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Keith, contrary to popular belief, enjoyed finding facts in silly things; it took three-hundred and sixty-four human licks to get to the middle of a lollipop, one-fifty with Keith’s Galra tongue, and only thirty two well placed licks to have Shiro coming over himself like a schoolboy on his first date.
Some facts were more helpful than others.
This knowledge was why Keith had his face in his forearms, slumped over a desk and vibrating with barely contained Grump.
“Okay, hold on, I’m confused. Why are you moping again?”
The next glare was directed up at Lance, sulky and sullen. “We’re having less sex.”
“Right. And when you do have sex-”
“It takes longer! Ninety six licks, and it was a goddamn fight to get him to let me do that.”
Lance grimaced, crossing his ankles and dragging the glittery file over his nails. He’d been planning on bothering Keith before their next meeting, not to be pulled into a discussion about Shiro’s dying libido. At least Allura would enjoy the gossip. “Not that I don’t think it’s weird that you’ve been counting the licks, but maybe Shiro is just getting older? He’s like, four years older than you, dude.” It used to be six. But Keith spent two years in space when Shiro was in the horrifying nothingness of the astral plane.
“That’s not it.” Keith pushed backwards in his chair, staring at the ceiling while Lance got himself comfortable sitting on top of his desk. “Something is wrong. I know it is. I’m great at sex.”
Lance raised an eyebrow. “Anyone that says they’re great at sex probably isn’t great at sex. That’s what Allura says. Besides, why is taking longer bad? Allura and I can go on for vargas.”
Keith gave him a disgusted look, lips turning up. “I don’t want to know about your sex life with the princess.”
“But I have to listen to how many times you lick Shiro?”
“Because you don’t have any decency, so you don't care. It’s completely different.”
Closing his eyes to the tune of Lance’s flamingo squawks of indignation, Keith sighed. He needed a plan.
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In Shiro’s defence, the two of them had been busy lately. After the war ended the work kept coming, suffocating the Paladins in the horrors of the new world. Paperwork.
Like homework, but you couldn’t half-ass it and risk sending ships into space without the proper testing, or giving vodka to a species that were deathly allergic to ethanol.
And Shiro was kept the busiest. Keith had watched the responsibilities pile on his back. A paladin, an Admiral, a leader everyone looked up to. A husband. If one was to consider these points, it was completely expected for some things to fall to the wayside.
Shiro worked more, and worked out less, after training had been taken from his new peaceful universe schedule and replaced with more paperwork.
Keith was a fan. He practically dreamed about those sweet handfuls of plush fat and muscle, an ass that looked like it belonged to a celebrity. If Keith had his way, their sex life would be amplified, spending every spare second worshipping the gorgeous man that said ‘I do.’
Their sex life had done the very opposite. Every day became twice a week, became once a week, became every other week, until Keith was so sexually frustrated he’d turned to muffling himself into the shower and staring at a picture of Shiro on the beach. He was wearing a wetsuit, slick latex clinging to each round curve and gentle slope. Keith found himself printing a new one every time Shiro’s smiling face found itself soaked with cum.
Lance had guessed they were just getting older and creakier.
Hunk gently reminded Keith that they’d been together a long time, and maybe they were just settling down? The honeymoon phase could only last so long.
Coran overheard and gave Keith a baggie of suspicious looking herbs guaranteed to ‘spice up their bedroom.’ Unable to tell if it was chilli pepper or aphrodisiac, Keith had thrown it away for the safety of everyone involved.
Keith knew better. Shiro’s biggest, darkest kink was domestic life. Settling down was sexier to him than a full leather suit and heels bigger than Keith’s dick. Something else had to be wrong.
That was Keith’s conclusion as he walked home from the base, boots crunching over the frosty ground as the icy chill of a desert night blew between the buildings. Maybe Shiro was sick again. Maybe he was feeling physically worn-what if his arm had been acting up and Keith had no idea? What kind of terrible husband wouldn’t notice months of possible pain?
