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Those nystagmic eyes of Shiro’s missed nothing when it came to Keith Kogane.

Besides, absolutely nothing dared to get in the way of him enjoying his favorite time of the day. The time of day Keith clocked out of his subpar office job and shuffled out of there with his fancy designer trench coat believing he could fool people. People who glamorized flashy things often compensated for something they lacked; from Shiro’s perspective, since the day he began tracking Keith, he concluded Keith lacked true fulfillment in his life. 

Who died and made him the judge? Well, he may have some experience in that department. 

And maybe he just didn’t wish such a damning experience on another person. 

And why Keith, in particular? 

That reason he kept to himself. 

Keith, his dear, sweet, lovely Keith, became special to him. Ever since that day when they crossed paths at a nearby diner. Keith ordered a powdered donut and coffee on his break. Simple and delicious yet effective—just like him. Those striking eyes of his made Shiro think of precious jewels; the contrast to those amethyst eyes and his black hair worked well on him. And that slender build of his, with some modest muscle definition poking through certain outfits he’d wear, cranked up Shiro’s attraction to him times infinity. He knew how to flaunt himself without boasting and he knew how to be self-sufficient. 

But Keith shouldn’t have to be, not anymore. He deserved someone who really would take good care of him. 

At this point Shiro memorized everything to know about him. Like on his left inner thigh, he tattooed the extravagant raven himself, a symbol of his family, Keith explained to past hookups.

Even his hygiene schedule he completely memorized—practically down to an art. While like with anyone else’s it could vary, Keith preferred his everything showers on Fridays or Sundays. He enjoyed shaving just about every other day and whoof what a joy for him to watch him tend to himself like the king he knew he was. Especially when he tended to that small bush of hair on his pussy. So clean, like he never needed it fully shaven because many of his hookup partners never minded the hair. Shiro knew he definitely didn’t mind the idea of burying his nose into the bushy, curly hair as he ate him out; thus far all he could do was fantasize. 

Soon Shiro would do all of these things and Keith wouldn’t even ever have to lift a finger. Tending to himself and wishing someone else would do it for him must get tiring after a certain point. 

Shiro really wanted to just take him home and take care of Keith. He wanted to be Keith’s happiness. He wanted to share happiness with Keith. 

Sometimes Keith liked to pleasure himself, just like any other person with basic human wants or needs. But he liked things a bit more intense. He’d keep some vibes inside him the entire day as he went about his business, bringing himself over the edge again and again. When Shiro kept watch, Keith soaked himself many times and probably wondered why not a single one of those past hookups of his ever got him to that point. 

Soon Keith wouldn’t think like that anymore. Not when Shiro would soon be all he ever thought about, Shiro was certain of that. 

Later that evening, Keith returned to his apartment. Hanging up his coat, hat, and scarf he ambled into the kitchen, refilling the electric tea kettle and switching it on. Determined for a nice comforting cup of earl gray to conclude that below average work day. A job in sales, while as honorable as any other, tanked his mental health when nothing went right or even necessarily wrong. 

He accepted some time ago he doomed himself to this job, even he earned well and managed a more or less stable life most people wanted. 

Livin’ the dream, I sure as hell am . . . he mused as he prepared that cup of earl gray. Some rustling noises about the area distracted him as he glanced up, eyes flitting to figure out where it may be coming from in there. He doubted anyone broke in, but those sounds still felt awfully close by, and in a panic, he pulled out his phone and texted ‘ HELP - POSSIBLE INTRUDER’ to the 911 text line. 

But then his doorbell rang and, still in a bit of a panic, he reached for a kitchen knife and crept toward the door. Not before seeing the familiar man in his winter leather coat and what appeared to be a piping hot bowl of Pho did Keith relax. 

Shiro. It’s just Shiro, Keith thought and smiled upon answering the door and tucking the knife into his back pocket. 

(He may have realized too late it was just a butter knife.)

“Warn a guy next time,” he teased as he stepped aside to let him in, shutting the door behind him. “I thought you were a burglar.”

“Sorry,” Shiro replied, setting the takeout onto the counter and removing his coat. “I thought you might want some company. And Pho.”

“You know me far too well.”

Shiro’s grin brightened his whole complexion at the praise. 

“I wouldn’t be such a good friend if I didn’t.”

His cell rang. He held up his hand: “Hold that thought.” 

“ 911. Are you safe? ”

“Yes, thanks.”

“ OK. We called off sending people. ”

“OK.” 

“And that was?” Shiro inquired as Keith stashed his cell away. 

“Ah, no one important.” Because who would tell their friend they called the cops on them? “So what brings you here?”

“You mean other than you?” Shiro chuckled and admired the way Keith flushed at the sentiment. “Ah, nothing really. I just felt like coming over. Why, I’m not intruding, am I?”

“No,” Keith admitted. “But I do have some work to finish.”

“Oh. In that case, I won’t overstay my welcome, so I’ll leave this Pho for you and please call me if you need something.” 

“Thanks.” 

Hey, nobody refused free food, and Keith didn’t realize he had been hungry until then. When Shiro left, he got to enjoy his meal—not before securing the locks. No such thing as too paranoid in his world, right?

. . . Right ? 

When his anxiety spiked, showers often remedied that. 

But not tonight. 

Maybe a part of him felt a little suspicious of his newer friend Shiro. 

Just one, tiny, itsy bitsy part of him. 

But did he have a right to feel unsafe? Shiro never seemed dangerous, but often many criminals never seemed dangerous at first. 

His friend Lance’s comments never comforted him all that much, either—not that Lance had ever been the expert at that. All throughout their college years and now Lance hadn’t changed much. To Keith that was another little nugget of comfort, providing some semblance of normalcy to any major shifts in his life.

‘ Listen. My spidey senses really tingle with that guy so just watch your back around him. ’ Lance told him once after seeing Keith with him. 

‘ But . . . He saved me? Found those people who were about to rob me and everything .’ 

‘ That means nothing, Keith. That could have been a set up. ’

‘ You don’t know that .’

‘ Just trust me on this, OK? When I am right on things like this I am right .’ 

Keith, of course, heeded that warning, but he acted like he trusted Shiro to fluff things up a little. Because why would he tell Shiro he called the cops on him when his friend already became suspicious? Maybe Shiro had a fair idea? 

Besides, best not to insult the intelligence of any potential criminal or shady person. That just meant a cruel demise. 

What did he do now? He still felt those goosebumps dance and crawl about his skin like they were doing the salsa, and not even the ambient sounds from the thunderstorm outside helped as he rested against the wall in the shower. 

“Hey, AL?” His G-Phone activated. “Can you turn on some ambient music on Spotify?”

“Yes. Here is your Ambient Sound Playlist on Spotify.” 

Well, that might help set the tone for drowning those anxieties out. 

Might . One thing life taught to a young man—life guaranteed nothing. Not success, not failure, not safety. It didn’t matter what he did right or wrong or what walk of life he had been on at that time. 

As tragic as that sounded, Keith found some odd comfort in the fact; that meant no one truly was a victim of life. Rather of circumstance. Which meant perhaps some things they had control over happening. With the things they couldn’t control? All left up to choice and grit and drive. 

Heh. All if this philosophy discussions with himself reminded him of his therapist appointment that weekend. He needed another session. His distractions from the damning numbness of life began to lose their luster. 

A part of him still longed for an escape—the monotony of the day to day got to anyone but especially someone like him who wished for something else. A different identity, no, not necessarily. A different life, no, not quite that. A different mindset? Absolutely. His mind played evil, downright diabolical tricks on him should he ever grant it enough time and permission. 

It didn’t help that a new connection set off red flags to his friend. 

The turning dial to shut off the water emitted an annoying creak as he stepped out, wiping his damp skin off. As he applied lotion he swore he caught a glimpse of something out the upper corner window from the corners of his eyes but doing a double take he saw nothing that time. 

A classic beginning to an abduction or murder story. No one in this day and age could be that predictable but he did have a real pocket knife handy this time. He lived alone in a more upscale area in New York City; of course he needed to take extra steps to ensure his own safety. 

He fell back into his fluffy bed, desperate for reprieve from an exhausting day. One good thing which came out of it was that the Pho was just what he needed to complement that cup of earl gray. 

Despite his and Lance’s reservations about him Keith did commend his attentiveness. Something a bit refreshing on another man, for sure, and something that would have otherwise been the greenest of green flags. Without the general air of creepiness, Shiro would have been a potential partner. He already looked the part. Jet black hair, kind looking eyes that might’ve been hiding psychopathic tendencies behind them. Who the heck knew? Certainly no one because Keith realized he knew next to nothing about what Shiro did on a day to day or even his favorite hobby. Just happened to work nearby–that was all he ever told him. Nothing beyond that. 

You DID just meet the guy like, what, a month ago? He reasoned with himself. You don’t have to know him, but you can try to gauge something interesting out of him later. You don’t owe him any friendship or something even if he is kind of nice. 

Something in his mind, heart, and gut told him to keep a fair distance, though. 

A part of him also felt like he couldn’t be outright rude. Shiro did protect him from a potential car break in, sometime earlier in that month. He owed him common human decency after that even if he did freak him out. 

His phone vibrated along his nightstand and annoyed, he swiped it up and read the new notification. 

‘ Everything good? ’ Lance. 

‘ For now. Shiro came by today. ’

‘ Oh. Did he try anything weird? ’

‘ No. No, he bought me Pho. Then he left. It was kinda nice of him. ’ 

‘ I guess it is. ’

‘ Changing your mind? I’m surprised he remembered I liked it. He got it for me after that break in. ’

‘ No. I’m not. I’m not saying these gestures aren’t nice or anything, but I don’t know. He even gives Allura the creeps .’ 

