(So...a certain monster fucker I know grumbled about the lack of anything particularly suited to Halloween on the list so I got the idea way back then to use the free day to write something more suited but figured Iâd chicken out...turns out I went for it anyway cos whatâs a monster fuck after tentacles, right? This month is all about writing new things after all...
In other words, Shiro is a fully wolfed out beast of a wolf on the full moon and not retaining much of himself, which Keith fully takes advantage of to get something heâs always wanted...so donât read this if thatâs not your thing)
Keith dug his fingers into the earth, body rocking with each powerful thrust of the beast behind him. The cock inside him was an agonising stretch, fucking into him fast and deep. Even after working himself up to it. But each thrust filled him so much the pressure brushing his prostate with each thrust was dizzying.
His cock hung heavy and dripping between his legs as he looked between them. He ached to reach back and touch himself but he was struggling just to keep himself up on two arms, heâd crumble trying to balance on just one. His whole body ached from the chase, he was surprised he still managed to keep his knees under him. Every thrust of the beast behind him threatened to send him sprawling onto his belly. It wouldnât be long until his arms gave out.
A feral growl sent a shiver down his spine, and he gasped as he felt sharp teeth nip at his side. Even though it was Shiro, he knew he wasnât truly safe. Not tonight. Not under the full moon when Shiro was lost completely to the curse. One wrong move and this might change from a fuck to something dangerous. The fear of it kept him on edge, and probably made his cock ache a little more even if he wanted to pretend otherwise.
When another growl sounded out, closer to his ear, Keith went tense. It was lower and more threatening than the first. Teeth pressed at his shoulder. Loud panting filled his ears and he slowly lowered his chest to the ground under the weight of the beastâs head.
The dirt ground was cold against his cheek, but hot pants across his neck kept him warm. The thick cock driving into him kept him almost unbearably hot inside. A wet nose brushed his ear and he closed his eyes and relaxed against the ground at the sound of a low whine, chest touching the earth but ass still up in the air.
Something started to change. The pace became frantic, each deep, punishing thrust forcing grunts and loud groans out of Keith, rocking him against the ground so hard he could feel small stones in the dirt digging into his face. Animal growls and pants filled the air, faster and faster, and then Keith felt it.
The knot.
It pressed at his rim with each thrust. That alone sent him over the edge, coming hard, digging his fingers and face into the earth and crying out so loud his throat felt raw. And still the knot pressed against his rim. Through the blinding, almost painful shock of continued pressure inside him, he felt his body strain to take it in.
He found himself babbling, begging. He wanted it. Heâd wanted it for months. Shiro would never knot him any other time he was turned, but tonight, under the full moon, he wasnât entirely Shiro anymore.
With weak and trembling arms, Keith pushed himself back against the next thrust. His rim stretched but not enough. He cried out and tried again. The pressure was extreme, it should have hurt like hell but it felt so good with that thick cock still filling him, that unending pressure against his prostate with each thrust. Pleasure and pain all at once in that way heâd always craved and was still urging Shiro to give him.
Sobbing against the dirt, Keith clawed at the ground. âCome on, you stupid beast! Knot me!â
With a low, angry snarl, the beast thrust forward so hard Keith moved across the ground, but it was in. Keith cried out soundlessly as it pushed past his rim, ramping up the pressure inside him to the point he could hardly breathe. When it pulled back against his rim, it didnât slip out again, the beast was thrusting too shallow now.
Keith panted into the dirt and sobbed through the white hot feeling of another orgasm coming far too soon after the last. It went on and on, stuffed so full with that cock and that knot that just kept swelling inside him. When the beast finally went rigid and howled, Keith sobbed and slumped against the ground, his knees finally giving up.
A heavy, hot body covered him, fur tickling skin that suddenly felt hyper sensitive. Keith twitched and moaned under it, ears full with the sound of itâs whining growls as it filled him. He could feel it, gushing into him. The pressure just kept building and building until, crushed under the weight of the beast, he could only breath in small, whimpering pants.
But it was unlike anything heâd felt before. Slumped against the ground, body stuffed so full and twitching uncontrollably, it was the best fuck of his life. It still felt good. He was still moaning, he realised, whimpering. If he had the energy left, heâd probably be rocking his ass back against it, desperately riding out the pleasure-pain that never seemed to end. Like he was suspended at the moment of orgasm and would be until the knot went down.
Fuck, he wanted that too. Wanted it and feared it. If it went on any long he might actually go mad from it.
The body on him shifted suddenly, and it jerked the knot against the inside of his rim. He cried out, sobbing at the sharp stab of pleasure-pain it brought. Suddenly afraid the beast might just try to tear it out of him, he went completely still.
But it didnât.
With a loud huff, the beast settled again, but less heavily. Like it was putting more weight on its legs where they framed his body. But he still felt it, thick fur and muscle along his entire back. It tingled and made him twitch and shiver still. Hot breath heated his shoulder and then teeth pressed against his skin. He tensed, even though his body kept twitching, even though he was still gasping and barely able to think clearly.
But the teeth let go a moment later and a hot, wet tongue lapped at his skin. Over his shoulder and across his neck. Keith groaned and closed his eyes as it swiped over his cheek. The beast whined and kept licking at the side of his face while he twitched under it. There was a thudding sound behind him, and he laughed before he could stop himself.
He knew that sound, the thump of a thick tail on the ground, and once the beast was Shiro again Keith was never going to let him hear the end of how heâd wagged his tale afterwards.
Keith/Kolivan | 964 words | Intoxicating...substance
(AO3 Link | Previous Days)
A/N: Okay, so, intoxicating come (literally), yeah I know, wtf, but once the idea was in my head...here we are. Totally ridiculous but after how depressing day 29 was...
Kolivanâs heavy breathing turns to a low rumble. A purr. Keith shifts restlessly on his knees as he bobs his head. The bumps and ridges on Kolivanâs cock catch and tug at his lips, tickle his throat. He slowly pumps what he canât fit in his mouth and throat and looks up at him.
The way Kolivanâs ears flatten tells him heâs close. Purring and flattening his ears, heâs dancing the edge even if he doesnât make much other sound. Even if heâs so in control he doesnât so much as twitch his hips.
A gentle hand slides into Keithâs hair and tries to tug him off.
Keith allows it just so he can speak. âI know youâre close,â he says, rubbing the bumps on the underside of his cock. âIâm not going to stop this time.â
The purr in Kolivanâs chest turns into a whine and Keith grins and rubs his cheek along the wet head of his cock. Heâs leaking heavily, a strong, sweet fluid that makes Keith feel a little light-headed. It made him laugh his ass off when they figured it out, that Kolivanâs ejaculate can quite literally intoxicate him. But since then, since he only had a small taste, Kolivanâs pulled him back again and again.
No more.
âI want it,â he says, licking up the sweet fluid and kissing the weeping head. âDonât stop me this time.â
âKeith,â Kolivan rumbles, smoothing his hair away from his face. Keith presses into his touch for a moment and then pulls away from it.
âThink how nice itâll be not to clean up a mess for once,â he says, smiling up at him.
Kolivan sighs and shakes his head. âThis is foolish, Keith.â
Keith rubs his cheek along his length, turning and kissing it, sucking on one of the bumps on the underside.
âYouâll take care of me after,â Keith sighs, imagining how nice that will be. He licks his way back to the head and laps up the fluid thatâs accumulated there. Really, heâd do this regardless of what it tasted like, but heâs still extremely pleased that tastes so good. âJust relax and let go.â
Kolivan makes a grumbling sound that quickly shifts into a purr in his chest as Keith takes him into his mouth again. Takes him in deep, until he can swallow around the head. He bobs his head and tastes more of the sweet fluid on his tongue as Kolivan purrs and gasps.
Itâs already having an effect. A warmth starting to spread through him like after heâs had a few. He moaned and pulls back to lap at the tip. More fluid leaks out and when he looks up, Kolivanâs ears are as flat as they go. The purr turns into a whine and Keith takes him in again just in time for it to flood his mouth.
He wants it all, but thereâs too much. It spills out and down his chin as he swallows desperately, the thick, strong taste of it pulling another moan from him. Kolivan shudders over him, resting a hand on Keithâs head. Keith looks up but Kolivan doesnât pull him back. He pants and keeps still, letting Keith suck and lick away all that he can, swallowing it down until his whole body starts to feel hot and heavy. Until the room is a little fuzzy and his thoughts dim like turning down the lights.
