[ keith feels a strong wave of pride swelling up from deep in him as he traces his thumb over the teethmarks on the photo, over the angry red lines left behind by his blunt nails. ]
you better not apologize. i had a lot of fun last night.
could always look into buying a plug the next time we're out at the space mall, or maybe synth one up from one of the machines on the castle; if it can make weapons, it shouldn't be too hard to make something similar to silicon.
glad i know that now before i tried to surprise you with anything. me, either. it was bad enough having to make sure that the medical supplies/lubricant i took from the infirmary weren't going to be something either of us were allergic to.
i don't know, honestly. i'd be willing to try, depending on who it was. i've never really considered anything like that before, but if it's something you're interested in, we can look into it.
we don't have to if you're not up for it. it's just a thing. if you're not sure about it, it can wait. if your gut feeling tells you no, we can do something else.
i mean, hey. i'm filthy enough about how much i want you, shiro. we'll find something you'll never get enough of.
let me know who you're thinking about, or maybe if we find somewhere that there's no one who knows us as paladins, but is still private? i'd be willing to try. i'll let you know if it's too much.
but honestly, shiro. i'm just as addicted to you. the way your cock feels in me, and on me - when you're fucking my throat and holding me down, that's when i feel the most at peace sometimes. you take such good care of me.
see, you say you're not good at this stuff but you're still better than me.
and you do take good care of me. you know that, right? every time i come to you and ask you to do things to me, for me, you do. you don't ever judge or mock it. i'm lucky to have you. the blade and voltron are lucky to have you.
sorry, i know that's supposed to be a sexy text, but i want to make sure you know that.
are you hard right now? are you thinking of me on my knees, shiro?
me, between your legs while you're leaning about the wall in the hallway, and it's just your zipper that's open. i'm mouthing over your slacks and briefs, sucking you through the cotton.
or maybe - how long is the conference table? think it can hold my weight?
where are you right now, huh? are you at a blade meeting? is that why you mentioned that, earlier? are you imagining one of them watching you get off? or imagining one of them watch while you're mouthing at my cock through my slacks?
it could hold your weight, but maybe i'd rather put you over my knee for distracting me while i'm supposed to be working.
i'm watching a blade suit up, yeah. he's shaped like you too. broad shoulders, strong chest, fuckable arms. we were partnered up for sparring earlier, and he slammed me down hard on the floor.
i thought of you.
he had me pinned in an arm lock and i cried out not because i was in pain. i was thinking of you and how you fucked into me last night. i think he could smell you on me, come to think of it. i could feel him staring where my bruises are.
god, shiro. you could throw me down on the floor in a room full of strangers and spread me open on your cock and i'll just beg you for more.
is that what you want? someone else with me, bigger than you, holding you down making you take whatever we want to give you?
or is it the idea of people watching you and knowing how you're gagging for it at any given moment? or both?
i miss you too. when do you come back?
[ also, fuck, it. he's in private. he snaps a quick photo of himself; he's not wearing slacks, but the tight, almost faux-leather leggings that he's taken to wearing with armor in the knees. He's got himself unzipped, a Galra hand cupping his cock through the dark line of his briefs. ]
[ he's breathing through his teeth with the first two texts, thighs drawing close together as keith palms over his length. the hushed gasp of a laughter gets swallowed up by the cool silence of the room, the tiles echoing keith's pleased hum when he drags his nails along the inside of a thigh. he doesn't care to be gentle with himself; just the thought of shiro fucking him open in front of the blades has him stirring with almost no help at all.
the picture that comes through not even a second later, though? that has keith swearing out loud. ]
both. i want both, shiro. i want you to take me while i'm held down by someone else, and i want you to make me beg you to touch me. i'd do anything you tell me to do.
[ attempting a quick snapshot takes more patience than keith has right now, so video it is; the clip shiro gets is a little blurry, and part of the frame is fuzzed out by a finger. but the intent is clear, if not the image focals - and should keith's hand around his own cock not be explicit enough, the way he's calling for shiro should be. ]
[ part of him knows that it's mean to do this; after all, Keith's likely around people but it feels a little good to get back at him and if there's anything Keith's good at, it's drawing out Shiro's competitive side. He palms himself idly while waiting for a text back and once he gets it, draws himself out, strokes lazily over himself. ]
yeah, i know. you don't ever get to see it when you get like that, but it's gorgeous, watching you beg for what you want. watching you take whatever i give you because we both know you can handle it.
maybe that's what we should do first. get in front of a mirror.
