Thread by @sluttyrogers

Professor/student, #sheith, #transkeith, afab lang., comeplay, xtra slutty botttom keith, heith, bareback

Keith is a good student. He’s smart, and even though he’s tactless and bullheaded, he knows how to play his teachers. There’s one, though, that he just can’t figure out.

Dr. Shirogane teaches theoretical physics, for the most part, but this semester he’s also been selected to teach a First-Year Studies course, which basically allows him to teach...whatever he wants, as long as the deans decide he’s qualified to do it.

So he teaches a class on science fiction as it relates to society—depictions of gender, race, sexuality, et cetera in the books and movies. Keith thinks he’s going to hate the class, but he left registering until the last minute, and he’s required to take at least one FYS—

—which is how he finds himself in the middle row of Dr. Shirogane’s Sci-Fi and Society class every Tuesday and Thursday at 4:45.

Weirdly, he doesn’t hate it. That fact must, he knows, have to do with Dr. Shiro, who actually encourages that people “just call him Shiro.”

He’s clever, and his insights on the texts they use in class are interesting, and he’s just...kind. He’s also too smart for Keith’s tricks to butter up a professor, which is a problem when Keith finds himself getting fucked by his roommate Hunk instead of writing his paper.

It dawns on him when he comes down, laying on his back with come leaking out of him, staring up at the ceiling while Hunk prods his lips with the straw of a juice box.

“Drink,” he says. “You’re crabby when you’re not hydrated.”

“I’m always crabby.”

“You’re never hydrated.”

“I forgot to do my FYS paper. It’s worth, like, 55% of my grade.”

Hunk frowns.

“When was it due?”

Keith looks at the clock on his nightstand, the two of them squished up on his tiny twin XL.

“Thirty minutes ago.”

He scrubs his hands over his face. “Fuck me.”

Hunk looks down at his dick. “Can you give me two more minutes or so?”

Keith scoffs and grabs the juice box, taking a long slurp. “So what am I gonna do, honors student?”

“We’re both honors students,” Hunk says, “but I think you should probably just go to his office hours. First thing tomorrow. Like, *first* thing.”

Keith groans. “It’s gonna be so *early*.”

Hunk laughs and flops onto his back beside Keith. “I’ll wake you up,” he promises.

Keith turns to look at him, a smile creeping across his mouth. “How?”

“Just drink your juice and go to sleep,” Hunk says, tangling them both in blankets, ignoring the mess Keith’s pussy leaves on the sheets in favor of getting some shut-eye.

Hunk wakes Keith up, as promised, full of his dick. Both of them get off, and Keith doesn’t bother cleaning Hunk’s come out before he heads to Shiro’s office. It’s only going to be a few hours, and the little shorts he’s wearing probably won’t be coming off.

On the other hand, though...Keith wouldn’t mind if they did. Every college student, he thinks, has fantasies about one professor or another, and Keith’s are mostly devoted to Shiro. He’s handsome, muscular, with a bionic hand Keith wouldn’t mind having around his throat—

—or knuckle-deep in his pussy. But except for in porn, that never actually happens, so Keith quiets his thoughts and makes his way up to Shiro’s office.

(more coming! follow so you don’t miss a thing ;) )

He knocks on the door, waiting outside. Shiro’s the one professor who he can’t quite figure out how to play. The others just need a compliment here and some factoid about one of their research projects or books mentioned there and they’re in the palm of Keith’s hand—not Shiro.

Keith had complimented his choice of texts for the FYS class, and mentioned some of the content of one of his studies on astrophysics, and Shiro thanked him enthusiastically and asked him follow-up questions and then gave him an 89 on his paper about The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari.

Keith couldn’t really begrudge him for that. He had integrity. That was good. But he wanted to be able to charm his way into a 100, not an 89, and Shiro seemed impervious to that.

It doesn't take long for Shiro to whip open the door, prematurely white hair a mess, sportcoat over the back of his office chair. He's wearing just his white button-down, thin burgundy tie hanging down his chest and pointing right between his legs.

"Mr. Kogane," he smiles.

His voice is low, deep, almost as though he's just woken up. "Good morning. I missed your paper last night."

"I know," Keith says, looking up through his lashes. "I'm sorry. My roommate was sick, and by the time I got him taken care of, the deadline was past..."