Heâs never had more than a little of his precome before, he didnât think it would hit him so fast.
When Kolivanâs cock stops pumping out the sweet, intoxicating fluid, Keith whines and pulls back. He licks around his lips and then wipes at his chin. When he licks it off his hands, Kolivan huffs and reaches down.
The room spins as Kolivan pulls him to his feet and Keith almost falls. Kolivan just sighs and picks him up. The motion makes Keith laugh until he notices how much closer he is to Kolivanâs face. He reaches out to rub Kolivanâs ears while Kolivanâs hands are too busy to stop him.
âI love how fluffy your ears are,â he says happily, rubbing his fingers through the silky fur.
Kolivan just sighs again and sets him down on the bed they had been too impatient to make it too. Keith reaches up and pulls him down, nuzzling at his cheek. Kolivan laughs in a low rumble, and then he nuzzles back, settling in beside him and running a hand down his chest.
When it wraps around Keithâs cock, he moans and arches off the bed. Heat washes through him and he closes his eyes and loses himself in it. The soft rasp of a tongue on his left nipple startles a whine out of him, and he pats around until he feels Kolivanâs braid. He wraps it around his hand and holds tight as Kolivan laps at his nipple and slowly tugs at his cock.
Warm and heavy and hazy, itâs hard to notice the build up. Everything feels incredible and hot, and it spills over him almost gently. He rolls his hips in the aftermath and tugs Kolivanâs braid until he moves up and kisses him. Kolivan mutters something about bad taste, but Keith keeps kissing him sloppily until his head feels too heavy for his neck.
He flops back and grins up at him.
Kolivan shakes his head and lifts his hand to lick it clean. Keith grimaces but still watches. It isnât like he hadnât done the same. When heâs finished, Kolivan tugs him into a comfortable position and curls around him.
âI hope that was worth the suffering Iâve heard comes after human intoxication,â he rumbles, nuzzling at Keithâs hair and sighing.
(This one is not so hot, it sort of accidentally became a prequel thingy for the one I wrote for Day 8 and so itâs not so happy...whoops but here it is anyway)
The door to the bathroom creaks open. Keith freezes, his heart in his throat. When the door clicks shut, he jumps a little. Hyper aware, he tracks the footsteps down the room towards his stall. They move into the one next to his and he tries to breathe slowly as he hears that door shut and lock.
The sound of a zipper makes him shiver. He canât believe heâs doing this.
In the silence, his breathing is too loud. But so is the other manâs. Getting louder, a rustling sound, and then a knock on the wall connecting their stalls.
Keith swallows hard and reaches out with a shaking hand. His returning knock is quiet, timid, and he steadies himself and knocks harder.
He tries not to look at the hole in the wall at first, but then gives up and stares. Waits. When a cock pushes through the hole, he breathes a sigh of relief to see itâs already hard and covered with a condom. Thatâs one less thing to worry about.
Heart hammering in his chest, he gets down onto his knees in front of it. He leans in before he remembers why the hell heâs doing this. What rumours had led him here.
He takes a steadying breath.
âPayment first.â
Thereâs a grumble from the other stall and the cock disappears from the hole. Keith holds his breath, his heart still frantically beating away. He locked his stall but still, heâs hyper aware of just how bad this could go. The man just walking off is the best case scenario.
Thereâs a rustle, and Keith thinks heâs doing up his pants before some tightly rolled notes are shoved through the hole. He takes them quickly and shoves them into the pocket of his jeans. Heâs not going to risk counting. He doesnât know what heâll do if thereâs not enough. Itâs not like he even knows what is enough, really.
The cock is fed through the hole again and he licks his lips and steadies himself.
Itâs not like he hasnât done this before. Even if it was only a few of times with James. Something theyâd never talked about and had still pretended wasnât going to happen again even though it did, right up until Keith got himself kicked out of the Garrison.
âHurry up,â the man growls through the wall.
Keith jumps and leans forward quickly. He grips the shaft near the wall and flicks his tongue out to lap at the head.
âFinally,â the man huffs, twitching his hips forward until he must be pressed flush against the wall.
Itâs not too bad, Keith thinks, as he curls his tongue around the head and slips his mouth over it. As long as he doesnât think too hard about who might be on the other side of that wall. Itâs a small town, and most people who frequent the bars are from the Garrison.
He closes his eyes tight and flattens his tongue under it, taking it deeper. He shouldnât. That should probably cost more, but it would make it end sooner. It always did for James at least. The man groans and Keith shudders. Itâs a totally foreign sound.
The only person heâs heard like this is James, and this man sounds nothing like James. It drives home the fact heâs kneeling in the bathroom of a seedy bar with a strangerâs dick in his mouth.
At that thought, he slides his mouth off before he can stop himself. He cringes at the sight of it in front of him, slick with his spit, but the man curses and Keith quickly tongues at the head, pretends that was intentional. That he was pulling back to tease.
He pumps the rest of the cock while he plays with the head. He needs a moment before he sticks it all the way in his mouth again.
Thank fuck the man is wearing a condom, he thinks to himself, wanting to gag from the idea of some strange man coming in his mouth.
Itâs a terrible moment to remember it, but his mind turns to James. The first time heâd taken him in his mouth James had come too quickly to give him warning. It was bad enough with someone he knew, but a stranger?
âSuck it already,â comes a hiss from the other stall. âIâm not paying you to jerk it!â
Keith grimaces and closes his eyes. He lets go and slides his mouth over it. He can do this. Theyâd made a competition out of it, he and James, and Keith had always been better. He can get almost right up against the stall. Itâs not that big of a cock, really, but heâs trying not to think too hard about it.
Thereâs a long groan from the other stall, and then the cock pulls back. Keith has just enough sense to lean back so he doesnât get choked when the man thrusts back in. This isnât what he wants at all, but he can take it, and really, itâll be over faster.
With eyes shut tight, he places himself closer to the wall and lets the man fuck his mouth and throat. Tries not to gag and choke, tries not to think about James and how he was always too scared to do this. Always had Keith hold his hips down. Stupid soft fool. An asshole in public but a total softie alone.
Keith growls to himself. Thinking about James is the worst thing he could be doing. He opens his eyes again, stares at the wall of the stall. Looks at the gross graffiti and disgusting smears. The man groans and fucks a bit faster. Keith gags a bit and then desperately tries to swallow with the right timing to get it down easier but gives up and tries to stay as relaxed as possible. Saliva is spilling down his chin and he wants to pull back and spit it out, wipe it away. But he stays where he is.
Heâs doing this. Heâs committed. He might as well do it well. This man might talk, others might come.
Keith might be able to eat for a few days.
He keeps his eyes shut tight and thinks about that.
Keith/Lance, Keith/Shiro, (mentioned Keith/James, Keith/Matt, talk of Keith/Kolivan) | 1,322 words | Safeword use
(AO3 Link | Previous Days)
âYou need to come, donât you?â Lance said, wiping damp hair away from Keithâs face.
Keith nodded, pulling himself up off Shiro and then sitting down right beside him.
âHey, why is your ass on the floor?â Lance tutted. âItâs of no use there.â
Keithâs cheeks were red as he leaned forward and balanced on wobbly arms, lifting his ass up so they could all see. Lance reached over and grabbed both cheeks, spreading him further. Keith made a low sound. Lance watched his rim twitch to try and hold in what was spilling from him.
By the time Shiro found his feet Keith had lowered his upper body, folding his arms on the ground to hide his face in them.
âHow was he?â Lance asked Shiro, tracing around Keithâs puffy rim with the tip of one finger. âThink heâs earned an orgasm yet?â
Shiro looked him over. Keith hiding his face meant he was feeling completely humiliated, but he wasnât near his limit yet and they both knew it. He could see Shiro thinking through the options, taking in the way Keithâs cock was hanging heavy between his legs.