‘ Well it’s not like I want to date him or something. ’

‘ He doesn’t seem like one of those guys who’ll take no for an answer, though. Or worse, he might already think you guys are dating. ’

‘ Then I know what to do if he tries anything. I’m not hapless, Lance. ’

‘ I know. But you are too nice sometimes despite your prickly exterior, buddy. ’

‘ Yeah, yeah. I do appreciate the concern. Come over tomorrow? ’

‘ Yeah. Sure .’ 

If Keith ever had to name a person he could always count on it was 100% Lance. Definitely one of the reasons he could sleep easy even with a strange friend hanging onto him.

Speaking of, he may as well attempt to sleep. Disregarding the things he felt, he drifted off. 

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The next morning didn’t go as expected. 

Then again, no one knew what to expect from the moment they woke up. Even a creature of habit like Keith. The same damn routine every damn day. Wake up at 5AM, clean up, brew coffee, prepare breakfast, get dressed, get out the door by a half past 5. Clock in at 6. 

His daily routine since he started that stupid dead-end job even if by anyone else’s definition that definitely wasn’t a dead end job.

But this? This had been . . . unprecedented, to say the least. 

The minute he adjusted to waking up his nostrils tickled from the scent of homemade cinnamon buttermilk pancakes wafting through the air. He didn’t recall inviting someone inside the other night. 

He didn’t recall allowing someone in his damn kitchen , either. With a racing heart he leapt out of bed with his pocket knife handy and dashed into the kitchen. 

The color drained from his face. 

Lance’s suspicions had been confirmed.

Shiro whistled a merry tune as he multitasked with Keith’s prized stainless steel pans and even prepared the coffee. Things he enjoyed doing on his own already, thank you very much. 

“Sh—Shiro?” Keith addressed. Shiro twisted around with a big smile, acting like he owned the place. 

“Hi, Keith! Hope you slept well. Have a seat! Your breakfast is almost ready.”

Keith’s mouth opened, then shut, and then opened again. Why didn’t he listen to Lance again? Because in spite of knowing better he still preferred to give people the benefit of the doubt? Because deep down maybe, just maybe, Keith lacked genuine intelligence and his red flag radar malfunctioned and viewed red flags as green flags? 

“How—?”

“–I made my own pair of your keys.”

“ What ?”

“Don’t look so shocked. I just want to be here for you, Keith. You don’t have anyone looking after you and I know I can.”

He switched off the stove, placing the pancakes in a neat stack. Topped with berries and butter and chocolate hazelnut drizzle. Keith admitted to himself that his mouth watered a bit. Maybe there might not be any harm in eating it, but that would also mean condoning a home invasion from someone who didn’t understand proper boundaries.

Then again, no point in reasoning with a lunatic, right? 

“You haven’t been getting enough protein in your diet so hope you enjoy extra thick, extra fluffy protein pancakes.”

“Uhhhh.” Keith wordlessly settled onto a bar stool. He still clenched that pocket knife in his hand. As Shiro served his meal and coffee, he cleared his throat and gestured to his weapon.

“You plan to use that to slice into your pancakes?” Keith slid the pocket knife over. “Ah. So you do learn quick.”

Keith winced. 

“Don’t think you can try anything from here and out. I shut off your WiFi and your phone services. Anything you need from the outside world you get through me.”

“And what about my job?”

“I make enough to provide for us both. I sent them your notice a while ago.”

“Right.”

“It’ll be perfect, just you and me. I’ve been dreaming of this.”

Keith didn’t respond or react, only picking at those waffles like a selective eater. Except that wasn’t the issue now was it? A maniac broke into his home. A maniac he allowed himself to ‘befriend.’ 

What were the odds?

Keith finished breakfast without saying a word. Shiro took care of cleaning everything up. All things Keith was perfectly capable of doing himself. He never enjoyed being useless—especially with himself. 

Once chores had been taken care of, Shiro guided Keith to his bedroom. 

“This is going to be our house now. So let’s set a few rules.”

Keith blew a fuse and his nostrils flared.

“You’re not the one paying for this place—!”

“—well I am now.” He shot back with an unimpressed look. “You don’t have to be alone anymore, Keith. There are no rules except for letting me take care of you. In every way.”

Keith frowned, also knowing better than to ask but asking anyway. For dramatic flares or effect or something. “In—every way? What does that mean?”

Shiro’s eyes flashed in a dangerous way. Keith gulped–already knowing what a stupid question that probably was to ask. The bigger man crept closer, resting his hands on Keith’s knees. 

“I don’t think I have to elaborate on what that means, baby.” Keith dared not stop him; another stupid move for sure, but Shiro slid his pants and underwear off in the blink of an eye. Shiro loomed over him as he glanced down at his raven tattoo, his eyes meeting Keith’s for a brief moment. 

“I’m so lucky I can have my turn with you. I can’t imagine how lonely that pussy must be–even with you whoring yourself out to all of those men. Doesn’t seem like any single one of them could satisfy you either.”

Keith flinched upon the realization that Shiro might have been tracking them for longer than he knew of his existence. How would he know anything about that? “Shiro—I’m-I’m so sorry, please, I don’t want this from you.”

“But I want you.” Shiro answered with a purr. Two fingers pried open Keith’s soaked pussy lips and with his other hand his forefinger drew lazy circles around his clit. Keith’s breath hitched but a moan forced out of his mouth. God if anything Shiro really could put those hands to good use. Shiro sighed as more slick dampened his fingers. “This pussy really has not been treated well, hm?” 

“What else have I ever done to you, kitten? Other than being nice to you. Other than being so good to you. I can keep being nice. And you can keep living life. Just play by these rules. All I want to do is take care of you Keith. Let Daddy take good care of you.”

“But–!” 

A frown stressed Shiro’s features. The rest of Keith’s protests faded like fleeting whispers–deeming any further attempt to reason with someone like Shiro, who rejected any logic and reason, fruitless. Pointless. 

The guy possessed the brains to orchestrate a home invasion, but not the brains to negotiate any fair rules. 

But what did Shiro know about how to play fair? 

Keith might have been doomed from the minute they crossed paths with each other. 

“I don’t have to be nice, Keith.” Shiro’s hands cupped Keith’s bottom, sliding him down until their eyes leveled with each other. 

Shiro didn’t have to be nice. Keith didn’t have to be nice. That cleared the air between them but something else seemed to linger in Shiro’s voice–a bit of an edge, a challenge, and Keith never backed down from one.

An idea clicked on in his head. Keith knew how to play with fire without getting scorched from head to toe; he meant it when he told Lance he wasn’t hapless. He knew this was dehumanizing but what other choice did he have at that moment?

A fire came alive in his eyes as he met Shiro’s, traces of fear or uncertainty gone. He could sport a brave face like he had been since the dawn of time. 

But God, he may never let himself live this down. 

“Then quit stalling. Don’t bore me.”

Ignoring the wave of disgust which Keith masked through a sensual smile, he brought his lips up to Shiro’s bit onto it, suckling a little on the sensitive skin. His lips trailed from there to his chin and Shiro’s throat hitched, giving Keith a sense of control. If Shiro wanted him to be nice, then Keith could be extra fucking nice. He knew how to play up his own, unique charm, and Shiro probably observed that enough given how long he’d been watching him already.

Slender, veiny fingers pressed onto Shiro’s cheeks, their lips leveling. Keith’s lips barely brushed against Shiro’s and without a shadow of a doubt Shiro thrived on this. 

Shiro leaned into his touch, any hint of malice in his expression melting away and Keith fought another wave of repulsion. Giving into a psychopath had never been on his agenda, or anyone’s agenda.

“Tell Daddy what kitten wants, and Daddy’s happy to give it to you.”

“I-I thought Daddy knew what I liked.”

“Oh, I do,” he chuckled, stealing a soft kiss. “Daddy knows exactly what you love.”

The challenge in Keith’s eyes was evident. 

“Prove it to me, then.”

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“It doesn’t matter how many times you send it, Lance–it won’t work.” 

Allura prepared them their favorite brunch, but with Lance preoccupied with reaching Keith (or rather his inability to reach Keith) she deemed it rude to enjoy that concoction herself. 

“That fucker got him. I’m so positive. That fucker got him.”

“We can check in on his office later,” she offered while sliding his plate of food over to his end of the counter. “You can’t keep stressing over Keith like this. He’s a grown man.”

“I know! But you forget we’ve been friends since we were practically fetuses.”

“I know, Lance. I’m worried about him too.”

“You felt how weird that guy was, too, didn’t you?” 

“Of course I did.”

“Then why the hell aren’t you flipping out as much as I am?” Lance in spite of the quasiness and unease in his stomach bit into the smoked salmon bagel. Always much better put together at home by someone he loved instead of at some overpriced local cafe. “He could be dead in a ditch somewhere, or the psychopath could have scattered his remains all around town at this point.”

“I doubt that’s his plan.”

“But what do we know other than he gives off serious creeper vibes?”

“We know nothing else right now. Lance, let’s take this one step at a time. Besides, you can’t focus on an empty stomach.”

Lance dragged out a sigh in defeat. “Alright.”

Keith tried to relax into it. Not much else he could do in a situation like this.

As much as in his mind he believed he resisted any shred of charm Shiro may have had left in him, a part of him still was attracted. He wanted to aim a flamethrower at himself than admit that out loud but not like Shiro could read his mind. Thank God. It had already been a situation alone for Shiro to know what he liked from watching him that way too . What the fuck else had this lunatic been doing behind his back? From the . . . what, less than a month since they met?