"Taking care of others is more important than any paper," Shiro shrugs, stepping aside, and Keith thinks he's gotten away with his mostly-lie. "And even if there *was* time for you to get the paper done, and your roommate could've gotten better on his own..."

Damn, Keith thinks, so close. "...I understand that time gets away from us all, now and then. Why don't you have a seat, and we'll talk about what we can do from here."

Maybe it's just Keith's dirty mind, but he feels like he's in the beginning of a bad porno.

He sits across from Shiro's chair, thinking--hoping--that he'll have to suck a dick to make the grade. Instead, what Shiro says is this: "Why don't you do an extra credit paper on viewer culture of Star Trek, and turn in your Caligari paper by end of day, and we'll call it even?"

Keith raises his eyebrows. "Oh," he says. "Sure. So no punishment for being late?"

"Not exactly," Shiro says, still standing behind his desk, sipping coffee from a big mug cradled in his shining metal hand. "Unless you count having to do that paper as a punishment."

Keith laughs. "Could be worse," he says.

"Couldn't agree more," Shiro agrees, smiling. He sets his coffee cup down. "Was there something else? You came in early just for that."

"Well, it's always a pleasure to see you," Keith admits, shrugging innocently, mock bashful.

"And you," Shiro nods. "You're a sharp student, Keith. More than, too. Your papers--the ones you turn in," he smirks, "have real wit. Real cleverness. There's something so cutting about the way you write."

Keith is taken aback by the compliments. That's...nice.

"I'd like to get to know you better. As a person. Why don't you let me take you for dinner?" He smiles, but he sounds sincere. "I know how hard it can be to get by, as a student. You should have a meal you won't have to worry about footing the bill on."

"Will I get points off if I say no?"

Shiro laughs. "I don't have to bribe my dates," he says. "No, don't worry. As far as I'm concerned, we'll just be two people going to dinner."

Keith blushes and hurries to his feet. "Yeah," he says. It's not how he expected that to go--

--not at all. But Shiro is sweet, and if he's more than a fuck, he's fine with that. He'd surprised himself with how fond he was of Hunk, how much he liked having friendship and connection with his previously-unattached sex life, so maybe he can find the same fondness for Shiro.

(Okay, I know, there's no sex yet. But soon! I promise! I fell in love with these two dopes so there might actually be a narrative here, plus the smut, up tomorrow. Meantime, a format question for ya--should I continue the thread here, on ao3, or both? thoughts?)

Before Keith leaves, Shiro suggests they get dinner tomorrow, at Tony's Italian in the arts district, and Keith, of course, accepts. Tony's is a nice place, polished and formal, and Keith fleetingly wonders if he has anything formal enough to wear to a date like that.

It's early enough that before he has his first class--International Affairs in the 21st Century, with Dr. Allura and her assistant professor Romelle, two more esteemed faculty members that he wouldn't kick out of bed--he can write that extra-credit paper.

He finishes it quickly, putting a little extra shine on it before he emails it off to Dr. Shirogane, and then heads to class. By the time he's finished for the day, Shiro's graded it--93, a new record in his class--and emailed him a friendly "Interesting perspective on gay--"

"--representation in transformative works. I'd suggest considering this paper as a starting point for your final project. Will discuss more tomorrow --T.S." Keith doesn't know if he means after class, or over dinner, but he definitely knows how much the praise warms his belly.

He writes his overdue paper and turns it in before going back to Hunk to share the good news, about his paper and his date.

“A date?” Hunk asks, smiling and playing with his hair. Keith is snuggled up on his chest, tangled up with him, still naked amid their messy sheets.

“I think?” Keith replies, looking up at him. “He said he wanted to get to know me personally, and that he’s buying, so...it sounds like a date?”

“Well, if he’s as gorgeous as you say he is, I hope it’s a date.”

He kisses the top of Keith’s head, and Keith grins and burrows into his chest, bedding down to sleep. Before long, they’re cuddled up and sleeping, Keith dreaming of Shiro.

The next day passes in a blur.

Keith goes to his classes--including Shiro’s--practically vibrating with excitement. A visit to a nice restaurant on the dime of an older, gorgeous man? Nothing could be better.

He goes back to his dorm to get dressed--a binder, he decides, with a nice dress, fishnets, heels.