âNo,â Shiro said slowly. âHe can do better. And after that mess of a mission today, he better. Then at least heâd have been good for something today.â
Keith whined against his arms and clenched down as Lance slipped two fingers into him. âWho should use you next?â Lance asked slowly, looking around. âJames is hard again. No surprise there.â
Across the room, James sucked in a sharp inhale, eyes fixed on Lanceâs fingers working in and out Keithâs ass. He was still new to this, but so far he hadnât broken any rules, and the fact he got hard again so fast was very helpful. Matt was less helpful, and was already dozing off next to him.
âNo, I think someone should fetch Kolivan,â Shiro said quietly. Keith jerked back against Lanceâs fingers.
Lance looked at Shiro sharply. âIâm not sure Kolivan would be interested.â
Shiro met his gaze steadily. âA hole to be fucked is a hole to be fucked. Iâm sure he can get some use out of Keith. Let him take a look and decide for himself.â
Lance stopped moving his fingers, but Keith rocked back against them with a low moan.
Shiroâs cheeks were flushed, but he looked like he was going to make a stand on this. His jaw was tense, posture rigid. Lance looked him over and raised an eyebrow. Clearly he knew something Lance didnât.
âI donât know,â he said slowly. âItâs one thing to get a free fuck, but from Keith? Kolivan trained him to be a warrior, do you really think he wants to see him like this? Ass up and leaking? Moaning pitifully for a dick to fill him?â
Keithâs breathing hitched on a low whine and he fucked back harder on Lanceâs fingers. It made Lance ache, but he couldnât believe he didnât know about this. Everything else, sure, Keithâs kink for being used was almost normal now, but Kolivan? Keith had kept that locked up tight.
âHeâs just a few rooms down the hall,â Shiro said softly.
Across the room, James was starting to jerk off. Lance shot him a sharp look and he stopped with a grimace.
Lance pulled his fingers free, ignoring Keithâs resulting whine. He tapped the back of his shoulder. âUp.â
Keith pushed his upper body off the ground until he was upright on his knees. He kept his head down and Lance tutted and grabbed his chin to lift it, making sure to use the fingers heâd had inside him so he could feel what a mess he was. His face was scarlet, but he met Lanceâs gaze when he made him.
âHow about that?â Lance asked, watching him closely. âShall we bring Kolivan in? Let him come and see you on your knees with a dick in each end? James is ready to go again, and I havenât had my turn yet. Shall we let him see what youâre good for after that fuck up today? What he can use you for after that wasted training?â
Keith inhaled sharply and dropped his eyes to the floor again.
âYouâd earn it then,â Lance continued, letting go of Keithâs chin and dropping a hand to his neglected cock. âTaking Matt and James and Shiro, and then Kolivan? Definitely making up for that shit you pulled on the mission today.â
The sounds coming out of Keithâs mouth were beyond arousal. Turned on and shamed at once, he was approaching his limit. Lance could hear it coming. Keith wanted it all right, but Kolivan was still his superior and mentor in the Blades. It had taken him long enough to let Shiro see him like this, they werenât going to get there in one night. Shiro was pushing things a little too far. But then, he clearly knew more about this than Lance.
âJames, get over here,â he said, loving the way James scrambled at the order in his tone.
âNo,â Keith moaned softly. âI canât...he wonât...â
Shiro met Lanceâs gaze. No safeword yet. He bit his lip and considered pushing. James hovered nearby. Even new to this, he could tell something was going on and held back.
âDo you want Kolivan to see you like this?â Shiro asked. âBeing used by all of us? Getting us all off and waiting patiently for your reward? Has he ever seen you so obedient? So patient? Do you think heâd like it?â
Keith shuddered and nodded, closing his eyes and letting his head drop forward. Lance looked at Shiro with wide eyes. Well shit.
Shiro looked back at him knowingly, then he reached out and brushed the back of his hand along Keithâs face.
âIâll put some pants on and go get him then.â
Keith made a low whining sound and reached out lightning fast to grab Shiroâs wrist. âReâYellow.â
James backed away before anyone even had to tell him, and Lance took Keithâs face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together.
âRed or yellow, Keith?â he asked gently.
Keith breathed slowly for a few moments, pushing his forehead back against Lanceâs with equal pressure. âRed.â
âOkay,â Lance said. âShiroâs not going anywhere, heâs gonna stay right here. Okay?â
Keith nodded, rubbing their foreheads together. Lance sighed and bumped their noses. âThank you for being honest. You know we never want you to hold back when weâve gone too far.â
Shiro slowly dropped to his knees by Keithâs side. âWhatâs our next move, Keith?â
Keith had his eyes closed tight. âI donât...I want...â
Lance peeked down and saw that he was still hard. He hadnât flagged even a little. Shiro was right, that was totally a thing for him. Kolivan seeing him like this, or at least, the idea of Kolivan seeing him like this. Just like Shiro.
âTake your time, use your words,â he said gently. âNone of that mullet-head monosyllabic grunting shit.â
Keith snorted softly and tension in the room lessened. âI want to get off,â he said firmly.
Shiro dipped his head down and kissed his shoulder. âHow do you want it? Do you want to be alone with Lance? We can all leave if you want.â
Keith shook his head. His face was still red and he was avoiding their eyes again. He pulled away and then turned. Lance held his breath when Keith braced on his hands and knees.
âGreen,â Keith said softly, before he dropped down onto his forearms and pushed his ass up a bit higher.
Lance inhaled slowly, and then exhaled just as slow. âYou sure? So soon after a red light?â
No one moved while Keith took the same slow breaths.
âI havenât earned it yet,â he finally said.
Lance closed his eyes and swallowed hard. Shit, Keith never failed to surprise and impress.
âJames, get over here,â he said. âLetâs give Keith another chance to earn it.â
Kinktober Day 27 - Exhibitionism/Voyeurism + Up against a wall
Lance/Matt/Shiro | 587 words
(AO3 Link | Previous Days)
Lance could hear them before he rounded the corner. It gave him enough warning to slow down and soften his steps. Soft gasps and the slick sounds of sex were loud in the otherwise quiet hallway. As he reached the corner, he stopped and listened.
A moan was cut off and muffled, and he peered around the corner.
Shiro had Matt up against the wall, legs over his arms as he rolled his hips and fucked into him. They were kissing, Mattâs arms looped tight around Shiroâs shoulders. He was still moaning into the kiss. Lance licked his lips and reached down into his pants.
Matt threw his head back with a gasp. âFaster!â
Lance bit his lip as Shiro started thrusting faster. Matt moaned and kept his head pressed back against the wall. It looked like he was trying to roll his hips into Shiroâs thrusts, but he was trapped against the wall and barely able to do more than twitch.
With a shaky inhale, Lance started stroking himself in his pants. Just small movements. He didnât want to make too much noise, or get his dick out. Not that this wasnât still just as mortifying to be caught at. He was already hard just from seeing this much. It didnât take much these days, and heâd stumbled on Matt and Shiro enough times since Matt joined them at the castle to know what he was going to see.
And to know that he was going to be seen.
And sure enough, Matt licked his lips and whined as Shiro slowed down the pace again. He opened his eyes to glare at Shiro, and then looked around. His gaze slid past where Lance was peering around the corner nearby, but then snapped back.
Lance held his breath. He knew his face was flushed. He felt hot all over and he was still touching his dick in his pants. Slowly, he leaned forward a little so his body was visible, even though it made his face burn. Mattâs gaze dropped to where his hand was moving inside his pants, then snapped back up.
Lance leaned against the wall and waited.
It didnât take long. Matt leaned forward, lips moving by Shiroâs ear.
Shiro started fucking him harder. Faster.
Lance bit his lip and tried not to blow his load at once. He was aching now, arousal an embarrassment making his body burn. He could hear the slap of skin as Shiro fucked Matt hard.
Matt leaned his head back against the wall again, mouth open and spilling loud moans now that he knew someone else was definitely listening.
Theyâd already been caught, so what was the point in being quiet, Lance supposed.
Shiro fucked him hard and fast, rocking his body against the wall. Mattâs toes curled then spread as his feet flexed. He was completely naked but Shiro still had his shirt on, his pants just bunched around his thick thighs.
The imagery was more arousing than it probably should be. Lance never saw them start, but he liked the idea of Shiro stripping Matt, teasing him maybe, for a long time before he undressed himself just enough to get his dick in him.
Matt looked at Lance again, looked down to where he was still jerking himself awkwardly under his pants.
