porches | you look good when you're begging.

( admittedly, shiro didn't care for it at first.

or, more appropriately, he didn't get it. he's never considered himself a father figure for the other paladins, even if he is aware of how easily he's fit in the role -- he's too broken to nurture anyone, let alone the very people who are meant to be his equals, even if he is considered the leader. pidge needs a tender hand to praise his good work, hunk needs someone to assure he's a necessary part to the combined whole. lance needs someone strict, someone stable ( haha ).

keith -- well. keith needs this.

the castle ship is large with plenty of room to get lost in -- against the constant need to be together to encourage teamwork and trust building, and the conveniency of being near the entry halls for getting to the lions in case of an attack -- it's difficult to get a moment alone, almost impossible. a rarity to be sure, but shiro pulls his trump card today after a good fight against zarkon's empire, an early night's sleep for all their good work. he glances in keith's direction and knows that he's understood, keep your door unlocked tonight, i'll be in.

it's easy. a half hour after the crew heads to their rooms, shiro sneaks out of his and uses the shadows to his advantage, sneaking his way over to keith's spot, helping himself inside without so much as a knock. confident he wasn't seen, shiro glances past his shoulder at keith on the bed, giving him a quick once over before smiling softly and sitting beside him. )

Keith, ( softly. an artificial hand pats on his own thick thigh smoothly, a soft pitter sound heard through the silence. ) come sit on Daddy's lap.

( when keith thinks about it — and he tries not to, he tries really hard, because who knows what the fuck weird powers alteans have that allura and coran haven't told them all about, and it would be just his luck to be thinking about how he wants shiro to fuck his face and call him his sweet baby girl while he does it in front of fucking telepaths — he's fucking embarrassed. and not in the good way that shiro can humiliate him but also make it sexy as fuck, in the real way where he's genuinely ashamed of himself. pidge and hunk and lance, they all get normal bonding activities, allura's probably going to end up space married to shiro one day — and then there's keith. keith who needs to be fucked by his daddy to feel good about himself.

he tries not to think about it. but on days like today it's kind of impossible not to, with the way shiro made eye contact with him when he talked about getting an early night's sleep. it's all keith can think about, what shiro plans for tonight, whether he should even let him in, why does shiro even indulge him like this in the first place — keith tries to drown the thoughts in training, skipping dinner and spending hours in the training room, destroying droids and working out until he's exhausted. that's it — when shiro comes to his door, he'll turn him away. claim exhaustion, say he spent all day fighting zarkon and training and sorry, dear, he has a headache. he's tired.

when everyone heads back to their rooms, keith is all ready to turn shiro away. tomorrow they'll talk, and he'll tell shiro that they can just... bond like normal people. like he does with literally everyone else. but for tonight, keith's just going to send him back to his room and everything will be fine.

only shiro steps into the room like he owns it, like it's not even keith's space anymore, and the words dry up in his throat. shiro smiles and sits and pats his lap, and keith can only hold back for a second before his body moves without even consulting him, sliding into shiro's lap obediently. keith frowns, annoyed at his body's betrayal, and looks up to catch shiro's eye with a haughty flip of his hair. )

You could have knocked.

( shiro welcomes him eagerly, regardless, hands at his thighs and then at his hips, offering a pleasant smile in between subtle, affectionate touches. it doesn't put shiro out any, to do this -- he likes making keith happy, likes making sure that he's okay. of course, some obvious guilt manages to claw at him when he lies awake at night and considers this, everything, how much younger he is, how shiro is in all likelihood taking some advantage of him, finding something reassuring in having a warm body still willing to get close to him, despite being a broken half-man, always a step away from bursting at the seams. everything is a trigger. he'll never be okay.

keith gets him as close to okay as he's ever been, and he's desperate for their next coupling always, though he keeps it swallowed down, careful. the universe is more important than him -- the safety of his crew will always be more important than the safety of shiro singularly. he doesn't keep returning for the kink, although it doesn't hurt any. he comes back because it's keith, because keith helps him feel wanted and necessary -- not on a universal scale. on a private one, an intimate one. he likes meaning something to keith, being his daddy, making him feel just as good as he helps shiro to feel. it's the least he can do.

never judgmental or shy with it, he only raises an eyebrow when keith sasses him, gripping at his hips with a little more force behind it. a smirk follows on his mouth, teasing. )

I didn't, ( he bends and presses a kiss on the bend of keith's jaw, dragging his teeth down the column of his throat. ) are you going to tell me to leave, baby? Pretty cold after I came all this way to see you. ( all this way meaning down the hall, but it's all the same. shiro bites at his collarbone, hands surging up under his shirt. ) Stop thinking, let me take care of you. Take your jacket off.