Of course, as soon as Hunk sees him all dressed up, those fancy clothes come back off, and Hunk bends him over the bed and fucks him so hard he has to redo his hair.

“I don’t have time to shower again,” Keith fusses, still bent over the bed because Hunk won’t stop kissing him.

His birth control ensures that no babies are in their future, and both of them like bareback more anyway, but maybe not when Keith has a date with a distinguished professor in under an hour.

There’s nothing he can do, though, and anyway, it's kind of hot to imagine Hunk’s come dripping out of him while Shiro pays for his dinner.

He fixes his hair and makeup, and Hunk smooths out his wrinkles before smooching him on the cheek and telling him to knock ‘em dead.

During the Uber drive, he watches the city change around him--from the drab area around his school, into the art district. Live music pours out of the restaurants as they drive down the narrow streets, lit not by normal halogen lamps but by a canopy of string lights.

The driver lets him out and he steps elegantly out, feeling like a movie star or a very expensive sugar baby--especially when he spots Shiro sitting on the bench outside of Tony’s, dressed exquisitely, in a charcoal grey suit with dorky red socks covered in little images of Mars.

As soon as he spots Keith, he gets up and comes over to walk him in.

“It’s good to see you, Keith,” he smiles warmly. “You look lovely--I hope you don’t mind my saying.”

“Not at all,” Keith agrees, “as long as you don’t mind me saying the same.”

Shiro blushes.

“Well,” he says. “Turnabout is fair play, I guess. I made us reservations.”

He half offers his arm, then hesitates, but Keith takes it and swans into Tony’s like the royal he is, with Shiro following right after him.

The host recognizes Shiro and takes him right to his table, lighting the candle in the center and asking them if they’ll have anything to drink.

“A water, please,” Shiro smiles, then, “and Keith, for you?”

“The same. With lemon, please.”

They talk as they look over the menu, about school and Shiro’s class. Shiro actually pulls out his fucking *paper* and points out some areas where it could be strengthened, then praises others.

Even though it’s all very innocent, Shiro telling him he’s "such a good student" and that he's "very proud" still makes him squirm.

They order a little bit of everything--Keith asks for help choosing between two items, and Shiro offers to get one for himself and the other for Keith, so they can each have a little of both, plus appetizers, of course. It’s nice--Keith feels taken care of.

The waitress takes their orders, and they relax into something more...personal. They discuss where they’re from, and family, and their favorite things to do around the city, and then Shiro says, “my ex-husband,” and Keith’s heart and pussy both flutter.

He's single.

“You seem too young to have an ex-husband,” Keith offers, gently probing for more information.

Shiro chuckles and shrugs. “I rushed into it,” he confesses. “We were a bad fit. Don’t make the same mistake.”

Keith shakes his head. “No risk of that happening,” he assures.

“I’m not serious with anyone right now; my current partner and I are both poly.”

Shiro nods. “Good,” he agrees, then hastily, “I mean, college is a time for you to focus on your own growth.”

Keith smiles a little coyly. “Of course.”

The waiter brings their food, and they spend the meal trading bites--Keith even presumes to feed Shiro at one point, and Shiro returns the favor--and leaning closer and closer, until both of them are elbows-on-the-table, inches-between-them.

When the waiter comes, Shiro looks at Keith and offers, “Dessert?”

Keith nods. “I can’t decide--”

“One of each?” He hands the waiter their menus as Keith smiles.

“One of each.”

This is the height of luxury.

One of each requires a whole cart being wheeled to their table, with two flutes of champagne that the waiter says are on the house. (Shiro gives Keith a look that tells him he won’t get more than a sip.)

Keith kind of wonders what Shiro did to be everyone’s favorite, but then he realizes he already knows. He’s just a good, generous, friendly man.

That’s it.

There’s a chocolate-mint pot de creme, a creme brulee, a tiramisu, and a slice of flourless chocolate torte, plus a little dish of citrus sorbet. It’s heaven. It’s more food than he’s ever seen, and every bite is delicious.

When they hit it big, he’ll have to bring Hunk, although he'll probably be able to make something just as good in the comfort of their dorm kitchen.

Shiro lets Keith have two sips of the champagne, and then he snatches the flute away with a laugh and tells Keith not to push his luck.

Keith, of course, pouts, which is his strong suit, but he doesn’t expect Shiro to say, in a very firm, commanding tone, “Keith, no."