It wasnât the first time this had happened, and it wouldnât be the last, but Lance wasnât quite ready to whip it out and give Matt a show in return.
Across the room, Lance let out a delighted peal of laughter. Shiroâs face flooded with heat and he had to look away. It was the third time Lance had laughed loudly in the last ten minutes. It was the third time Shiro had flushed with heat and now his pants were starting to feel tight.
Lance laughed like that in bed.
A delighted, relaxed laugh. Completely normal and not sexual at all...except that Lance laughed during sex all the time.
Shiro shifted in his seat and tried to focus on the meal in front of him. Maybe he should just stop eating in the mess hall. He didnât have to. He could go to the officerâs lounge or even his private room. Bonding with the others wasnât working if he was getting hard every time Lance smiled and laughed at something someone said.
Lance was just too easy to delight, as Shiro knew all too well.
He could only hope that as time passed he stopped having this immediate reaction to something that occurred so often.
âProblem with the food?â Lance sat heavily on the seat next to his. âHavenât seen you glare like that for a while.â
Shiro looked down the unrecognisable mess of food in front of him. Heâd been playing with it without even looking and now he couldnât even remember what it was.
âOr are you having a different kind of frustration,â Lance said a little lower, his hand touching the top of Shiroâs thigh.
âLance!â Shiro hissed, looking around.
Lance removed his hand and laughed, low and delighted. Shiro closed his eyes against another flush of heat. Lance had laughed like that just the night before, when Shiro had caught him after a ridiculous chase around his quarters. When heâd squirmed in Shiroâs arms, shamelessly rubbing his ass against Shiroâs crotch.
âYou donât have anything urgent this afternoon,â Lance said, standing and tugging Shiro to his feet. Shiro could have resisted the movement with ease, but by now his body just relaxed and moved however Lance wanted it to.
For the sake of appearances, Lance didnât lead him from the room, but walked a step behind as was more appropriate for their ranks. Making it look like Shiro was leading him off somewhere instead.
Shiro just hoped his jacket was long enough and still loose enough to hide the fact he was hard. It was unlikely, the uniforms always had been too damn tight, but there wasnât much else to do. Lance led and Shiro followed helplessly, even when Lance was one step behind him.
âWe should discuss that matter in your office, sir,â Lance said suddenly, and Shiro startled and realised they were already walking in that direction.
A low murmur of conversation told him there were people in the corridor behind them. His face burned. They probably all knew. God knows he wasnât subtle about his feelings for Lance. Or his constant underlying burn of lust for him.
Lance chattered about something unimportant until they reached his office, but the moment they were inside he locked the door behind them and leaned against it. He raked his eyes over Shiro and grinned.
âWho ever designed our uniforms deserves a raise,â he said. âEven with the jacket length, so much shows. Thinking about something special?â
Shiro managed to scowl at him, but it only made Lance laugh. Shiroâs traitorous cock twitched in his pants.
âWhat are we going to do about that then?â Lance asked, tapping his chin with one finger, still grinning.
Shiro moved back and sat on the edge of his desk. âYouâre such a bad influence.â
Lance laughed again. âYou need a bad influence to finally pull that stick out of your ass and put something nicer in there.â
âLance!â
With another delighted laugh, Lance crossed over to him and slung his arms around Shiroâs neck, insinuating himself between Shiroâs legs.
âWhat? You telling me you wouldnât like me to bend you over and work you open and fuck you over your own desk? That wouldnât put a smile on your face?â
Shiro closed his eyes and groaned as Lance reached between them and traced the outline of his cock through his clothes. Lance laughed again and pressed their foreheads together.
âBut, if you can let go of that fantasy for a few moments,â he said, picking up one of Shiroâs hands and bringing it to his lower back, âreach into my pants. I have a surprise for you.â
Shiro bit his lip at that ridiculous line, but found himself doing it anyway. Sliding his hand under the bottom of Lanceâs uniform shirt and then under the waistband of his pants. Tracing his fingers along the cleft of his ass. Down far enough that his fingers brushed over something harder than skin.
âBeen thinking about you since I put this in this morning,â Lance sighed. âYou still have that lube in your top desk drawer right? Want to bend me over it and give me a good pounding for making you hard in public? Iâm ready for it.â
It took Shiro a moment to process that while Lance still touched his cock through his pants. But when he did, he scowled. âThat was on purpose?â
Lance laughed and rubbed his nose against Shiroâs. âYou think I donât know how you love to hear me laugh?â He pressed harder against his cock through his pants. âYou think I donât know it does this to you? Come on, Shiro. Give me some credit. People arenât that funny.â
Shiro dropped his head forward onto Lanceâs shoulder and groaned. But even if he probably should establish more boundaries, or at least pretend to be annoyed, he found himself working the plug out of Lanceâs ass, ready to give him exactly what he wanted for as long as he wanted it.
Shiro turned to Kolivan after he shut the door. âSo, what was it you wanted to speak to me alone about? You made it sound so urgent.â
Kolivan crossed the small space between them and dropped to his knees, pressing his face against Shiroâs crotch and breathing in deeply.
âI want you.â
Shiro realised heâd stopped breathing and inhaled sharply. âOh.â
That kind of private meeting then.
Kolivan just hummed in that way of his that was more like a purr. He rubbed his face in Shiroâs crotch, still breathing deeply, and heat flooded Shiroâs body.
âI could smell you all through the meeting,â Kolivan rumbled. He inhaled loudly. âYou were aroused this morning.â
Shiro closed his eyes against a flush of embarrassment. He still wasnât used to Kolivan being able to smell things like that. It still defied belief that he could tell Shiro had woken up hard even though heâd been too rushed to do anything about it.
Still breathing him in, Kolivan rubbed his face against Shiroâs hardening length. Even if the sniffing was still weird, Shiro couldnât have Kolivan anywhere near his cock without it standing to almost immediate attention.
He reached down and softly rubbed his thumb over one of the bumps on Kolivanâs head. The resulting low purr made him shiver. He could feel it against him as Kolivan kept nuzzling his cock through his clothes.
âYou should have stayed in my bed last night,â Kolivan said. âI would have enjoyed your pleasure when we woke.â
âWe would never have slept,â Shiro pointed out, sliding his thumb back to the next bump and rubbing it gently. Kolivan groaned and looked up.
âI should never have told you that feels good,â he grumbled, tucking the tips of his fingers under the waist band of Shiroâs pants. âYou will do it at an inappropriate time. Like when you played with my braid in front of the others.â
Shiro smiled down at him. âI wasnât playing, I was teasing. And I reaped the benefits from that the moment we were alone,â he said, still remembering the power heâd felt tugging on Kolivanâs braid and knowing he was aching for him in the middle of a meeting. âYou canât keep things like that from me, I always figure them out.â
Kolivan smiled, showing a flash of his teeth. Shiro knew that smile now, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants. âThe same can be said of you,â Kolivan said slowly, before gripping his hips firmly.
When he started trying to turn him, Shiro thought about resisting, but Kolivan was right. He knew exactly what Shiro liked, and Shiro only resisted the motion long enough for Kolivanâs smirk to deepen before he let himself be turned.
He barely had time to register his pants being tugged down before Kolivanâs hands were spreading him open. His face flooded with heat, and he eyed up the distance to the door. The first brush of Kolivanâs face between his cheeks made the decision for him. He leaned forward, resting his hands on the door and pushing his ass out.
A loud inhale made him cringe, but then the gentle rasp of Kolivanâs tongue made him forget all about his fixation on scent.
But when he moaned softly, he forgot to cover his mouth.
âSee,â Kolivan said as he rubbed his face against Shiroâs ass, smugness colouring his tone. âI know what you like.â
Hunk covers Shiroâs mouth with his hand when a soft sound slips free. They go still for a moment, but it doesnât sound like anyone noticed. All they hear is the water of the showers and the occasional talk from a few stalls over.
Shiro breathes heavily and moves his hips in tiny circles. Hunk presses his face to the nape of his neck and rocks his hips in shallow thrusts again. Theyâre out of the stream of hot water, but they might as well be under it. It might as well be on the hottest setting from how stifling it feels to be pressed up against Shiroâs back, fucking into him so slowly and carefully. Keeping it deep, and the thrusts so short to minimise sound.
