Thread by @KesRunsSlow

i'm really stressed out today, have a mini #sheith thred!

For some reason, Shiro went and bought the extra large top loading washing machine for their laundry room. At first, Keith had been delighted.

Until the first time he had to use it after washing Kosmo..

All those towels

that were muddy and gross? Yeah, not lettin those sit in the laundry room for 5 days.

So while Kosmo fluffed in his own room (of course), Keith hauled all of the huge towels in and then stared at the washer.

He hadn't realized Shiro had gotten a Shiro-sized washer.

Fuck. He

sighed, sagging a little, before bolstering himself and dragging out the little step stool so he could get to it.

After dropping in 3 tide pods, Keith made the back and forth trek of climbing down, getting a couple towels, climbing back up, putting them in, rinse repeat.

He was

starting to get a little tired, honestly. Washing Kosmo is kinda like trying to wash a tornado mixed with an angry pro wrestler. It was a full body workout.

He sags into the washer with a little half laugh, kicking his legs out behind him and...by his own shit luck... kicking

the stool out from under his own feet, leaving him trapped half-stuck in the washer.

"Oh god fucking dammit. Perfect. Just fucking perfect. UGH!" He struggled with that for a while, managing to haul himself up to drop down, only to hear a dark chuckle behind him.

"So this is

what my little Kit is up to while I'm away, hm? Getting all dirty? and wet?" Shiro had snuck home, intending to surprise his husband early, but quickly realized his sweet hubs was cleaning up after a real battle. Poor thing. Better help!

But when Shiro stepped into the laundry

room and saw Keith's perfect, heart shaped ass on full display while trapped? Those soft, pliant cheeks, covered only by his little booty shorts that read 'sugar baby' and had little watermelons on them.

Keith was damp, because Kosmo had dunked Daddy twice in the bathtub, so

tiny drops of water still dripped uncomfortably down the backs of his thighs.

He jumped at Shiro's voice then growled. "You ass. I'm stuck! help me down!"

"So demanding. I'd rather not. I will help you out though..." Shiro purred and Keith, growled again, even as Shiro single

handedly lifted him, closed the washer lid, then replaced his husband on the washer.

"Put your hands out, stay bent over like that for me, love."

"Shiro, come on. I am so gross..." His face was flushed from his struggle, hair up in a bun at the top of his head. His argument was

half-hearted at best though as Shiro plucked his shorts down to his knees, baring that pretty hole. Keith tensed.

"Ah ah, baby. press your thighs together. Just like that, that's my good boy." Keith whined, groaned. His arms shook and Shiro took pity. "Lay down, cheek to the top

you are such a good boy. Now, stay." Shiro smirked, kneeling behind his prone love. He spread those perfect cheeks and dove in, laving his tongue over Keith's hole, making him yelp and squirm, but Shiro kept licking, lapping in little kitten licks all around his rim, down the

back of his balls, sucking just lightly before tracing his tongue back up and plunging it in as deep as he could.

Keith shouted, writhing and bucking back. "Uhnnnn, Shiro! Shiro, please!"

Shiro only grinned, working his baby's ass open. Once satisfied, the bigger man leaned

back, admiring the shiny, twitching hole eager to be properly filled.

Keith keened, desperate. His poor lavender cock, flush with blood and leaking against his thighs.

"What do you want, baby boy? What do you want next? Want me to fuck you right here? During the spin cycle?"

(so um...hi, here. have some smut? i hope this is ok? i don't....know....what im doin right now? more later? if my migraines let me lol gunna go have some focal seizures rn, catch yall later)

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