Keith stared at the door to their little home, the cosy space they’d carved out together. He’d never felt so much guilt reaching for that doorknob. An apology was needed, of course. For thinking of sex instead of Shiro’s wellbeing. Buy Shiro something nice and take him on a day out for them both to enjoy. Maybe seeing a doctor was the first step? He’d take over Shiro’s health plan and massage him every night for the rest of their lives. The real challenge would be keeping the massage to just a massage. Maybe he could invest in one of those fancy chairs they saw in the shopping centres.
Keith stepped into the building, hooking his bag on the wall and trudging inside.
“Takashi, baby! I’m home!” He called into the darkness. He turned the corner. Maybe Shiro would like flowers again. Or a book set. Or…
Lingerie?
Keith froze.
In the middle of the living room, staring back at him with eyes wide with horror, was Shiro.
Naked.
Well, mostly naked.
Unless you counted the white lace criss crossing over his skin and flaring out around him in a babydoll.
“K-Keith?!”
“Hi.” Keith sounded like someone had pulled a rope around his lungs and pulled. He grinned, dropping his jacket on the ground and coming closer. Shiro stepped away, a prey in front of a ravenous predator. “Fuck, what-”
“Please don’t.” Shiro interrupted. Keith went still and straightened up, the smile falling from his lips as quickly as it came. Shiro wasn’t just shy. Shiro looked humiliated. He had one arm over his chest, but his prosthetic wasn’t even trying to cover his clothed cock. It was over his belly.
A different approach was needed.
“Shiro, baby, hey.” Keith reached out a hand, watching Shiro flinch back from it. “Come on. Come sit with me and tell me what’s wrong.”
Shiro looked doubtful. But he took Keith’s hand. They sat down on the sofa with thighs pressed together, expensive lace scraping against motorbike trousers. Keith waited in the silence they created together, squeezing Shiro’s hand and waiting for his husband to let those walls down. Let Keith see the cracks of light peeking through.
“You should be laughing at me.” Shiro mumbled, head low.
“Laughing at you?” Keith repeated. “Never. Never, Takashi.”
Silence again. If Keith didn’t have years of practice with his husband, he would have thought it was something he’d done. Another mistake he made. But married to a man like Shiro, he learnt quickly that some people needed time. They both did.
“It was just a dumb idea.”
“No, it wasn’t. But keep going.”
“I.. I thought maybe it might make it look better. But it just makes it all worse.” Shiro ducked his head lower, covering his face.
“Make what look better, Takashi?”
Shiro made a strangled sound, gesturing down at his body. Keith’s eyes went wide. His body. His beautiful, beautiful body. The lines of chub Keith had found himself obsessed with kissing, the shapes he dreamed of.
Shiro didn’t like them.
“Is.. is this why you’ve been pulling back from me?” Keith requested softly, eyes creasing. Shiro swallowed. But he nodded, covering his belly with his crossed arms instead. Keith stole a greedy eyeful of his chest, pushed up by his arms and cupped by the fabric..
“You don’t deserve this, Keith. I didn’t want to make you look at me. I wanted to initiate more, but I… you shouldn’t be forced to look at me.”
Keith shushed him, cupping Shiro’s cheek and pressing their foreheads together.
“Are you kidding me? You’re beautiful. Fuck, you’re so hot.” Shiro stared with wide eyes and Keith continued. “I love your body. Honestly, I love it more than when you were fit.”
“How could you like this more?” Shiro tried to look away. cheeks blooming with a flush. Keith wanted to kiss that blush until it was spreading down his neck and beyond.
“Shiro… why don’t you let me show you?”
“Show me?”
Keith let his hand slide down and press against the swift cotton on Shiro’s chest. Shiro got the hint quickly. He swallowed, but nodded, thighs pressing together in the same sweetly shy way that made Keith want to eat him alive. He licked his lips.
Keith pressed closer. Their bodies moved together and Shiro slid down, his back pinned against the sofa with Keith straddling his hips.
“You are beautiful.” Keith murmured. Shiro tried to squeak a protest, but Keith’s gaze shot up, staring his husband down. “If you’re going to say something bad about yourself, I’ll put something better in your mouth.”
Shiro swallowed hard. He nodded.
“Good boy.”
Keith got what he had been wanting-two nice, thick handfuls of pec, gently squishing and digging his nails into the skin. There was something bobbled under the bra, but Keith passed it off for now, assuming some kind of wiring for support.