Shiro slides one hand off the wall and reaches back, his fingers sliding through Hunkâs sodden hair. He holds Hunkâs face to the back of his neck as if Hunk might actually want to move away. He rocks his hips back in time to make each tiny thrust feel that much deeper and harder.
Hunk lets his mouth go to grab his hips in a tight grip.
âI want it harder,â Shiro says softly, grinding back against him.
Breath hitching, Hunk puts a bit more force behind his thrusts. Thereâs a slap of skin and he stops again. Shiro rocks back, breathing so heavily Hunkâs sure everyone can hear them. But the chatter goes on, and Hunk starts thrusting again.
âOnce theyâre gone, Iâm going to fuck you so hard theyâll hear it from the hallway,â Hunk whispers in Shiroâs ear.
âYes,â Shiro hisses, pushing back into his every thrust.
Hunk presses his face to Shiroâs shoulder and muffles a moan against his skin. Shiroâs eagerness never fails to make him ache. But in some ways, he likes the agonising, slow fuck theyâre doing now even more than a fast, hard fuck. Staying buried in the heat of him and feeling Shiroâs desperation in every way he tries to make it deeper and harder.
Shiro makes a weak sound in his throat as Hunk slows down a little. Hunk covers his mouth again just in case. He presses kisses to the nape of Shiroâs neck and Shiro rocks his ass back against him hard.
âNot long,â Hunk whispers, sliding one hand down Shiroâs front until it bumps his cock. Shiro makes muffled sound against his palm as he starts to work his cock. âThen Iâll give it to you the way you like it.â
The chatter a few stalls over continues uninterrupted. Hunk closes his eyes and just keeps going with short, slow thrusts, waiting until theyâre alone and he can stop holding back.
âPatience,â Ulaz said, his voice a low rumble.
Shiro sucked in a deep breath and stopped wriggling. He turned his head, resting his check against the bed and looking at the mirror fixed against the wall. Ulaz only had one finger in him. It felt like more. It felt like at least two, maybe even three, human fingers and Shiro groaned.
âDo it faster,â he growled.
Ulaz shook his head and gave Shiroâs ass a gentle pat with his other hand. âI have been waiting for this a long time, Shiro,â he said softly, his voice like a low purr. âWe go slow or we do not do it at all. I do not want to hurt you.â
In the mirror, Shiro saw how Ulaz dwarfed him. It never seemed that way when they were standing, but he looked so small, face down and ass up, Ulaz kneeling behind him and looking two times his size.
It gave him a thrill, and he ached to reach back and press a finger in alongside Ulaz to speed things along.
âDo not do what you are thinking,â Ulaz said, sounding amused.
Shiro huffed and gripped the sheets. Ulaz had been moving that single finger in him so long now he was desperate for more. It felt so good, but he wanted more than a finger. And he knew more were coming. Ulazâ claws were conspicuously filed down on three fingers.
Heâd need them. He was familiar enough with Ulazâ cock now to know he would need to work up to it. He even knew Ulaz would probably only finger him this time. But he could still hope.
âI want more,â he said breathlessly, lifting his ass up a little higher. âYou trimmed three claws for a reason.â
Ulaz laughed, a low rumble that was more like a purr. âSo I did.â
But instead of pressing another finger into him, Ulaz leaned forward, his body completely covering Shiro in the mirrorâs reflection. He nuzzled Shiroâs cheek gently.
âI could put another in,â he said. âBut I think I like this side of you. Needy, desperate. I have not seen this in all the times you have taken me.â
Shiroâs face flushed with heat.
Ulaz kept nuzzling his face as he crooked his finger inside him. Shiro moaned and jerked his hips when it gave his prostate a more direct press.
âI think you like this more than taking me,â Ulaz murmured.
âYes,â Shiro breathed, closing his eyes tight.
âYou should have said.â
A second finger began to press in beside the first, and Shiro groaned and forced himself to relax.
Ulaz sighed against his cheek. âYou never need to take my cock to have this, Shiro,â he said, brushing soft kisses against his cheek and neck. âIâll do this for you whenever you want.â
Shiro opened his eyes as Ulaz began thrusting his fingers in and out of him. Shiro could barely see himself in the mirror. Ulaz covered him so completely. And filled him so completely.
Until he moved.
Shiro whined when Ulaz moved back, but before he could even complain, he found himself flipped onto his back by strong hands.
âWhat areâOohh!â
Wet heat surrounded his cock and two fingers pressed back into him. Shiro arched his back and clutched the sheets desperately.
Turning his face to the side, he looked at the mirror. As the slight rasp of Ulazâ tongue teased his cock inside his mouth, the sight of how big his head looked between Shiroâs thighs made it hard to breathe.
When Ulaz began to take his cock deeper, began to purr around it, Shiro lost it. He thrust into the heat of his mouth and came, clenching down hard against the fingers inside him. Big enough he could pretend they were a cock.
Ulaz just purred all the way through, until Shiro started sobbing from the overstimulation and he slowly released him. He crawled up his body until he was covering him again. Shiro nuzzled back when he bumped their foreheads.
âHow long until I can do that again?â Ulaz asked. âI want to do that until you can no longer speak and only moan. Can I?â
Shiro shuddered under him. He supposed he could wait a little longer for his cock. âYes.â
A/N: Since I finished the list for mlm shps I figured Iâd give it a go for sapphic ships. Iâm a total noob at writing sapphic smut, so itâll be good practise =)
(AO3 Link | Other days)
Acxa waited until Veronica seemed capable of breathing again before she kissed her. Veronica hardly kissed back, but she looped her arms around Acxaâs back and made a happy sound into her mouth. Acxa discreetly wiped her fingers on the sheets while she wasnât looking.
âGood?â she asked when Veronica broke the kiss to gasp in air again. Her habit of forgetting to breathe was getting alarming.
âBrilliant, amazing, fantastic,â Veronica murmured. âThank god you cut your fucking claws.â
Acxa felt heat seep into her cheeks and ducked down to kiss her neck. The cutting of her claws had apparently been a sign that everyone could comment on their relationship now. But enduring that was worth the way Veronica had shuddered and moaned beneath her. Not that Veronica rubbing against Acxaâs thigh before sheâd cut her nails had been unpleasant.
She wasnât sure how to bring up that she was happy to keep doing that anyway.
Veronica smiled up at her. âCome up here, itâs your turn.â
Acxa frowned at her. âIâm already...up here?â
With a loud laugh, Veronica grabbed her hips and tugged slightly. âNot your pretty face, move up so I can use my mouth on you. I canât be bothered moving. Youâve exhausted me. You have to come to me.â
âYour...mouth...?â Acxa stared at it. âDown...down...there?â
Veronica stared at her. âDo...does...has no one ever done that for you before? Is that...oh god, thatâs not some cultural thing I just shat all over is it?â
Acxa shook her head slowly. âIâve heard...I just havenât...thatâs...â
Veronicaâs expression softened. âCome on up here and Iâll show you, if you like. Itâs very nice, youâll like it a lot.â
There was another gentle tug at her hips, but more like a nudge to get her attention than an attempt to move her. Acxa considered it. She was aching, and Veronica hadnât been wrong about anything else yet.
âOnly if you want to,â Veronica murmured, rubbing circles on her hips. âThere are plenty of other ways to have fun in bed, like what weâve been doing so far.â
Acxa shook her head and pushed herself up to balance on her knees. Slowly, she shuffled her way up, planting her knees on either side of Veronicaâs body. When he reached her armpits, she stopped.
Veronica smiled up at her. âA little closer,â she said, tapping the bed beside her head.
Seeing Veronicaâs head right under her like that as she settled her knees beside her head was a little alarming. She wasnât quite sure what to do with herself, but Veronica just took her hips and pulled her down until she was almost sitting on her neck.
âIâm going to choke you,â she said in alarm, lifting up again.
âBest way to go,â Veronica laughed. âNo, Iâm kidding. Joking. That was joke, youâre not going to choke me.â
Acxa bit her lip and let Veronica tug her down again. Veronica winked at her before tipping her head forward. Without much warning, Acxa was low enough for her to reach and there was a warm mouth on her.
