"Ye...yeah," Shiro stutters and quickly answers the first call that comes up. Strange how talking
Go big or go home, Shiro thinks later as he raids the sex shop that takes up the bottom floor
The way Keith's jaw drops is worth the lack of sleep. Shiro flicks one bunny ear out of
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.
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
Keith leans in close. "I look forward to it." He sets a foot against the chair between Shiro's thighs and
It gives him an idea.
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
"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
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.
He unbuttons his pants.
That just wouldn't do. Shiro reaches into his pocket and carefully palms his trump card, waiting for
He gets his answer in Shiro's smug grin.
"Are you okay, Keith?" Shiro asks him, the very picture of friendly concern. "You're looking a little flushed."
"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,
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
Keith could have lived his whole life not knowing what Lance looked like while horny.
He gets his chance when one of his regulars comes on the line
Shiro's brain stalls out when he realizes Keith's new tactic.
"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
"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
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
He turns the vibrator up, hard, fast pulses. Keith's breath hitches. His eyes fly open wide, staring at Shiro with that overwhelmed,
With his lips.
Keith wraps a hand around the back of Shiro's neck and reels him all the way in.
"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,
"So did I win?" Shiro asks, pulling back to nip at Keith's throat.
The End 😘🍆💦