Thread by @Kenda1l1

#nsfw #sheith Imagine phone sex operator Sheith, but instead of one of them being the client, they work opposite of each other and have a friendly rivalry. Who can keep a customer on longest, who has the most repeat customers that month, who can get their customer off fastest.

Their favorite game is trying to make each other laugh by using the worst lines possible, maintaining eye contact the entire time while their customer gets off to things like, "I'm gonna put my bologna stick in your special sandwich" or

"Ride my donkey schlong, baby. Yeah, is your Grand Canyon getting wet for me?" They keep a running tally each day, loser has to do whatever the winner wants. It starts out silly just like the competition. Shiro has to wear a clown nose and wig to work. Keith has to tape one of

the company brand dildos to his head like a unicorn. Shiro has to make Keith delicious bento boxes for a0 week because Keith is always low-key jealous of the octopus hotdogs (Shiro keeps bringing them even after the week is up, because the delighted grin on Keith's face whenever

he sees the cute bunny onigiri or star-shaped watermelon slices makes Shiro's belly flutter and jump) Then comes the day when Shiro makes Keith come to work dressed as a cat. He's not sure what he expected, but it sure wasn't Keith coming in wearing a skin tight bodysuit

that shows off every ridge of his abs, much less his other assets. Almost worse are the soft, fuzzy ears and tail. They're just so cute, damn it! It *does* things to Shiro, makes him want to do things to Keith, like pet those little ears and dig his fingers into that silky hair.

Or maybe grab onto that tail and... Shiro coughs and clears his throat. Keith smirks at how red Shiro is getting. He holds his hands out to his sides. "Did I satisfy you, Shiro?"

"Ye...yeah," Shiro stutters and quickly answers the first call that comes up. Strange how talking

filthy is somehow less embarrassing than the way he can't stop sneaking peeks at Keith all day (even the fact that Keith sneaks the word meow into his calls every possible chance isn't enough to quell the half stiffy Shiro sports all day. If anything, it makes things worse.)

Needless to say, Shiro loses their competition that day. "I want...you to dress up like a bunny," Keith says in a lazy drawl, then stalks out of the office, tail swinging alluringly.

Go big or go home, Shiro thinks later as he raids the sex shop that takes up the bottom floor

of their office building. The next day he strides confidently into the office in a Playboy bunny outfit, fishnet stockings, and stiletto heels he'd spent all night learning how to walk in.

The way Keith's jaw drops is worth the lack of sleep. Shiro flicks one bunny ear out of

his eyes and turns to wiggle his tail in Keith's face. "You like it, baby?"

Keith's voice is raspy, hitting a low rumble Keith doesn't even use with customers. "I love it, sweetcheeks." And then he slaps Shiro, hard, on the ass.

Shiro will deny the fact that he squeaks.

Their games change after that day. Now, instead of coming up with the corniest lines they can, they try to one up each other on who can talk the dirtiest. Who can rile each other up the most. Their performance numbers sky rocket. Mutters of "just get a room ffs" are a

Constant chorus from their coworkers. Just. So many boners. Their dares change too. Keith has to prove his blowjob prowess by demonstrating using a frankly ridiculously big dildo. Shiro has to wear lingerie to work (under his clothes, because their boss does have some limits)

Keith drags Shiro into the bathroom to prove he's actually wearing the set Keith picked out. Shiro shows off the stripper skills he'd picked up in college until he's bare but for lacy boyshorts and a cami that is more straps than cloth. Keith leans against the bathroom door

and watches him with hooded eyes. He beckons Shiro closer. Heart beating out of his chest, Shiro steps up close. Keith says nothing, just fixes a strap, snapping it lightly against Shiro's shoulder and patting him on the chest before turning and slipping out the door, leaving

Shiro flustered and aching, hard as nails. He doesn't jerk off though, even though he desperately wants to. That's exactly what Keith is hoping for. He won't get it that easily. Shiro redresses and goes back to his desk, ignoring the way Keith smirks and watches him just a

Little too intently.