âReally?â Veronica asked, amusement in her tone as Acxa lifted herself up again. âRelax. Itâs okay to say no. You know that right?â
Heat burned Acxaâs cheeks. She nodded and then drew in a deep breath. Even that fleeting touch had been...
âWould you rather I leaned up?â Veronica asked, holding her ass now and squeezing lightly.
âI thought you were too tired to move,â Acxa mumbled.
Veronica smiled up at her. âIâll move for this. Trust me, youâll love it and Iâd love to show you that. But only if you want to. Only if youâre comfortable trying it.â
Acxa weighed up her options again. Really, Veronica obviously knew more about this than she did. The awkward and rushed fumbles sheâd had before becoming one of Lotorâs generals hadnât been more than frantic hands beneath clothes. If Veronica was sure sheâd like it, she believed her. And if Veronica was sure she wouldnât choke her, then she trusted her.
âAlright,â she said, not knowing where to put her hands and awkwardly leaning forward to grab the headboard.
âYou wonât regret it,â Veronica breathed, before she lifted her head.
Acxa closed her eyes, unable to watch. Almost too soon, she could feel warm air against her, and then a mouth. She made a small sound, but it was just a kiss. And then another.
âRelax,â Veronica said. âOr say no.â
Acxa could feel the words forming against her and shivered. She didnât say anything, and Veronica kissed her inner thighs instead.
âOkay, say yes for me,â she said. âI need a green light here.â
Acxa opened her eyes. âA green...light?â she asked, regretting her decision. Veronica was so close to her.
âGreen light means go,â Veronica said against her inner thigh, smiling against her skin and kissing it again. âI want to hear that you want me to do this to you. That you want to try it. I donât want to push you if youâre really unsure. And you can say no at any time after I start too.â
Acxa sucked in a deep breath as Veronica bit and sucked at her skin. âI already said.â
âSay it again, now that youâve felt a little of it.â Veronica turned her head and kissed the inside of the opposite thigh.
âI want to try it,â Acxa said, closing her eyes again and gripping the headboard tightly.
âGood,â Veronica say softly. âTell me if that changes.â
A gust of warmth against her was Acxaâs only warning before Veronica was kissing between her legs again. She managed not to make a sound this time, but she had to bite her lip. It was...not unpleasant, but not like Veronica had implied it would be.
Soft kisses were laid about everywhere, even where she was still wet. Her cheeks flooded with heat, and her mind gave her a dozen things to worry about. She forcibly dismissed them all. Veronica would surely stop if she didnât like it. Surely.
A little caught up in that train of thought, she gasped and jerked her hips when the sensation changed. It took her a moment to process it. Something soft and warm, but not lips. A tongue. Down there. Right over on of the cluster of bumps that gave her the most pleasure.
âGood?â Veronica asked, her lips still pressed against that spot, the formation of the word sending shockwaves out from Acxaâs pelvis to the rest of her body.
âYes,â Acxa breathed, keeping her eyes closed and gripping the headboard so hard it creaked.
Veronica hummed and then her tongue was pressing again. Wriggling. Swiping. Acxa moaned and twitched into it before she remember that was Veronicaâs tongue. Attached to her face. She stilled her hips and held her breath for a moment.
The sensation didnât stop. Veronica kissed her again, over and over, shifting down until her tongue was flicking and pressing again. Pressing right into her. Warm and soft and why hadnât they done this yet?
After Veronica kissed and licked her way back to the cluster of bumps, Acxa dared to open her eyes.
She let go of the headboard with one hand to cover her mouth. At some point, sheâd lowered herself, or Veronica had pulled her down. She was settled on her, and Veronicaâs head was buried between her thighs. She was still gripping Acxaâs ass, and only now she realised she was supporting her just a little.
Acxa moved to lift herself, but then Veronica pressed her mouth around those bumps and sucked. With a broken moan, Acxa rocked into the sensation, her eyes slipping shut as heat rushed through her.
Then the tongue was back. Rubbing, flicking, pressing. Acxa sobbed and rolled her hips against it before remembering what it was and forcing herself still again. Veronica hummed and Acxa shuddered from the sensation.
Warm and soft and wet, it was nothing like fingers. Veronica teased at that cluster again and again until Acxa was twitching her hips in a shallow motion, unable to stop herself and trusting Veronica to give an indication if it wasnât okay.
But all Veronica did was hum and kiss, and suck, and tease with her tongue. By the time the heat was building towards an end, Acxa was gripping the headboard with both hands again and hiding her face against one arm. It didnât muffle her moans, and they would embarrass her if she could think past the ripples of pleasure stemming from each movement of Veronicaâs lips and tongue against her.
When it reached its peak and crashed over her, set her body alight with pulses of heat, she rocked against Veronicaâs face without thought, each touch of her tongue and lips enough to make her sob.
Only when it the pleasure began to fade did she pull herself away in mortification.
Veronica caught her by the wrist before she could go far and Acxa sat next to her and couldnât look at her. One brief glimpse had been enough, seeing her own slick on Veronicaâs lips and chin. Her face burned, but it matched a heat still throbbing between her legs.
âAre you okay? Was that alright?â Veronica asked, tugging gently at her wrist. âLook at me, Acxa. Are you alright?â
Acxa nodded quickly, but didnât look at her. âIâm sorry for...I didnât mean to...I didnât hurt you, did I?â
Veronica laughed lightly and shifted, sitting up and then turning Acxaâs face towards her. âWhen you rode my face? Please, Acxa, that was really hot. Like, insanely hot. I loved it. I love when you let go and enjoy yourself.â
Acxa flushed, looking away from her face.
Veronica hummed and grabbed at the sheets. She wiped her face and then sighed dramatically. âWill you look at me now?â
Acxaâs face was still burning, but it was easier without seeing that mess on her face. Veronica caught her eye and looked at her seriously.
âAre you okay?â she asked, cupping Acxaâs cheek.
Acxa nodded.
âDid you like it?â Veronica asked, the corner of her lips twitching into a smile.
Acxa nodded again. âYouâre very good at that.â So good sheâd forgotten for a moment that it was a face under her.
âThank you. But you know, Iâm still learning my way around down there. Was there anything that would have made it better?â
Acxa bit her lip. Veronica grinned. âThere is, isnât there? Is it more of those bumps? Iâm so insanely jealous you have more than one clitoris thing.â
Acxa opened her mouth but then Veronica made a wild gesture. âWait, no. Donât tell me. I want to find out on my own!â
Before Acxa could tell her how silly that was, Veronica pushed her onto her back and grinned down at her. âReady to try it again?â
âWith your eyes closed?â Shiro said, snorting and shaking his head as Adam fired up the simulator.
âWith my eyes closed,â Adam confirmed, feeling his cheeks heat and wishing heâd shut up already. Bragging about flying skills to Shiro was completely pointless. No one came close to his level. âThatâs how easy the new simulation is.â
Shiro hummed and leaned over the shoulder of the chair as the simulation started running. Adam tried to forget he was there, but it was pointless. As good as he was, he was about to embarrass himself terribly. He wasnât able to keep his cool around Shiro since theyâd started...whatever it was theyâd started.
âSo you can ace this with your eyes closed?â Shiro asked, resting a hand on Adamâs shoulder.
âAbsolutely,â Adam said, pretending he hadnât just drifted a little to the side.
âHow about with a hand around your dick?â Shiro breathed into his ear, his hand sliding down the front of his chest and under the waistband of his pants.
Adam cursed and jerked so badly he almost crashed. As Shiro curled a hand around his dick, he fought to get the simulation back on track. At the same time, he hardened in Shiroâs hand so fast he wanted to crawl away somewhere and die from embarrassment.
âWhat if we get caught?â he found himself saying.
Shiro just hummed into his ear and started stroking him slowly. âItâs the middle of the night, the only cameras on right now are the ones outside the simulator. No one will know. Unless youâre so loud you draw attention,â he said, pressing his face to the side of Adamâs neck. It was burning hot. âYou want me to stop?â
Feeling the flush on Shiroâs face against his skin, Adam swallowed and shook his head. âNo,â he breathed, spreading his legs as wide as the seat allowed. âBut I get to do this to you after.â
Shiro chuckled into his ear. âOnly if you donât crash.â
Adam inhaled sharply as Shiro started rubbing at that spot under the head of his cock, his hips jerking without permission. The simulator shook unsteadily until he got it under control again.
