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[ 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?

[ 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?

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

[ 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?

[ 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.

[ 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.

[ 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?

[ 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.

[ 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?

[ shiro should not be listened to. neither should he be indulged with the way his hands grasp and pull at keith, leg locked in a greedy hook. see, the thing is... it's his first dicking. more than that, it's his first dicking with a ridged dick. go big or go home, right? heh. it's a lot. it's quite possibly too much. tapering from one ridge to the next, shiro is given the briefest of reprives but then there's another bump that catches, hesitates, but ultimately bullies through the spasming of his too stretched hole. it is painful to a degree, but the overly tight clench of a body that can't help holding some resistance to what is being done to him, is an afterthought of care when he has keith looking so… so…

fucked.

truthfully, as they can both see, shiro is the one being thoroughly fucked right now. even so, it's those eyes that strengthen shiro's resolve to endure and his stubbornness to take. keith's focus is – kind of hot. really hot. turn this boy loose on any challenge and he'll buckle down with laser-focus, and yeah, even that gets shiro's stomach to flip sometimes. but this…

keith really enjoys watching shiro's body swallow his dick, huh?

shiro's eyes roll as he arches his neck, digging his head back into the pillow as he groans and shifts his hips with a tiny buck. keith's still stroking, still milking him to distraction, and it's good, of course it's good, ever softening that sharp feeling of too-full. keith's showering him with compliments and praise again, all of which turn shiro inside out with bright, tingling feeling. as always though, there's a hitch. a catch. a moment in which shiro can't help the spiral of his thoughts. and so, there for a moment and gone the next, he finds answers to that rhetorical question.

failed kerberos. unintentional abandonment. mandated murder. the resistance toward this keith, that's only now dissipated with the honesty of shiro's i love you. shiro has failed keith many times. there are many reasons not to be proud of him. ]

Don't wanna think about it.

[ it comes out in a mumble, his eyes open now and head shaking. ]

Only wanna think about us being happy.

[ together. as they should be. as they will be…? when keith defies the universe as he so often does, in order to keep them in the same reality. ]

You do that.

[ half formed sentiment that it is, some part of shiro realizes that it doesn't quite make sense, so he tries again. ]

You make me so… [ words fail him momentarily, mentally grasping for something more profound to say. but he exhales instead, voice shaky with emotion. ] – so fucking happy. [ his fingers pinch harder at keith's shoulders and then he's getting his other leg around keith, briefly tightening despite keith already flush against him and buried as deep as he can go. ] So fuck me. [ he's ready, he's ready, he's ready. ] Please, fuck me.

[ don't want to think about it? mind clouded with a thick fog of adoration, keith fails to comprehend where shiro is coming from. shiro is the brightest star in the universe, and keith's conviction on that front may as well make it a law of the universe that has all the gravitas of the laws of thermodynamics. no matter what adversity gets in shiro's way, his boyfriend is stronger than anything -- anyone. he endures, he survives, and he fights back with everything to defy the odds.

needless to say, feeling proud of shiro doesn't adequately describe what keith feels. it's too small of a word, as laughable as calling an imploding supernova a disaster, or the universe vast. there's no sense of scale, no suggestion of how fundamentally altered keith's entire existence is simply for having shiro in his life.

but a more fitting word never comes to him. heh, rarely does, really. no shot in hell that being inside shiro would suddenly grant him a silver tongue. it doesn't matter anyway, shiro's moved on and found his next devastating bullseyes.

you make me so fucking happy.

a vice momentarily locks around Keith's throat and chest, makign breathing hard for several beats. he refuses to get misty-eyed over this, because deep down he knows this has been true for a long time, but hearing it said plainly, without complication or stipulation is heart-stopping.

so fuck me.

fuck keith laughs breathlessly, helplessly -- and kisses shiro's lips. ]

Babe, that's not fair...

[ how is keith meant to have the wilpower to remember self-restraint when his boyfriend pleads like this? case in point, he pushes himself up a little higher, in total dedicated obedience to get some leverage. ]

I wanna make you happy now and happy later when we're done.

[ and presumably that later happiness would involve an ass that isn't sore? but perhaps old self-sabotaging habits die hard because even as keith says it, he moves his hips, rocking shallow and slow first. lashes flutter as keith groans as his cock moves through the vice of shiro's body, pulling out first to one ridge, then more and more, eyes rolling each time shiro's tight rim protests and catches on the alien bits of his cock. ]

Making you happy makes me feel so fucking alive, Shiro. So -- don't you dare hold back. I wanna know how incredible you feel coming apart on my cock.