“How’s that feel, kitten?” Shiro peered up from between his legs, already a beautiful mess of his own sweat and Keith’s slick and arousal coating his lips and chin. Keith ignored the pang of disgust in his heart and stomach and managed to force himself to nod. 

“Good.”

Shiro stole a kiss on his thigh, right on his tattoo–a little knack about Keith Shiro seemed oddly fixated on for one reason or another. Keith didn’t care to know why; he knew what happened when he tried to seek any kind of answer. He always learned more than what he ever cared or wanted to know. 

His tongue snaked back up to his pussy–already red and throbbing and fucked out from countless orgasms Shiro wrung out of him already from the early morning until now. Keith had just been suspended here in his bed (er, their bed now, because Shiro stole everything he worked so hard to get for himself) and shocked by the fact that he didn’t yet grow bored of this. 

“Are you ever going to stop?” 

Shiro stopped and glanced up at him again, expression melding into one more of curiosity than annoyance. The guy had unpredictable mood swings; Keith didn’t know how to mitigate any of this about him.

“What, do you have other commitments I don’t know about?” 

“Yeah, going to the restroom, for one.”

“That’s fine.”

“Oh thank God.” 

I could have sworn he might’ve wanted to watch me in that act. 

“But you have to let me bathe you. And we can shower together.”

“No. The restroom is my ONE moment of reprieve from this and no matter how much of a psycho you might be, that is a non negotiable. Capisce?” 

Shiro almost pouted, but figured he could allow this one boundary. “Capisce.”

“You know my friends are going to look for me, right? This is going to be the first place they check.”

“Yes. Am aware.”

Keith cast a wary look, leveling him out, or attempting to, anyway. Shiro had been harder to read than he thought before. “And you aren’t concerned about that because . . .?” 

What an awkward position he found himself in now. Not only had he managed to cooperate with this madman still occupied between his legs but they were having an actual civil conversation in spite of . . . everything.

“Because you aren’t going to rat me out.” Shiro pulled away, albeit with a hint of reluctance. Evident from the way his eyes flashed with the desire to continue and something else, something Keith couldn’t quite name. Keith shuddered. As much as he fantasized about being the object of one’s desires, about being someone else’s someone, this definitely hadn’t been what he had in mind. 

“Oh. So you think it’s that simple.”

“It is, actually. I’m the one covering the expenses now, and I know you’re much too prideful to ask your friends for help. I’ve watched you longer than you’ve known I’ve existed, Keith. I know how a brain like yours operates. You can’t stand being in debt to someone.”

“So then that brings me to the million dollar question, am I in debt to you?”

“No.” Shiro grinned–an out of place gesture, all things considered. “Far from it. I’m here to take care of you, to look after you, so you don’t have to work yourself to exhaustion to make ends meet.”

Keith slipped out from under Shiro and fought back a groan. Yep, Keith must be insane himself. What hope did he have trying to help this guy see any modicum of logic? In an attempt to flee to the restroom he hopped onto the ground but stumbled a bit, losing balance. And wincing from the discomfort between his legs. That was going to hurt for a few days, perhaps longer if Shiro continued this between any chance of idle time either of them had.

“You have got to want other things than this.”

“Of course I do. I just want to share those things with you. You’re the only one for me, Keith.” Shiro extended his hand and gripped Keith’s closest elbow. Keith stiffened a bit in his hold. “I have all this fortune, all of this wealth, all of these opportunities, and no one to share them with until I saw you one day. You just looked so tired, so lost. I wanted to change that.”

Disregarding his approach Keith would have considered these sentiments . . . mushy and actually kind of appreciated. But nope, nope, nope, he couldn’t ignore everything else. 

“I don’t have anything to say about that.” Because you sound insane. “I take it that’s another reason you’re not worried about getting caught. Money.”

“That’s one aspect, sure.”

“So what else is part of this grand scheme of yours?”

“Scheme?” Shiro’s eyebrows shot up. “THis isn’t a scheme. I just want to be here for you.”

Keith let out another groan and shuffled into the restroom before he spat out something he knew he’d regret knowing how overall unstable Shiro appeared. 

Ah. This one little moment of reprieve could last for hours. 

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That evening, someone knocked on Keith’s door. Shiro disappeared somewhere but instructed Keith to say his services got shut off due to some unforeseen event, but both of them knew his friends were smarter that. Yes he meant that about Lance. Often smarter than he ever allowed anyone else to believe.

Keith peered through the peephole and yes, Lance dropped by with a worried expression etched all over his face. Sighing, the door creaked as it opened. 

“Hi.”

“Mind explaining why you answered NONE of our calls or texts?” Lance gestured a signal for Keith to confirm. Keith responded, and Lance knew right off the bat what that meant. Now that look definitely read I fucking told you so .

“Uh . . . Everything got cut off due to unforeseen events.” God no one would buy that. Lance didn’t. “You know how it is, sometimes.”

“Alright. Well, we’ll figure something out, then.”

Lance quirked an eyebrow but then nodded, sending another signal before sauntering off. 

Keith sighed before closing the door. 

“He took that well.” Shiro remarked as he shuffled back into the living room. “Hungry? I’m ready for a feast.”

Of course, he meant a feast of the double entendre kind, and Keith cast an unimpressed look. For someone who appeared intelligent enough to master a home invasion and to be so full of wealth, Shiro probably came as simple as any other member of the male species. 

So most of the time just thinking with his pants, and at least in Shiro’s limited perspective, maybe his heart. But nothing existed in that noggin of his—that much, Keith concluded . . .

Suddenly he existed in a fever dream. Or perhaps that ‘life is a simulation’ theory possessed some truth to it after all, and Keith never had been one to believe in bizarre conspiracy theories. Not without some solid basis to go off of and expand upon at least. 

Geez, the way Shiro dawned that doting sultry look like Keith was some piece of meat. What would it take to appear as unattractive and undesirable as possible to a lunatic? Cooperation? Submission? Continue being extra extra fucking nice ? As much as the very prospect of that wounded Keith’s ego, he already tested the waters and that only appeared to excite Shiro even more . So nothing might work for all that Keith knew. 

“Make dinner or something then.”

Shiro grinned and nodded, eyes flitting up and down Keith’s figure. “Preference?”

Keith groaned. “Surprise me.”

“OK.”

Shiro gave him another few hours of reprieve—thank fucking God. With not a trace of an ability to pause and reflect on his actions, Shiro probably thought of himself as a prize of a boyfriend or something. The model of hospitality or some bizarre shit.

Keith shuffled into the living area and settled into the love seat, rubbing his temples as another headache came on, sighing. What did Lance tell him before about being too nice sometimes? Lance had a point. How long did it take for him to break up with James Griffin, that pansy ass son of a bitch? 

“Dwelling on something?”

“Don’t go around acting like a therapist.”

“I’m licensed.”

“What?”

“Don’t act shocked. Money provides me the time and the resources and all the favors.”

Somehow Keith didn’t believe in surprises anymore. 

“Oh great, not only are you a psychopath, you’re a multitalented psychopath.”

In spite of the insulting jabs Shiro chuckled. “Yes. Licensed talk therapist, massage therapist.” Shiro cast him another annoying, smoldering look. “Good at a fair number of sports, fantastic chef if I do say so myself.”

“I mean full offense when I say this, but I don’t give a flying fuck.”

“Ouch.”

“Don’t act so shocked,” Keith parroted in that same, condescending tone Shiro nailed down to an art. “Don’t think any of what you do earns you any privilege of knowing anything about the inner workings of my mind. It’s fucked up in there.”

“Apparently, I know a thing or two about being fucked in the head.”

“No kidding,” he deadpanned. 

“Get the table set up, kitten. You do a good job and you get a reward.”

Keith refrained from gagging. Did he really find that sexy? Then again, fucker had a Daddy kink. Keith had a marvelous relationship with both of his parents, thank you very much, a luxury he knew not many others shared.

A luxury he took for granted, the longer he shared the same space and the same air as this sick fuck.

Keith did as instructed by Shiro and set the table for two. He missed the times he only set the damn place up for one. Yet another luxury he took for granted—his solitude. He got too used to it and now that vanished in the blink of an eye. 

He picked at the meal for a few minutes before going into the rest of the evening with a ‘fuck all’ mentality. 

Besides, who refused free meals?

(Well, the payment may not have been money.)

Shiro put away the dishes, leaving Keith to wallow in his own despair and self-pity. Because apparently, his lack of foresight and the fact that he gave Shiro the benefit of the doubt led him to this. 

Whatever Shiro called this . 

Keith slinked over to his bed while Shiro still slaved in the kitchen. Maybe the extra hand wouldn’t be so horrible. But Keith enjoyed doing such things himself, he worked for his independence and this life and that had been yet another luxury of his stripped away. 

“Already back in bed for me?”

“We’re not doing anything.”

“And where did we agree that you had a say in that?”

“For this to work, you sure as hell are going to negotiate with me.”

“Or what?”

“Or you don’t get my love or something.”

“Do you—guarantee that you could love me?”

“Life has no guarantees for anything.”

“Right.” Shiro’s eyes flickered to Keith’s lap and he looked like he salivated practically on sight. Keith saw him visibly swallow as he fiddled with his fingers. “Can I eat your pussy until you go to bed, kitten?”

“No.” Keith’s eyes directed to Shiro’s evident tent in his pants. “You may need some help elsewhere.” 

“Getting you off is enough for me.”

Keith made a face, appalled at the suggestion he was about to make.

“You can . . . fuck me, I guess.”

Shiro quirked an eyebrow, incredulous. “Will it make you . . . like me more?”