“I love how soft you are now.” Keith squished a little harder, watching the sigh fall from Shiro’s parted lips. “I love your tits. I love it when we’re in bed and I can sleep on them. The softest pillows in the world.”
“K-Keith-”
“I love this, too. I really love this.” Keith slid his hands down to Shiro’s belly and squeezed, just to hear him squeak. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep my hands off you? Just the implications of you looking like this…” Keith groped shamelessly, staring at the soft chub in his hands. “You’re safe. It means you’re finally safe, Takashi. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore. Not your illness, not the war, nothing. I can’t wait until you retire and I can do nothing but keep you happy for the rest of our lives.”
“Keith! That-that’s too much, Keith.” Shiro looked away, silky soft hair falling over his eyes. He’d been growing it out, down to his shoulders now. Just another thing that Keith adored.
“If I didn’t hate writing, I’d write novels with everything I love about you.” Keith’s thumbs moved over the cotton and thread, his long smothered southern twang starting to show through. “Every day, I don’t think I can love you any more. But then you wear something like this? This lil’ bunny get up? Damn. I must have done something pretty good in my last life.”
“You did some pretty good work in this life, too.”
“Good enough to deserve being blessed by this?”
“It would have looked better if I kept in shape.”
Keith sighed. He leaned in closer, bumping their noses together and catching Shiro in a reverent kiss.
“Takashi. Stop.”
Keith licked his bottom lip, sharing every touch as though Shiro could disappear at any moment.
“You look as gorgeous as you were the day we got married. You could gain a hundred more pounds and I would love you just as much, because I didn’t fall in love with your abs.” Keith kissed Shiro before his face could scrunch with disbelief. “I know you put pressure on what you look like. I know you’d cut your head off if a stranger suggested you’d look better without it. And I know you’d rather hurt yourself trying to please anyone than be happy pleasing yourself. Just give me a chance, okay? Give me one chance to show you how much I really love you.”
You didn't have to be a psychic to see the pain burned into Shiro’s eyes. The fear of rejection, that he would open up too much and Keith would push him away. As if Keith could ever push the love of his life away over something as silly as what he looked like. As if Keith wasn’t thoroughly obsessed with Shiro.
Keith knew that fear of rejection. Knew that Shiro would never have taken the push if Keith hadn’t walked in on him. If he had his way, they would never even mention his new shape, making Keith a silent witness as he bullied himself back into an ‘acceptable’ shape.
“Safeword?”
“Chinchilla.”
“Good. And why is that our safeword?”
Shiro’s lips twitched into a smile. “Because Sendak looked like a chinchilla, and Sendak isn’t sexy.”
“Good boy.”
Keith pressed their lips together again in reward. Much like their relationship, the kisses they shared had evolved over the years. They used to press and grope and take like they could be ripped away at any second. Keith would bully his way into Shiro’s mouth and stake his claim, Shiro would corner Keith in hallways for just one more. As they got older, and wiser, and the urgency started to dissipate, kisses were less of a rush. Keith would climb into Shiro’s lap and spend hours pressing soft, luxurious kisses to his lips, sharing secret smiles until the sun had set. Keith loved those kisses most.
Keith kissed Shiro like that now, like he was worshipping a marble statue for all its glory. Shiro kissed like he did in their first month of dating. Small little presses, too scared to stay but too desperate to stop.
“I love your hair.”
Shiro was stunned into silence as his brain rebooted from the kissing. “Sorry, my hair?”
Keith nodded. “Fuck yes. I love it. You take such good care of it. I love it when you put it in that half ponytail when you’re working on the bikes. It’s soft, and beautiful.” Keith ran his hands through Shiro’s hair, letting the silky locks slide through his fingers. “I love those little hair clips you wear. The tacky ones from Claires. You look so happy with a plastic unicorn on your head, and I don’t understand it, but I love it.”
“Keith, I don’t understand, I-I thought you wanted sex?”
“I do. Obviously.” Keith always wanted sex. “But I told you I’d show you how much I really loved you, and sex isn’t the only thing I love about you.” Shiro swallowed. Satisfied with his silence, Keith continued, pressing a kiss to his cheek and cupping the other.