[ sliding his hand down to the base of shiro's cock, keith times the stroke to a hard fuck that fully ensheathes him, and doesn't stop there. lost in the idea of making shiro cum repeatedly, keith keeps snapping his hips and keeps that circle of pressure around shiro's cock. ]

[ shoulders move under his hands, one then the other as keith pushes himself up. shiro watches him rise, awed and utterly fascinated by how such a simple shift has him feeling smaller. he's not, of course. he outclasses keith in weight and width, the sheer mass of his body as hefty as it is intimidating, but here, with keith poised above him, he feels – small? fragile? no. precious and protected, so thoroughly caught and kept. that's all he wants, really; to be claimed as keith's and never set free.

good boy, is the thought that comes next. there's a lingering protest between them but it's lost all strength. no more waiting, no more patience – just the two of them together as keith rolls his hips.

of course that isn't entirely true, because the pace starts slow and careful. it's good, though. enough and everything in the moment, the drag of one ridge, then two, then so on and so forth, is so mind-fucking unbelievable in intensity that shiro whines, trembling all the way to twitching toes.

keith tells him not to hold back and it's the first time shiro considers defying him. the very idea of not being dubbed good boy, too, physically churns his stomach, some deep-ingrained need to meet every command from this boy so strong that shiro doesn't even know how to deny him anymore. and yet, for one, barely conscious thought, he wants to, because now he has all the patience in the world. keith is inside him, fucking him through the last bit of pressure and making him melt into the sheets; coming apart on his dick leads to an end that has keith slipping out. it's inevitable, he knows, but if he can make this last… ]

But –

[ his breath hitches high, the sharp inhale silencing the rest of a protest he's not allowed to have. ]

You feel so good inside.

[ the tone doesn't match the words; he sounds almost mournful. so good, too good, it only means he's not going to last, not with those ridges continually stroking through him, keeping him wide. keith's hand is on him too, which isn't even fair. even as he thinks this and squirms with overwhelming sensation, he can't bring himself to let go of keith's shoulders to do something as foolish as push keith's hand away. by the end of this, both shoulders will most definitely be bruised, especially the right. ]

Wish I could lock you inside… keep you.

[ maybe if he squeezes hard enough… – he groans, flexing his asshole to force himself tight around another thrust. gasping next, his mouth hangs open helplessly, eyes hazy and distant. mumbling now, he's only vaguely coherent. ]

Never let you go.

[ despite this being the first time keith and shiro have switched roles this way, keith isn't exactly a stranger to doing the penetrating. nothing about the raw physical sensation of tight heat squeezing around his cock is new, but when that person taking it is shiro, the experience becomes something else entirely. it was always going to be that way with shiro, no doubt about it, but doing this with and for someone he loves more than anything in the universe lights up every nerve in his body a hundredfold.

you feel so good inside

fuck. is it even possible to cum from words alone? keith wouldn't have thought so, but then shiro's always the one to introduce keith to exceptions and the exceptional. but even so, there's a touch of melancholy about shiro's tone that is gently sobering.

wish i could lock you inside.

keith gasps as the twin grips on his shoulders tighten, teeth grit as metal fingers grasp hard enough to bruise. but even so, all keith can think is god.hell, it seems like they both want the same things, huh? he holds his boyfriend's gaze as he moves his hips, determined not just to fuck him but to make it known in as many ways as possible that they're making love.

but as soon as shiro clenches, keith groans and squeezes his eyes shut through the jolt of electricity that zips down his spine. ]

Baby,...

[ the pet name comes out slurred, almost whiny as keith buries the last inche of his cock in shiro's body. there, he pasues, panting havily as he continues to lovingly stroke up and down his boyfriend's thick cock. ]

Never in a million years would I have guessed that this is what you'd mean by never letting me go.... heh.,?I.

[ ducking low and deep into the split of legs, keith drops a kiss on shiro's mouth, kissing fiercely with a nip at his lower lip. ]

You already have me. All of me. And I'm never leaving you, baby. Relax and let daddy take care of you, yeah?