Did he seriously lack that much emotional depth?

“Can’t say yes, can’t say no.’ Keith dragged out a sigh and averted his gaze to the side table. “Lube’s in there. And uh, a wand, if you want to use that too.”

Keith may as well get something out of this and even if he didn’t often get off from just penetration, that erection Shiro poorly concealed looked painful. Embarrassed and flushed already, he parted his legs after Shiro acquired the lube and situated himself there. 

“Fuck,” Shiro breathed after he removed Keith’s pants and boxers. He squeezed a liberal amount of lube onto his hand and with a gentle push, inserted one finger and worked him open until he deemed Keith ready for another one. 

Keith relaxed into the touch, fingers clenching his bedsheets. Ignoring the embarrassment from the squelching of the lube mixed with his own arousal as Shiro worked in a third finger. His other hand stroking himself to full hardness and Keith idly thought if the size of that cock would tear him up in there. 

Once Shiro believed he worked Keith open enough, he pulled out his soaked fingers and instead of cleaning off that mess used that to lube his dick up before lining it with Keith’s hole. Keith tried not to tense, tension only ever worsened things and the only way he could ever orgasm was by relaxing and not thinking too much. 

Shiro slid a good portion of himself and let out a shuddering gasp. Keith impressed himself by not making too much noise; he could never give Shiro too much satisfaction. 

“Fuck, kitten. You ever taken a cock as big as mine before?”

Maybe Keith had a death wish: “Yeah. Bigger.”

“Then taking Daddy’s cock won’t be a problem for you.”

Would he please stop calling himself that? 

Keith fought back a grimace and Shiro inched more of himself inside. Shiro started with a few lazy hip rolls and thrusts, taking his time and drinking as much of this in as he could,  and Keith didn’t dare to look him in the eye, instead directing his gaze to a wall. Shiro probably wanted that, no matter what Keith chose to do or not to do, Shiro found a way to win, to earn the upperhand. As naive as Shiro could come across, he definitely was intelligent enough. Keith knew better than to underestimate anything about him. The fact that he appeared unthreatening and innocent before had been what led him here.

“Wonder how tight you’d feel in your ass, or in your mouth. God–bet your mouth would feel so much better. Maybe you could clean Daddy’s huge cock once he’s finished, hm? Let that be your reward for letting Daddy take care of you?” 

Oh my God, shut the fuck up. 

The amount of screaming and yelling done in Keith’s mind alone might have set a record.

“Sounds like Daddy just likes to hear himself talk big game.” Yeah, Keith couldn’t fight the annoyance in his voice. Sue him. Annoyed at everything had been his second nature, anyway.

Would this shut him up or goad him on? 

Who the fuck knew? 

“Do you want to make Daddy mad, kitten? Because it’s certainly working.” Shiro increased his tempo and his hips snapped with each thrust. Keith still didn’t make much noise, maybe a little yelp of surprise here and there but Keith knew how to suppress everything to avoid disturbing his neighbors. 

Shiro chased his orgasm and finally, he came, but thank God not inside. Shiro at least possessed enough decency to come onto Keith’s stomach instead. It still felt humiliating on every account, and Shiro probably only just began for tonight. 

“Thank you,” he said after taking a wet rag and wiping Keith down. “That did help me wind down a bit.”

“Sure,” Keith replied, tone short. 

“I thought you said this would make you like me more,” Shiro pointed out with a frown.

“That kind of stuff doesn’t happen overnight, Shiro. It takes time and effort and work. Everything in life does. But seeing how much of a man child you appear to be with all of your privilege and likely trust fund cash, you probably don’t know what hard earned anything means.”

“Look at you, all observant and like you have me all figured out.”

“Don’t I, though?” 

“No. You won’t find out shit about me but I’ll know everything about you, kitten. Now let me help you get cleaned up. Sit up.”

“Fine,” Keith replied with a huff and did as he had been told like an obedient child. “Just get it done and then I can get ready for bed.”

He hoped to God Lance and Allura were thinking of some way to mitigate whatever he got himself into . . .

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After Shiro cleaned Keith off, he even helped to dress him into his nightwear (not without a lot of mumblings of protest out of the younger man). Whatever sick fantasies Shiro wanted to fulfill for himself, Keith honestly didn’t give a flying fuck about, either. He just wanted a foolproof escape out of his own damn home and then somehow reclaim his earned life. 

Keith stiffened in his seat at his vanity while Shiro brushed through his hair, humming to some embellished tune. So weird, so out of place, so uncanny he found such delight in little moments like these as if he hadn’t infiltrated Keith’s life like a soul-sucking leech. 

“I decided to return your cell phone privileges. Monitored, of course.”

Of course, did Shiro believe Keith would naively expect anything else, or anything at all ? 

“OK.”

“‘OK’? No ‘thank you’?”

“Why do I have to thank you for giving me back what you stole from me ?”

“I don’t have to be nice to you, Keith.” He still continued brushing through his hair and once finished and pleased with the results, admiring the silky, shiny finish of his hair, he pressed a possessive kiss to the crown of his head. “I can always take this all away.”

Yeah right, he’s all talk. If he was serious about that, he would have done so already.

“Bite me,” Keith sneered. 

“Hm?” Shiro murmured into his hair before he trailed down to his ear, giving it a playful nip. “I can.”

He continued to plant more heated, desperate kisses along the crevice of Keith’s neck and onto his shoulder, pausing. 

“God, you’re beautiful, and you’re all mine.”

Keith felt a nerve snap. “I never said I was—!”

“—ah, ah,” Shiro chastised. “You want to stay on my good side, baby.”

“Fuck you.”

“You just did, but we can again. Maybe I need to plug that insolent mouth of yours up with my cock. Let it warm up in there. Then use it to tear up your throat.”

Keith swallowed at the thought. 

“You said you’ve taken bigger cock before, hmmm? Does that mean your mouth can take a big cock too? Since you’re so sure of yourself, why not prove it to me?”

Keith’s nostrils flared, jerking his head in his direction with a fire in his eyes. “I don’t have to prove shit to you.”

Shiro growled in response, prying Keith off of his vanity chair and pinning him onto his bed. Shiro held him, secure and possessive on either side of his head. Keith’s eyes flickered from the slightest hint of fear but that didn’t deter Shiro. In fact nothing Keith did prevented any of this.

“I said I didn’t have to be nice, kitten.” Shiro’s grip on Keith’s head tightened. “I can plow my cock into that bratty mouth of yours until it’s dry, raw and bleeding. I don’t have to do that, either. Moreover, I don’t want to do that, which is why I haven’t.”

“‘M—sorry,” Keith breathed, struggling to find any strength to fight back at that moment which shot an arrow right through his pride and ego. Then again, that may have been a better fate than giving a rough blowjob to someone when he clearly didn’t want to. Shiro’s grip felt constricting and his fingernails dug into his cheeks in another word of caution. 

Shiro relaxed his grip. From threatening to affectionate, tender, and soft, and the transition gave Keith a whiplash. Shiro’s thumb caressed the cheeks he had nearly bruised, and Keith just then realized how sore they’d gotten from the contact. Shiro sighed, a hint of disappointment in that action, more directed toward himself than Keith which confused him. 

His eyes softened from his hardened gaze and a queasy feeling bubbled in his stomach and chest again. 

He wanted to get out of here, out of this. 

But nothing ever came that easy to him, huh?

“I love you, kitten,” he murmured, ghosting his lips over Keith’s nose. “You don’t have to say it back.”

He couldn’t even if he had to.

“I’ll always be here for you, my pretty baby.” 

The worst news Keith could ever hear. 

“Are you ready for bed, beautiful?”

Shiro crawled into his space, laying on his side and opening his arms, inviting Keith to be his little spoon. Keith cursed himself in his mind and accepted the invite, albeit unwillingly. 

Shiro nuzzled his face into the crook of Keith’s neck, another sigh escaping his lips, this time a more satisfied tone.

Keith ignored the growing bulge pushing into his ass, tempted to pull away and attempted to, but Shiro secured his grip. He pushed his erection into his ass harder and groaned, rutting a bit against him. 

“Mm. Don’t be surprised if you wake up to me drilling that cute ass of yours.”

In any normal relationship, Keith would have been elated at the prospect of that and his partner entertaining any other kinks he had under his belt. Too bad Shiro didn’t appear to believe in normalcy or the traditional relationship route. 

He opted for no response. Shiro didn’t seem to mind, snuggling him in even closer like he was a sacred treasure. 

“My sweet, precious kitten. Sleep tight. I have special plans in store for us and our future together.”

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With a strange stroke of luck on Keith’s side, he didn’t wake up to Shiro’s cock buried deep inside him or to him committing some other unforgivable felony. Instead he woke up at the crack of dawn with Shiro’s arms still wrapped in a protective hold around his waist and his lips into his neck. That meant no way out without disturbing the slumbering dragon. 

Great , he thought, turning his head to gauge whether he could wriggle his way out of those bulky arms that were much stronger than they already looked. He then glanced at the digital clock on his nightstand which read 5:30 in an obnoxious firetruck red font. He breathed through his nose and attempted to slide out from under Shiro’s arms and, relieved by that success, snuck into the restroom with his returned cell phone. 

He tested those murky unknown waters. No way he could ever wholly trust Shiro—he’d be stupid to even consider the possibility. He could pretend that he did.

Keith : i got my phone back

Lance : and! so what are you supposed to do with this?

Keith : I can’t say much, he’ll know. 

Lance : guess he is smarter than he looks, that being said he looks like a poop turd 

Keith fought back the urge to snort. Leave it to Lance to sprinkle some humor in an otherwise potentially deadly situation. Now all he had left to do was to plan accordingly. How did he mitigate a monitored phone?

