#Sheith thread.
Keith reads to Shiro to help him relax. His voice is soft, melodious. Shiro loves the way he sighs at the end of a page. In fact Shiro loves it so much it turns him on. Each time Keith's voice lilts and hums warmth fills Shiro's belly and a twitch fills his pants.
#Sheith
At first he lay back on the sofa, his head resting on Keith's lap. The young Paladin stroked Shiro's hair while he read, gently twirling his nimble fingers through the silvery strands. Keith's voice and touch comforted Shiro, eased away his stress. The big guy was hooked.
#Sheith
Keith read every sentence with a slow lyrical tone. He played with the words, rolled them round his mouth. At the end of a paragraph he'd hesitate, exhale and continue.
Shiro's skin tingled with every breathy sound. Goosebumps spread over his body the more Keith sighed.
#Sheithnsfw
He wanted to hear those breathy sounds up close. He wanted Keith's tiny sighs in his ear while he touched him. Held him.
/Fucked him/
He wanted to lose himself in Keith's voice while he made him come.
/Talk to me. Tell me how it feels. I can make it feel good/
#Sheith
They'd not been dating long, a couple of weeks max. Things were getting more physical, but not yet all the way. Shiro wanted him, but he didn't push things. He would let Keith choose when and where. Until then he was just happy being horny at the sound of his bf's voice.
#Sheithnsfw
Keith however was not 'just' happy. He wanted more. The reading started off as a way to unwind Shiro, get him more relaxed. Keith hoped it would get him in the mood for 'other' things.
/more exciting things/
Things that involved touching, licking, sucking.
/fucking/
#Sheithnsfw
The last few times he read to his bf Keith noticed Shiro shifted about, changed his position. He no longer lay on his back. It was almost like 'something' was making him uncomfortable.
/Something he wanted to hide/
/Something big/
/Something hard/
Keith smirked.
#Sheith
The next eve Keith suggested Shiro took a bath while he read to him. The big guy's face lit up.
Shiro filled the tub, adding lots of bubbles so he could hide his erection, maybe even stroke himself a little under the water. He was getting hard just thinking about it.
#Sheith
Keith waited until Shiro was fully immersed in the bath. He sat on the floor beside the tub and began to read, keeping an eye on his bf's reactions.
Shiro leant back. The water level was half way up his chest. He slid down so his shoulders dipped beneath the foam.
#Sheithnsfw
It was as if Keith's voice sounded extra breathy, more enticing than normal. The low hums and lingering vowels vibrated towards the big guy's crotch. Shiro closed his eyes and slowly moved his hand through the soapy water, inching towards his erection.
#Sheith
Keith continued to read, savouring the words, building up his tone. He glanced at Shiro. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted. Keith scanned lower down. He could clearly see movement under the water as the foam parted.
/Takashi, you sneaky boy/
Keith loved it.
#Sheithnsfw
Shiro listened to his bf's smooth tone and carefully touched himself. His cock felt so sensitive in the warm water. Every time Keith sighed. Shiro gave it a little tug. With every drawn out husky sentence. Shiro's stroke increased.
Keith kept reading...and watching.
#Sheith
Shiro was trying to be quiet. He swallowed his moans, but feared his staggered breathing might give him away. He opened his eyes slightly, squinting at Keith.
/Oh/
His bf was still talking, but his focus was definitely not on the book.
/He's watching me/
Shiro smiled.
#Sheith
Keith was no longer reading from the book. He was making the words up as he went along. He flashed Shiro a look. His eyes were still closed, but his face looked flushed.
Keith stared intently as Shiro licked his lips and let out a long deep breath.
Keith gulped.
/Fuck/
#Sheith
It was barely a moan, a whisper at most, but there was no denying what it meant.
Keith mumbled incoherent sentences as he watched his bf intently.
Shiro bit his lip and huffed. The rhythmic movement in the water increased.
Keith couldn't stand it.
/I need to touch him/
#Sheithnsfw
"S-shiro?" Keith gasped.
The big guy opened his eyes and gave him a soft look.
Keith leant over and kissed him, lips full, wet and hot. He caught his breath trying to speak.
"No, shhh." Shiro drew Keith's hand under the water, making him whimper as he felt his cock.
#Sheithnsfw
"K-keith...ah." Now Shiro moaned loudly as Keith curled his fingers round his shaft and dragged slowly up and down.
Keith started talking to him, low raspy tones, praising him, edging him further.
Shiro's cock had never been harder, his need never greater.
#Sheithnsfw
"Come for me baby." Keith growled as he exerted his grip on the straining cock. Shiro was lost. Head back, mouth open and groaning at his bf's firm hold. The warm water stung his stretched skin, but he couldn't get enough. Pleasure surged straight through his veins.
#Sheithnsfw
Shiro grabbed onto the sides of the tub, thrusting his pelvis up into Keith's clutching hand. The water was splashing everywhere, but neither of them cared. With a final flick of his wrist Keith yanked Shiro's cock to completion, making the big guy cry out.
#Sheithnsfw
"That's it baby, so good." Keith admired Shiro's seed swirling around in the water. He gently milked his cock until the big guy came to his senses. Shiro smiled, panting, cheeks blushed. Keith gazed at him.
