Shiro has a very particular way he likes to unwind.
Exercise videos.
He browses through hours of internet footage to find exactly the ones he likes.
Then he slips into something more 'comfortable' and presses play.
#Sheith
Shiro has no interest in taking part with the onscreen activities.
No, Shiro just likes to watch.
He leans back on the sofa and sighs contently. His eyes follow the movements of the instructor as he bends himself in all manner of eye-wateringly flexible positions.
#Sheith
Shiro loves it. He also really likes this instructor. In fact it's safe to say Shiro is completely smitten. He loyally follows the guy's site & purposely checks every day if there's a new video or live feed. There's also a comment box and a link to an online 'wish list'.
#Sheith
The list consists of an array of exercise gear & clothing. Tight crop tops, trainers, spandex vests, shorts, sweatshirts & Shiro's personal favourite: Leggings.
Followers can purchase items for the instructor with a little message so he can mention them while streaming.
#Sheith
The first time Shiro purchased something from the list he felt a little self-conscious, so rather than buy clothes he bought a pair of silver light-weight dumbbells. Sure enough, a few days later the instructor started his session by thanking "Shiro" for his new 'toys'.
#Sheith
The greeting made Shiro's face turn crimson, but a tiny spark ignited in his belly. He felt he'd made a connection with the onscreen man. Of course there were other followers, but they all used fake handles. Shiro saw no reason to be anonymous. He had nothing to hide.
#Sheith
He typed in the comment box "You're very welcome. I'm glad you like them." He wanted to add X for a kiss but thought that might be weird. This was an exercise video, not some cam-site. Shiro respected the instructor. He looked quite young, maybe Twenty/Twenty-one.
#Sheith
He was always very upbeat and charming, starting every session with a short intro about his day & healthy tips for snacks & smoothies. Then he'd do his stretches, leggings clinging to his shapely limbs. Shiro would gaze in awe at this beautiful man.
His name?
Keith.
#Sheith
Keith had shoulder length dark hair, slim face, cute nose & the most amazing violet eyes framed by long dark lashes. His body was strong & slender, long limbs, lean muscular torso & an ass you could bounce a quarter off. Shiro spent a lot of time thinking about that ass.
#Sheith
It was those thoughts that brought him to his next purchase. A pair of black leggings with a red stripe down the side. They were pretty low-key, but he didn't want to be too eager by buying the more evocative looking ones. He pressed pay&send and anxiously exhaled.
#Sheith
"...and a quick shout out to Shiro for sending me some super comfy leggings. They fit so well with the cute red bunny crop top from 'BadBoy69' thanks guys." The music started & Keith bent over, giving a little wave to the camera.
Shiro sat pouting.
He hated 'BadBoy69'.
#Sheith
He also hated that Keith described the leggings as 'comfy'. He wanted them to be cute too. Sexy even. Yes, he definitely wanted that. As Shiro watched Keith energetically bounce through his routine, all kicks & lunges, he felt deflated at his 'safe' choice of garment.
#Sheith
To boost his own ego & to make sure he got a more personal mention Shiro scanned the list & saw the perfect thing. He sent it express delivery.
The next day he saw a beaming Keith looking straight into the camera. Not only did he thank Shiro, he also blew him a kiss.
#Sheith
As he stepped back his full outfit came into view. A tight lilac crop-top matched a pair of soft pink skin-tight leggings that left little to the imagination. The leggings were complimented by lilac thigh-highs sporting 2 pink bows sitting neatly on Keith's tight thighs.
#Sheith
Shiro gasped.
/Fuck/
He caught his breath as he watched Keith slowly flex his calves and bend his knees. Something seemed different. It felt like he was giving a performance rather than his usual routine. This was about more than just exercise. This felt personal.
#Sheithnsfw
Shiro couldn't take his eyes off the screen. Every time Keith curved his perfect ass in front of the camera Shiro felt his dick twitch. The leggings were so tight they clung to his body like a second skin. Shiro was certain only the skimpiest of thongs lay beneath.
