Thread by @verdigrease

#sheith

Had an idea for modern setting sheith where Keith is a camboy and has a client that pays REALLY well and has requests. So one day the client demands to see Keith actually fucked on camera. Keith trusts nobody more than his best friend and flatmate, Shiro, so he asks him.

[Did I make a separate account just to post some #sheith brainrot? I did.]

trans!Keith, oh my god they were roommates, unrequited love (Shiro for Keith) to mutual pining, explicit

The client LOVES seeing Keith filled with as many dildos as possible, and demands Keith recount his sexual misadventures from the past week -- how many dicks he had, how they filled him up with cum, etc. Keith invents all of it of course because he has a day job and doesn't--

have the time and besides isn't keen on fucking just anyone. The client pays and pays and PAYS and one day demands to see it on camera, to watch Keith's pussy filled with actual cum and not just the white lube. Keith mulls it over for a week, two, then the client gets impatient.

Keith is afraid that he'll lose the client, and this is the first time in his life that he has enough money and doesn't have to scrape and stretch the weekly paycheck and borrow from Shiro -- who always waves it off "you'll pay me back when you can".

So he makes a snap decision to ask Shiro. Shiro, who has been his best friend for /years/. Shiro, his flatmate and confidant, who /knows/ what Keith does on Saturday and Sunday nights in his room but it makes him squirm. Shiro, who came out as gay when he was 12yrs old and had--

only two long-term relationships with cis dudes, that crashed and burned, and who hasn't brought anyone home since they moved in together 3yrs ago (wonder why that is).

When he broaches the topic one morning at breakfast, Shiro goes beet-red, gets up and leaves.

Keith thinks that's that, and starts going over the very short list of other potential partners in his head. Thinks of asking his ex Lotor, decides against going back to that mess. Starts considering Lance, although he might freak out even more than Shiro.

There are only a couple more names on his mental list and he's sure none of them would work for the "job". So when Shiro starts up the conversation again a couple of days later, Keith is maybe even overly enthusiastic. Shiro is all umms and stutters,

but he makes it clear that he understands that Keith asked him because he trusts him, and if it will /help/ Keith, he'll do it, and he assures Keith that he is /fine/ and /comfortable/ and that he might be awkward about it but he wants to help out as a friend (😏).

So Keith lets the client know that it will happen the following weekend. Shiro is hesitant to broach the topic again but Keith makes sure to ask him if he changed his mind every couple of days. Explains the plan -- that he'll get started on his own, the usual fare, and then

at the half-hour mark Shiro can knock and enter the room. That Shiro is to call him "Kai" and not Keith -- for privacy reasons. That the client is usually interested in penetration and not much else, that he's not expected to be anything more than a living dildo.

They both take STI tests and are given all-clear. Keith has been on the pill for half a decade because of painful periods. They decide that they can do it raw, for the client's pleasure. Keith mentions nothing about the climax, careful to not put too many expectations on Shiro.

Shiro has never been with a trans guy before, and since he was always convinced Keith would /never/ see him that way doesn't have a clue what to do. He decides to do his best to research as much as he can. He gives up on straight porn almost instantly, figuring out that most

of it is exaggerated and unrealistic. So he delves into the more instructional videos, does research on trans guys, jerks himself to oblivion thinking about what's to come (heh).

Nothing prepares him for when he enters Keith's room that Saturday night, and sees Keith sweaty, his eyes hooded, one wrist captured between his squeezed-together thighs and hand in motion between his legs. He wears only underwear, as instructed, and when Keith reaches for him

and just straight-up takes his cock from his boxer briefs unceremoniously, he gets rock hard in seconds flat (although he did keep his ears wide open for a change, listening to soft moans coming from Keith's room already, and was already almost there).

Keith guides him onto the bed, murmurs "I had no idea" in amazement at Shiro's size. Kneels so his ass and pussy take up the whole camera viewport, pops the head of Shiro's cock in his mouth. Works him up, clearly experienced. Shiro just gulps, is afraid of saying anything,

in case the name "Keith" -- on his lips for so many years whenever he jerks off -- drops from his lips. Stays deadly silent, takes the "living dildo" advice to heart, doesn't even touch Keith's face or hair or shoulders. Keith shoots him a puzzled look, takes his cock out of his

mouth, whispers "all good?", to which Shiro gives him a strained nod. Just as Keith is about to go back to blowing him, the client complains that he's not there to watch someone else get a blowie. Shiro bristles at the client's demanding tone, but says nothing.

Keith is obedient as can be, straddles Shiro, puts Shiro's hands on his hips, again with a pointed look to ask if it's okay. Shiro squeezes in response, now lost completely in the moment, lets Keith guide the tip of his cock to his entrance and starts slowly taking it in.

