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
[ It's been too long since he's seen Keith, let alone done anything with him, for him, to him. Shiro rests his weight back onto the backs of his feet and adjusts his grip on the communicator while he waits for Keith's response. When the text comes, he reads it twice, feels his cheeks flushing in response.
Calling -- calling is good. He can't see anything like that but he can hear him and that's enough. There's a part of him that points out this is an unsecured line but it's not like they're discussing secrets. If the Galra overhear this, well. Good for them.
Gingerly, he rises up and strips out of his pants the rest of the way, going to flop on his back onto the bed as he dials, sighing as his fingers curl around himself when it connects. ]
Baby.
[ It's a low, warm murmur into the phone as he starts jerking himself off again, thighs spread, fingers tight around his dick as he strokes. ]
Where are you right now? Bedroom? I can't imagine you doing this around anyone else, but that's also a nice thought. Putting on a show for whoever you were looking at earlier.
[ A pause, breath hitching when he slides his fingers down, cups his balls. ]
I'm glad we're doing this and not texting, anyway. Hard to type with one phone. Harder to figure out how many ways to say I miss you, I miss having being fucked by you, via text.
[ baby, shiro answers him with, and keith keens at the tone of the word, sent off into a spiral of spitfire want that for one brilliantly frozen second it hurts. ]
I'm in the showers, [ keith replies, pitching the words low, practically purring them out. ] I don't think I'll be alone for too long.
Shiro, I'm still wet around the ears, i don't care. I've been pushing at the bruises you left me, I keep wishing it's you doing it. Leaving marks on me until they stay permanent on me.
[ he doesn't understand slowing down. doesn't understand taking a moment to breathe and recalibrate, to assess what is and what isn't before diving in headfirst. that's not how keith works - he burns, he cuts through air, he razes the earth with every inch of his body. he doesn't know any other way to be - and it's the same with shiro. keith's desire for him goes beyond the simple carnal.
keith wants to be owned, for shiro to cage in the beasts that live in between his bones.
they're on speaker. fuck it. he needs both of his hands, needs one hand to fuck into and one hand to fuck onto. ]
Anyone could walk in right now and they'll find me fingerfucking myself to the sound of your voice. That's what you do to me.
[ He'd stare at the calendar if it didn't mean that he'd have to shut the call down to pull it up on his phone. Not fair, he thinks a little morosely. Keith will be back (home-- he'll be home--) soon and then that will be that, they'll be able to see each other. Even if Keith doesn't think of the castle as home, necessarily, they'll see each other again. He'll make Keith make that noise not because of a breathed out word over the comms but because he's touching him, wringing those noises out of him. ]
I know. I know, I do too. Every time I lay down I feel those scratches on my back but they're healing and you'll have to make new ones next time you're back here again.
[ Missing Keith isn't exactly helping with his erection, though, so he focuses on the sound of his voice, the way he talks, tries to figure out how close he is to orgasm based on that. His own fingers curl tighter near the head, sweeping over it in a long, slow pull, palm grazing on the downstroke. Another sigh breathed into the phone and he's hyper aware of how big the bed seems without Keith. ]
Thought about what you said earlier, about my hand, mmh, on your throat. Maybe someone walks in to shower and that's how I keep you quiet when I'm the one fingerfucking you. What are you gonna do if someone walks in on you right now?
[ keith's gotten used to using spit as lubricant, and that's exactly what he does -the phone picks up the sound of him sucking on his fingers, and the wet pop of him dragging them out, wetting his lips. he's impatient the way a fire is impatient - so eager to cut a swathe through anything it could set upon, and in keith's case it's the growing need to be filled. two fingers are pushed in, keith giving himself a single teasing touch before pressing on. the quiet shck of his fingers easing him open is loud against the tile walls, and for a few seconds it's the only sound keith makes. wanton sighing and the wet sound of him fucking himself. ]
Maybe I'll beg, [ he gasps, as he works himself open a little more. ] Maybe I'll— ah!— I'll get them to take a shine on me, and they'll unsheathe, you know — god, adult Galra have stiff ridges, Shiro — maybe they'll be sweet on me and fold me in half on the floor, and you'll get to listen to them fucking me open while I'm begging for you.
[ keith chokes on a shout, both at the scenario and at his fingers brushing that bundle of nerves that make him feel so good. he can't quite get there, the way he's sitting, can't really get there with his fingers alone. ]
I've got my fingers in me and they're nothing like yours, Shiro. I can't— It's not enough.
[ It's a throaty sigh as he listens to the sound of Keith's fingers in his mouth (one? Two? God-- God) and imagines his lips wrapped around them, tongue wetting them. The quiet, wet pop and then he can hear it when Keith pushes them into himself. Hears the noises he makes - the noises that makes and his head thunks back against the headboard before he catches himself.
This is just dirty talk, he assumes, but there's a niggling feeling that maybe, he wouldn't mind this. He trusts Keith. If Keith wanted someone to get him off during those long times where they don't see each other for months, he doesn't think he'd mind that. Not as long as he knew the details - not if he got calls like this. But then again, he understands if it isn't. Too much thinking he reminds himself and squeezes his balls just shy of too tight, the pained little hiss escaping him. ]
On the ground because you can't even wait to get to a bedroom. Maybe he'd just shove your thighs up to your ears and fuck you open on his cock.
