Thread by @FalkaTyan

Dancer!Keith/officeworker!Shiro, a thread!
#NSFW!

Just imagine, a #Sheith AU where Keith dances on heels.
Like in Kazaki's videos.
He's so long and hot and his muscles are so well-defined and elegant.

Their video is on some ad screen on the street...

youtube.com/watch?v=AxNcSi…

...and Shiro stops to take a look at the clock in the corner of the screen. Just to see the time! But then he sees Keith, in a blank tank top and minuscule shorts, with a lethal look and on heels that are meant to pierce hearts of his enemies.
Shiro realizes that he's drooling-

- after Keith's group's video ends only.
This is only the beginning.

Who knew that uptight, strict manager Shiro would spend his time watching provocative music videos and gathering intel on one of the dancers?
Not Shiro himself, that's for certain. Keith takes up a bigger...

...part of his life with every passing day.
Shiro sits in front of his TV and rewinds one particular moment again and again.

There, Keith is walking straight at him. Tall, handsome, self-assured. He's the young god. He's here to take Shiro and possess him.

Shiro is all too...

...ready to be the sacrifice to Keith's altar.
🧚🏼‍♂️At night, Shiro imagines himself in Keith's bedroom. No, better than that: he's brought to Keith's chambers naked and collared. He's made to kneel in front of Keith's door. Shiro is waiting, anticipation wrecking his nerves. What-

-if Keith rejects him?
He waits, and time seems to run in circles, until the fateful door opens with a click. Keith stands at the threshold, as mighty and untouchable as ever.
Shiro whimpers.
Keith looks him over with mild interest. His violet eyes seem to gain access to depths-

-of Shiro's soul in one blick. When Keith is satisfied with the inspection (his gaze doesn't even linger on Shiro's scars and his metal arm), he makes a sign for Shiro to follow.
It doesn't even come to Shiro's mind to stand up and walk after his master.
He crawls.
In the room, -

-Keith points at the bed and claps his hands, urging Shiro to move faster.
Keith still doesn't say a word. On the bed, Shiro is at a loss. Should he present himself? Should he stay on all fours? Turn over and show Keith his belly?
He doesn't have to struggle long. Strong hands-

-envelop his torso and easily flip Shiro on his back.
Shiro gapes in shock when Keith manhandles him to his liking - which means with his legs bent at the knee and spread wide.
Shiro's been prepped before the event so it doesn't hurt when Keith slides a finger in his hole, and-

- then another. All the while, he watches Shiro's slack face with a little haughty smirk. She feels that it all goes the wrong way, that he should be serving Keith and not Keith pleasuring him, but Keith is so skillful that Shiro is falling apart.
Soon, he can't even comprehend-

- what exactly is happening aside from the fact that those violet eyes pin him in place and that he's surrendered fully.
His dick is leaking on his stomach but Shiro feels his arousal as an afterthought in Keith's presence.
He doesn't notice how much times has passed but he-

- definitely notices when Keith withdraws his fingers. Shiro keens, overwhelmed and at a loss but then a palm cups his jaw, none too gently, and it's enough to ground him.
Soon, Shiro forgets his panic: Keith has somehow lost his tight breeches and his bare cock is pushing into-

- Shiro's hole.
Shiro dissolves into pure bliss. He thinks he cries; his cheeks are definitely wet. Keith just laughs at Shiro's desperate moans and whimpers. It's so much; so hot, so relentless, so wonderful.
He wants to tell his master that he can do whatever he wants to Shiro-

- but Shiro's lips are too heavy to move and his mouth is filled with cotton.
Luckily, Shiro doesn't really have to say it out loud; Keith is all too aware of his power over Shiro. He relishes it; he enjoys making an utter mess of Shiro.
Shiro's never felt so owned, so blessed...

... so useful.
He would've begged if he could. Shiro thinks he'd beg if Keith ordered him too. He would do it for Keith.
Keith finishes in Shiro's ass, his pelvis slapping at Shiro's ass cheeks and his nails digging crescent shapes into Shiro's thighs.
Shiro didn't come. -

- He's never come untouched yet. If Keith won't deign to land Shiro a hand, Shiro will have to find joy in bringing Keith to climax. Which is more than he deserves anyway, thinks Shiro dazedly.
Keith stops riding off the aftershocks and stills inside Shiro's channel. His cock is-

-hot and big in Shiro's ass; not moving, just staying there, amid all the filth. Claiming Shiro. It's an all-encompassing feeling. Shiro looks at the place where Keith's hips meet his, then lifts his gaze and is met with Keith smouldering eyes.
Keith is having so much fun-

-at Shiro's account.
Shiro is enthralled.
Next thing he knows is Keith laughing cruelly while raking his long nails with black polish down Shiro's chest, scars and all, not paying any attention to Shiro's screams...
🧚🏼‍♂️-

-Shiro wakes up with a gasp in his living room. In front of him, screen-Keith is leaping in the air. In a split. Shiro watches him land in awe... then notices how uncomfortably damp his pants are at the crotch.
Shiro bangs his head at the back of the couch.
He's royally fucked.

🍑 to be continued!🍑

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