It takes a minute. Shiro is frozen completely, can only look at Keith's face, his eyes closed and brows in a frown denoting focus, teeth biting his lower lip. When he sheaths Shiro's cock completely, he lets out a shuddery sigh, open his eyes, smiles. He starts moving slowly,

carefully, and Shiro is so overcome with sensation and how much he loves Keith and how he might never get a chance like this again -- that he can't help it. He leans in for a kiss.

Keith moves his head back, a look of puzzlement on his features.

Shiro is crushed but plays it off as nothing, although he’s having trouble making any facial expression except frozen and stoic (given how he’s in the process of, you know, fucking Keith). Keith smiles, asks “force of habit?” and Shiro nods with gritted teeth.

Some minutes later the client is unhappy again, demanding a better view. So Keith gets up and turns around, sinks Shiro’s cock back inside now from the back, and starts sliding up and down, his feet on tiptoes, leans against Shiro’s chest with his shoulders for purchase.

Shiro is fighting for dear life. He was sure he’d come as soon as his cock was inside Keith for the first time but managed to hold off, then was close again a couple of times but managed to distract himself. He doesn’t even touch Keith with his hands, afraid he’ll make another

transgression, touch a place too intimate for Keith’s comfort just like when he tried the kiss. Leans back on his hands and looks away from Keith, afraid the sight of his body will make him come, while Keith rides and moans and whispers “fuck mes” and “oh gods” to the client.

[Cw. I don’t know if this is the right way to word the warning, but let’s say these next couple of tweets have Keith’s perception be that of slight dubcon on Shiro’s part. (It’s not actually)]

Keith on the other hand is getting tired, his rhythm is off. The client seems to notice and instructs that “Kai’s friend fuck him right.” Keith is hesitant because he can tell, on the screen where he’s checking if the framing is right, that Shiro is looking away.

He whispers to ask if Shiro is okay, gets a strangled “uh-huh”. Asks if he thinks he can do a bit more, and Shiro nods, barely looking him in the eye. So Keith (still concerned but it’s five minutes till the end of the session) sits on Shiro’s

stomach and takes Shiro’s hands and places them on the back of his thighs, a bit under his knees. Wonders if Shiro will need more instruction for a second when he stays frozen, but then Shiro readjusts, pulls Keith’s body closer to himself.

Shiro is fucking sure he’ll come after two thrusts like this, just given reign to manhandle Keith’s body and fuck into him, so he bites his lip until he draws blood, lets the sting ground him, looks to the side again and starts thrusting.

He’s never felt anything better in his life. Keith’s moans change pitch, becoming deeper. He sees from the corner of his eye that one of Keith’s hands is moving below his navel. Thrusts carefully but starts losing control from how incredible it feels to fuck Keith and speeds up.

Keith suddenly moans louder, shudders against him, so he stops, concerned that he hurt his friend. A couple of seconds later Keith’s phone beeps from the end table. Keith waits for a moment, then slides off his lap, whispers something up close to the camera and giggles.

Shiro is only confused for a beat, then realizes the session is over. Keith has impeccable timing, he thinks, faking an orgasm seconds before the hour is up, fulfilling his client’s request. He pulls his boxers up and tucks his raging erection in the tight fabric while Keith

is kneeling in front of the camera, talking to the client in a hushed tone. When Keith turns, Shiro is already standing next to the bed, anxious to run into his room and take care of his hard-on, but hesitant to leave before making sure Keith is okay.

[if I were writing an actual fic I’d be clearer with where the POV changes but that would take forever bc I describe sex and internal monologue for miles and I just need to exorcise this idea from my head; changing to Keith’s POV in next tweet]

Keith came hard, owing to the fact that he could just be an almost-boneless puppet in Shiro’s arms instead of having to hold the dildo himself and thrust, or having to squat over one, or having to instruct a usually-inexperienced-with-pussy-partner to thrust harder and that he’s

not going to break. He even at some point lost the awareness of the camera angle, didn’t care whether the scene was

visible completely in the frame. He just let go, and god, if Shiro fucks like this when it’s awkward and he doesn’t really want to and he’s only doing it as a favor and he’s not attracted to his partner, Keith wonders how it must be to be trapped under a willing Shiro,

be thrust into with desire and abandon, feel Shiro’s hands over one’s body, his lips and teeth on one’s skin. For the first time in his life he’s suddenly jealous of Shiro’s partners, especially when he looks over to the bed and doesn’t find Shiro there, but over to the side,

clearly anxious to leave the situation, to rid himself of the discomfort he’s clearly feeling with Keith naked in the room with him. Keith asks Shiro, quieter than necessary, if he’s okay, and Shiro nods, still strained and awkward, then repeats the question back to him.

Keith is still feeling the slight aftershocks of his orgasm so his body feels amazing — if a little gooey — so he replies “yeah” with a smile, fully intent on talking the boundaries out with Shiro, apologizing, pleading and placating him for putting him in this position.

But Shiro is used to running away from conflict, and so he swallows, nods, and leaves the room.

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