Shiro's phone calls are positively inspired that day. He wins their daily competition by a mile.

"So what's your reward?" Keith asks as he leans against Shiro's desk, long legs crossed and so, so tempting. Shiro spins in his chair so he can trap Keith

With his own knees. "I haven't decided yet," he says, tapping on finger against his lips. Keith follows the movement. "I'm sure I'll have something for you tomorrow though."

Keith leans in close. "I look forward to it." He sets a foot against the chair between Shiro's thighs and

Pushes him away gently. "See you tomorrow," Shiro calls after him as he leaves. Keith throws a wave over his shoulder. Shiro cocks his head. Damn but the boy has a nice ass.

It gives him an idea.

When Keith arrives at work the next day, Shiro is already there. Keith eyes him warily. He looks just a little too innocent as he checks company email before starting his calls for the day. Keith sees why soon enough. In the center of his desk is a little gift box, white with a

Black ribbon. Very innocuous. Very suspicious. Keith narrows his eyes at Shiro as he undoes the ribbon and pulls the top off.

He stares blankly at what's nestled inside. "I was told it was the most popular model downstairs," Shiro says with a shit eating grin

Keith swallows hard, heart thundering in his throat.

"You, uh. You don't have to..." Shiro starts. He sounds nervous.

"No," Keith says quickly, then clears his throat to get rid of his *I'm so horny right now* rasp. "No, it's fine. Good. Should I..." He gestures towards

The bathroom vaguely.

Shiro's eyes go dark; it makes Keith's stomach swoop like a roller coaster. "Yes."

Keith can't speak, so he just takes the box into the bathroom and locks the door behind him. Once he's safe inside, he opens the box and looks at the contents again.

Keith carefully pulls out the buttplug Shiro had given him. Objectively, it's very stylish: smooth, silver metal that shines his ruddy-faced reflection back at him. The flared bottom has a ruby-like jewel on it. It's cool to the touch, but warms under his fingers. It has a nice,

Weighty heft to it. Keith shivers at the thought of what it might feel like inside him. He can't help but notice that it looks very close in size to what Keith had seen glimpses of through Shiro's underwear yesterday. Keith bites his lip and picks up the little bottle of

Lube had been nestled in the box next to it. "I'm really doing this," he half laughs, incredulous at his own daring. At Shiro's brazenness. Yeah, they work in the sex industry, but there's an unspoken *no sex stuff on the work floor* rule that they are very definitely breaking

Then again, they've been straddling that line for weeks now. Might as well cross over fully.

He unbuttons his pants.

When Keith comes back from the restroom, there's a certain stiffness to his walk that Shiro recognizes well. He can't stop the small, pleased grin on his face. Keith raises an eyebrow at him as he gingerly sits at his desk and prepares for work. Shiro adjusts himself discreetly

Throughout the evening, Keith keeps frustratingly cool and collected. Aside from the way he shifts a little more often in his seat, no one would ever know what he had inside him.

That just wouldn't do. Shiro reaches into his pocket and carefully palms his trump card, waiting for

The exact right time to use it. He gets his chance a few moments later when Keith finishes up his current call and clicks over to the next. Keith starts their standard greeting, chin in hand and looking almost bored. "Hey sweetheart, I'm--" Shiro grins and hits the button

"Jesus FUCK!" Keith yelps, nearly jumping out of his seat as vibrations rocket through his body. They disappear just as suddenly as they'd started, leaving Keith shell-shocked and slackjawed, wondering what the hell had just happened.

He gets his answer in Shiro's smug grin.

