with this way for the first time is unusual. quite literally invasive, even. as much as keith's ability to think clearly is actively being ground to dust, he tries to hold on to at least that thought. it's shiro's first time, and keith doesn't want him to look back on this moment with complicated arousal and shame the way keith had felt for a little while after losing his virginity to an anonymous dick through a door.

keeping the motion of his finger slow, steady and predictable for shiro to adjust accordingly, keith huffs -- well, half moans more like, as his boyfriend spasms and flutters around his index. seemingly all the heat in his body goes straight to his cock as a fresh wave of dizzy, feverish euphoria bashes him upside the head with the thrill of giving shiro pleasure this way. ]

Heh. I had a good teacher.

[ it's meant to be a joke, but there's a huskier note to his voice as he purposely brushes the pad his finger against the smooth gland, rubbing from side to side, before pressing it hard to watch his boy clench around. ]

You make me feel like this.

[ way more than that, maybe? ever since that fucking drug trial, keith's been an absolute mess in ways that shiro's simply accepted and aken in stride. expression growing warmer, keith shifts his hand, reaching higher to grab his boy's cock at the base. ]

Your fingers, your cock. They make me feel amazing, Shiro. Getting to show you how good you make me feel is amazing too.

[ giving shiro's cock a squeeze, keith presses a second finger to the rim and very slowly pushes in, again slowly and carefully, giving shiro ample time to relax as fingers sink in deeper. all the while, he gives shiro's cock reassuring squeezes and strokes. ]

DO you like it when I touch your cock too? Or do you wanna see if you can cum untouched?

[earthshine]

[ a good teacher; ah hell. if keith is drawing inspiration from every flick and press of shiro's fingers inside him, then that means… yup, he is going to be a merciless little shit. back and forth keith's finger brushes, only to press hard. shiro's soles curl and curve into pointed toes as his thighs try to clench in. it's shiro's hands the prevent them from slapping shut, the muscles of his thighs and his arms standing out for one, two beats as that burst of pleasure fills his whole body with tension. it feels good, but it continues to be an oddity in how his body perceives it. pleasure there is so different than anything he's felt before that although his body is quickly becoming a glutton for it, it's a confused sort of acceptance.

he makes keith feel amazing? both when he's leading and when he's spread out like this? forget having his prostate affectionately harassed, hearing that approval is undoing in itself. okay, no, there is no "forgetting" that finger inside him, but he swells with pride and glee, hitting cloud nine. good. he wants keith to feel amazing, because keith is amazing and certainly makes shiro feel amazing, too.

like now. now there's a palm at his dick and a second finger testing the give of his rim. the clench comes involuntarily, to which shiro tries to forcibly relax by consciously extending the pace of his next breath. in slow and out slow, he completes a cycle, only to stutter on the next one as that finger begins to sink. the stretch is more profound this time and while it continues to be pain free, there is more of a discomfort than the first. keith is careful, though. patient. just as shiro knew he would be. that certainty is adoring and shiro is free with it here, as he blinks a smitten, utterly besotted look at keith. a stroke later and shiro is moaning now, voice pitched low. ]

I love you touching my cock.

[ he's flushed rosy at the tip, engorged and hard from the amount of attention keith's been showering him with. keith stroking him off in time to his fingers fucking him would be… so good and if shiro weren't so predictably himself, he may have chosen that. but instead, he zeroes in on that implied challenge and seals his own fate. ]

But let's see what you can make my body do.

[ not one to be a complete bystander, though, shiro punctuates his goading by shifting his hips, angling for a press that fucks himself on those fingers. he gets himself to moan from it, that pleasure-tinted fullness making him shiver and strain for more. but he lets go of one of his thighs instead, letting it rest on the bed. he reaches for keith's hand then, plucking it off his cock to companderie a handhold, fingers laced and palms resting over his hipbone. ]

[marmoron]

[ the question was never intended as a challenge. in the end, keith himself isn't sure he would have cum untouched that first time. perhaps he could have if he had an adoring boyfriend guiding him through the experience rather than the sterile view of the seat of a chair, but that's not the point. keith wants shiro to relax and without any unreasonable expectations hanging over his head over how this form of intimacy between them will go.

in retrospect. keith isn't sure why he ever thought shiro wouldn't see the challenge in the question. but his boyfriend takes that another step forward, huh? with his hand taken captive, and the challenge now thrown squarely back in his face, keith slows, blinks, and then laughs as he recovers. ]

Okay.