Please, you walked down the hall — ( keith's hands shoot up to shiro's chest, curling convulsively into the fabric of his shirt as shiro drags his teeth down his neck and bites down. it's hardly even painful — after everything keith has been through as a paladin he's sort of retooled his understanding of pain — but it's enough to make him press his hips down into shiro's. the friction makes his dick twitch, and keith grits his teeth, swallowing harshly as he pulls his hips back and holds himself stock still.

he needs to focus, shit. he's supposed to be pushing shiro away, not grinding in his lap like some overeager teenager — even though that's exactly what he is, easy as it is to forget sometimes. he's not just a paladin of voltron, defender of the universe and last hope for defeating the galra. he's an overeager, hormonal teenager, and right now he has the focus of all his lusty hormones and kinky fantasies smirking beneath him, and keith's never had shiro's self-control. it takes a long moment, but eventually he lets go of shiro's shirt and shrugs out of his jacket, tossing it somewhere over his shoulder and waiting for the next order.

he'll tell shiro they need to stop tomorrow. )

( they will stop, if keith ever says as much -- even shiro isn't confident enough to know whether it'd be sincere or not, whether keith calls it quits because he thinks he's imposing, or because he genuinely has lost interest in shiro. he wouldn't mind, were that the case. he doesn't believe himself as capable of deserving good things -- which, like memories, are always fleeting. he's so much older than keith anyway, eventually he'll realize that he wants something else, and shiro will be stuck saying i told you so to himself.

he allows keith the time needed to get used to it, holding him solidly with one fleshy hand and one metal one, both pressed on the toned muscles of his sides. he follows orders nicely, and shiro rewards him on point, pressing his real hand against the front of his jeans and giving his cock and good squeeze, flirting around the button and just barely teasing it open, slipping inside to palm him through his underwear. )

Yeah, ( he hums, a rumble in his chest, bullying keith's face downwards so he can press a warm kiss on his mouth, sucking on his lower lip. ) good girl, already hard. You fit in my palm just perfect.

( he turns to kiss at his ear, his voice husky and low while he speaks directly in the shell of it. )

Why don't you help Daddy out of his pants and suck on him, a little? On your knees.

( that's the thing, the reason keith knows that no matter what he tells himself, he's never going to ask for this to stop — shiro would listen, and he wouldn't make a fuss, he wouldn't fight. it'd just be done, and it'd be that much more humiliating when keith came to his room a week later, desperate for it, all too eager to drop to his knees and choke himself on shiro's cock.

shiro touches his cock and keith lets out a shaky breath, but it's at good girl that he shudders hard, curling in on himself in shame even as he presses his hips forward and into shiro's hand, his cock leaking a drop of precome. it's an aspect to this that keith hadn't planned, hadn't expected, but the first time shiro called him a girl he'd come so hard he nearly blacked out. now, whenever they're like this, keith is always shiro's good girl. )

'M so wet for you, daddy... ( he mumbles the words against shiro's lips, quiet but still audible — he's ashamed, but so turned on he can't think straight, and they feed each other in a continuous loop. it's hard to bring himself to move off of shiro's lap, and it takes a few seconds before he slips down onto his knees, but once he's there keith relaxes like it's the only place he ever wants to be. he leans forward, mouthing at shiro's dick through his pants, and flicks his eyes up to catch shiro's. he's only half obeyed, and he wants to know what he's allowed to get away with tonight. )

( always touched by his easy submission, shiro flattens a hand on his cheek as he moves down between his legs, taking deep breaths through his nose. for awhile erections where hard for him, difficult to get up and almost impossible to maintain, because whenever good feelings come worse yet still follow -- being beaten bloody on the ship, invaded and defiled, touched inappropriately with routine showers. keith has helped as much here as anywhere else -- who wouldn't get hard seeing him knelt between their legs, eyes wide and eager to please? he's impossible to resist, and shiro feels fortunate he doesn't have to.

he brings himself to scowl, fingers tangled in his hair with a subtle tug, enough to grab his attention. )

Hey, ( his voice is stern even when soft, pushing keith's face forward to rub his cheek against shiro's growing cock. ) aren't you my good girl? I said suck, baby. You wanna get taken over my knee? I won't let you come for hours, until you learn how to be good for me again.

