Who’s In Charge Here
I finally convinced myself to post one of my Sheith smuts on here. Don’t worry, I’ll still post Klance, I’m just adding Sheith into the mix now too.
I like the idea of a dom who takes it up the ass if you couldn’t tell by this one shot.
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It’s funny, that people believe that when you’re on top of someone, you have all the power. It’s a misconception that Keith can prove easily.
It’s when Keith’s here on his knees, does he have all the power over his partner.
“Ffffffuck baby.” The gravelly baritone above him called out, fingers- large and metal -tangling into his black hair, messy from where it came undone from its ponytail.
A glance up confirmed Keith’s earlier statement. Slumping against the backrest of the couch, skin flushed and lips parted, sat Takashi Shirogane. His gunmetal grey eyes were screwed closed tightly, white hair matted to his flushed red face as he panted into the quiet of the dorm room.
If his mouth wasn’t full, maybe Keith would’ve smiled.
As it was, the heavy weight on his tongue twitched, signaling his lack of attention and forcing his concentration elsewhere. The salty taste of precum spilled just at the edge of his tongue, an endless stream that spurred Keith on with every suck and lap to the head.
His own hands, smaller in comparison, rested against Shiro’s thighs as an ever present weight while his lips encompasses the girth of the man above him. Keith even knew the sight of him on his knees made the grown man above him surrender completely.
He’s kneeling on the crappy carpeting of their dorm room with his pale thighs spread and shorts barely covering any skin as Keith hollows out his cheeks to suck the head of Shiro’s cock back into his mouth, causing a whine to pull from the broader man above him.
“Mmmm, oh god Keith. J-just like that, please.” Keith hums in acknowledgement at the sentiment from his boyfriend, twisting his head slightly as he stood up on his knees, throat relaxing and eyes nearly rolling back as he began to allow more of Shiro’s cock to fill him until his nose is nearly pressed to the coarse white hair at his abdomen.
It has the desired effect.
Shiro’s thighs clench on either side of Keith’s head, toes curling into the carpet next to the male’s knees and the hand in his hair tugs while Shiro himself lifts his other hand to bite the knuckles in an effort to shut up.
Now that wouldn’t do. With a slight suction, Keith began to pull off of his boyfriend’s dick. Precum smearing against his red lips obscenely when the head leaves his mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’ and leaving Shiro whining at the sight.
“Puppy. What did I say about quieting your noises, hm?” His voice is hoarse but Keith cocks his head to follow up His question anyways. His fingers curl into the flushed skin of his boyfriend’s thighs, nails digging in harshly and making those beautiful storm cloud eyes snap open to look at him.
“I’m so sorry baby, I couldn’t help it. You looked so good and it felt fantastic.” Shiro has the decency to look ashamed, at least. Eyes locked onto Keith’s and hand lowering from his mouth to reveal the red indents left behind in the flesh while the prosthetic in his hair curls apologetically. Still.
“I said to be as loud as you could when we started, didn’t I, puppy?” Keith’s eyes narrow up at Shiro, nails raking down the broad male’s thighs and leaving angry red lines in his wake.
“I’m sorry.” It’s too late, however, the damage is done and Shiro knows it. Knows Keith’s the one in control during this and his word is law.
“Sorry puppy, but until you learn how to behave and listen, you don’t get to cum anymore.” Keith’s eyes flick back down to where Shiro’s cock lays straining against his stomach and ignores the whimper from the male above him.
Keith continues to ignore it as he opens his mouth again, tongue coming out to lick up the trail of precum that has begun to spill over the sides of hardened flesh. His eyes close once more as his mouth encompasses the head in wet heat once again. His tongue pulls back from where it was sliding against Shiro’s foreskin, stiffening and digging into the slit to allow more of the foggy fluid to spill into Keith’s throat.
It’s funny how everyone thinks that it’s Shiro who has all the control in the relationship. How they think that just because Keith listens to him with minimal sass, that Shiro is the one who runs the show.
Oh how he’d love for those people to see Shiro now. A mess of whines and moans, all at Keith’s doing. He’s such a good puppy, too, listening to Keith without a second thought and doing everything he says. So obdedient and good. All for Keith to enjoy.
“Fuck!” It’s that loud shout that makes Keith purr, makes Keith practically shudder in the trip this power gives him as he takes apart his carefully composed boyfriend until there’s nothing left but pleasure for the both of them.
The vibrations stroke Shiro’s cock as Keith pulls it deeper in, letting saliva run down the velvety skin in rivulets while one of his hands release the larger man’s thigh and curl lower.
His fingers curl skillfully around Shiro’s balls, rolling them in his palm as he relaxes his throat again to encompass the near whole of Shiro’s cock. His boyfriend shouts something but Keith doesn’t pay attention. Instead, he takes measured breaths from his nose before swallowing around the shape Shiro’s cock carves in his throat.
That’s when he feels it. Hands trembling, the body above him curling over where his head is buried and moans increasing in volume until they’re nearly broken hitches of breath.
That’s when he pulls off, fingers leaving the skin of Shiro’s balls to tighten around the base of his cock instead and rip the edge of orgasm from under his feet. It nearly makes Shiro sob, eyes staring down at Keith in a hope he will take pity.
He won’t.
Keith stands instead, both hands coming up to unbutton his denim shorts, flicking the button through the slit and unzipping it before pulling them down.
“Let’s see how long you can last, puppy, as I ride you this time.” He knows he’s torturing Shiro at this point, removing his boxers and sitting on his lap.
Keith leans forward, nibbles on the lobe of Shiro’s ear for a second before pulling back to breathe against the shell of it- hot and wet before he speaks.
“Let’s see how many times I can cum until you break.”