“Or what?” he asks.

“Or you’ll find out what. Eat your dessert. Here.” He extends a spoonful of pot de creme to Keith, who leans forward and, lasciviously, takes it from the spoon while making eye contact with Shiro the whole time.

Shiro does an admirable job of not fucking him over the table right then, but Keith’s been at this for long enough to know that that’s what he wants to do. They finish their dessert with a little more urgency, and Shiro pays and leaves a generous tip,--

-- and then they glide out together, Keith on Shiro’s arm again.

“Do you need a ride back to your dorm?” Shiro offers as they reach the end of the pedestrian mall. “I’d be happy to give you a lift.”

Keith grins, leaning on him. “Sure,” he agrees.

Shiro leads him off to his car--simple, black, sleek, not showy. He opens the door for Keith, who climbs in with a smile and watches Shiro circle the car to his door.

(this fic is back, and is getting finished off, featuring not-so-sloppy seconds, come eating, and gentle dom shiro, tmrw! reminder about my fundraisers, here: ko-fi.com/shiromyhero and here: gf.me/u/yfx794. We're about a fourth of the way there! Thanks for reading!)

Keith fidgets in his seat. The inside of the car smells like Shiro, clean and distinguished, and even that makes him wet.

Shiro settles into the passenger seat, relaxed and comfortable behind the wheel, and starts up the car. It purrs to life, and Keith smiles.

“Nice car."

“Oh,” Shiro laughs. “Yeah, I like to drive. And I do most of the maintenance myself.”

Mm. Shiro in a sleeveless white t-shirt, smudges of grease across his cheeks, a little sweat across his brow. Shiro bending Keith over the hood of his car and fucking him stupid, Shiro--

“--and once you learn where everything is, it’s really not so hard,” he’s saying when Keith focuses again. “You know?”

Keith nods. “I do a little work on cars myself. On my truck, when I’m at home,” he says, in hopes of at least sounding like he was paying attention.

“It’s important to be self-sufficient,” Shiro agrees. He drives confidently, one hand on the wheel, the other on the shifter, but not carelessly. It’s hot, and for a second Keith wonders how he got here, to a point where he thinks the way someone drives is hot.

They shoot the breeze all the way back to the dorm, Keith leaning on the center console, practically in Shiro’s lap. They make each other laugh. It’s lovely.

Which makes it even harder when they pull up at the dorm, and Keith thinks he has to go.

Then, Shiro surprises him.

“Listen, Keith,” he says once they’re parked. “I don’t want to be inappropriate, and you have absolutely every right to get out of this car whenever you want. But I’ve had a really nice night with you, and I’m starting to feel like I’d like to go out with you again--”

Before he can say another word, Keith climbs into his lap and kisses him. He’s warm, and his body is broad and perfect. He kisses back with his big hands on Keith’s hips, and his lips taste like champagne.

When Keith pulls away, Shiro laughs breathlessly, then says, “Wait. If we’re doing this, I want you to know that I’m going to ask my TA to handle all your grading, to ensure that there’s absolutely no--”

“Yeah, I trust you,” Keith dismisses. “How far away do you live?”

“About ten minutes. Less if we catch the right lights.”

“Good,” Keith nods, “because I want your dick in me as soon as possible.”

Shiro throws the car into reverse. “Let’s go.”

(Okay, nobody's dick is out yet, but i wanted to add a little buffery part where Shiro is responsible and Keith is just horny! Quick reminder about my rent fundraisers, here: gf.me/u/yfx794 and here: ko-fi.com/shiromyhero! Thanks for reading, more tomorrow!)

Keith sits in his lap the whole way, kissing his neck and feeling his thick, hard dick through the sleek fabric of his pants. Shiro, to his credit, is amazingly focused on the road, even while Keith nuzzles at his jaw and tries not to leave marks (as much as he wants to).

They’re there in seven minutes, and as soon as the car is parked in the parking garage, Shiro takes Keith by the face and kisses him, nipping at his lower lip.

He runs his hands down his chest, around his waist, and to his ass--he can fucking palm each half, his hands so big and warm and strong. Keith practically whimpers into his mouth.

“Can you control yourself on the way up?” Shiro asks, pulling back and smoothing out Keith’s hair.

Keith grins at him. “Let’s find out.”