âDonât crash,â Shiro whispered in his ear.
With a shaky laugh, Adam tried to focus on the simulation, even though he was aching to thrust into Shiroâs hand as he started stroking again. He toyed with the head, and then his hand felt a bit slicker as he resumed stroking. Adam cringed at the fact he was already leaking.
âIf you can last until the end of the simulation, Iâll blow you,â Shiro breathed, pressing his face to the side of Adamâs neck again.
Adam sucked in a deep breath and then moaned, his face burning as he came far too soon.
Keith/Matt/Shiro | 1,341 words | Suspension Bondage, Dom/Sub, Humiliation (kinda?)
(AO3 Link | Previous Days)
âI see you started without me,â Matt said, closing the door behind him and raking his gaze over Shiro.
All the ropes and harnesses looked good on him. As did the red flush to his face that Matt knew was that kind of embarrassment that made Shiro harder faster than anything else. And the soft, breathy moans he was making were enough to make Matt warm all over.
âSpread open and at just the right height,â Matt mused as he walked closer, enjoying the way Shiroâs eyes fluttered closed.
He was positioned face down, legs spread and ankles secured by long rope to the walls. He was suspended from the ceiling with ropes fastening to chest and hip harnesses. His arms were crossed and tied at his back, and once Matt was close enough, he checked the ropes. Keith knew what he was doing, of course, but Matt was always late for this for a reason. Theyâd never get him strung up, but damn if he didnât love the sight of Shiro like that, after heâd reassured himself he wasnât hurting.
âI was just getting him ready,â Keith said lazily, standing naked behind Shiro, fingers knuckle deep in hiss ass.
As Matt tugged gently at the ropes securing him, Shiroâs breathy moans got a little louder. His cock was hanging heavy and thick, and Matt reached under and brushed the back of a crooked finger along the length of it.
Shiro moaned, but Keith slapped Mattâs hand away. âYou know the rules,â he said firmly.
Matt snorted. âYeah, nothing until weâre done with him, but his cock is looking a little slick, and your lips are a little red,â he pointed out. Keith always sucked Shiro off a bit right after hoisting him up. But he liked to pretend he didnât break his own rules.
âYouâre delusional,â Keith drawled, still moving his fingers in Shiro.
âSure,â Matt said, shaking his head at him. âJust like all the other times.â
He turned and leaned down to Shiroâs level. âDid he rim you too?â he whispered in his ear.
Shiro bit his lip and didnât open his eyes. Matt just smiled and kissed his cheek before standing again.
It didnât matter, those were Keithâs rules for Shiro. Matt wasnât as into all the rules and punishments like they were, so he was happy to let them have their way, and their cheating.
While he watched Keith press another finger into Shiro, Matt ran his hand through Shiroâs hair and rubbed at the back of his neck. With a low moan, Shiro let his head hang loose, and Matt sighed.
âYou shouldnât strain your neck so early, it only makes it hurt more later,â he murmured.
âYou work all the strain out again when weâre done, so what does it matter?â Keith said dismissively.
Matt smirked at him. He loved Keithâs jealousy. Even more so because he was more than happy to give Keith a good, long massage but he was waiting for Keith to ask. Instead, Keith just got huffy and passive aggressive about it.
It was endlessly amusing.
âAnd so I should,â he replied, leaving Shiroâs neck and brushing his cheek with the back of his hand. âAfter heâs been so good for us, he deserves a bit of pampering.â
Keith rolled his eyes, but there was pink high on his cheeks. Matt grinned and brushed his thumb over Shiroâs lips.
âWho gets his mouth tonight?â he asked, slipping his thumb into Shiroâs mouth. He kept his eyes on Keith, just the way Shiro liked it. Not really his thing, but if Shiro liked it, he was more than happy to use him like this. Heâd make it up later with all the pampering he could ever want. And making Keith jealous of it only made it better.
Keith looked down to where his fingers were still buried in Shiroâs ass. His disinterested appearance didnât fool Matt. He was breaking his rules again and giving Shiro one hell of a prostate massage. And Shiro was covering for him like a champ.
âI want his ass,â Keith said. âHe wanted to try and take you deeper anyway. He needs all the practise he can get.â
Heat throbbed through Matt, and he slipped another finger into Shiroâs mouth. Shiro lapped at them with his tongue and have them a good suck, moaning the whole time. Partly from embarrassment, Matt knew.
âNot everyone can deep throat,â he said before thinking, breaking the rules.
Keith looked at him sharply. âIf he canât take it, he doesnât deserve it.â
Matt grimaced, but didnât safeword out. Shiro loved this, he almost needed it, and Matt could bite his tongue knowing it gave Shiro a thrill to be talked down to like that. Heâd get what he wanted after, lavishing Shiro with praise and care until Keithâs jealousy was palpable.
Maybe this time Keith would finally ask for a little of it himself.
Slowly, Matt pulled his fingers out of Shiroâs mouth, getting a bit of a thrill out of the way Shiro bit down, feeling his teeth scrape along until they were out.
âDo you think you can take it?â he asked, rubbing his thumb wetly along Shiroâs bottom lip, still looking at Keith. âShould I fuck your face while Keith takes your ass?â
Keith reached down with his other hand and gave his cock a tug. Matt sometimes thought Keith got off more from Matt playing along than the actual things he said. Which only made him more determined to get the idiot to admit how badly he wanted praise and comfort.
Keith pulled his fingers out fast, but not fast enough. Matt raised an eyebrow at him, and for once, Keith had the grace to look ashamed.
Matt crouched down in front of Shiro and tapped his lip. âEyes open.â
Shiro took a moment, but then lifted his head and met his gaze. His face was flushed deep red and he was biting his lip.
Matt leaned closed. âHe touches you inside so good, doesnât he?â
Shiroâs eyelids fluttered like he wanted to close them. Matt breathed slowly for a moment. âHe shouldnât. You havenât earned it yet.â
He said that loud enough for Keith to hear, and Keith made an approving sound. Shiro closed his eyes from shame and hung his head heavily again.
âLet me earn it,â he said, his voice so low and husky it made Matt twitch in his pants even though the idea wasnât really his thing. âI want to earn it.â
Matt sighed and rubbed his hand through Shiroâs hair again. âI know you do.â
Keith was stroking himself and watching with a heavy gaze. There was an edge to it like he knew Matt might safeword out. Maybe he should, but really, he could do a lot of things that werenât to his tastes if it meant Shiro and Keith got off.
And knowing Shiro was burning inside from embarrassment, and that his embarrassment only fuelled his arousal, that made it a lot easier.
âWell, what are you waiting for?â Matt asked, lowering his hands to his belt. âTake that ass already so he can earn it.â
Shiro groaned low and deep before Keith even stepped up to press into him. When Keith did ease in, Shiro whined and wriggled a little against all the ropes. Matt got his cock free and was a little embarrassed himself that he was ready to go even though he was always less into this than they were.
He waited a moment, until Keith pulled out and thrust back in hard. Shiro groaned and was pushed forward just enough that Mattâs cock pressed against his cheek. He turned his head towards it, trying to get it in his mouth and lapping at the head. Matt knew he wanted to be called something filthy for that, but that was his line and they knew he wouldnât cross it.
âGood,â he said instead. âTime to make yourself useful.â
Hunk/Matt | 930 words | mentions of consensual somnophilia
(AO3 Link | Previous Days)
Hunk waited until Mattâs body stopped jerking and fell still before pulling out. Matt whimpered and lifting his face from the bed.
âYou donât have to stop,â he breathed, still holding fistfuls of the sheets.
Looking down, Hunk could see him still twitching and knew he was far too sensitive. Even if he knew Matt liked it, seeing Matt cry from overstimulation still made him too uncomfortable to do often. And he still didnât like the idea of continuing to fuck someone for too long when they were no longer hard. He shook his head and shifted, resting the shaft of his cock against Mattâs twitching rim.
Matt moaned and jerked under him, dropped his head to press his forehead to the bed.
Hunk resisted the urge to pull away. Matt liked the overstimulation, he reminded himself. Theyâd talked about it. It was okay. Good sobs. Good tears.