#Sheithnsfw
He reached inside his sweatpants, stroking the bulge in his boxers. On screen Keith was doing squats, his thighs spread wide each time he lowered his body. The stretch of his leggings revealed the outline of his cock, firmly held in place by the crotch of his thong.
#Sheithnsfw
Shiro whimpered as the squats turned into pelvic thrusts. The leggings moulded themselves to Keith's flexed thighs & Shiro almost lost the ability to breathe. His hand delved inside his boxers, grabbing his straining erection.
"Ah ..Keith..baby" he keened&hissed.
#Sheithnsfw
All he could focus on was the shape of Keith's ass in the clingy fabric of the leggings. He was so close to the camera Shiro could almost touch the rippled muscles each time Keith leant forward and pumped his hips. It was like a strange arousing torture.
#Sheithnsfw
Keith gazed into the camera & licked his lips. Shiro wasn't sure if he was dreaming, because suddenly Keith said his name. "Shiro, I hope you're watching my work-out today. These leggings feel amazing. Thank you."
Shiro let go of his cock & hastily typed a reply.
#Sheith
"Yes I'm here. So happy you like them. You look hot X" this time with a kiss. Just as he almost sent it he noticed the private message icon.
/That wasn't there before/
He quickly copied his reply & sent it as a message. On screen Keith glanced past the camera & smirked.
#Sheith
Keith immediately took it up a notch. Loud intense music started playing & his exercises became even more physical. Shiro stared hungrily as Keith smoothed his hands along the silky leggings. His fingers seemed to slide over his thighs. He flashed a smile at the camera.
#Sheithnsfw
Shiro swallowed. His cock felt so hard it hurt. He desperately needed a release. He roughly stroked himself, feeling it building inside. He could see the drops of sweat on Keith's abs as he twisted his body. Shiro imagined himself licking those abs, tasting the salt.
#Sheithnsfw
"Keep moving guys I'm just having some water..phew!" Keith ducked to the side of the camera. Within seconds a notification popped up on the laptop. Shiro scrambled to read it, almost falling on the floor.
"If you thought that was hot keep watching Big Boy. x"
#Sheith
/Big Boy? But..oh./
Shiro stared at his own profile pic. It was a selfie taken in the gym. He looked pumped in a white vest, his body tanned. His eyes drifted back to the action as he enlarged the screen. Keith was still moving at a high pace, clutching a water bottle.
#Sheith
Shiro watched open-mouthed as Keith held the bottle over his chest & doused himself with water. The moisture trickled down his body, soaking through the fabric of the leggings, making them almost see-through. Shiro couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at the screen.
#Sheithnsfw
Through the damp transparent fabric Shiro clearly saw the pattern of a black lace thong & what looked like a sizeable package. For a slim guy Keith was definitely hung. The teasing instructor laughed as he carried on working out, his leggings more clingy than ever.
#Sheithnsfw
Shiro groaned as he typed another reply. His pulse racing, his cock throbbing.
"You're driving me crazy baby."
/Fuck it/
Shiro didn't care if it went too far.
He wanted it to go as far as it could.
/Yeah as far as ripping those leggings off and making him scream/
#Sheithnsfw
Shiro felt like crying. He fisted his cock, smearing the leaking pre-cum up and down his thick veiny shaft.
Keith saw his reply and turned to readjust the leggings. As he pulled them up tighter round his crotch, they revealed an undeniable semi.
Shiro almost choked.
#Sheithnsfw
The music tapered off to a calmer tune. Keith bit his lip while he stretched his legs slowly, moaning softly with every tensile burn. Shiro harshly fucked into his hand, watching as Keith lost all shame, lying on his back rhythmically bucking his hips in the air.