[ is it a capitulation? not exactly. not in full. still at that careful, slow pace, he spreads his fingers, testing the stretch of shiro's rim as he resumes prepping and sneaking in a harder press or two at his prostate as his fingers move. ]

But you know it'll feel even better if I touch your cock while I fuck you, babe.
I wanna give you the best orgasm you've ever had. So.

[ -- so. keith squeezes shiro's hand before pulling it free to re-establish a firm grip on his flushed cock. ]

As sir for today, I"m gonna have to veto that.

[ and veto he does, giving shiro a slow upstroke as he gently adds a third finger to intensify the stretch and fill. three fingers aren't as girthy as a cock, but still more substantial than two, but keith hopes to ease the discomfort of it with teasing half-strokes up-down shiro's shaft. careful, and steady, keith furrows his brow , concentrating and watching for cues to ease off until finally with three spread fingers fully seated, he allows himself the single luxury of shifting until his hard cock presses up against the cleft of shiro's cheeks and groans low with approaval . ]

Fuck, just look at you.

companderie... wtf. I meant commandeer. this is why I shouldn't tag on my phone

[earthshine]

[ what an absolute tease! enticing shiro's ever present weakness for a good challenge, getting him to agree, and then deciding nah? if shiro's prostate wasn't currently being bullied as his rim is being meticulously widened with splitting fingers, he would have fought more than the pathetically pitched whine that slips free. breath is further denied to him as keith wriggles away to get his hand back on his cock and soon, with that first stroke, he moans, again too high pitched to be anything other than embarrassing.

he's almost glad for the discomfort of that third finger, because it cuts off the laboring of his panting, at least for a few seconds as he reflexively holds his breath and braces. realizing that this is the opposite of what he should be doing, he exhales heavily and redraws, using his breath to forcibly relax the rest of his body. at least, the best he can. tension continues to hold despite his best efforts and it isn't until keith's gotten a few more strokes in that some of that uncomfortably full feeling begins to ebb. it's then that he finally processes what keith said.

sir? right. keith is sir.

being the good boy that he is, shiro immediately plays into that. ]

Difficult to, sir.

[ look at himself. he can – if he beats the fluttering of his lashes and the rolling back of his eyes – look down the length of his body, to eye the contrast between keith's pale skin and the rosiness of his cock peeking between those fingers. he can even follow the motion of keith's other arm as his hand works between his cheeks. other than that, though? shiro has no concrete idea of what the fuck his face is doing, other than it likely being utterly embarrassing. ]

I'll have to take your word for it.

[ not that keith actually said he was gorgeous or approving or anything of the like. it's there in the huskiness of his voice, though, as well in the heaviness of his gaze. keith likes what he sees. gaining keith's approval isn't a new phenomenon in the least, but it's especially potent right now and so, shiro is unfiltered and perhaps, too hasty in his need for it. is he ready to take keith's cock? maybe, maybe not. there's a tightness to him that remains, but either way, he rolls his ass against keith's cock, moan wanton and inviting. ]

Describe what I look like while you put that pretty cock inside me?

[marmoron]

[ better judgment would dictate that his gorgeous boyfriend needs more time. another finger, maybe, just to stretch and relax him in further preparation to better take his cock. keith thinks it, knows it, only for that thought to disintegrate as shiro rolls his ass along his cock.

patience yields focus is, and always will be, a ridiculous mantra to be repeating in a sexual context, but keith doesn't even get that far. he moans, his overly patient dick all too eager to spill pre from just that singular roll of wonderful friction over the ridged shaft. embarrassing? in part, but not quite as embarrassing as the immediate glance down at shiro's puckered hole stretched around split fingers, mouth open to start describing.

fuck. didn't he assert that he's sir right now? grunting, keith retaliates by massaging shiro's prostate in unspoken reclamation of dominance before self-indulgently dragging his fingers out, nice and slow to watch the brief gape of shiro's rim. ]

You do this to me all the time, but you've never given me a play-by-play on how I look while you take me.

[ the reproach is playful, teasing as keith brings those same fingers that had just been inside shiro up to his own ass to gather slick to smear on his cock. eyes deliberately kept on shiro's face as he spreads it over his cock head and down to the base, he grins. ]

I'm starting to think I'm not demanding enough.

[ but even if keith may be learning that there's still so much more he could be asking, he doesn't falter on giving. flashing shiro a grin before angling his cock head to shiro's rim, he bumps his hips experimentally to pressure the tight muscle but not penetrate. not yet. ]

Heh. Even though I just had three fingers inside you and I know you can take my cock, it just looks like it shouldn't fit.

[ pink and tightly puckered, keith gives shiro's hole an affectionate brush with his fingers before shifting to grab shiro's dick instead. ]

So you're gonna be a good boy and breathe for me to prove me wrong.