[ He spits into his palm and slicks it, jerking himself off a little harder, tighter. ]
I know, I know, baby. Can you hold the phone with your shoulder and jerk yourself off for me?
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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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Calling -- calling is good. He can't see anything like that but he can hear him and that's enough. There's a part of him that points out this is an unsecured line but it's not like they're discussing secrets. If the Galra overhear this, well. Good for them.
Gingerly, he rises up and strips out of his pants the rest of the way, going to flop on his back onto the bed as he dials, sighing as his fingers curl around himself when it connects. ]
Baby.
[ It's a low, warm murmur into the phone as he starts jerking himself off again, thighs spread, fingers tight around his dick as he strokes. ]
Where are you right now? Bedroom? I can't imagine you doing this around anyone else, but that's also a nice thought. Putting on a show for whoever you were looking at earlier.
[ A pause, breath hitching when he slides his fingers down, cups his balls. ]
I'm glad we're doing this and not texting, anyway. Hard to type with one phone. Harder to figure out how many ways to say I miss you, I miss having being fucked by you, via text.
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I'm in the showers, [ keith replies, pitching the words low, practically purring them out. ] I don't think I'll be alone for too long.
Shiro, I'm still wet around the ears, i don't care. I've been pushing at the bruises you left me, I keep wishing it's you doing it. Leaving marks on me until they stay permanent on me.
[ he doesn't understand slowing down. doesn't understand taking a moment to breathe and recalibrate, to assess what is and what isn't before diving in headfirst. that's not how keith works - he burns, he cuts through air, he razes the earth with every inch of his body. he doesn't know any other way to be - and it's the same with shiro. keith's desire for him goes beyond the simple carnal.
keith wants to be owned, for shiro to cage in the beasts that live in between his bones.
they're on speaker. fuck it. he needs both of his hands, needs one hand to fuck into and one hand to fuck onto. ]
Anyone could walk in right now and they'll find me fingerfucking myself to the sound of your voice. That's what you do to me.
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I know. I know, I do too. Every time I lay down I feel those scratches on my back but they're healing and you'll have to make new ones next time you're back here again.
[ Missing Keith isn't exactly helping with his erection, though, so he focuses on the sound of his voice, the way he talks, tries to figure out how close he is to orgasm based on that. His own fingers curl tighter near the head, sweeping over it in a long, slow pull, palm grazing on the downstroke. Another sigh breathed into the phone and he's hyper aware of how big the bed seems without Keith. ]
Thought about what you said earlier, about my hand, mmh, on your throat. Maybe someone walks in to shower and that's how I keep you quiet when I'm the one fingerfucking you. What are you gonna do if someone walks in on you right now?
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[ keith's gotten used to using spit as lubricant, and that's exactly what he does -the phone picks up the sound of him sucking on his fingers, and the wet pop of him dragging them out, wetting his lips. he's impatient the way a fire is impatient - so eager to cut a swathe through anything it could set upon, and in keith's case it's the growing need to be filled. two fingers are pushed in, keith giving himself a single teasing touch before pressing on. the quiet shck of his fingers easing him open is loud against the tile walls, and for a few seconds it's the only sound keith makes. wanton sighing and the wet sound of him fucking himself. ]
Maybe I'll beg, [ he gasps, as he works himself open a little more. ] Maybe I'll— ah!— I'll get them to take a shine on me, and they'll unsheathe, you know — god, adult Galra have stiff ridges, Shiro — maybe they'll be sweet on me and fold me in half on the floor, and you'll get to listen to them fucking me open while I'm begging for you.
[ keith chokes on a shout, both at the scenario and at his fingers brushing that bundle of nerves that make him feel so good. he can't quite get there, the way he's sitting, can't really get there with his fingers alone. ]
I've got my fingers in me and they're nothing like yours, Shiro. I can't— It's not enough.
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[ It's a throaty sigh as he listens to the sound of Keith's fingers in his mouth (one? Two? God-- God) and imagines his lips wrapped around them, tongue wetting them. The quiet, wet pop and then he can hear it when Keith pushes them into himself. Hears the noises he makes - the noises that makes and his head thunks back against the headboard before he catches himself.
This is just dirty talk, he assumes, but there's a niggling feeling that maybe, he wouldn't mind this. He trusts Keith. If Keith wanted someone to get him off during those long times where they don't see each other for months, he doesn't think he'd mind that. Not as long as he knew the details - not if he got calls like this. But then again, he understands if it isn't. Too much thinking he reminds himself and squeezes his balls just shy of too tight, the pained little hiss escaping him. ]
On the ground because you can't even wait to get to a bedroom. Maybe he'd just shove your thighs up to your ears and fuck you open on his cock.
[ He spits into his palm and slicks it, jerking himself off a little harder, tighter. ]
I know, I know, baby. Can you hold the phone with your shoulder and jerk yourself off for me?