Did he still have QuackQuackGo installed . . . ? 

He did!

Ah, Shiro, Shiro, Shiro. You big ass load of dingus. He shouldn’t have been entrusted with his phone again—perhaps this was part of his ploy, but Keith could only guess any other motives. Apart from the most obvious one which was to earn his trust and by extension his love. 

Ha! As if that would ever happen. 

Then the door knob fumbled, startling Keith for a moment. 

“Keith? Baby?”

“Hm.”

“I have to head into work this week. I can track your location from your phone, so don’t bother trying to run. The tracker bypasses any VPNs you might have installed.”

Oh, fuck. Not like Keith would have been stupid enough to try to leave anyway. 

“Are you going to finish up soon? I got to get ready, baby.”

“Uhh. I uh, just got in. I’ll be out in like 10.”

“Alright, because Daddy wants to sneak a taste before he leaves for work.”

Ewww , Keith thought. Okay, pull yourself together. 

Once Keith took care of business and deleted QuackQuackGo from his app library post-search, he slipped out of the restroom to find Shiro perched on his bed and patting an empty spot right on his lap. 

Keith fought another grimace and the way his stomach twisted in disgust. 

But he obliged anyway, settling into his lap, ignoring the growing bulge under his bottom. Trying to ignore it, anyway. Except Shiro ground his growing erection harder between Keith’s ass cheeks and Keith found some foundation in gripping onto Shiro’s shoulders. Which of course only encouraged Shiro more, pressing an enthusiastic nasty kiss onto his cheek. 

“I’d rip into that perfect pussy all morning if I didn’t have to go to work in an hour, but this’ll serve just as well for now,” he purred into his ear before kissing it. “I want you to do a few things for me since I gave you your phone back.”

Duh. Everything always came with a cost. 

“Like?”

“Send me a video of you pleasuring yourself with that wand. We didn’t get to use it yesterday. Show me what you like to do with yourself with those mini vibrators too. I want to see you soaked in yourself by the end of it.”

Keith nearly scoffed, flinching as Shiro brushed his thumb over his lips. 

“What, you gonna show me off at your office or something?”

Why the fuck did he ask that?”

That gentle grip turned protective once again. 

“No, I don’t like to share unless I’m sharing my things with you.”

“O—okay.”

“Good boy. Now I’m going to get dressed. You can go ahead and get started once I leave.”

Great . 

Shiro parted with another kiss before setting Keith aside. He gave himself another minute to admire Keith and then disappeared into the restroom. 

Keith shivered. Ugh . This happened because he dared to give someone the benefit of the doubt. 

Shiro soon left—not before stealing another kiss on his forehead, nose and lips. He checked to see Keith following through on what Shiro had instructed with the toys laid out on the bed. 

Sighing, Keith stripped himself down. He would do what he always did on his own—this time with a recording of himself. Shiro could do anything with something like that. 

He perched his phone after turning on a video onto the vanity across from the bed. 

Switching on the wand he slowly rolled it over his nethers. Biting his lower lip as he tried not to be too vocal too soon. He liked to let completely loose on his own accord but he didn’t want to give Shiro too much to get excited about. 

As he inched himself closer to an edge with his wand, he upped the power and vibrations. He clenched his thighs and sighed into the sensation, caving into it, releasing anything else weighing on his mind concerning the situation. At least in this moment, he regained some level of control, even if he had been instructed by a psychopath. 

“Sh—Shiro—!” Keith gasped and upon realizing whose name he uttered he came hard onto the wand and he didn’t plan to stop there. He wanted to fuck out and forget that he uttered Shiro’s name. But maybe that might earn him some favors—? If he put on more of a show. 

“Is this—what you want, Shiro?” he panted as he massaged the wand along his soaked folds, staring into his camera.

“You want me like this, yeah? Only moaning your name even during my solo time?

“You say you’ll be nice but I can be extra nice too. Or extra mean. I can stop wearing panties in the house but never let you touch me again. You have to live with being so close yet so far away.”

As a wave of shame took him over, he came on his wand again. He panted as he continued to stare into the camera until he calmed down. Finally stopping the recording he sent the video to Shiro for him to enjoy in his own private time. 

Shiro: good boy. can’t wait to see. just from the thumbnail you look so beautiful. 

Keith shivered and opted not to respond. 

Chapter Text

After Keith sent the video, he cleaned himself up as per the typical ritual. Of course, had Shiro been home he’d have done the honors (much to Keith’s dismay). Keith knew never to take this kind of independence for granted ever again after this.

Shiro finally reacted to the video. Keith grimaced and opened the text thread again.

Shiro: you are so good for me baby. maybe i want you to be mean to me instead. i like it when i have to work for it ;)

Except you didn’t work for any of this in the first place, Keith thought with an eye roll. Sighing in defeat he conjured a cheeky text from out his ass somehow. When in reality he wished he could poison him or stab him through the heart with a stake or shoot him with a silver bullet.

Calm down Keith. Let’s reserve the homicidal thoughts for later.

keith: hurry home then, then you can work for it 💦

Gross. You don’t even text your hookups like this. Or at all.

Shiro returned at a reasonable hour. Maybe the video might have been enough motivation to finish whatever he had going as fast as possible. Not that Keith cared. He treasured those hours alone. Shiro continuing to go to work had been another reprieve for a while.

After freshening up, Shiro found Keith curled up on the couch, reading an old classic. He grinned and strutted up to him from behind, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.

“Put that book away.”

“No.”

“Hm. Fine. Makes no difference to me.” Shiro waltzed over and kneeled in front of him, prying his legs apart. “You do your job and I do mine.”

Keith didn’t protest this time—likely knowing that there had been no reason to anyway. It wouldn’t get him far. And what was wrong with letting someone get him off, anyway? That seemed to be all Shiro wanted to do right then.

He only turned to the next page whilst spreading his legs further apart, eyes sparkling at the sight of him as if he hadn’t already done this before. Shiro always viewed him as this shiny new toy he got to tinker with every time he got his way, and Keith just wasn’t sure how to feel about something like that. Maybe had Shiro been a genuine lover, someone he grew to love and to cherish over time, Keith would have been flattered by such a sentiment.

Keith tried not to appear too deterred, though; he remained engrossed in the classic he kept reading, and in the middle of him flipping to the next page, Shiro had already done away with the annoying clothes that got in the way of what he always wanted access to.

Keith idly wondered if he should just frolic around naked in an apron because sometimes, just sometimes, maybe he had his own kinks he’d like to fulfill. Sue him, he was a man with primal needs just as any other. So maybe Shiro being his quick fix didn’t sound like such a bad idea. If Shiro did everything possible to get what he wanted then Keith would still find a way to get some incentives out of it too. Like he told Lance, he wasn’t entirely hapless. He just happened to have one fatal flaw in attempting to see the best in people (which in a world like this, that was the worst of all of the list of possible flaws to possess; this was still something Keith couldn’t grasp, remaining to be life’s dumbest student).

Keith’s legs jumped under Shiro’s vice grip as his kisses felt like someone planting a branding iron to his skin, etching permanent marks he’d wear as a reminder of the shame he inflicted upon himself. Just from engaging with this psychopath. Just from trying to be nice to him. Men like Shiro, or really people like Shiro, was his primary reason behind why he remained so guarded even after all of these years and even after someone as stubborn as Lance kept chipping away layer after layer like he weas a sculptor with an ice pick.

“We don’t have all day,” Keith quipped, a flash of irritation on his face as he glanced down at Shiro with full intensity in those unique, amethyst pools for eyes. “If you’re going to get me off, do it well, because otherwise I can get myself off just fine. You can go jerk yourself off for the rest of your time here for al that I care.”

“Oh,” Shiro cooed, “Someone following through on their promise in being mean to me instead?”

“Something like that.” Honestly? He just already got bored of this. Keith didn’t even understand why he opted to entertain whatever this was but that was probably the best route he could have taken for now. The smartest. The one that could get him the slightest bit scathed still but he would still come out mostly in one piece. Shiro was still dangerous even if he hadn’t proved just how dangerous he was yet (home invasion aside—Keith meant more in terms of violent tendencies).

“God, I love it. Keep talking like that. It’s making me so hard,” Shiro purred as he pressed another scorching kiss to his knee. Another permanent mark of shame—invisible or otherwise, Keith would be able to feel them there for the rest of his life.

“Yeah, obviously degradation and dehumanization would get your dick hard because you’re such a sick fuck.” Keith replied as he set his classic aside. Looked like he was really entertaining this ridiculous session now. “What else would get you off? Are you a panty or boxer sniffer? You seem like the type. Don’t think I haven’t seen any of my panties missing since you got in here.”

“Oops.”

Shiro’s breath fanned over the sensitive skin of Keith’s pussy, which didn’t appear all that aroused yet—not compared to how hard Shiro apparently had already gotten just from the way Keith reprimanded him. Keith would admit to himself Shiro could work that mouth of his just as much as he loved hearing himself talk. Keith’s legs hooked around Shiro’s shoulders and yanked him closer until Shiro’s nose knocked into the little bush of hair above his cunt, and Shiro sighed in delight.

“Shut the fuck up and eat my pussy, or my ass instead.”

“Don’t worry—I won’t neglect either.” Shiro’s tongue licked down between Keith’s lips and Keith shuddered, enticing Shiro even more. He brought his fingers to pry those pussy lips apart and licked another line up and then paused at Keith’s cock, closing his lips around it and sucking hard while flicking his tongue around it. Chuckling as he did it when he heard Keith’s breath catch in his throat and felt Keith’s legs tighten around his neck.