[ he pumps slow, timing the up-stroke with a more intentioned push forward of his hips, pushing until the ring of muscle opens up to encircle his cock head. the tight heat of shiro's body is overwhelming instantly, making keith breathe out a fuck under his breath, cock trying to twitch against a tight channel with little give. ]

Shit, just the tip and you feel amazing already, what the hell.

[ no actual surprises here, and yet keith feels delirious as he gently coaxes more of his cock inside with tiny, minute pulses of his hips. like taking one step back and two steps forward, keith is careful, slow, and talks between heavy breaths. ]

You're absolutely incredible.... how are you actually real?

[ he huffs, fighting for steadier breath once he feeds the whole of his cock head inside. he doesn't dare going any deeper just yet, not when: ]

You doing okay, baby? Tell me when you want more cuz you're gonna be feeling a ridge soon.

[earthshine]

[ the reason shiro hasn’t given keith an in-depth play by play comes down to one reason and one reason alone: shiro lacks the vocabulary to do it justice. there simply aren’t words for how breathtaking keith is in that first moment, when his hole splits and gaps and swallows around the widest part of shiro’s cockhead. skin flushed so prettily pink and eyes so love-drunk that shiro wants to freeze time to that exact nanosecond, keith is stunning in that moment and every moment that follows. his boyfriend is enchanting, no other word for it, and even that falls short. so yes, keith’s right, he hasn’t been demanding enough, because shiro so often does nothing beyond breathing hard through the breach, to then bask in keith’s beauty, savoring every hitched breath, fluttered lash, and tooth dug imprint in keith’s lower lip.

shiro only hopes he showcases something similarly worthy of cataloging.

keith tells him to breathe through it and shiro almost stumbles into a laugh instead. he’s good at breathing. or at least, he is when he’s the one lining up. here, tension creeps into his lower back and railroads up his spine despite keith’s best efforts to distract him through generous strokes. he trusts keith beyond measure. the easiest way to put it is that he trusts keith with his life. it’s more than his body and the blood in his veins, though. he trusts keith with the very makings of his soul. keith will take care of him. keith has always taken care of him, even when shiro has made it as frustratingly difficult as possible.

you're absolutely incredible… how are you actually real?

ridiculous. that should be shiro’s line. it would be, if he weren’t laden with the pleasure-pain of having his hole wedged open. no amount of prep is sufficient enough to truly prepare for having something very solid pushed inside, but his body isn’t so damaged afterall. it makes room for keith’s cockhead, sealing tight and warm around him. the tremble keeps, giving into an occasional clench as his body works through this new weight inside. this new weight that is now pausing.

tell me –.
hm?
– feeling a ridge soon.

he hears him in bits and pieces, the buzzing in his ears working to his brain and reducing him to a mess of barely coherent perceptions. overwrought with a deep-seated fascination that keith is inside him, the discomfort becomes secondary. so forgive him as he mumbles a nonsense: ]

Love you.

[ it has nothing to do with being okay or ridges or expected cues. ]

Love your cock.

[ at least that is somewhat related. he turns his head to one side and then the other, huffing, then giving way to panting as he tries to focus heavily curtained eyes. ]

I – [ a swallow, throat tight and dry. ] … I’m ready. [ he’s again jumping the gun, doing his very best to cancel out every moment he’s preached about patience. ] Gimme that ridge.

[marmoron]

[ it'd be easy to tease shiro right now. love you is many things, but not an answer to the question. the problem is that it's on account of being so many other things that keith goes entirely soft around the eyes, heart flutter-stopping so fervently he swears shiro might as well have that in a vice, too.

love you, love your cock. the words play on a gentle loop in his fogged-up head, making him gasp for breath every time shiro so much as clenches around his cock head. how the hell is he meant to not cum on the spot? fuck. keith doesn't actually have an answer to that, but some burgeoning alarm about the possibility makes him quickly let go of his own dick in favor of gripping shiro's thigh as he continues stroking off his boyfriend.

breathe. it's what keith told shiro to do, but starts counting in threes to force some deeper breaths for himself. he doesn't want to shake apart just yet, he wants: ]

I love you too, Shiro...

[ Swallowing hard, keith twists slightly to kiss the side of shiro's raised knee before carefully feeding more of his cock inside. eyes watching the widening stretch of shiro's hole, he pauses just as the first ridge bumps against the tight opening. ]

I want you to feel that as I put it in.

[ there's little taper to the raised ridge, and as gentle as keith tries to be through the initial resistance, the added demand is one he can feel in the way shiro fights to keep himself relaxed. biting down on his lower lip, keith continues to pump shiro's cock, cooing softly: ]

Gosh, I love feeling how you open up for me.