“I love your eyes. I love watching you buy eyeliner in bulk because you go through it so quickly. I love that you can put eyeliner on your monolids in seconds, but you make me look like a panda. “
“You have more visible eyelids. It’s tricky.” Shiro defended himself with a weak voice, and Keith laughed, decorating his face with kiss after kiss.
“I love your ears. I love the childhood pictures you have. They used to stick out so much, but you’ve grown into them. I love how you groan when I bite them.”
Shiro went pink again. Keith leaned in, his tongue flicking out to curl over his earlobe. Shiro shivered.
“I love that it doesn’t take anything at all to get you worked up. I love how pale you are, how easily you get hickies.” Keith pressed his nose under Shiro’s neck, kissing over the Adam’s apple to the hymn of Shiro’s sigh.
“I love how strong you are. I love that you take such good care of yourself.”
Keith anticipated it when Shiro’s immediate response was to recoil and protest. WIth one smooth movement, Keith slid two fingers in Shiro’s mouth and pressed down on his tongue, effectively turning any self deprecation into garbles.
“Yes, you do. You eat well, you sleep more, you have a regular appointment with a doctor every month. You see a therapy every week-he had better be aware of this self image thing-and you eat more green shit in a day than I do in a week. And I’m the one that actually needs to be active.”
Shiro didn’t make another noise. But he glared up at Keith, lightly sucking on his fingers despite the disagreement in his face.
“Yeah, yeah, huff at me all you want.” Keith glared right back, kissing Shiro’s nose. “But I’m right. You don’t need to have washboard abs and dehydration muscles to be healthy, Takashi. For the war, for Kerberos, that was all because you had to be like that. But you don’t anymore. This body here? This is healthy, Shiro. This is the body of a man that’s living to his nineties and spending every goddamn day with me.”
Keith hadn’t expected to reveal that particular fear. But it was to be expected, wasn’t it? Shiro spent decades nearly dying. Forcing his body and his health to the very brink of what was possible, until he couldn't go on anymore. Seeing that man, the man that pushed and pushed, the man that Keith thought would become another gravestone to visit, seeing him actually healthy? The day Shiro walked out of his Doctor’s checkup and for the first time, produced a clean bill of health, made Keith so happy he tackled Shiro right there in the waiting room.
A choked whimper pulled Keith from his thoughts like a bucket of cold water. His fingers had slipped a little deeper than intended. Shiro was flush and whining, trying not to gag or bite Keith.
“Sorry.” He murmured, shaking his head and sliding his fingers out. He relished the little wet gasp Shiro made, giving Keith’s fingers a tiny goodbye lick.
“You really don’t care?”
Keith’s worries melted away. He cupped Shiro’s cheek again, pressing their noses together and then their lips. “I care if we get to spend our lives together. I care that you’re happy, and safe. I don’t care if you’ve gotten bigger. I’m actually pretty fond of it.”
Shiro smiled, and the wind was pulled from Keith’s lungs. He’d missed that smile. The one he hadn’t seen in so long. It was dorky, and lopsided, showing a little too much of Shiro’s cheek and making his eyes crinkle.
Keith fucking loved it.
He shoved their mouths together and swallowed Shiro’s surprised gasp, sliding his tongue in to take ownership of Shiro’s mouth again.
They kissed until Shiro was flushed and making delicious little whines, panting for air when Keith finally sat up again.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you.” He said in a matter of fact manner. “Where did you get something like this, anyway?” Shiro was wearing a white babydoll piece. But there was embroidery over the shimmering fabric, a lace trim showing off his belly like a prize Keith was happy to win. If Keith squinted, he could see stitched bunnies chasing each other over the expanse of Shiro’s skin. And the abandoned headband with two floppy white bunny ears on one end of the sofa.
“I.. Matt told me about the website.”
Keith stared at him.
“He has a lot of connections! A-and the site wasn’t even supposed to be for lingerie, I was looking for shirts. Matt has this one with possums on. But I clicked the wrong button, a-and I realised they had bigger sizes for this stuff too.”
Keith didn’t often say this. But the next time they saw their galaxy hopping friend, Keith would be thanking him.
“How did you pick this one, then? The bunny theme?”