#Sheithnsfw
"So warm" Keith whined, gracefully peeling the thigh-highs off his clammy leggings. He lay back and lifted his legs in the air to continue his cool-down. Shiro's sweatpants were at his ankles. His boxers half down his thighs. He frantically tugged on his painful cock.
#Sheithnsfw
"Ahhh oh please let me come...I need to come..ah" Shiro's desperation mounted. Every time Keith moaned Shiro jerked harder. He stared at Keith on all fours stretching his back with his ass up in the air. The leggings pulled so tight they looked fused with his body.
#Sheithnsfw
/Holy goddamn fuck he's killing me/
Shiro kneeled in front of the screen, his wrist aching from the constant motion. Keith purred through his stretches, ass taut, leggings obscene.
"S-stay like that...just until...ahh I....can...c-come...ahhh" Shiro cried out.
#Sheithnsfw
The release hit him like a bullet train, hard and fast. Endorphins surged through his body.
"Fuck Keith...fuuuck!!"
With a firm grasp his cock erupted, cum shooting out over the laptop.
/Oh shit/
Shiro leant forward, panting. He could hear Keith's breathless voice.
#Sheithnsfw
"Wow that was some work out"
Keith lay flat on his back, arms over his head. He turned and smiled at the camera.
"Hope you enjoyed that. My new leggings feel wonderful. They're so soft. Thank you again Shiro." He winked and Shiro fell apart.
/I want him so much/
#Sheithnsfw
Shiro cleaned himself up, still watching the screen. Keith did his regular sign off ending the feed, but his profile still said 'online'. Shiro's fingers hovered over the keyboard.
/Come on Takashi...think!/
Before he got chance a message appeared.
/It's him/
#Sheith
"Hey big boy did you like it?"
Shiro nodded as he as he typed.
"Yeah it was great, you were great." He cringed at himself.
"I checked your profile. Your pecs are pretty impressive" Keith replied.
"Thanks. I like to train a lot." Shiro cursed his own reply.
/I'm so lame/
#Sheithnsfw
"Guess what?" Keith teased.
"I don't know, what?"
/Really Shiro? Jeez!/
"I'm still wearing the leggings. They're kinda sticky. Think I need some help taking them off." Keith cast his net and Shiro swam right in.
"That's too bad. I'm good at helping." Shiro sighed.
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"I hoped you would say that Shiro. You look very strong and capable. Just what I need." Keith reeled him in.
"I'm not playing. I really do want to help you." Shiro tried his luck.
"Hmmm good job I checked your location. I'd say you're 20 min away." *smiley face*
#Sheithnsfw
"Really? Give me your address. I'll come straight away." Shiro stared at the screen praying this wasn't a prank.
"Oh no I hope you last a little longer than that." A cheeky reply followed by an address. Shiro's heart lifted and his dick pulsed. He knew the exact road.
#Sheithnsfw
"See you in 20. Don't move." Shiro quickly grabbed fresh clothes. He checked himself in the mirror, saluting his reflection before dashing out. All the way to Keith's place he kept thinking about the leggings and how he was going to bury his face in that tight crotch.
#Sheithnsfw
As he pulled up outside Keith's apartment he took a deep breath.
/Keep your cool Takashi/
He knocked on the door, heart in his mouth.
Slowly it opened to reveal Keith still in the leggings, looking like pure candy.
He scanned Shiro's body with an approving gaze.
#Sheithnsfw
"Keith?"
"Shiro?"
"Nice leggings...tight."
"Nice hands...big."
"Good for helping."
"Just what I need."
"Oh I have exactly what you need."
"Really? Hard or soft?"
"Right now? So fucking hard."
Keith grinned tugging Shiro's shirt.
"Well big boy you better come in then."
#Sheith#LegsForSeven2020
(Epilogue)
Loved up and happy our two guys settled down and opened a gym together. Keith even created his own active wear.
He gave Shiro very special physical previews of every new design.
Especially the leggings.
They would always be his favourite.
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.
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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.
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/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.