Was this fic made for me? Practically! Four Shiros loving Keith the way he deserves 🥺🥺 if you catch me rereading this one all the time don’t @ me ITS GOOD
#sheith, nsfw, d/s, light consent play within d/s, sex toy, figging
The toy is Olkarian, and after making their way through human and galra toys, Shiro thought it would be a nice surprise.
Plus they’d been marketed in the shop as “organic” and had been good for
“Sensation play”. Shiro remembers how much Keith had enjoyed the Galran sensory gel. It had made his cock so sensitive that even with the cockring Shiro had been able to get him off multiple times with just a fingertip playing with his cockhead.
That had been a good, good day.
So he orders the new toy, and when it arrives he responsibly reads all the directions. He takes his role as Keith’s partner and Dom very seriously, and with alien things it’s better to be safe than sorry.
He texts Keith a photo of the toy when he’s finished.
There is a public wedding later this week, a planned affair with all their friends and family. It will have magazine photographers ready to cover everything due to their profiles and fame.
But this is not that. This is the real thing.
They part just after breakfast, Shiro kissing Keith on the cheek before he heads out to pick up his suit.
It’s a nice but casual button up and slacks, the shirt in a light gray that matches his eyes. The more formal paladin colors are for later.
The day Shiro spends
having lunch with Allura, Lance, and Matt. Keith will be with Pidge and Hunk. They could all be together, but he and Keith decided to pick this one tradition for today. A bit of separation will make the reunion sweeter.
After, Shiro goes back to Matt’s, showers and gets ready.
Keith as a pup in training, a little clumsy at first but he learns fast. He’s never been one for following rules, but when it’s Shiro telling him what to do...
The first order is that he’s not to come without permission. That starts easy enough,
until Shiro calls him to kneel between his legs. He’s still wearing the captains uniform from work, and it’s a stark contrast to Keith who’s been stripped down to briefs. Keith is also in his collar and ears, and the way Shiro looks him over makes him burn.
“Good boy,”
Shiro says. His boot touches Keith’s knee and pushes to widen Keith’s legs.
“And what’s this?” The toe of the boot slides in Keith’s thigh, then taps gently against Keith’s cock. His cock that’s already a little hard and distending the fabric. Keith gasps.
#sheith, Keith mate bonds unknowingly, tags to be added!
The mission is... long. Too long. By the time Keith gets back to the Atlas he’s bone tired, almost limping. His hair is stuck to his neck in sweat or blood and he hardly cares.
It’s Shiro that swoops in then,
taking him into his personal suite, undressing him with the utmost professionalism.
“I’m fine,” Keith says when Shiro helps him into the bath.
“Hush,” is the only reply he gets.
And maybe thats fine. Keith is tired and the water is warm and
Shiros hands unplaiting his messy hair is a soothing balm. He’s never let Shiro do this before, but it feels natural to put himself in Shiros care.
When he takes the shampoo to Keith’s hair, there’s a full body sigh at the sensation. Something warm and infinitely soft
After almost a year of this, Keith’s closing in on the title of Beef Farmer of the Year. Previous omega titleholder has met the alpha of their dreams supposedly. Keith can only roll his eyes.
He swipes left and left, hoping the rejections sting. With each he gets closer.
In December he can taste victory. He’s seen the hit count on his profile, tons of alphas who come wishing they could have the chance. Keith updates his photos just for them, posting very attractive shots that any alpha would drool over.