Through his headphones, he can distantly hear his customer's confused, put off voice. "S...sorry, sugar," he says breathlessly. "I thought I saw a--" More vibrations, faster and right up against his prostate. He squeaks. "--a rat," he finishes, glaring at Shiro. Shiro smiles

Innocently back before clicking onto his own call, voice slow and honey sweet. Keith's caller sounds confused, but Keith manages to save the call, spinning it into a *save me, take care of me, you big manly man* fantasy that has his customer coming almost pathetically quickly.

As soon as he hangs up, Keith hits the hold button and leans forward across the desk, ignoring the way it pushes the plug into an even better angle. "What the *fuck*, Shiro?" he hisses. Shiro keeps talking to his caller like he hadn't even heard Keith, but the sudden shock of

Vibrations inside him is all the reply he needs. Keith closes his eyes and clenches his hands, digging his nails in to stop the moan trying to crawl its way up his throat. "Dirty trick," he manages to get out. The vibrations kick up another notch. Keith holds onto his composure

By the skin of his teeth. He breathes out a sigh of relief when it finally tapers off. Another minute more and he'd be back in the bathroom, cleaning up a mess.

"Are you okay, Keith?" Shiro asks him, the very picture of friendly concern. "You're looking a little flushed."

"Just fine, sugartits," Keith grits out.

"Well, if you need someone to cover you so you can take a break, let me know."

Keith narrows his eyes at him. Challenge accepted. Keith pointedly turns back to his computer and takes his line off hold. He ignores Shiro's muffled laugh,

just like he ignores Pidge's suspicious staring and the way Hunk has his head in his hands even as he talks someone through their daddy kink.

Keith's professionalism has never been so sorely tested over the next few hours. He's tense, on edge, waiting for the next flare of

Vibrations. Somehow, he's still shocked every time it does, coming randomly at varying lengths, intensity, and patterns. There are a few close calls with his customer's, but he soldiers through, getting them off even as he wishes desperately to do the same and terrified he

Actually will. It's nearly dinner time when Shiro turns the vibrator on and keeps it on the highest for a minute STRAIGHT. Keith has to bend over and put his head on his desk, biting his lip against a whimper and failing anyway as he spirals closer and closer to orgasm

He's nearly there, given up fighting, when the vibrations suddenly, tragically, infuriatingly stop. Keith wants to scream, but he can't because that would be admitting defeat. Plus, it would be beyond obvious what was happening. Not that it isn't already, going by his coworkers'

Faces, ranging the gamut from disgusted, to exasperated, to amused, to turned on.

Keith could have lived his whole life not knowing what Lance looked like while horny.

Keith takes several deep breaths, composing himself. He needs to turn the tables, get the upper hand somehow even though right now it seems like Shiro has all the power right now. Literally.

He gets his chance when one of his regulars comes on the line

Shiro knows he's in trouble when Keith lounges back in his seat with a small smirk. "Hey baby, how are you?" he asks in that sweet drawl of his, playing up the southern accent that only comes out to play when he's tired or, apparently, aroused. Keith hums, eyelashes fluttering.

"Yeah, I missed you too. Been thinking about you all day." He looks right at Shiro as he says, "Uh huh, I even got myself a little something special to remind me of you. I'm wearing it right now, in fact."

Shiro's brain stalls out when he realizes Keith's new tactic.

Shiro frantically tries to parry by turning the vibrator back on, but Keith has found his equilibrium. He moans provocatively, eyes fluttering shut and biting his lower lip. "Wanna know what it is?" His voice lowers to nearly a whisper. Shiro finds himself leaning forward to hear

"It's a plug, prettiest one I've ever seen. Silver, red jewel on the bottom. And huge, just like you." Keith's eyes flick down to Shiro's lap, even though he can't actually see because of the desk. "It feels so good, splitting me open." One of Keith's hands is on his thigh

Rubbing back and forth absently as he talks. "It has a remote vibrator, you know. I can just imagine the things you could do, if you had it right now. Bet you'd tease me for hours, edge me over and over, and there's nothing I could do about it because I'm at work, and what would

My co-workers think if they knew?"

