Yes, Sir
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron) Characters: Shiro (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) Additional Tags: Light BDSM, Blindfolds, Whipping, Coming Untouched
Summary: Shiro and Keith act out a scene.
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Shiro’s heart was loud in his own ears, amplified by the quiet of the room and the blindfold restricting his vision. He kneeled naked on the floor, arms tied behind his back, the hard ground making his knees ache. He wondered when the next touch would come, from where, would it be a short flick or a heavy swat? Shiro swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and tried to locate Keith with his ears. He held his breath, hoping it would help him hear the teen’s movements around the space. No luck.
Light as a feather, the end of the riding crop caressed his left thigh. Goose bumps burst out over his skin. The material slid over his flesh, up to his hip, then around to make a leisurely circle against his left buttock. Shiro bit his lip, his hands balling into fists as the cool material teased him.
Swat!
Shiro kept his mouth shut, as instructed, but couldn’t help the yelp from rising in his throat when Keith landed a sharp swat to his skin. Another one quickly followed, the strike causing pain to bloom from the area, followed by a tingling heat. The crop pressed against the warm spot, probably a blushed shade of red, and ran in slow, soothing circles.
“Do you want more?” Keith asked, the sound of his voice, husky with lust, making Shiro shiver.
“Yes, Sir,” Shiro said, his voice softly shaking.
He flinched when the crop struck him again, this time against his inner right thigh, nervously close to his balls. Shiro managed to swallow his cry of pain, gritting his teeth in an attempt to obey Keith more thoroughly.
Normally Shiro was in charge. He spent his days commanding Voltron, playing big brother to his fellow paladins, and coaching training sessions. Although he would never admit it to anyone but Keith, it was frustrating being looked up to all the time, people hanging on his word as if it were gospel. Here, blinded and bound, he was able to let it all go and relax.
Another swat landed across his ass and he groaned, his cock twitching. The sharpness of the crop as it struck his skin again made him gasp, his order to remain silent becoming less and less urgent in his mind. Another smack, and another, light flicks that intensified just a little with each impact. By the time Keith decided to allow him a break Shiro was gasping from pain and pleasure, his ass almost numb from the abuse, cock leaking and painfully hard.
“More?” Keith’s voice was hardly a whisper against the shell of his ear, the moist heat of his breath tickling his flesh and the suddenness of his proximity startling him.
Shiro nodded quickly, just two short jerks of his head, “Y-yes, Sir.”
Keith’s hand pressed against his ass and stroked, the flat of his palm and texture of his gloves helping to sooth the persistent ache that the crop caused. Shiro sighed, enjoying the gentleness of the touch. When Keith’s lips pressed against his hair Shiro nearly purred, tilting his head into the softness of the kiss.
Shiro was both disappointed and nervous when Keith pulled away. A tense moment of quiet passed, leaving Shiro once again alone with his own heartbeat.
The crop cut across his ass so hard that Shiro screamed.
“Stay quiet for me,” Keith commanded, gently tapping the stinging line with the crop. It would be swollen and bruised later, that Shiro knew. He was almost giddy to feel the reminder of Keith’s skilled work every time he sat down for the next few days.
When the next hit came, just as hard, Shiro muffled his cry behind clenched teeth. Strike after strike rained down on his ass and thighs, causing explosions of pain and pleasure to erupt across his body. Shiro dug his teeth into his lower lip in a desperate to keep himself even remotely quiet as the sensation built higher and higher, sharp electric bolts straight down to his dick. He shivered harshly, his toes curling, and he sprayed his seed across the floor.
The assault stopped immediately, leaving Shiro sore and floating in a haze of post-release euphoria. He felt like he was as light as air, almost beside his own body. His entire body tingled as Keith kneeled beside him and unfastened the cuffs. Shiro let his aching arms down to support himself as Keith’s hand’s loosed the fabric looped around his eyes.
The room was mercifully dim, the lights set low so he wouldn't be blinded after the cloth was removed. Shiro blinked his eyes open. Keith’s face, gently smiling, filled his blurred vision. The teen wiped a tear from Shiro’s eye with his thumb and slipped it into his mouth.
“You were great,” he praised.
“I’m sorry I came without you,” Shiro said, his voice weak.
Keith ran his fingers gently through Shiro’s sweat-moist hair, “After we clean you up, you can finish me off, alright?”
Shiro grinned at him, “Yes, Sir.”