“No,” Shiro replies, “If you can’t control yourself, I’ll put you back in the car and take you home to your dorm until you learn to handle your sluttiness.”

Fuck. Keith nods. “I can handle myself, sir,” he promises--the sir just trips out, but Shiro smiles.

“Good boy.” He opens the door. “Climb out.”

Keith obeys. Shiro follows him, not touching, although Keith can feel his eyes on him as well as he could feel his hand or his lips.

They walk from the garage into the lobby, which is sleekly decorated, a water feature bubbling smoothly away in the center of the room, and into the spacious mirror-ceilinged elevator. As soon as the doors slide closed, Shiro slams him into the wall and says, “Can I leave marks?”

Keith nods, and Shiro doesn’t waste a second. Keith watches him in the mirror over their heads, the way he works single-mindedly at covering Keith’s neck in marks. He moans softly at the sight, and Shiro swiftly claps a hand over his mouth, which just makes him want to moan more.

Who the hell knew that the same guy who wears sportscoats with elbow patches is about to fuck one of his students, and, by the looks of things, dom him, at that?

As the elevator slows and stops, Shiro pulls off, and both of them straighten themselves up, brushing wrinkles out of their clothes and stepping out. They walk down the hall to Shiro’s apartment, and Shiro unlocks the door with a smile.

“You know you can tell me to stop at any time,” he promises, “no hard feelings, no repercussions. I’ll call you an Uber and you can--”

“Stop talking,” Keith tells him, and slides into Shiro’s space to kiss him and feel him up through his pants.

“Oh,” Shiro laughs, pushing him back easily, holding him at arm’s length. “You think you get to tell me what to do, is that right?”

Keith blushes.

“Are you going to answer the question?”

“I’m sorry,” he tries.

“Not yet, you’re not,” Shiro says, smiling a little. “But you will be.”

(well, mark keith down as mildly scared and horny. another part tomorrow! still trying to get together August's rent--thanks to all those who have already donated! If you can, donate here ko-fi.com/shiromyhero or here gf.me/u/yfx794! Thanks for reading!)

Keith is relieved now that Shiro gave him that spiel about not hurting him--otherwise, he might feel scared.

Now, he just feels like melting.

Shiro circles him slowly, unzips the back of his dress, and gently pushes it off of his shoulder, kissing the base of his neck.

“Can I take this off?” he asks, running his finger along the collar of his binder.

Keith tips his head back and nods--Shiro kisses him as he helps coax the binder up, then off. It’s not particularly elegant, but it’s worth it when Shiro asks, “Can I touch you here?”

Keith nods again, and Shiro wastes no time in wrapping his arms around Keith and kneading his handful-sized tits.

Shiro pushes the dress down to the ground around him, leaving him in his stockings, his heels, and nothing else.

“No panties?”

Keith shakes his head.

“Looks like you had high hopes.” He squeezes Keith’s ass, his fingers grazing the wetness between his legs. “You got that excited?” he asks. “Just from dinner?”

Fuck. Hunk’s come still soaks his pussy, smeared between his legs and mixed with his own wetness.

“No,” Keith manages, even as Shiro’s fingers stroke, barely touching, from his dick to his asshole, over his fishnets. “It’s...my boyfriend.”

Shiro raises his eyebrows, stilling.

“You came to dinner with me, still leaking your boyfriend’s come?”

Keith nods silently.

Shiro’s fingers disappear, and he says, firmly, “Get on the sofa. Hands and knees.”

Keith practically trips over his dress in his hurry to obey. Shiro takes his time coming over, though--Keith is so attentive, he can hear Shiro take off his shoes and pad over in his Mars socks.

“Look at you,” he says, half-appreciating and half-disgusted, hiking one knee up on the sofa and spreading Keith’s cheeks. “He left you such a *mess*. Did he know you were going to dinner with me?”

Keith nods again.

“Out loud, please,” Shiro replies. “Unless you’re too embarrassed…”

“Yes, sir. It was while I was getting ready for our dinner, sir,” Keith replies, hoping that’ll make Shiro hotter.

It does.

“He just couldn’t resist you in that dress, huh?” he asks. “Well. I can see why. He must have good taste.” He leans down and presses a kiss to Keith’s ass, then bites down on it. “Speaking of taste…"

Keith almost laughs--Shiro's dorky even in dirty talk--but is cut off when Shiro leans in to lap at his holes, gathering up Hunk’s come and Keith’s slick on his tongue. He and Keith both moan together, Keith at the exquisite feeling and Shiro at the taste of his cunt.