“It’s uh… the year of the rabbit?”
Keith snorted. “Possum shirts and bunnies, you dork.” He reached out to flick the little glass bunny head in the middle of the bow, beautifully framed between Shiro’s tits.
“You like it, though.”
“I do. I really fuckin do.” Keith tugged the lace down to get a good mouthful of Shiro’s chest, but yet another surprise stopped him in his tracks.
“Oh, Takashi.”
Two clamps, made from white silicone and subtle enough that it wouldn’t be easily noticed. Keith quietly thanked their Bob In Heaven, and leaned down, dragging his tongue over Shiro’s chest, clamp and all.
“Ah!”
Shiro’s back arched, nearly unbalancing Keith if he wasn’t so determined.
“K-Keith, Keith, Please, its-umnf-sensitive!” Yes. Shiro had always been sensitive here. It was only more reason for Keith to suck and torment and drink his fill of each sweet moan. His cock was still trapped in his trousers, but he rocked down, grinding on the delicate lace holding Shiro’s cock in place.
Keith opened his mouth. He dug his teeth in, holding Shiro in place as his husband cried out and tried helplessly to squirm away.
“Not so rough!” He pleaded, swallowing when Keith stared up at him with an intense smoke behind his eyes.
“If the bunny didn’t want rough,” He growled, claws digging into Shiro’s side and watching his head fall back, “He shouldn’t look so tasty.”
Keith released him with a soft pop. Shiro’s skin bloomed red, wet with saliva and swollen from his tormented nipple. Just the sight of it had Keith rocking down a little firmer, hands twitching with need.
Patience. Shiro wasn’t a two penny street boy. He was a gemstone, a previous thing that was Keith’s and Keith’s alone. Keith moved onto the right nipple and swallowed some of the excess saliva threatening to drip down his chin.
“How come you’re s-so riled up?” Shiro whispered. “Even with the… the clothes. You-fffuuck!” His eyes rolled back as Keith’s teeth sunk into his chest again, bullying Shiro’s sensitive plush like a dog with a chew toy.
“I haven’t fucked you in thirteen days, Shirogane, don’t you bullshit me about being riled up.” It was a vicious snarl, one Keith hadn’t been intending to make. But worth it for the way Shiro shivered and bit his plush bottom lip.
“Really?” It was a whisper. “You counted?”
“Obviously. It’s you.”
Keith looked up in time to catch the breathless expression on his husband's face. Like Shiro was surprised to still be so desperately wanted. He’d have to fix that.
“Keith, I-”
“Shut up. Not now. Just let me appreciate you.”
Shiro cracked a wry little smile, groaning with pleasure when Keith sucked a little hickey into his chest.
“Yes, Sir.”
Keith grinned. “Atta boy.” He moved down, sliding off of Shiro until he was kneeling between his legs. Good thing they had such a massive sofa for Snuggling And Kosmo Purposes, or else one of them would be hanging off by now. Keith treated himself to a handful of plush thigh, using his grip to push upwards and display Shiro like a main course prize. He shuddered underneath him.
But Keith didn’t move again. He dug his claws in to hear Shiro sigh, kept his legs spread and those fantastic panties on display.
“Keith?” Shiro finally asked. His lips were red from kisses, matching the splotchy marks left over his chest.
Keith shook his head.
“You wanted to talk so damn bad, didn’t you? Now you get to beg.”
Shiro’s eyes went wide. But Keith wasn’t backing down. This was half of the challenge, getting Shiro to admit he had actual human desires. Getting him to not only accept the affection, but ask for it. It was a special kind of torment he knew his husband needed.
“I can’t. “
“You can.”
“Keith…”
“You can. I know you can. You’re not getting what you want until you do.”
Shiro groaned and his head lolled back. Keith was determined to ignore both of their aching cocks for as long as it took. But Shiro needed a little treat-just enough to convince him that being a good boy and asking nicely was actually a fantastic idea. So Keith slid his knee forwards and let Shiro rock his lips down against it, tiny little motions like rabbit thrusts.
“Too proud to beg… but not too proud to grind on me? Just let me spoil you.”