[ frankly, shiro never would have guessed it either. yes, over the past months of captivity and the many bouts of intimacy, most of which have been with keith, he’s come to find that certain things on his retribution sheet are stubbornly set on not marking off. namely? anal sex. so yes, he decided some time ago that he’d ultimately turn to keith for help in that area, but now that he’s here, he can’t understand why it’s taken so long. why was he so afraid of this? he thought it would be too embarrassing? too revealing? this feels good, not just the physical act of it, but the accompanying knowledge that keith is here to take care of him. to adore him. to love him.

in that case, it’s okay to forego that perpetual guard he has up and let keith in… in all manners of the word, right?

relax and let daddy take care of you, yeah?

shiro is plagued with an ever fluctuating focus, his mind alternating between comprehension and utter static as the fullness seated inside him pushes and drags in slow moving thrusts. the hand on his cock makes awareness even more difficult. so that word rolls over him without a questioning blink or soft, uncertain sound. it isn’t until he’s through another thrust and tonguing at his nipped lip, that the reaction finally pings.

– wait, what?

there’s a moment that he thinks, no, he’s daddy, while keith is baby, but the same influence that has been mellowing objection and concern for the past hour does much the same here. protest nonexistent, shiro voices his surprise only in a bemused, breathless laugh, lips quirking as he tests it out himself. ]

Daddy.

[ does he like it? does he not? at the very least, he likes that keith likes it and so, a beat later, he’s already committed to it. ]

Yeah… gotta be your good boy.

[ to be dubbed that, he’s meant to relax, so he tries. he’s already a mess of languid muscle, practically melted into the mattress as keith moves inside him. still, he softens his hands and widens his legs, giving himself over to this boy to do with as he pleases. ]

How good do I feel, daddy? Do I, hhh, have daddy’s approval?

[ the thing is, daddy slips out of keith's mouth rather thoughtlessly . frankly, keith isn't sure how he feels about calling shiro that either, except that something about it gives him chills that go right to his confused dick when the name gets him whispered praise in his ear. does he want to unpack that further? hell no.

heh. so much for all those classes about self-acceptance and not kink-shaming himself, yeah?

but really, none of that had been on the forefront of keith's thoughts when that fucking title came tumbling out. his sex-fogged brain had simply been hooked on the concept of role reversal. shiro's usually the one with his cock buried deep in keith's ass, shiro is also sometimes daddy.... naturally, if keith is the one doing the burying this time, then logically that makes him daddy, too?

it makes sense, up until it really doesn't. for starters, kinks aren't necessarily reciprocal, and keith gets a reminder of that lesson when shiro starts to laugh. fuck. for a beat, he's worried that he's ruined it, but by the next beat, shiro saves him.

daddy.

and there it is. that fucking chill that zips down his spine and spreads to his cock and ass. as if on cue, keith moans and answers the question with a hard snap of his hips, thighs slapping shiro's ass. he doesn't know what's going on in shiro's head -- hell, he barely knows what's going on in his own, but the possibility that his immeasurably wonderful boyfriend might feel that same pinch of intensity is all the urging keith needs. ]

You feel fucking incredible, baby.

[ he ducks low for a desperate, messy kiss, giving shiro's cock a firm squeeze before shifting to put both hands on shiro's chest. ]

So tight. And so strong, too.

[ fingers dig, and keith grabs shiro's muscular chest as he continues to work his cock in and out, building up to a faster pace. he moans, breathing in determined puffs, and not even bothering to pause to wipe away the sweat trickling from his hair down to his nose. ]

Taking daddy's cock so well, fuck -- like you were made for me.

[ forcing his eyes open, keith lets his grip relax on shiro's chest, heart thumping harder at the faintest shadow of marks left behind before grabbing shoulders. ]

Wanna mark my approval inside so deep that you never forget how much I love you.

Edited 2023-10-24 06:51 (UTC)

[ as with every other instance tonight, shiro positively preens at the praise. it is, perhaps, not quite as apparent this time due to the air being punched out of his lungs by a cock that has pleasure washing out every emotion from his expression, except bliss, but he does manage, at the very least, a happy, little upcurl to his lips. fucking incredible; keith says he feels fucking incredible. good. fantastic. wonderful. that’s exactly what shiro wants to hear from his baby – or is it his daddy? one or both; whichever. the point is… all he wants to do – all he wants to be… is enough to keep this beautiful boy happy.