Right in that moment he looked beautiful.
/I love you/
#Sheith
After that night Keith still read to Shiro on occasion. His voice was still his favourite kink and much to Shiro's delight Keith soon helped him uncover a few more. They were a perfect fit, spicy yet sweet and filled to the brim with devotion for each other.
#Sheith
Shiro was happiest just resting his head on Keith's chest, listening to his breathing. The vibrations of his voice made him feel relaxed and settled.
"Happy?" Keith grinned at his bf.
"Yes. As long as I'm with you." Shiro snuggled up.
"Keith?"
"Hm?"
"Tell me a story."
CW: death, suicide.
His skull felt like lead, too heavy for his neck to bear it much longer. When did things get this bad? When did the apathy and the numbness set in? Even opening his eyes felt like an arduous chore. He dreamt of release, of slipping into a deep sleep forever.
How many times would he wake again? Lie still on the cool sheets while his heart thumps loudly in his chest? Would he drag his cumbersome limbs away from the safety of his bed? Every day the same routine. Pushing himself to play an upbeat role in a badly written screenplay.
Except this was no movie or tedious stage production. He wouldn't wish this experience on any audience. The banality of his daily existence would grind down even the bleakest of nihilists. In truth, he merely feels nothing. He floats through reality, muscle memory on auto pilot.
I really want to talk about something, but I feel uncomfortable. I have nobody to explain it to and it's probably more in my head than anywhere else.
I don't want to feel like I should be ashamed to write nsfw content about a fictional character because of 'age'. It's upset me.
To me a fictional character is ageless and not a real person, that's the whole point. Telling someone your content makes them uncomfortable because the character is the 'youngest' in a show makes me feel like I'm somehow 'wrong' for creating vanilla a/b/o nsfw content about them.
I've blocked the person, for their sake and mine, because I found a nice place to share and talk about something that made me happy and I don't want 1 person to spoil that. Maybe now I've said this I will feel better, but right now I feel weird about it π
#joecherry#γ¨γΉγ±γΌγ¨γ€γ#sk8infinity#γΈγ§γΌγγ§γͺ π―πΈ
(Includes past joecherry/Ainosuke)
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As a man of taste, Kaoru loved the finer things in life. Good food (cooked by Joe), vintage wine (served by Joe), travel (with Joe), wearing the best fabrics (admired by Joe).
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When it came to fabric, Kaoru felt in his element. He loved natural fibres, intricately woven material from exquisite silk and cotton. The softer the fabric against his skin, the more satisfied he felt. He hated patterns, opting for plain base colors in various hues.
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At work he always wore his navy blue yukata with a gray and yellow obi. He saw it almost like a uniform, a kind of formal attire. As soon as his work day ended he would rush home and luxuriate in a long hot bath, before adorning himself in smooth sleek silk for the evening.
#joecherry π―πΈ 1)Once a week Kojiro has a day off from the restaurant. He likes to relax & spend it with Kaoru, enjoying a long morning in bed before making them both an indulgent brunch. Kaoru loves these lazy days, but feels he wants to treat his bf to something special.
2)"Tonight I'm preparing dinner!" Cherry boldy announces to a somewhat confused Joe.
/I thought he said he couldn't cook?/
"Okay, sounds great," Kojiro answers, plastering on a grin to mask the slight pinch of dread in his gut.
/What if it tastes bad?/
/Nope, I'll just eat it!/
3)Kaoru sees the doubt on his boyfriend's face and huffs to himself.
/Hah, just you wait mister/
Undeterred by Joe's scepticism, he confidently makes arrangements for their meal.
/I guarantee you will love every mouthful/
Cherry has never been one to back down from a challenge.
A #Sheith thread for @goddessarashi birthday β€
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Every day Shiro tended to his herb garden, nurturing a vast array of aromatic plants. He had a reputation for being a herbalist, combining different ingredients into potions to help the townspeople with their minor ailments.
#Sheith
He meticulously selected specific herbs to relieve anything from insomnia and digestive problems to more acute complaints like tooth- and earache. The townsfolk trusted his intuition and as Shiro never accepted money they repaid him in goods and favors.
#Sheith
He never needed to purchase anything. Food, drink, laundry, transport, his herbal potions replaced the need for silver coins. All Shiro had to do was maintain his garden, turn the soil between his weathered hands, gently caress delicate green shoots, cultivate with love.
A little #Sheith thread for the 14th of Dec. Mild angst/happy ending πππ
Thank You for reading.
Happy anniversary to these lovely boys β€π€β€π€β€π
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Keith sits alongside his friends at the venue. The place looks charming, flowers & garlands, soft tints, romantic.
#Sheith
They sit in seats covered in brightly colored fabrics while an usher gracefully scatters rose petals.
The petals flurry to the ground, coating the pale blue carpeted aisle.
The same aisle /he/ will walk down to marry another.
Keith sighs, a frown crumples his forehead.
#Sheith
/How did we get here?/
Keith wonders at what point Shiro decided he didn't want to marry him, choosing a stranger over the person who always stood by his side.
/I can't do this/
He wants to break free, escape the sickly sweet floral fragrance of the venue, run far away.