âIs this too much,â he asked, rocking his hips just a little and sliding his cock between Mattâs cheeks, over his sensitive rim. There was still more than enough lube coating him to make the motion easy. Hunk still had a tendency to go a little overboard with that.
Mattâs moan was muffled against the bed, but he turned his head after to talk. âYes, if you wonât put it in me, this is brilliant. Otherwise, put it back in me.â
Hunk shook his head and rested his hands on Mattâs hips, shifting to keep most of his weight on his own legs and not Matt.
âI could just jack off instead,â he said, trying not to grin as he shifted his hands to give Mattâs ass a good squeeze.
âNo, no, no, no,â Matt said quickly, rocking his ass a little. âI like this, feels great!â
With a hum, Hunk pressed Mattâs cheeks together against his cock and sighed. Theyâd done this with Mattâs thighs before, but this was almost better. As he rocked his hips, Matt shuddered and moaned again.
Hunk went slow. Mattâs sensitivity following orgasm was beyond anything heâd seen before, but he did keep saying he liked it, even though he often sobbed through it.
âStill okay?â Hunk asked, setting a slow, gentle pace.
Matt groaned and lifted one hand off the sheets to give him a thumbs up. The gesture made Hunk smile and shake his head again. Just another of those odd little things Matt did that made Hunkâs chest burst with warmth. He was so gone on him, it shouldnât keep surprising him, but it always did.
âAlright then,â he murmured, continuing to roll his hips, sliding his cock between Mattâs cheeks.
Matt hummed again and Hunk found himself mimicking the sound. It wasnât the same as being inside him, but it was still damn good. Soft and warm, and just slick enough but not so much that there wasnât a bit of friction.
And he got to grope Mattâs ass at the same time.
When he gave it another squeeze, Matt sighed and folded his arms, resting his head on them with his face turned to the side.
Hunk watched his expression carefully, but he was smiling, looking relaxed. When Hunk thrust his hips a little harder the tip of his cock felt like it almost caught on his rim for a moment, and Mattâs expression twisted in pleasure before smoothing out again.
âFeels nice,â he said.
With a groan, Hunk closed his eyes and pushed Mattâs cheeks closer together, squeezing his cock. After a moment, Matt clenched as well, and he dug his fingers in a little harder.
âIt feel good for you too?â Matt asked softly.
Hunk hummed in response. Words were a bit beyond him as Matt clenched his ass again, helping Hunk squeeze his cock as it slid between his cheeks. Tight and warm and slick, he definitely wouldnât mind doing this again.
âItâs almost soothing,â Matt said.
It wasnât soothing for Hunk. He was probably gripping Mattâs ass too tightly now as the pleasure built.
Matt hummed again. âIâd love to wake up to this. Make a note.â
âMake a note?â Hunk spluttered, hips stuttering.
Matt nodded, eyes closed and looking like he might fall asleep right there. âI want you to do this to me in my sleep some time. So I wake up to the feel of your cock like this.â
Hunk cursed softly and rut against him faster.
âDo you think you can finger me without waking me up?â Matt asked, his voice a bit breathless. âSo the moment I wake up to your cock against me like this, you can just slip it in and start fucking the sleep right out of me?â
âOh, fuck,â Hunk moaned, body locking up as the pleasure surged through him at the thought and then spilled over. He shuddered and twitched a bit, eyes closed and Mattâs cheeks still surrounding his cock. Matt flexed his ass and then lifted it and pulled out of Hunkâs grip, turning over underneath him.
Hunk opened his eyes, catching sight of his cock pushing another weak spurt out to land on Mattâs hip.
âI love making you swear,â Matt said, and Hunk looked up to find him grinning lazily at him. âProper Earth swearing.â
Hunk shook his head and flopped down to the side of him. Reaching up, he wiped the sweat from his brow.
âWe should get our hands on an anal plug somehow,â he said casually, though his cock made a valiant twitch from the thought. âThen I can really wake you up with my dick.â
Soooo, I finished pre-writing all of kinktober last night. You can now see the full list of whatâs coming up in the index of my AO3 collection fic. Though, tbh, I still might chicken out with Days 28, 29 and 31 and write something different last minute cos Iâm a big ball of anxiety over those ones XD
And now that Iâm done...I think Iâm gonna try do the list again for sapphic ships without time pressure XD
and eventually expand on a lot of the main kinktober ones too
âWhat?â Keith replied innocently, leaning against the desk right beside where Shiro was sitting. âI wonât distract you. I know how important your paperwork is.â
James forced himself to breathe slowly and evenly. Keith was a little shit, and he was definitely going to try and make this harder. Holding himself so still on Shiroâs lap, leaning down onto the desk so Shiro could hold his tablet against his back, was already hard enough for James. Heâd already been warned several times for fidgeting, each minute movement making him tighten around where Shiroâs cock rested inside him.
It was already torture keeping Shiro hard inside him without doing anything more. Gently squeezing him whenever he softened but not rocking his hips or touching himself. Not stimulating him for any longer than to bring him to firmness again. He was still hard himself with no effort. Just feeling Shiro inside him, the fact he was basically acting like a table for Shiroâs tablet even though he couldnât get his back low enough for Shiro to rest it there without holding it, as well as a warmer for his cock, kept James hard. He ached constantly to touch himself. To rock his hips and feel more than the occasional weak brush against his prostate when he broke the rules and fidgeted a little.
Keith leaned down to push Jamesâ hair away from his ear. âHow are you doing?â he whispered. âHas he had to punish you yet? Have you squeezed when he hasnât softened?â
James bit his lip and ignored him, focusing on holding himself still and studying the surface of Shiroâs desk.
âHow does he feel?â Keith continued. âUsing you like a heater? Like a warm sock for his cock? How badly do you want to ride him right now?â
âKeith,â Shiro warned again.
Keith snickered softly, but didnât say anything more. He didnât move either. Jamesâ face burned, hyper aware of how close he was, hyper aware of the feel of Shiroâs cock inside him and the hot ache of his own sitting stiff between his legs. He needed to move, but all he could do was clench his hands into tighter fists on the desk.
When a touch to his cock came out of nowhere, he jerked, almost moving off Shiroâs cock completely.
âKeith!â Shiro snapped.
James moaned softly as he sank back down onto Shiroâs cock. Shiro dropped a hand down and felt around his stretched rim for a moment, probably checking he wasnât drying out again. Satisfied with what he felt, Shiro returned to his work, but not before reaching out and slapping Keithâs arm and telling him to behave himself.
The movement rocked James on his lap, and he had to bite his lip to muffle another moan. He tightened around Shiro for a moment, but Shiro didnât reprimand him.
âI canât help it,â Keith said. âI want to push him.â
âBecause youâre jealous heâs so much better at this than you?â Shiro asked, and James couldnât help but straighten his back a bit under Shiroâs tablet. Pride rushed through him, hot and satisfying. There wasnât much he was better than Keith at, and maybe he shouldnât be so proud that itâs this that puts him on top for once, but he couldnât help but shoot Keith a smirk.
Keithâs eyes narrowed at him. âFuck this. If he moves itâs his fault not mine.â
Without more warning than leaning closer and reaching out, Keith dropped his hand to Jamesâ cock again. James tensed and waited for Shiro to tell Keith to stop, but he didnât.
Inhaling shakily, he looked over his shoulder. Shiro lifted his gaze from the tablet he held against Jamesâ back.
His expression was clear. This was up to James. He could tell Keith to stop, or he could try and resist Keithâs attempts to make him screw up. He turned to face the desk again and exhaled slowly. When he said nothing, Keith made a triumphant sound and reached for the lube. When his hand returned much slicker, James closed his eyes and forced his body still.
He could do this. He could stay still. He could resist the urge to clench around Shiroâs cock. He could resist the urge to start rocking his hips.
He was better than Keith at this, and he wasnât going to let Keith ruin that.
Hi yes ur fics? Absolutely fucking amazing. Ive just abt read everything of urs and i? Am a huge fan of ur writing god fucking bless
Thank you!!!! omg this made my day! (and it has been a shitty day, let me tell you XD and got this just as I was leaving work, great timing!!)Iâm so happy youâve been enjoying my writing!!! Thank you so much for dropping by to tell me!!
