And has wrapped itself tightly around Shiro’s arm.
“I can’t get it off!” Shiro shouts with panic. Keith raises his knife but... there’s no clear cut.
It’s immediately a bad idea. The thing lengthens itself and wraps some of its tentacles around Keith’s arm.
That’s when things get really weird.
“What—“ shiro says, reaching for Keith to try and pry them off. Instead the tentacles lengthen, twining up to Keith’s shoulder.
Except the tentacles follow, slithering across Keith’s chest and wrapping around the knife. Keith feels himself sway with how they spread the
He watches idly as the tentacles follow Shiro’s hands around, defying everything he tries. Keith looks at the ones on Shiro’s arm and wonders why they aren’t moving.
“S’okay,” Keith slurs. He’s feeling drunker by the moment, but it’s a pleasant kind. Floaty and warm. “Nice,” he says.
He shows the man this by ordering the tentacles down Shiro’s belly. Theyre in casual clothing,
Still Shiro keeps panicking. “Keith I need you to focus, it’s effecting you worse.”
In his head is a reverberation of the sensation, denied pleasure. Keith wishes Shiro would just feel it. It’s nice.
“Keith!”
Keith wants more.
“Stars, Keith I cant— you’re not you—“
Shiro makes a stuck sound and tugs, almost bowling them both over. He curses.
“Jus’ g’ntle,” Keith says.
“Gentle he says,” shiro says. He looks peaky and flustered. Keith wants to lick him.
And then Shiro gives in. It’s like a mental wall lowering, feelings and sensation rushing from his direction into
Aroused.
In love... with Keith. Oh.
Keith tries to send back his own. His brain is a drunken mess, but he still knows who he is. He still feels the same for Shiro.
“Is that... real?” He’s watching Keith like he can’t believe it, creature forgotten.
Keith trails his fingers at the edge of Shiro’s pants. He doesn’t understand the /shock, disbelief, uncertainty/ coming from Shiro. Keith’s beyond those things.
He hums an affirmative. It’s all there, anything Shiro needs to know. Keith doesn’t care to discuss it. He feels calm and pleasant and he just wants more. Wants to be twined up in Shiro’s lap, stuffed full.
There’s some mild protest, but then Shiro thinks about Keith and sex and removing Keith’s shirt as well, and the tentacles on his body do so.
“Wait!” Shiro urges as Keith crawls over him. The man is blushed red, but between
Keith is tired of excuses when he can so clearly feel their twinned desires. In his head he wraps them tightly together and then bowls it into Shiro’s head.
Shiro cries out, arching against
Keith doesn’t waste any more time. There’s some slickness from the creature, and Keith let’s it slide down between his legs and begin to open him up.
While he does this he directs the tentacles on Shiro to explore, teasing, touch. He plays Shiro’s
When he’s finally opened enough, Keith lowers himself slowly onto Shiro’s cock.
Shiro’s slipping down now to where Keith is at, so language doesn’t come to him anymore. Instead
A hundred perverse and secret fantasies run through his head. Keith feels like fire, powerful and godlike. He begins to move.
Shiro has a thought and one of the tentacles slithers down to encircle Keith’s cock.
In retaliation Keith sends the slick down down beneath and to Shiro’s hole.
Keith cries out and spills thick across Shiro’s belly as Shiro grunts his pleasure inside him. They throb and whine and /feel./
Keith only notices when the clarity comes pouring back in. He turns to Shiro who’s looking at him
They both start to laugh, twining into each other, reaching for each other’s mouths for a too-long-awaited first kiss. It’s ridiculous and perfect.
/end