– like you were made for me.

he still doesn’t have enough air. he does, of course, but everything feels crowded in his chest, like his heart is taking up too much space, like through every beat it’s growing in real-time with the love and affection he has for this boy. so it comes out breathless, more of a mumble. ]

Am made for you.

[ keith keeps talking and shiro wants to be like that, too: to be as strong as keith says he is, to say what needs to be said with conviction and power. he’s weak in the face of keith’s, though. his pecs throb from the way those fingers grabbed greedy and dug even greedier, compounding the stuffed feeling of his chest. the continued drag of those wonderful, yet overwhelming ridges inside him closes his throat, too, to anything other than moans and fumbled half words. he can’t string together long statements, not when that fullness brings him closer and closer to an end that he wants as much as he doesn’t. he does manage, however, with a bit of painstakingly forced concentration, to glue together short clips of words. ]

Won’t forget.

[ he’s been trying to soften the press of his hands. it’s keith’s fault. now with blooming marks on his chest, shiro loses the gentleness in his hands again, once more grabbing onto whatever he can: hips. he gets his legs open as much as he can, right into the strain of his flexibility’s limit. he just wants to be open; as open as he can be for the drive of that cock. he’s whining and he’s pulling, not even certain he’s helping, but trying to get keith to drive into him deeper. ]

Love you so much. Need it. Need you. Need, nnngh – right there.

[ he’s so close. endurance has a limit and he’s there, teetering for barely any time at all. just long enough for his voice to promptly grow louder and more desperate. ]

Keith. [ no, wait. ] Daddy. [ yeah, that’s right. ] Daddy.

[ his eyes roll behind the curtaining shut of his lids and with that, the tension gives with a strong rack of his body. he cums hard and messy, every inch of him straining through the heated pulses of once, two, three spits of cum that hit between them. ]

[ with seemingly no warning, sex suddenly becomes a frenzied, desperate mashing of hips to ass, the two of them completing a lewd circle between shiro's relentless grip on his hips, forcing keith in deeper as keith yanks on shiro's shoulders to haul him bodily on his cock. whatever the fuck happened to gentle will be an eternal mystery, but this grabbing and fucking better matches the intensity of what keith feels about his best friend and boyfriend anyway. for all that keith has tender emotions about shiro, he's never been able to have them quietly.

and fuck -- nothing about their cube is quiet right now. the ability to praise shiro, let alone talk coherently disappears the instant shiro grabs andmoans full-throated affirmations of love and desire. keith isn't going to last long, not with shiro being sin incarnate, which only spurs him to speed up, until the slap of skin on skin is a sharp staccato in some desperate attempt to get his boy over the edge before keith collides head-first with his own limits.

he just about chokes out a cry of relief when shiro starts tensing and shouting his name, jaw clenched as he grips shoulders tighter to at least fuck him through his climax, but that never happens. instead, shiro starts whining for daddy and that last thread of patience snaps violently. keith lets out a strangled moan, hands shifting up to pull shiro's ass up as he feverishly ruts balls deep inside. ]

Oh god, Shiro! Gonna -!!

[ the next few ticks pass in such a fucking blur of hormones and whined repetitions of baby. between shiro's ass milking his cock and the overwhelming lurch of his own heavy climax, keith's whole body starts going slack, fingers trembling on shiro's hips as his balls empty and slick drips from his ass. gaze unfocused, keith rests his forehead on shiro's chest, murmuring incoherently as his embarrassingly long orgasm keeps going. ]

You make everything so good, baby. Dunno how making love to you just keeps getting better and better...

[ it isn’t often that shiro is on this end of the manhandling, but he has zero complaints about having his ass physically hauled high to meet keith’s next hard thrust. truthfully, shiro’s a little too empty-headed to properly conceptualize what reality even is in the moment. loopy and feeling so, so good, shiro whines brokenly, only to breathe hard into a gasp as keith empties inside him. so that’s what it feels like, he thinks with barely there coherency. it doesn’t take much for shiro to find enjoyment in it and so, within the next beat, he decides he likes being full of keith in more ways than one. how long will he be able to feel it? how long will it sit inside him? he hopes he stays heavy with keith’s cum for awhile.

weight settles on his chest and upon feeling it, shiro opens his eyes, only to spend the next few moments blinking in quick repetition to bring focus back into them. hold slack but still maintaining at keith’s hips, shiro carefully stretches his fingers loose of their curls and then brings both hands up, together smoothing his palms over keith’s hair. his metal hand falls away and then he’s weakly holding his left to keith’s head, curling fingers once more to tangle in sweaty waves of hair.

keith’s mumbling things now; something about sex becoming inexplicably better each time they have it. shiro laughs, or as much as he’s able considering he’s still heaving to satisfy his depleted lungs. even so, the answer comes quickly, as well as surprisingly easy. ]

It’s because we’re made for each other.