“I’m gonna clean you up before I do anything else,” Shiro tells him. “I’d like to meet this boyfriend of yours. I think it's time he learn how to treat your toys.”

Keith whimpers into the sofa, fingers gripping hard at its tweedy grey fabric as Shiro fucking devours him.

He laps up the come and slick smeared on his thighs--tearing into the fishnets once they get in the way--and then slides his tongue inside Keith’s tight pink cunt, licking out the come left in Keith’s body.

“Shiro,” he sighs, scrabbling at the fabric. “I wanna come--”

“Ah, ah,” Shiro interrupts. “Not yet. That was just a formality; I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

Keith sobs into the sofa, hips working against nothing. Shiro’s hands still hold him spread, and he watches his holes flex and contract, then says, “Come back to bed?”

Keith nods and sits up, and Shiro kisses him, sharing the taste of Hunk’s come and his own pussy between their mouths.

He leads him back to their bedroom, Keith wearing only his torn-open fishnets, Shiro still fully dressed.

When they get back there, Keith awaiting instructions, the first thing Shiro asks is: “Are you okay with bondage?”

Keith nods, then remembers, and says, “Yes.”

“Yes *sir,* Keith.”

Keith grins, and can’t resist: “Oh, you don’t have to call me sir, Shiro.”

Shiro laughs as he takes off his jacket, but Keith can tell he’s in for it. “That would be funny if it weren’t so insolent.”

Keith shudders.

“I’m starting to think your boyfriend isn’t too firm with you, am I right about that?”

Keith nods. “Yes, sir.”

“That he lets you get away with a lot?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well,” Shiro smiles. “You won’t be so lucky with me.”

And then he reaches for his belt.

(come eating, imo, is 100/10. I think Keith and Shiro agree! As usual, more tomorrow! Kofi and gofundmes for my August rent are here ko-fi.com/shiromyhero and here gf.me/u/yfx794, and anyone who donates will get a custom ficlet, if they want it! Thanks for reading!!)

Shiro unzips his pants just enough to get his cock out, stroking it a few times. It’s fucking massive, and Keith’s mouth waters at the sight of it, thick and pink and hard.

“Shiro,” he murmurs softly, staring at his dick, his lips parted.

“Would you like to touch, Keith?”

Keith nods. “Yes, sir.”

“You think you deserve to?”

Keith gulps and nods again. “Yes, sir.”

Shiro steps closer and kisses him, cradling his cheek.

He takes Keith’s wrist in one hand and guides it down to his dick, shaping his fingers around it and guiding it to stroke him, once, twice, maintaining his composure so well. He doesn’t gasp,, his breathing doesn’t quicken--it feels like this reward is mostly for Keith.

And it *is* a reward. Shiro is going to fucking obliterate whichever hole of Keith’s he decides to use, his cock thick and substantial in Keith’s hand.

“Good boy,” Shiro smiles, guiding Keith’s hand away.

He nudges Keith’s legs apart and pushes his cock in between his slender thighs, grinding it against the lips of Keith’s pussy. Keith can feel it graze his dick, his hole, slick and hot as his knees shake and he whimpers.

He puts his weight onto Shiro, and Shiro holds him up easily and keeps fucking his thighs. “Good boy,” he coos again. “You feel so perfect just like this...I can only imagine how good your pussy’s going to be.”

Keith moans as Shiro reaches between his legs and starts rubbing his aching clit with just one finger. “Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you? You think you’ve earned it?”

“Yes, sir,” Keith sobs, bucking into his finger.

“Don’t come,” Shiro warns patronizingly.

“Did I say you could come?”

Keith shakes his head, trembling. “No, sir.”

“That’s right.” Shiro pulls out from between his thighs and slaps his dick against Keith’s quaking, turning stomach.

"If you come without my permission, I’m going to make you *keep* coming until you’re begging me to stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Keith agrees, eyes glued to Shiro’s cock.

“Good,” he agrees.

“Let’s hope you obey these rules better than you obey deadlines," Shiro mocks.

"Get on the bed, on the edge, on your back; keep your feet on the ground.”

Keith rushes to obey, and Shiro follows, grabs his fishnets where they cover his cunt, and tears them open like they’ve personally offended him.