“I can’t help it!” Shiro protested. His cock was pressing against the panties, thoroughly trapped by the well designed lace. Keith’s knee didn’t even reach his cock, but Shiro was desperate anyway, taking little gasps of air and straining to roll his hips down.
Keith dug his claws in a little harder. “This is all you get, Takashi. All you’ve got to do is ask. When was the last time you came under me, huh? Don’t you miss it?”
“So much.” Shiro’s walls broke with a desperate whisper, his nails scabbling helplessly at the leather sofa. “Please, Keith.”
“Please what?” It was mean. It wasn’t even necessary, Shiro had already started begging, he was being so good and it would be so cruel. Keith reached out, grabbed one of the clamps, and pulled. He watched as Shiro spasmed, a gasping sobbing cry filling their home.
“Keeith-mnhg, nnfg, ahh, ffuck fuck fuck! Please! Fuck me! I can’t take it anymore, I miss you so much, I need you in me, I’m so empty-”
Their lips crashed together again. Shiro writhed underneath him, their tongues clashing.
“I’ll buy you more.” He gasped, before taking a handful of lacey panties and shredding them off. He kissed Shiro again and got himself a handful of cock before there could be any protest, pulling and twisting his wrist. Shiro groaned.
“Where’s the goddamn lube?” Keith said it more to himself than his addled partner, who looked more cock-focused than safe sex focused.
“Don’t need it.” Shiro promised. His hair was mussed, a platinum halo around him as he smiled dopily up at Keith.
“Hah? Don’t need… oh, you wonderful sexy bunny.” Keith leaned back, and lo and behold, Shiro’s hole was already wet with lube. He reached down, easily sunking his thumb inside and listening to Shiro’s little sigh of pleasure.
“Keith, baby, please, no more teasing. I need you to fuck me now.”
“You think you can take it?” Keith leaned up, pressing little kisses to the edges of Shiro’s slack jawed mouth. Shiro nodded.
“Anything. Anything you give me, I want, Keith please.” It was reedy and desperate and longing. Keith’s cock was freed from his trousers in seconds.
Keith fumbled to grip his cock and shift closer, pressing to Shiro’s hole and encouraged by every needy whine spilling from his lips.
“Ready?”
Their lips brushed together. Keith could see the oversensitivity rocking into Shiro already, his eyes hazed and his chest bucking with each press against Keith’s shirt.
“Please.” He said instead. It was the final plea that Keith needed to push forwards, sliding into Shiro with a filthy wet squelch. They both groaned.
Keith took a moment just to pant, held up by his arms either side of Shiro’s head. He missed this. Missed it like you’d miss having air to breathe, the kind of agonising craving that made you want until you were sick. Keith huffed through each wave of feeling. The tight pressure around his cock, the heat like he was fucking into goddamn lava. Perfect, hot, wet, everything Keith had craved.
He blinked through the haze to look down at his husband
If Keith was overwhelmed, Shiro was fucking wrecked.
His mouth was hanging open, drool down his chin and a fucked out expression over his face. His face had a deep flush that followed down his neck and to his chest, showing off each hickey and bite mark Keith had lavished him with. Nipples still trapped in their clamps, Shiro kept making tiny little gasps for air. Keith watched that fantastically thick cock twitch and drool, droplets of pre-cum already forming a little puddle that spilled down his belly.
“You’re so pretty.”
Keith leaned down, trapping Shiro’s cock between them and lifting his shaking thigh for a better angle.
“You can take it. Come on, pretty bunny. Let me make you feel good.”
Shiro blinked and forced himself to have some semblance of sense. Keith could practically see him picking his brain cells back up.
“Uh huh.”
“Baby?”
“Mnn…”
Keith smiled. He pressed a little kiss to the side of Shiro’s open mouth, adjusting his grip before he started to rock.
Shiro came alive.
Crying out, he arched his back, wrapping his arms around Keith and clinging to him with a near painful and mostly pleasurable grip. Keith rocked his hips in smooth thrusts, forcing himself in and out of Shiro’s messy hole.
“Good boy.” He panted, pressing kiss after kiss into Shiro’s neck as his husband practically mewled with pleasure. “You want more? Faster?”
“Yes! More! More, baby, please!”