[ he smiles, tired yet satisfied, absolutely melted into the mattress as he rides out the last of his high and the continued twitch and throb of keith inside him. pulling his hand free, he slides it to the side of keith’s head and tucks some wayward strands behind his ear, before giving the lobe a playfully tug. ]

Thank you, baby. [ or is it daddy? do they revert back to normal now? too sweetened on pleasure-dosed feeling, shiro doesn’t chase that thought further, instead sighing quietly through a dreamy smile. ] That was an exceptional first time.

[ truthfully, keith is struggling to regain any semblance of coherence. ever since the experimental drugs forced on him messed with his body, sex has become more intense and more mortifying. case in point, shiro is recovering, and keith is still panting open-mouthed, eyes unfocused as his dick continues to slowly empty a heavy load. it's impossible to be self-conscious though -- not when he has shiro's hands on his face and the reaffirmation that they're made for each other ringing in his ears.

moaning through a particularly hard twitch of his cock, keith lets out a shaky breath and offers up a sheepish but incredibly fond smile. ]

Back to baby, huh...

[ tone light and absent-minded, keith huffs as he presses a kiss to shiro's sternum. maybe it ought to feel like a demotion, but truthfully he's utterly smitten with being special to shiro at all. ]

I'm really happy that it was good for you. You beng happy is all I want. [ a beat, then he corrects with a shake of his head: Us being happy together.

[ as incompatible as that may be with the reality of returning home to finish what the galra started. keith still isn't thinking about that, however, as he gently pushes himself up slightly. ]

Do you need me to pull out or are you comfy like this?

[ there is no getting around the fact that they are an assortment of tangled limbs and mashed together body parts. being sticky in a multitude of places, both from sweat and cum is not a state typically described as comfy. however, with most things involving keith, the standard run of the mill expectation is averted, even defied. so…? ]

I’m comfy.

[ satisfaction continues to tailor his voice into gentle notes that have no shortness for warmth. breath maybe, because he's still not quite at equilibrium, but that's good, that's wanted; he likes being a little off-kilter when it's with keith. it's as keith said – together, happy. that's what they are right now. so again, the answer is easy. ]

Stay.

[ in ten minutes, the feeling may abide and shiro may find it far more difficult to relax into the fullness that, although smaller, keeps him stretched. but his own comfort is secondary to keeping this boy content. afterall, shiro knows how much he loathes to shift apart when he's barely coming down from finishing inside the snug warmth of keith's body.

stay. yes. that's what keith should do, especially when – ]

Feels like you aren’t fully done feeling good anyway.

[ that last hard twitch was telling. will this be another extended orgasm to rival the time keith was purple? likely not but shiro is amused with the thought nonetheless. enough so to laugh kindly and scratch his fingernails at keith's scalp, drifting over to thumb the crest of his ear. ]

[ stay. keith doesn't need to be told twice. eyes closing, he presses his forehead to shiro's chest, inhaling the musk of their lovemaking with a deeply contented smile. ]

M'almost done, sorry, daddy....

[ idly, he lifts his hand, fingers spreading over shiro's left pec before his palm flattens and his cock keeps pace with the pounding rhythm of his boyfriend's heart for one, two beats before his balls finally have nothing else to give. equal parts relieved and disappointed, keith sighs as he plants a lazy kiss on shiro's collarbone. ]

I always feel so good with you. It's like... I don't know where I end and you begin, it's kinda crazy. [ a beat, then he laughs a bit sheepishly. ] I think you scrambled my brain real good, I'm babbling and I don't even know if I'm making any sense.

[ trailing off, keith wrinkles his brow in silent contemplation. slowly, but steadily he lifts his head, flashing shiro a warm smile. ]

So I guess all those dumb songs about being in love that don't make any sense actually did make sense in their own way.

[ who'd have thought? but with zero concern wasted on the joys of falling into tired cliches, keith revels in a very simple pleasure. ]

Love you.