[ until more of his cock slips inside, making keith moan, eyes fluttering shut through the zip of electricity down his spine. opening his eyes only makes keith goran more as he gets a look at shiro voiced around a third of his dick. ]

I can't believe how perfect you are.

[ gaze lifting to find shiro's face, keith offers. a moony smile. ]

Inside and out. Think you can take the rest?

[earthshine]

[ how can a simple kiss to his knee have his stomach flip so dramatically? perhaps it has something to do with there also being a cock working him open. continually conscious that he needs to keep breathing, he forces himself out of that unintentional breath hold as the first raised edge of keith’s cock touches. inhale, exhale, in, out, repeat, repeat – i want you to feel that as i put it in. shiro bobbles his head as some sort of answer. in his mind, it’s required, because keith wants him to feel a certain thing and shiro is immediately devoted to ensuring that he does just that. yes, he’ll feel it. yes, he currently feels it. he feels utterly adored by this boy, both humbled and shaken to the core that he’s gotten this lucky.

– love feeling how you open up for me.

he moans, low and lovely, body tight on indecision on whether to stay still or rock into that hand and into that cock. temptation simmers but he maintains his good boy cooperation by keeping still as he focuses more heavily on his breath. the ridge slips in, easier than shiro anticipated. it’s still a lot. it’s not just the gaping of his rim, but the forced split of his insides that extends and extends as keith’s hips keep pushing. for one, panicked moment, shiro thinks wait and then his lips are starting to form around it, the breath in his lungs holding for the verbal exhale…

but then the moment lapses. that uncomfortable, too-full feeling persists, but he reminds himself that this is keith. that this is keith’s cock inside him. there is nothing about that that shiro wants to call wait to. keith continues to shower him with softly cooed words, that work him over and have him mewling just as softly. don’t be fooled by the crease to his brow or the tight pinch of his teeth digging into his lip; he wants this. he wants all of it.

think you can take the rest?

he’s bobbling his head again, requiring no moment to think about it. lip released, he breathes shallow and loud, voice so close to a whimper that he’d be embarrassed if he had the mind for it. ]

Know I can. [ keith’s got one thigh, but the other is free to hug keith’s hip and throw his calf behind. ] Wanna please you, wanna make you proud…

[ his hands are on keith next. first touching his shoulders and next skimming over them to map out their curves before gripping with an incessant tug. ]

Com’ere. Ready for you. Ready to be made yours.

[marmoron]

[ fuck. neither of them have the brain capacity to utter anything remotely poetic, but that's how every utterance out of shiro's mouth sounds in keith's ears. ready, waiting, devastatingly beautiful taking his first and only cock -- keith growls something bordering feral in his possessiveness as his sluggish mind tries to take it all in and memorize every fine detail.

eyes still drawn to the tight grip around his cock where they're connected, keith takes a deep centering breath, not even thinking as he feeds more of his cock into shiro's tight hole. but even with all the coated slick helping to ease it in, every extra inch gained and every added ridge taken meets resistance. breathing hard, keith allows himself to be pulled down lower, closer to his boyfriend, his line of sight shifted up to hold shiro's gorgeous, open-mouthed face.

it's only then that a sliver of lucidity comes back to keith. the strain in shiro's face as he alternates between groaning and mangling his lower lip almost makes keith falter entirely. being the source of shiro's discomfort is a position that keith never wants to be in.

but stopping here, stopping now isn't what either of them want at all.

wanna make you proud. it's one of those desires that has become so central in keith's life that it's forever warped his entire axis of being. shiro and pride go hand in hand, but there's a distinct directionality. keith makes shiro proud, shiro makes keith proud simply by existing and having the courage to keep fighting.

as strange as it is, voltron is a long time ago. the pride keith felt in watching his best friend expertly take command is a memory that's gathering dust. likewise, the days of winning shiro's pride with his piloting skills are behind them, huh? except, that desire's never completely left and much to keith's embarrassment, shiro had dragged that earnest desire right out of his soul by fucking him. keith still doesn't know how to feel about it, except even now when the sentiment is mirrored back at him to digest, it goes straight to his cock as he drives the rest of his lenghth in a slow, unbroken thrust as he pumps shiro's cock. ]

You make me so proud. I don't know how I haven't fucking combusted from it yet, baby.

[ he moans, warbles really, as his cock is fully seated. hips pressed flush to ass, keith groans as he gives his hips an experimental but shallow buck. ]

Fuck, you're everything, Shiro. You're so fucking good, you're taking it so well, how could I ever not be proud of you?