Keith obliged. He hoisted Shiro’s leg higher and slammed himself inside, his body alight with the ecstacy of Shiro pulsing around him and crying out. God, Keith had missed this. He dreamed of Shiro’s tight hole and sweet lips, the way he shivered and squirmed like the pleasure was too much to be contained in his body. His cock was spasming with little blurts of pre-cum, swollen and practically begging for Keith to spoil it.
“God, fuck, your body is heavenly.” Keith groaned, pushing deeper and relishing the strangled moan coming from beneath him. “I want to fuck you forever. Keep you speared on my cock until you can’t take it anymore. But even then, you’ll be a good boy for me, won’t you? You’re my good little boy.”
“Yes!” Shiro cried, sending white hot sparks of pleasure down Keith’s back as his nails dragged and his palm…
His prosthetic started to heat up. Keith was treated to the duel motions, of Shiro’s sharp nails and hot body and hotter hand, and it was so teasingly painful he shuddered with it.
“Umnf, ffu-uck..” Shiro slurred, toes curling in one of the telltale signs Keith looked for every time they fucked.
“Did I get your prostate, baby?” As if it hasn’t been entirely deliberate. Shiro looked like he’d been gettting fucked for hours, blinking through the haze to look up at Keith. He opened his mouth to speak.
Keith thrust again, nailing the spot and listening as whatever words Shiro planned on using dissolved into another desperate cry of pleasure.
With a sadistic grin, Keith started to deliberately slam into that spot, eyes alight as Shiro moaned and begged. He was so perfect. A work of art that Keith wanted to spend every day of his life worshipping. Shiro would never feel like Keith wasn’t utterly obsessed with him.
“Keith! Keith, Keith, Keith, mnnf-” Shiro babbled, echoing Keith’s name like a prayer to the gods.
“I’m right here, baby.” His voice was rough, pulled tight from the need washing over them both. Shiro just whined again, his head falling back and displaying the new bouquet of hickies that Keith left.
“I’m gonna cum.” He admitted. Keith gave a rough laugh, pressing their foreheads together. Their lips brushed together in something more than the fiery pleasure they were sharing. The same warm comfort they shared every morning and every night. The promise that they were there for each other, and they weren’t going anywhere.
“Cum for me.” Keith demanded, “I want you to make a mess of yourself, angel. Then I’m gonna lick it up and make you cum again, and again.”
Shiro’s eyes rolled back. Keith nuzzled into the underside of his chin, relishing every moment of sweetness as he pulled his husband apart and put him together again.
“I love you, Takashi.”
Later, Shiro would insist that he had already been on the edge. That he was coming anyway, Keith had good timing, and there was no chance he had done something as sappy as what Keith insisted he did. But in that moment, in that split of pleasure and love and passion, Shiro didn’t come to the filthy promises spilling from Keith’s lips. He didn’t come to the blunt cockhead bullying into his prostate.
He heard Keith’s confessional, and he screamed, covering both their bellies in messy streaks of cum.
Keith followed him off the edge with a groan, filling Shiro with hot spunk and pressing kiss after kiss to his neck. Staining the pale skin with hickies, with little reminders of Keith’s adoration.
They stayed in that position, panting against each other and sharing wet little kisses as they came down from a raging boil to a gentle simmer.
Unfortunately, Keith could not stop time forever. The kisses started to slow, and Keith slid out with a soft groan.
“Keith?”
Keith raised his eyebrow. He watched Shiro for a moment, kissing him on the cheek again. Shiro’s eyes were still closed.
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry.”
Keith made to sit up, but Shiro tightened his grip, forcing them to stay snuggled up in their own little corner of the universe.
“Why are you sorry?”
“For not telling you. You didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t… I don’t want you to think I don’t care about you. I do. So, so much. My body-”
“Is perfect.” Keith interrupted, catching Shiro in another slow worshipping kiss. “How you look doesn’t determine how much we love each other. It means I’m doing a pretty damn good job at making you comfortable, so I think we’re doing great.”
Shiro opened his eyes, staring at Keith with tear filled stormy grey. Keith stared back.. “I believe you now. “
“Good. Now, what site did you say this outfit was from? I think they deserve some extra patronage.”