“Fuck,” Keith sounded like the air got knocked out of his body and he swore his body grew weaker, looser, like he was just like any other weak man with urges. Sometimes he had to face the music—this might do for the time being. It might not be the ideal solution or anything compared to something genuine, but maybe it could be just as good. So long as he played his cards right and kept letting Shiro eat right out of the palms of his hands.

Or in this case, allowing him to keep feasting off his entire body like he was an incubus.

“Yes, baby, just let me take care of you,” Shiro growled into his cunt and continued his merciless, cruel treatment on the little nub that was his cock and then he traveled down to his cute fluttering hole, desperate to be filled and to be fucked with that very tongue. He curled the tip of his tongue before fucking it into Keith’s waiting hole, groaning from the taste of something so intimate and so purely, wholly Keith.

Keith also groaned from above him that only encouraged him to fuck his tongue in deeper, eyes rolling up to observe how beautiful Keith looked when he allowed himself ro get lost in how good he knew he could make Keith feel.

“Don’t—stop, please.”

Shiro chuckled and withdrew his tongue just as Keith was about to come over a dangerous edge.

“What’s that, kitten? You want me to stop?”

Keith’s eyes flitted down to meet Shiro’s eyes with a deep scowl on his face.

“No.”

“Then you know how to address me, baby. Ask me nicely and I’ll give you everything.”

“P—please don’t make me say it.”

“Then I guess we’ll stop here.”

“No,” Keith practically choked on a whine, desperate. Shiro clicked his tongue in a pitiful tone and his eyes to Keith’s hungry cunt again.

“I’ll let this slide this once. I won’t neglect you, beautiful,” he swore and Keith saw a look flash in his eyes. Something he couldn’t quite define.

But he didn’t have time for another thought, as Shiro closed his mouth over his aching, needy cunt and maintained eye contact with him in the process. Keith flushed, since past the point of embarrassment and arousal, his now free hands moving to clutch Shiro’s head which had him utter another pleased groan. Like he definitely wanted this, he definitely wanted Keith to surrender to him. It was his plan from the very beginning after all.

Keith panted through his orgasm, voice hoarse as he stammered, “I—you can’t be done yet. You said you aren’t going to neglect me.”

“That’s right, baby. I won’t.” As if to prove that point, he ventured lower, eyes dipping to that cute neglected asshole he swore he would ravish. “I won’t leave you wanting for anything. That’s what I’m here for.”

Chapter Text

Keith may have been a bit more wishy-washy regarding this whole ordeal than he thought.

Because one minute, he played along with the fact that some lunatic wanted to play some old, twisted version of the game HOUSE.

The next, Keith plotted homicide in the few hours of reprieve Shiro granted him, frolicking off to God knows where doing God knows what because Keith never had a chance to dig up any information on Shiro. Apart from what he freely offered him Keith knew nothing useful about him other than the fact that he had money and the means to cover his tracks should he get caught.

Well . . . Keith left those tasks up to Lance and Allura but of course he couldn’t say that outright in any threads shared with them. And though he had texting privileges returned, Shiro made a point to block any helpline—911, 912, any nearby hospital, anything that could get him out of here. Any direct call he needed to make would be through Shiro.

Fucker really was smarter than he let on.

He definitely was caught between a rock and a hard place (understatement of the century, or at least in his predicted lifespan).

“Baby? I’m home. And I brought Chinese.”

Ugh. These moments on his own began to get cut shorter and shorter each passing day. Definitely in his head, of course. Shiro came home at around 5:30PM because he wanted to be in Keith’s proximity ASAP. While Keith wanted the exact opposite.

Too bad in this scenario he wasn’t getting what he wanted anymore.

Keith entered the kitchen and forced out a grunt in acknowledgement. Even something as minimal as that was enough to drain the fuck out of him, but Shiro didn’t seem to mind. So long as he was acknowledged or something or whatever the fuck ran through his void of a head. Keith didn’t say a word as he settled into a bar stool, and Shiro followed suit, sitting next to him and closing up any sliver of personal space he had.

“Dude, back up. Can’t eat with you being a hog.”

“Sorry, baby. I just missed you too much at work today. The taste of you lingered in my mouth all day.” Shiro glanced at the takeout on the counter. “I’d hate for it to get washed out by all of this food, but I do need actual sustenance.”

“Yeah, they say ass isn’t the most nutritious meal of choice.” Shiro snickered and Keith fought the urge to knock him out of his seat. That wasn’t meant to be humorous or snarky; it was just a cold, hard fact. A man needed to eat, real food, and not survive off of just his primal, carnal hunger.

“Now if I had things my way . . .” You already do, Keith thought with an eye roll as he dug into his lo Mein. “Alas, let’s enjoy a good dinner, alright? I wanted to discuss something with you. Another proposal.”

Great. More negotiating with a psychopath, just what Keith ordered on this nonexistent menu!

At least the dinner continued in silence.

Until Shiro ate that last bite of his spring roll and chugged down his glass of water. Who the fuck chugged boiled fucking water? Unless he planned on having tea or something?

“So, about that proposal,” Shiro began as he shifted to face Keith. Who donned the most murderous look any living creature could ever sport—like a wildcat prepared for the quick kill. It still didn’t bother Shiro. “You know, I was thinking we could start being a little more . . . public.”

“Oh fuck no--!”

“—I understand that it might be moving too fast, but you have to hear me out. I don’t want to shut you out from your friends or your life. I will let you see them and be with them but I have to be there too. I can’t have you trying anything, and if your friends know what’s good for them, they wouldn’t try anything, either.”

“You know, I really hate hearing how much you underestimate the intelligence of myself or my friends.”

“I am well aware otherwise I wouldn’t be ten steps ahead of you.”

“There’s no possible way.”

“There is.” Shiro nodded. “So do you want to see your friends, go about your daily life, just with a plus-one?”

Keith snarled. “Yeah, sure, why the fuck not? I don’t have any real choice in anything in my life anymore but you just granted some of that autonomy back! Whoohoo, am I ever so fucking grateful.”

Shiro’s forehead creased. “Keith . . .” His tone trailed off, low and menacing, like thunder. “I don’t have to be nice.”

“Me neither.”

“Watch that tongue before I do something I might regret.”

“Oh yeah? What else could you possibly do that I don’t already loathe?”

Something unhinged inside Shiro must have cut loose as he sprang out of his seat and scooped Keith out of his like he weighed nothing. He marched to the living room and flung Keith over the couch in a straddle position. Securing Keith’s ankles with one arm he tore off a good chunk of his pants off and utilized the fabric to tie his ankles together.

“I didn’t want to have to resort to punishment, being seeing as you have learned nothing of value since I came here. I have no choice.”

Keith didn’t dare to show any hint of fear. If anything he seemed intrigued—curious. Like what the hell else could Shiro do to make him loathe him even more?

“Go ahead. Not like it will do you any favors. If your goal is for me to love you, then this sure isn’t how to go about it.”

A hand came down and smacked him. “Ah. Nice guilt trip. It was almost effective.”

Shiro tore through the fabric concealing Keith’s cunt and ass, which were already up in his face thanks to this embarrassing position. Even in a yoga class Keith felt embarrassed doing something like that. Even if everyone had their eyes closed for the meditation, he still felt weirdly exposed and suggestive and scandalous and maybe it was from all of the glamorized porn he watched in his curious teenaged days.

Instead of going straight for the kill, Shiro circled the couch until he stood before Keith’s head.

“I have to teach you a lesson.”

Keith heard the wisp of Shiro unzipping his pants and in his peripheral vision saw Shiro’s soft cock. Shiro began stroking it to stiffness and stepped up onto the couch, squatting above Keith and pushing the tip of his cock into Keith’s half-open mouth.

“Open wide, baby, before I shove it inside and don’t ease you into it. You said you’ve taken bigger, hm? So then this shouldn’t be an issue.”

Keith refused.

Shiro followed through on his threat, shoving past his lips and teeth and groaning from pleasure. He forced practically all of his size into his mouth until the base of his cock rested on Keith’s lips. He didn’t wait, fucking into his mouth with easy thrusts before increasing tempo, and all Keith could do was endure.

“Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels amazing.”

Keith impressed himself from the fact that he hadn’t gagged.

Feeling Shiro spit onto his cunt, he shuddered, biting back any whimpers or cries because the last thing Keith was going to do was show any sign of these fear tactics working. Keith didn’t scare easy.

“Gonna take my load and swallow it, kitten?” Shiro warned as he continued to chase for his release, finally coming down deep in his throat and pulling out. His cock somehow still hard and probably throbbing. Keith spluttered and finally gagged but forced himself to swallow.

“That’s it, good boy.”

“Fuck you.”

Shiro perked an eyebrow. “Still haven’t learned your lesson?”

“You want to punish me some more, by all means. It won’t change my mind about you.”

“Then that’s enough for now. But I have to admit I love you like this.”

Shiro pulled his phone from his back pocket. He hit the record button and grinned at that handiwork of his. Stopping the video he snapped a few more humiliating pictures.

“Might be something to share with your friends later.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You don’t know what I would or wouldn’t do. That’s the fun of it, hm?”

“Fuck you.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Shiro gave Keith another onceover. “I’m going to leave you like this a bit longer. Such a pretty sight.”

Chapter Text

A whole month had already passed.

A whole damn month of serving a man who claimed he only wished to serve Keith. What a large bucket of horseshit. Any efforts to get him out of there had been in vain—Lance’s visitations didn’t serve much in that favor and Allura discovered that Shiro already tipped off the police. They had no outside help. Not from the local police, not from the FBI, not from anyone. Upon learning that Shiro’s family may as well be responsible for the majority of the city’s income, there likely hadn’t been a chance anyone would want to test the limitations (or lack thereof) of their power and influence.

