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[ 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. ]