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[marmoron]

[ shiro is strong. keith's known that for a long time now. after all, just how many people have the grit and balls needed to defy an entire military chain of command and go to space with a muscle wasting illness? that defiance is something keith admires intensely about his best friend, but right now that strength is manifesting in a way keith wholly dislikes, shiro is strong physically, too -- the reminder had been burned into his face not too long ago, and though the galra arm isn't lighting up or anything, a part of keith that's more alert is starting to panic.

again, it doesn't quite manifest in a way that makes sense. instead, the aphro warps the fear into something else -- fear that something bad could happen if keith fails to calm shiro down with sex. he cries out sharply when shiro finally prises his legs apart, then flinches at the metallic scrape of the chain keeping his hands overhead. teeth grit, he attempts to twist and lets out a pained hiss when it strains his shoulders unnaturally. ]

How - how is this caring about me? [ he pants heavily, ignoring the burn of his shoulder. ] That doesn't make sense!

[ but then it sort of does? keith's next painful attempt to sit up is cut short by shiro's hands pressing him back down on the cot, weight fully bearing down on his body between the v of his legs. he gasps as air gets knocked out of him, head thrown back on an uncomfortable pillow.. where he'd been snarling seconds ago, keith groans the next, calves winding tight around shiro's ass as he grinds mindless in his enthusiasm. in lieu of having hands, he arches up to snag the shell of shiro's ear in his teeth. ]

C'mon, Shiro. I know you want it. I can feel your cock riding hard up against my ass. You want it, I want it. Fuck me, fill me -- fuck, c'mon, give it to me.

[earthshine]

[ ten minutes ago, shiro walked into this cube, confident in his fortitude to sit by and keep keith company as the aphro worked through his system. sit down and relax, isn’t that how he started this? so how did he go from such an innocent request to him pushing nearly all of his weight into the split v of keith’s legs? hands at the backs of keith’s knees and holding down into a stretch that should be too deep, shiro blinks, looking startled as the scene before him – no, underneath him comes into crystal clear focus.

keith’s flexible. that’s not new. the acrobatics this boy pulls off are impressive and awe-inspiring; shiro’s gone toe to toe with him enough times to be familiar with how effortlessly fluid keith is in the movements. as most things today though, this is different. his body bends and everything strains, but keith takes it beautifully, even with the agitated twist at his shoulders. shiro only has the briefest of moments to wonder how much deeper keith’s legs can split when those same legs hit behind him.

shit. not again.

he lets go of his right leg – because what’s the fucking point now? – fully intent on pulling that calf free. keith is faster. keiht’s pelvis angles up and now shiro is the one with breath being slammed free of his lungs. he chokes on spit and goes wide-eyed, very certain that his heart stops for a moment at that initial grind. shiro buckles to the rush of desire that slams into his headspace, only to catch himself instead with his right hand. palm to the cot, he winds up bowed more fully over keith, shivering and twitching all over as the grinding kicks up a notch. it’s messy and embarrassing in its enthusiasm, but it’s addictive too, because those filthy words keith is breathing against his ear? not all of them are untrue.

god, it’s like he’s paralyzed. why isn’t he throwing keith off? this is wrong. this isn’t right. this is a complete violation of trust. he can’t use keith and he can’t let keith use him either. except one beat bleeds into two and keith is groaning something about filling him. shiro clenches metal fingers into the sheet and similarly digs into keith’s leg with the other, not to push away, but to hold steady. he squeezes his eyes shut and falters, slipping into temptation as his body chases that sweet, dirty pleasure by forcing his hips down into the press of keith’s. cock to cock, he feels keith roll against him and shiro chokes on his next breath. ]

Oh… fuck.

[marmoron]

[ it's weird to exist in a state of doublethink while also not caring at all for anything more than the throb and pulse of his cock. all of this is wrong because this isn't how him and shiro are meant to be, but if it's so wrong why is shiro lining up their hips and cocks like that? keith rolls his hips, grinding his cock nice and slow against the full, thick bulge between shiro's legs and digs his ankles into the backs of his thighs. ]

Shiro please >... please , put it in. Wanna feel it thick inside.

[ it's moaned between heavy puffs for air in shiro's ear. the whole thing should be weirder than it is. shiro's a good looking guy, of course, but it's not like keith's ever deliberately stolen glances at his best friend coming out of the shower. ever gave much thought to size or girth. best friends don't do that, after all. brothers don't do that. but he grinds and grinds, desperately digging in his heels as he rocks back and forth. the nature of their relationship doesn't matter now and there's a sick kind of freedom in imagining fucking shiro in vivid detail and forcing shiro to imagine it too. an even sicker thrill from knowing it makes shiro firm up like that for him.

there's a very real danger here that this is crossing lines, pushing boundaries that were never meant to be tampered with, but the way pleasure rockets down his spine turns that fear into nothing but white noise. keith moans loud and lewd, breath hitching uncontrollably as his muscles tense up , balls tightening before: ]

Fuck, gonna cum just thinking about it....