So much for freedom. Ketih could kiss any sliver of a possibility of an escape goodbye the same way Shiro kissed his ass—yes, both literally and figuratively, he figured that needn’t any elaboration—goodbye before he fucked off to work each morning.

This would just be Keith’s rotten luck, huh? Did he walk under a ladder sometime before this? Stumble across a black cat? Open an umbrella indoors? What the fuck? What the fuck kind of sick, twisted joke was his entire life? Where the fuck had he gone wrong? All he wanted was to live a hard-earned, honest life, and now he was stuck with someone who wanted the exact opposite of that.

Hearing the little ding of the door as Shiro entered the apartment, Keith sighed, twirling the piping hot cup of black tea he hoped to enjoy in peace. Glancing at the clock on the microwave the time blinked 5:30PM in blazing red. He grunted as Shiro dove in for a swift kiss on his cheek, muttering a greeting before going straight to preparing dinner for them.

“You aren’t going to ask me how my day was?” Shiro inquired as he switched on the stove while reading a recipe off of his phone.

“You want me to pretend to care, or something?”

“Better than silence, honestly.”

Keith bit back a groan. “How was your day?”

Keith swore he felt a twist in his gut as Shiro’s mellow tone changed.

“Not going to tack on a ‘honey’ to sweeten up the deal, kitten?”

“Don’t press your luck. You’re lucky I’m asking.”

“Maybe I need to give you some motivation. Instead of me putting together an extravagant meal for you, you can just choke on my cock for dinner. Would you rather that?”

“You’ve done worse,” Keith scoffed, “It’s not like I can’t cook my own damn meals.”

Shiro deflated, resuming to cook. “Well, you’re lucky I don’t want you to in spite of your insolence.”

“Trouble in paradise, Shiro?” Keith mocked. “Maybe that’s what happens when you wiggle your way into someone’s life like a goddamn parasite.”

Shiro pinched the bridge of his nose, and switched off the stove to twist around and face Keith. Keith was taken aback. Not a single day since he met Shiro had he ever seen his expression so worn or defeated. Not like today.

“Let’s . . . not fight tonight, Keith. For once, I want a pleasant evening with you. Can we do that?”

Keith felt another nerve snap, but somehow he decided to stand down. Maybe Shiro was getting tortured at work. Maybe some people knew about what a raging son of a bitch Shiro was. Something about that elated him.

“Yeah, yeah. Sure. So how was your day, honey?”

Avoided that hint of malice. Good, good.

“Someone’s taking credit for my work if you could believe it.” Yes, Keith could actually. “They didn’t include my name in any of the research and now they’re getting to present it.”

“Damn, that sucks.”

“Yeah.”

A half an hour of silence and Shiro finished that meal. A lot of veggies, a lot of baked potatoes, and a lot of brisket. Keith enjoyed the meals though he wouldn’t admit that out loud. While he would say that the fact that he was eating it was compliment enough in this case that wasn’t true. He had to eat because he had to friggin’ eat.

“How’d you like the brisket?” Shiro asked while digging into his baked potato.

“Good,” he answered. Keith would never tell him how much it reminded him of his childhood. His pops made brisket for him every week for dinner. One of his favorite meals.

“Glad you liked it,” he murmured. Keith finished his plate, sitting up and about to take his dirty dishes to the sink before Shiro grabbed his arm to stop him. “I got the dishes.”

“Sure.” Keith missed doing things by himself.

“Why don’t you have a seat at the living area and we can just talk?”

“I don’t want to--!” Keith quickly amended the rest of that sentence. “Sure. Yeah. Talk. We can do that.”

Talking usually ended up with Shiro between his legs. He doubted tonight would be any different. After Shiro cleaned up after themselves, he joined Keith on the couch, pulling him into his lap and nuzzling his nose into his hair.

“You know, I really do like it when you listen to me.”—Not like Keith had a say on the matter—“How about a reward, yeah?”

A hand snaked down to Keith’s groin and he didn’t make a sound. He knew what to expect at this point. The hand dipped into his pants and boxers and circled the little nub of his full of nerves. Keith cursed himself as his breath hitched, and Shiro caught onto it, pressing his lips onto his throat.

“Shiro, wait—please--!”

“What is it, baby?”

“I don’t want to.”

“I don’t care,” he purred into his throat. “Your cute, desperate pussy is saying otherwise. You’re so wet.” He pulled out his soaked fingers, prying them apart and putting them before Keith’s mouth. “Taste yourself.”

“No--!” Shiro pacified his mouth with those soaked fingers, and Keith whined, suckling a little on them, anyway.

“Fuck yes,” he breathed, lips trailing up to his cheek. Once Keith cleaned his fingers, he continued his exploration of his pussy. “Grind, baby. Grind. Get your release.”

Keith with some reluctance did as he was told, bucking his hips and grinding his pussy against Shiro’s waiting hand. Shiro gritted his teeth as he basked in the beauty of it, while Keith loathed the position he was in. Not much longer and Keith finally came hard on Shiro’s hand, wetting his boxers and pants in the process and a bit of his couch.

“Shit.”

“Nothing I won’t take care of, baby.” Shiro replied as he brought his soaked hand to his mouth and cleaned it up himself. “Fuck you taste so good.”

Keith ignored that, biting his lip and fighting the tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. He refused to let Shiro see him cry; he was stronger than letting some frustration get the best of him. He needed to stay strong, if only for himself.

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At this point, Keith lost track of time.

Once he regained some semblance of strength to call this off (as if he possessed any power over anything anymore), Shiro’s expression of contempt melded into a wicked smile.

“Again.”

The whirring of the vibrator against his dripping, swollen cunt made Keith yelp. From the oversensitivity, the intensity (even if Shiro finally showed some mercy several rounds ago), the demands—too much, too much, too much!

Drool trickled from the corner of his mouth. Shiro suspended him to cuffs against one of his bedroom walls, which he since turned into his playground like the rest of Keith’s life.

“P-please,” he murmured, stunned by the volume in his voice in spite of how frail and vulnerable he otherwise felt. His vision began to blur. His bedroom reminded him of a messy oil painting.

Another orgasm took over him. His breathing ragged, he swore he may as well have been brought to tears from the frustration. He willed himself to relax again, but he surprised himself with the fact that he hadn’t given out hours ago.

Shiro curled a finger under his chin and ushered him to meet his cold steely eyes.

“Again,” Shiro instructed, circling the switched off vibe around Keith’s clit, groaning from the sound of the light squelching. “Work kept me away from you for a week. Consider this compensation.”

Keith shook his head, tears trickling down his cheeks. “Please. I can’t.”

Shiro disagreed as the vibrator switched back on per his demand. As promised, Shiro unchained him and assisted him to his bed. He excused himself for a few moments to retrieve any necessary ointments.

Taking a warm, damp towel Shiro wiped Keith’s body from head to toe. Instructing him to lay on his stomach so he could knead into his back. Keith stopped protesting some time ago which of course left Shiro satisfied.

All Keith could do from then was attempt to exploit this.

“I was doing some thinking.” What a surprise. Keith learned to keep smart quips to himself. “What about a real date?”

“No. I’m glad you’re letting me get out and about again, but I’m not interested in dating you.”

“Still haven’t learned a damn thing. It wasn’t a suggestion.”

“Then why ask?” Keith growled.

Shiro shrugged. “Just to give you the illusion of choice, I suppose.”

Keith sighed. “Great, what do I wear?”

“Whatever you want as long as it’s nice.” Shiro gave him a onceover. “But everything you wear is nice.”

“OK.” No amount of sweetening him up with compliments would ever change Keith’s mind, but Shiro had yet to relent. He idly remembered he had a navy blue tux somewhere in his closet. He might just wear that.

“Will you let me help you shower this time?”

“No.”

“Again. Not a request.”

“Right. Of course.”

“Don’t bother running when we get out.”

Fighting off the urge to roll his eyes now, he sighed again:

“Yeah, yeah. You have eyes everywhere. I know.”

“Good, baby. You are learning, after all.”

“Fuck you,” Keith hissed.

“Keith.”

Keith's eyes flashed as he met Shiro's gaze. “Whatever.”

“Can’t wait to see how good you look tonight,” Shiro murmured, pressing a kiss to Keith’s forehead.

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Not everyday Keith got to go on some fancy upscale date. This past month had been nothing but him humoring Shiro and he impressed himself by how well he held himself together.

Sighing, he adjusted his navy tux, inspecting himself a final time before exiting his bedroom. It was still just his bedroom. He would never call anything theirs for as long as he continued to exist.

“Don’t you look delicious,” Shiro purred as he stood by the door. “I may prefer you as my dining experience tonight.” He grinned. “But then, that’s already a known fact, yeah?”

Keith glowered, but any and all desire to rip into him disappeared.

“Uh-huh.”

That stupid grin vanished. “Come on, can’t you try to be a little more enthusiastic?”

“Not really, no. You’ve tied my hands enough. Just let me be free to express my true emotions, because despite what your idiot brain may think, that’s not something in your control.”

“Alright.” Shiro surrendered, for once. “Let’s go. Our driver is waiting.”

A driver? The fuck!

Since Shiro revoked his texting and calling privileges again, he couldn’t live text Lance everything that had been happening. But just like Shiro had eyes everywhere, so did Allura and her family. Their legacy was nothing to scoff at, either.