Then, he takes Keith’s ankles in one massive hand, holds them up straight in the air, and rubs two fingers over his hole.

“You look so fucking tight,” he coos. “I don’t even know if I’m gonna fit.”

Keith squirms and whimpers as Shiro taps the head of his cock at Keith’s hole.

It oozes clear precome, and Keith can’t get it inside of him fast enough.

“Are you on birth control?” Shiro asks him. “You’ve been tested?”

Keith nods frantically. “Fuck me, please, I’m clean.”

“Reckless,” Shiro chides, pushing in.

He’s so thick, and Keith is already so full--he sobs and arches, squirming in Shiro’s unforgiving grip on his ankles. “Irresponsible little slut.”

He pushes the rest of the way in in one full stroke, filling him up so much that it distorts the shape of his stomach.

Keith can see the bulge of Shiro’s dick through his skin, and apparently, so can Shiro.

“Look at that,” he murmurs, taking Keith’s wrist in his other hand and laying his palm over the bulge as he grinds just barely into him. “Look what I’m doing to you, Keith.”

“Shiro,” Keith whines, “ah, Shiro--!”

Shiro pulls out and slams back in, out and in, Keith’s cunt like a vise around him. He holds his slender legs high, so tight that Keith couldn’t possibly squirm away, using him like a fucking toy.

As Shiro fucks him, it feels like he’s carving out a space inside of Keith’s body, owning him, making him his. Keith can feel any apprehension he ever had about Shiro--any sense, almost--being shoved out of him to make room for Shiro’s cock.

“You’re even tighter than I expected,” Shiro praises. He’s finally starting to show signs of pleasure--panting, flushed, eyes wild as he fucks Keith. “I’m going to send you home to your boyfriend full of my come, so he knows where you’ve been.”

Keith covers his flushed face with one hand, and Shiro immediately releases his other wrist to rip it away.

“Let me watch you,” he demands. “You were acting like such a slut all night, and now you’re shy?”

“Ah--” is Keith’s intelligent reply as Shiro laces their fingers and pins Keith’s hand down, still holding his ankles tight.

"That's right," Shiro coos. "I'm going to watch your face while I fill you up, Keith. Does my cock feel good inside of you?"

Keith nods frantically, eyes wrenched shut from the overwhelming pleasure. “Yes, yes, Shiro, sir,” he babbles. “Yes, fuck, please let me come…”

“Please?” Shiro teases. “You can beg better than that. Convince me you deserve it.”

Keith practically screams as Shiro’s dick drags over his g-spot, rubbing him fucking raw. He can’t even string a sentence together, but if that’s what it takes to come, he’s going to try.

“Please, sir,” he almost weeps, arching and squirming as much as Shiro’s hands on him will allow. “Please, Shiro, let me come on your cock, you feel so fucking good, I feel so full, wanna feel you come in me--”

“Fuck,” Shiro growls, half to himself.

“Come for me, Keith, come on, baby--”

He’s hardly finished talking when Keith comes with a cry, shaking and spasming on Shiro’s cock.

“God,” Shiro groans, slamming in faster and faster.

Keith can still feel his cock surging under his palm, until the rhythm of the thrusts begins to falter, and then he’s coming. Keith can feel him pulsing into his cunt, and it’s almost enough to make him want to come again as Shiro grips his hand and curses under his breath.

He releases Keith’s legs, letting them fall open around him, and leans in for a long, slow, claiming kiss.

“That was so good, Keith,” he murmurs against his mouth, laying on top of him for a long while. “You were so perfect. How do you feel, did I hurt your ankles?”

The genuine concern that furrows his brows is adorable.

Keith shakes his head, still in something of a stupor. “It was great,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. “*You* were great. Although I feel like sleeping for a hundred years.”

Shiro laughs, kissing his face and throat chastely and adoringly.

“We can do that,” he agrees, “and I’ll just have to come in you again before you go home. To show your boyfriend how it feels.”

Keith groans exhaustedly. “You’re going to turn me back on, old perv.”

“Worse things have happened,” Shiro laughs. He eases his soft dick out of Keith’s pussy and uses his fingers to scoop the come that oozes out back in. “Let’s get you tucked in. You’ve been *very* good.”

(Shiro! Loves! Keith's! Pussy!

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