"Your co-workers already know and they are done with this shit," Pidge snaps, throwing down her headset. "I'm going to dinner before I see Keith's O-face."

"I'll join you," Hunk scrambles up fro his desk, then grabs Lance by the back of his

Shirt. "You too, Lance."

"What? Why? I wanna--"

"Nope."

"But why does Allura get to stay?" Lance whines.

"Because Allura's still on call," Shiro says, trying to hold back a growl. "She'll join you as soon as she's done." Allura shrugs with an amused little eyebrows quirk, but

Politely turns her chair away as she continues to talk.

Shiro looks back at Keith just as he lets out another moan. It's not one of his fake ones, which Shiro knows the sound of well. This is real, turning up at the end into something like a whimper

Jealousy blazes through Shiro. That sound is not meant for pervy old men and bored women. That's his sound, the one he's responsible for.

He turns the vibrator up, hard, fast pulses. Keith's breath hitches. His eyes fly open wide, staring at Shiro with that overwhelmed,

Loose lipped look. His head drops back against the back of his chair, exposing the long column of his throat even as his back bows and his hips twitch up. The sound that comes out of his mouth is pure filth. "Fuck, more, please, give me more, I need.." Keith's begging cuts off

With a tortured whine as Shiro turns it up to the final level. "*Fuck*, Shi--" Shiro lunges forward, knocking stuff off their desks as he hurries to shut Keith up.

With his lips.

Keith wraps a hand around the back of Shiro's neck and reels him all the way in.

Shiro goes willingly, crawling over their combined desk and down onto the floor between Keith's feet when Keith guides him there with a hand in his hair. His hands tremble as he undoes the button of Keith's pants and yanks down the zipper. Keith is still talking to his client

Which just makes Shiro burn hotter when Keith casually pulls himself from his underwear and feeds his cock into Shiro's waiting mouth. Determined to regain Keith's full attention, Shiro slides his mouth all the way down until his lips brush the base of Keith's cock and his throat

Massages it when he swallows.

"Jesus," Keith says in a harsh whisper, "You really just..." Shiro moans quietly in agreement. Keith lets out a sharp breath as the vibrations from the sound join the ones from the vibrator. His hand clenches in Shiro's bangs thoughtlessly,

Then with more purpose as he tentatively pulls Shiro partway off him. Shiro looks up through his lashes at him and nods as much as he's able. Keith takes the permission and runs with it, guiding him back down his cock gently, then a little harder as he realizes that Shiro

Can take it. Wants to take it. "God, baby, you feel so good, taking me so good." He moans again, letting Shiro take control again so he can bob up and down, stopping to suck at the head every few strokes. "That's it, just like that, just like--" the words melt into breathy

hitching little gasps, an *ah ah ah* that makes Shiro's own cock throb in his pants. He pins Keith's hips down and speeds up. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna..." Keith tries to pull Shiro off, but Shiro is having none of it. A moment later, Keith's breath stops entirely for one, two

Three heartbeats, then picks up in a cry so loud Shiro would feel bad for Keith's customer if he gave one single shit about the man. As it is, he relishes the way Keith comes undone under him. He barely registers the click of the phone before Keith is yanking him up into

A fierce kiss. Shiro returns it in kind. "You're such a bastard," Keith hisses against Shiro's mouth even as he snatches the remote forgotten I'm Shiro's hand and clicks it off with a wince.

"So did I win?" Shiro asks, pulling back to nip at Keith's throat.

"Guess so, this time," Keith grumbles. He pulls away, but only to help Shiro stand. "Now come on," he says, tugging Shiro by the hand towards the bathroom. "Come get your reward."

And then they do the bathroom fuckyfuck and the workplace walk of shame. Coran makes them pay for the desk supplies they damaged. Pidge institutes a verbal and written policy stating: No Sex On The Work Floor Go To The Supply Closet Like Normal People You Heathens

The End 😘🍆💦