Shiro escorted Keith to the limousine, where the driver already had the door open and waiting for them. Slipping into their seats, Keith attempted to stay as far away from Shiro’s side as possible. But no matter how wide the gap between them was, it still wasn’t enough to compensate for how much Shiro suffocated him. He would take any chance at a win though. No matter how insignificant.

“Some coworkers are attending this dinner,” Shiro explained, respecting Keith’s need for space for once and staying on his side of their seat. “This is all organized by my boss, and he’s going to be there too. I expect you to play your role well, okay?”

“Uh-huh.” Then Keith recalled an old situation. “Is the person who ripped you off going to be there too?”

Shiro frowned. “Er, yes. But he’s not important.”

For some reason the idea of unsettling Shiro brought Keith so much joy. Unsurprising all things considered, Shiro did kind of earn this.

“And is this dinner celebrating an occasion?”

Shiro nodded. “Yeah. Boss’ engaged now.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. You’re my plus one.”

“So you don’t look pathetic and alone, right?”

Not that this helps. Because everyone is going to be wondering how a dunce like him ended up with someone like me. Way out of his league.

“Does that coworker have a date?”

“Yes. My ex.”

“Oh. More fuel to the fire then.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want me to make him jealous or something?”

“No, but him seeing that I moved onto someone better will grind his gears. So what do you say? I know your temperament and you can’t pass up an opportunity to be petty and vindictive.”

Despite himself, Keith smirked.

“Absolutely not.”

The subdued glow of the moonlight cascaded through the tinted windows, emphasizing the shadows across Shiro’s expression as he seemed to share the same thought in that moment. The mischievous twinkle in his eyes suggested he may even be reveling in the idea of Keith warming up to him some more, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Keith craved some excitement from his life, and this just happened to be an open opportunity.

Arriving at the restaurant, Keith composed himself and slid out, coming face to face with a restaurant whose upscale presentation was not what he had become accustomed to even with the earnings from his old job. The restaurant reminded him of something from the Edwardian era. Its customers exuded an old, quiet wealth and Keith never pieced together just how far back Shiro’s family’s line of riches must have gone.

“There’s no way I can go in there. I’ll stick out like a splinter.”

“Do you know how to fine dine?” Keith nodded. “Then you’ll fit right in. Don’t worry, you don’t have to answer any inquiries that you don’t want to answer.”

Upon entering the restaurant some of Shiro’s coworkers came up to greet him and Keith. Keith (obviously reluctantly) introduced himself as Shrio’s boyfriend. Firm handshake here and there. Then came the main event.

“This is who you left me for?” Shiro’s ex scoffed. He scrutinized him in those fancy gold rimmed glasses. “How much did he pay you? Because there’s no way you agreed to dating him.”

“Ouch,” Shiro replied. “We can break up on amicable terms, Adam.”

Ignoring him, Adam addressed Keith. “What did he do to get you? The guy’s about as interesting as a cardboard cutout of Justin Bieber.”

“Um.” It took any hint of self-control left in Keith not to laugh. “Anything can happen, I guess.”

“Damn right.” Another party entered the scene, resting a hand on Adam’s shoulder. “Shirogane.”

“Curtis."

“How lovely of you to let me have my name in my research.”

“Of course,” Shiro retorted, tone so thick in sarcasm, malice, and resentment that nobody could miss it. “Enjoy the dinner. Our boss must be happy with his wife to be.”

The tension fell heavy on each on their shoulders. Shiro wanted to get even with that Curtis guy, but it looked like Curtis bested him in all kinds of ways and not just in the corporate world.

Keith couldn’t help but be in awe. Maybe Curtis saw through his law-abiding citizen act. Maybe he wanted Shiro to suffer as much as Keith wanted him to suffer. The fact that not even how powerful the Shirogane family must be seemed to deter Curtis.

Yeah. Curtis definitely became Keith’s hero.

Which only begged the question—what sort of dirt did Curtis have on Shiro that bagged him not only his research but his ex-boyfriend too?

Nudging Shiro to cue them to leave, Keith cleared his throat.

“The fuck was that all about?”

“You know,” Shiro sighed.

Keith shrugged, tone flippant. “I do, but you could play up the relationship a little bit more.”

“We can at our table which is away from everyone else,” he grumbled.

“OK.” What has my life become, some weird Hallmark-meets-Jigsaw film . . . ?

Their server settled them into their table and offered them their menus. As Keith skimmed the endless list of entrees, appetizers, and drinks, he saw from his peripheral vision how distracted Shiro appeared by Curtis and Adam doting on each other. Stealing glances at them every now and then while mulling over his meal and choice of poison that night. Chances were he’d need a ton of liquid courage to numb all of that emotional baggage. Keith was shocked he possessed any capacity to have emotional depth.

Keith couldn’t believe what he was about to suggest . . . but Shiro was right on the money about never missing an opportunity to be petty and vindictive.

“If you wanted to play this up, now would be the golden opportunity. Adam’s sneaking glances your way too.”

A wistful expression flashed on his face. “You think?”

“Yep.” Keith really didn’t care to help, but Shiro was so pathetic in that moment, he couldn’t help but pity him. “Looks like he actually misses your crusty ass.”

“My ass isn’t crusty,” he insisted.

“Your whole existence is crusty. Your looks. Your personality. All of it. No wonder he left you.”

“It’s a bit more complicated than that.”

“What? Did you con him into dating you or something like you did me? Now that’s even more of a valid reason to loathe you.”

Shiro fell silent. Did Keith not miss the mark on that one? Heh!

“Wow. You’re way too easy to figure out.”

“Again, it’s complicated. One day I’ll tell you the full story.”

“That’s assuming I care to know, and I don’t.”

Shiro pinched the bridge of his nose. “Have you decided on a meal?”

“No. You?”

“No.”

“Brilliant.”

That was a long, dragged out, agonizingly awkward dinner. Shiro didn’t try anything on their way home and even after, so that gave Keith a night to breathe. Shiro seemed too caught up in that situation to focus on terrorizing his life anyway—even for some kind of escapism.

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After that pathetic excuse for a date, everything fell silent. Shiro extended Keith’s short leash by just a few inches from its previous few centimeters; it still would never be enough to compensate for just how much Keith already lost. Not just his freedom, but his job, his dignity, his sense of self outside of Shiro. He lost it all and there may be no chance of returning. Maybe a sliver of it, but nowhere near enough to restore any semblance of his former self and way of life. 

Shiro reminded Keith of a magpie: always attracted to the next shiny thing, distracted with his own fantasies of owning and twisting and morphing his new obsession until he got bored and moved onto the next thing. Except Keith doubted Shiro would ever just discard him. 

Keith locked himself for a couple of hours in his bedroom, while Shiro attended to his own business. Keith didn’t give a damn enough to lock in and figure out what he was doing—probably just mundane chores. 

But then he heard the door creak open, revealing Shiro still in Keith’s apron now left with unidentifiable stains while cooking tonight’s entree. 

He slipped it off, folding it and setting it aside. 

“Sit up,” Shiro demanded. Keith, reluctant as ever, did as he was told. 

Darting his tongue between his lips, Shiro leaned against the doorframe.

“Spread your legs for me, kitten. Daddy slaved over the kitchen all day, but now he’s deciding to go off the menu until the oven’s timer goes off.”

Keith grimaced, but obliged. Knowing better than to argue. 

In one swift movement Shiro tore off Keith’s pants and, delighted he wore no boxers underneath, peppered affectionate kisses on either of his legs until he reached his inner thighs. He dared to leave more love marks. Stopping dead just before his prize, Shiro’s eyes flitted upward, frowning from what he saw. 

“Look at me, kitten. You know who gets to do this to you. Your little dick is already so wet and I haven’t even gotten my mouth on it yet.”

As if to prove his point, he wetted two fingers before pressing them into his cunt. Keith sucked in a sharp breath but still didn’t dare to look. Shiro inspected the wetness and admired the way Keith’s arousal shined on his fingers before he snuck a taste, groaning. 

“God, I’m so hard, kitten. Maybe I should skip the prep and fuck you. But you know I’ll never neglect you.”

Groaning again, Shiro descended on Keith, lapping his tongue between his dripping folds, and tasting every bit of Keith’s personal flavor. His tongue ghosted over his cunt hole a few times but after an idle moment, his tongue switched gears and dug into Keith’s asshole. 

“Oh my God ,” Keith whined, hands coming up to shield his flushed face. If only Shiro had the means to stop him but he had been too enticed by his reaction. 

“Yeah? You like my tongue in your ass more, baby? I think this will be all mine tonight,” Shiro purred before returning to please Keith, curling his tongue inside him and wringing out more emotion out of this man, especially after how robotic he’d become. 

The next sound to come out of Keith’s mouth may as well not have been human. Shiro’s eyes darkened and he growled, stopping just before it seemed like Keith was on the brink of an orgasm. Shiro’s erection stood so stiff he couldn’t waste another moment, springing his cock free from his pants and not even easing himself inside of Keith’s ass. All of Keith’s whines and yips and whimpers just music to his ears even if they sounded like pleas to cease this all. 

“Fuck,” he growled. 

As Shiro fucked into Keith’s tight little hole, Keith clenched onto his sheets until his knuckles whitened. His dripping pussy soaked his crack and the sheets beneath them. Shiro plowed into him with such brute force he’d not yet seen before, like a feral animal had just been freed from its cage. 

Shiro’s eyes dilated as he plunged deep inside one more time, and he and Keith came together. He sighed in glee as Keith clamped down around his cock. He remained inside of him until they both calmed down. 

And in the nick of time, the timer went off. 

Grinning, Shiro removed himself while pressing a kiss to Keith’s temple. 

“Come on, let’s eat.”