[ and with that, he lifts up, and rocks forward in an attempt to keep his soft cock nestled inside while also pressing a lingering sweetheart kiss to shiro's lips. ]

It feels amazing just to tell you that.

[ because in the moment, their story doesn't feel like some inevitable tragedy of lovers from different universes, but some love epic worthy of its own constellation.

... but that isn't right, is it?

slowly but surely, every pesky fact, every ugly reality of their situation starts coming back into focus. imperceptibly at first, like an idle thought about the shapeshifter aliens in the hangar until keith's awareness broadens just enough that when he repeats his words another time, his tone is laced with desperation that wasn't there before. ]

I- I love you.

Edited (HTML ATE MY TAG!!!!!) 2023-12-21 06:38 (UTC)

[ so they do revert back to normal. normal, right. daddy is normal. the more abnormal piece here, though, is that sorry. as though an apology is appropriately needed when that orgasm draws out, giving shiro extra moments of a blissed out, feeling-so-fucking-good keith. that’s one of his favorite keiths, actually, so shiro is certainly making no complaints. okay, to be fair, even exhaustion muddled shiro recognizes that’s more jest than serious, which explains the lack of reassurance, shiro only managing a soft hum and smile, basking in those last few seconds of being filled.

a sigh, a kiss, and a string of words that have shiro feeling giddy and warm. it’s amazing. they’re barely a minute past a frenzied mashing of their body parts, when keith was daddy and fucking shiro into delirium, and now, suddenly, keith is sheepish as he babbles nonsensical things about songs and connections and –

love you.

how does he do that? how does he switch so effortlessly into this earnest and so very charming boy, something indescribably innocent about him despite his cock still being buried deep inside? he weaves his fingers back in keith’s hair and cups the back of his head when his boy leans in for a kiss. he’s smiling and humming, again, wanting to draw it out, but feeling too satisfied in his exhaustion to fight it when their lips part on a soft sound.

i– i love you.

there’s something different to it this time. it’s more than the stutter; there’s an anxiousness to that otherwise lovely voice. fucked so thoroughly, shiro hasn’t quite regathered his wits, at least not to his usual attentiveness that has him ever sensitive to the subtle shifts in keith’s confidence. some part of him hears it and subconsciously, he curls his fingers to rub some soothing caresses at the base of his skull. the part of his brain that is more suited for reassuring words is blissfully silent, leaving shiro to the shallows with a far more simple: ]

I love you, too.

[ unlike keith, there is no call of desperation here; not in his face, not in his voice, not in his head. he’s as relaxed as he has been, completely unaware that there will come a time when he will recognize the fog in his head as it slowly, yet surely dissipates. for now, he keeps his smile and laughs kindly. ]

You’re right. It does feel amazing to say that.

[ adding pressure, shiro leads keith back down to his chest, encouraging him to rest his head there. happily, he sighs out a breath and lets his eyelids grow heavy for a close, the last bit of tension loosening throughout his body as he relaxes further into the bedding. ]

We’ll have to make it a habit of saying it every day.

[ the four words come back so easily that keith's heart skips a beat. make that two beats. the world outside shiro's cube may still exist, so what? it doesn't diminish the very real warmth of their personal world -- the one where it's just the two of them in sync and in love. shiro sounds confident in that, which in turn makes keith all too happy to have his head pressed back low to his boy's chest where he closes his eyes and purrs.

people can be in love and still navigate every responsibility and demand that the universe forces upon them, right? not every story about balancing love and responsibility has to end with broken families and pining. not every story ends like chad and krolia's.

him and shiro are going to say i love you every day and find a way to be together without compromising their happiness. if alien abduction and death couldn't keep them apart, then surely this prison and alternate realities can't either.

bringing both hi hands up to drape over shiro's shoulders, keith murmurs contentedly: ]

Maybe even more than once every day.

[ he huffs, squeezing shiro's shoulders before shifting his hips just enough that his soft cock will slip out should shiro decide he wants to be more comfortable.dragging in another deep breath of their shared musk, keith murmurs sleepily: ]

Hope you don't get sick of hearing it.

[ it's a joke obviously because keith can't fathom ever growing tired of hearing i love you from shiro. he yawns, contemplating if he ought to explain that ;psing tack of his reasoning as he is lulled to sleep by the sound of shiro's heart beat in his ear. ]

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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...