[ releasing shiro's ear, keith angles lower, mouth urgently pressed to shiro's neck to stifle a long, deep moan as his cock spills and spills warm slick that runs down his thighs and stains the front of his pants. the vice grip he had around shiro's hips lets up only slightly as keith rocks back on the cot, back flattened against the thin mattress as he takes several mindless breaths. ]

[earthshine]

[ that slip turns into a full on crack in his will power. temptation wins and shiro stays, neither pulling away, nor pushing closer, merely keeping position to endure the slow grind of keith’s cock. fuck, it’s everything. destabilizing, addicting, frightening, and so, so good, especially with breath still teasing his ear. shiro’s weak for it. heh, he’s weak for keith. he’s always been weak for keith, just not like this, never like this… and now that he is? he’s stepped too far and he can’t seem to remember how to backtrack, at least not when he’s locked cock to cock, every thought in his head cotton-soft and just as flimsy.

keith’s moaning directly into his ear and now, shiro knows exactly what keith sounds like when he’s overwrought in pleasure, teetering so close to the edge. shiro’s going to have to square with that someday. this is wrong breaks through the haze, but it’s too late. shiro’s still holding onto his leg, still hovering above, and still being the terrible friend that he is as he allows keith to use his body for one last grind. shiro’s throat bobs underneath keith’s mouth as he swallows hard, forcing down his own groan. keith’s shuddering through it; pressed as close as they are, shiro can feel keith spilling through the breakdown of every tense line, hips quivering and legs going lax.

shiro’s still hard. when keith goes boneless into that panting heap, there’s a moment in which shiro’s hips chase after him. a slight rock keeps them together and he’s mindless with the desire to follow through until he’s chased down his orgasm too. but it’s only a moment. without keith at his ear, goading him, even commanding him, shiro is able to think and when he does…? he pushes himself up. ]

You…

[ … came? his cock throbs. he ignores it. he’s sitting up, with keith’s legs strew uselessly, barely keeping shape around him any longer. from here, he has a pretty clear picture of keith sprawled out, lines made longer by the extension of his arms chained to the railing. from his soft-panting mouth to his nipples to his flat belly to the dampness he can see already forming in those thin, yoga pants, shiro’s gaze keeps fluttering around, cataloging everything, despite his well-meaning intentions. ]

We…

[ … did that, actually did that? he draws another breath and opens his mouth to, hopefully, say something more substantial but he’s interrupted. from his tablet set over there on the kiosk, is a noise. a noise that shiro remembers getting after a certain conversation over the network. something on his sentence sheet has been checked off. dread drops down into his stomach and he grimaces. ]

Dammit. [ under his breath and barely there. shiro shakes it off and untangles himself entirely, pushing back on the bed to give himself distance. keith should be sated but just in case. as for saying something substantial? shiro never gets there. he goes mute, trying to rationalize what just happened and barely making ground with it. ]

[marmoron]

[ eyes closed and lax against the bed, keith doesn't put up any resistance when shiro untangles himself and marches away. the horrible sound effect from the tablet similarly gets no real reaction or commentary save for a very quiet heh between panted breaths. feeling warm and sticky, keith makes a half-hearted attempt to try and shimmy out of his pants by wiggling his hips down low, but stops when the chains pull taut and his progress gets impeded. pants riding dangerously low, keith lies back with his eyes fixed on the ceiling. three beats of silence and then he glances towards shiro. ]

Did you finish too?

[ of course, he isn't patient enough to wait for an answer. keith twists, trying to get a look. whether intentional or not, keith couldn't say but shiro angles his crotch out of sight. curiouser and curiouser. but when another attempt to get closer is blocked by the cuffs, keith ends up murmuring filthy enticements until his lids feel too heavy to stay awake. he falls asleep purring, and isn't sure how much time has passed when he wakes up again.

frankly, there's a part of him that wishes he could stay asleep forever as that'd mean he wouldn't have to come face to face with shiro or deal with any of what happened. denial isn't all that easy when his pants are a sticky congealing mess, but pretending to be asleep only goes as far as needing to pee. too mortified to speak, he tries to flip the locks on his handcuffs without rousing shiro's attention, but the plan goes sideways almost instantly. shiro hasn't actually left the cube -- or maybe he did and came back? keith couldn't say. but sensing the change in keith's conduct, his best friend undoes the handcuffs and then ....

it's awkward.

in fact it's every bit as awkward as keith feared it would be. sure, they've agreed that they're not upset or holding what happened against each other. better yet, shiro doesn't seem keen on avoiding him either. the question of what was said however, doesn't get addressed and keith is feeling far too mortified to even think about the last hour or so. he doesn't manage to keep his head held high or fake some dignity by the time he leaves shiro's cube. if anything, he walks out, head bowed and jacket pressed tight over the front of his pants, for once actually looking like a caught criminal. ]