[ He can do that, at the very least. He strips off his pants down to his knees and kneels in front of the mirror in his room, sending a quick video of him jerking himself off, sighing Keith's name in response. ]
[ the first thought keith has when the video finishes its first loop is, i should've stayed in the showers a little longer. the showers— keith walks briskly into the farthest stall and locks the door behind him, finally letting himself slide down the cool (and thankfully dry) tile. there's a ledge under the shower head, which keith correctly figured is for a foothold, but for his short size it serves decently as a bench.
his thighs fall open as he sits, and with the video still looping, keith tucks one leg up - he's splayed wide open like this. slipping his free hand down to take himself in hand, keith starts a slow rhythm, pumping himself in teasing strokes. he can't fool himself into thinking it's shiro's hand - his fingers are too lean, too fine-boned.
he's gone from zero to sixty and it makes keith whine against the meat of his arm, makes him bite into the muscle. ]
i wanna see the way your cock does down my throat i wanna see how you'll take me apart with your hands on my neck hold me open at the knees and fuck me with your fingers or your cock or anything you want
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i'd apologize but you'd know i wouldn't really mean it.
[ He sends a quick two photos of his own; the teethmarks that left a bruise in his shoulder, the scratches down his back. ]
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you better not apologize. i had a lot of fun last night.
i'm still cleaning out, you know.
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cleaning out what?
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typing this out is ridiculous, can i just say that?
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it's kind of a nice thought, though. knowing you're walking around messy because of me.
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i was sitting through the debrief with my thighs pressed together because i could still feel you in me.
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kind of not keen on having my sex life out there for the team to gawk at
unless you're into that?
we haven't really done it with an audience yet
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i need better expressions jesus
maybe one of the blades, if you're comfortable with the idea. i think about enough times during mission briefs to keep myself occupied.
lmao i need to redo my icons bc all of these are from that same ep basically
hi5 us
i mean, hey. i'm filthy enough about how much i want you, shiro. we'll find something you'll never get enough of.
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you mean, besides you?
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but honestly, shiro. i'm just as addicted to you. the way your cock feels in me, and on me - when you're fucking my throat and holding me down, that's when i feel the most at peace sometimes. you take such good care of me.
i want to do the same for you too.
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and you do take good care of me. you know that, right? every time i come to you and ask you to do things to me, for me, you do. you don't ever judge or mock it. i'm lucky to have you. the blade and voltron are lucky to have you.
sorry, i know that's supposed to be a sexy text, but i want to make sure you know that.
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i'm gonna cradle you and call you precious and comb your hair, later.
and then if you're up for it i could eat you out?
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i.o.u one text about how much i want your go down on you for hours, how much i love the taste of your come in my mouth or your hole around my cock.
also: yes. absolutely, any time.
you're lucky i just got out of meetings or i'd have to wait til everyone else left to get out from behind the table.
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me, between your legs while you're leaning about the wall in the hallway, and it's just your zipper that's open. i'm mouthing over your slacks and briefs, sucking you through the cotton.
or maybe - how long is the conference table? think it can hold my weight?
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it could hold your weight, but maybe i'd rather put you over my knee for distracting me while i'm supposed to be working.
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i thought of you.
he had me pinned in an arm lock and i cried out not because i was in pain. i was thinking of you and how you fucked into me last night. i think he could smell you on me, come to think of it. i could feel him staring where my bruises are.
god, shiro. you could throw me down on the floor in a room full of strangers and spread me open on your cock and i'll just beg you for more.
i miss you already.
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or is it the idea of people watching you and knowing how you're gagging for it at any given moment? or both?
i miss you too. when do you come back?
[ also, fuck, it. he's in private. he snaps a quick photo of himself; he's not wearing slacks, but the tight, almost faux-leather leggings that he's taken to wearing with armor in the knees. He's got himself unzipped, a Galra hand cupping his cock through the dark line of his briefs. ]
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the picture that comes through not even a second later, though? that has keith swearing out loud. ]
both. i want both, shiro. i want you to take me while i'm held down by someone else, and i want you to make me beg you to touch me. i'd do anything you tell me to do.
[ attempting a quick snapshot takes more patience than keith has right now, so video it is; the clip shiro gets is a little blurry, and part of the frame is fuzzed out by a finger. but the intent is clear, if not the image focals - and should keith's hand around his own cock not be explicit enough, the way he's calling for shiro should be. ]
Fuck, Shiro, let me see you.
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yeah, i know. you don't ever get to see it when you get like that, but it's gorgeous, watching you beg for what you want. watching you take whatever i give you because we both know you can handle it.
maybe that's what we should do first. get in front of a mirror.
[ He can do that, at the very least. He strips off his pants down to his knees and kneels in front of the mirror in his room, sending a quick video of him jerking himself off, sighing Keith's name in response. ]
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his thighs fall open as he sits, and with the video still looping, keith tucks one leg up - he's splayed wide open like this. slipping his free hand down to take himself in hand, keith starts a slow rhythm, pumping himself in teasing strokes. he can't fool himself into thinking it's shiro's hand - his fingers are too lean, too fine-boned.
he's gone from zero to sixty and it makes keith whine against the meat of his arm, makes him bite into the muscle. ]
i wanna see the way your cock does down my throat
i wanna see how you'll take me apart with your hands on my neck
hold me open at the knees and fuck me with your fingers or your cock or anything you want
god shiro
call me, i want to hear
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