( the tug to his hair isn't sharp like keith wants, not enough to really feel it, but he shudders anyway just from the ownership of it. he's shiro's good girl, and good girls do what their daddies tell them to. )

Sorry, Daddy, ( he murmurs, reaching for shiro's pants. he unbuttons and unzips them, but doesn't push them down any farther, and pulls shiro's cock out through the slit of his underwear. there's something about sucking shiro's cock while he's still completely clothed that makes keith feel even dirtier than this usually does, and the feel of the cold metal of the zip on his hand as he gives shiro a few strokes sends another shudder down his spine. keith spreads his knees slightly, trying to get some friction on his own dick, but doesn't hesitate to lean forward and wrap his mouth around shiro's head.

he should be a good girl, after shiro already threatened to take keith over his knee, but keith can't help pushing limits. it's what he does, it's why he got the red lion in the first place, and it's that instinct that has him just sit there, mouth on shiro's dick, looking up at him with an expression that might be a dare.

fuck his face, shiro, come on. )

( he knows very well what all the hints are -- part of it is being so connected spiritually, through voltron and the lions, that make it easier to pick up on keith's cues. no halfway marks today, he wants to be taken, and shiro is eager to do it for him, huffing a gentle breath with the tease to his cockhead, beading precome on his lips like a gloss. befitting of a babygirl -- he'll have to do him up sometime, a skirt and makeup, just to rip it off and mess it up. put on fake eyelashes just for shiro to come all over them.

he grits his teeth, feigning anger but not frustration, which is genuine at the moment -- being hard and teased, he'd usually be comfortable going at his partner's pace. not with keith. he wants it forced on him, and shiro can easily fit in that role, cupping the back of his head and dragging him forward. )

Slutty girl, doesn't even know how to suck cock. ( he can't believe the filth coming out of his mouth sometimes, but if keith seems into it then that's all that matters. shiro snaps his hips forward for an easy test, giving him the brief space to pull back and breathe if he needs it.

not for very long, though. quickly his cock is back in place, nestled towards the back of keith's throat which shiro fucks in slow, deep thrusts -- invading but still careful, mindful of him needing to pull back for any reason. )

Good girl, just like that. Keep your mouth nice and open for Daddy's cock. ( he bites his lip before continuing on. ) You wanna milk Daddy down your throat? I don't think so, I think I'm gonna come in that pink little cunt of yours, huh?

( if i was a slut i'd know how to suck cock like a pro, keith thinks but doesn't say, because he's not a moron and anyway, why would he want to provoke shiro further when he's got what he wants already? shiro fucks down his throat at a slow, steady pace, deep enough that keith loses his breath every time he bottoms out. it's perfect, shiro's cock dragging through him so that keith can feel every inch of it, knows his voice will be shot in the morning, and just the thought of that obvious, lasting sign of shiro's ownership makes him reach for his own dick.

shiro hasn't said he can't touch himself, but keith still tries to be subtle, torn between wanting to be caught and told to stop and wanting to jerk himself off. it'd be too obvious for him to pull his dick out of his pants, so he just palms himself through his underwear, the same way shiro had before keith got on his knees for him, and moans around shiro's cock.

good girl makes him shudder again, his hips jerking forward into his palm, but it's the next words that make his jaw go slack and his body go boneless. i'm gonna come in that pink little cunt of yours, shiro says, and keith's orgasm hits him like a mack truck, sudden and intense. pleasure rolls through him, hot and electric, and he lets out a long moan that gets muffled on shiro's cock. he wasn't told if he could come, but fuck. he couldn't have held that off if he tried, let alone like this. )

( he keeps fucking his throat, murmuring quiet filled nonsense ( you feel so good, you're so good to me baby girl, that's it ) while his mouth gets away from him, the hand at the back of keith's head getting tighter with harder thrusts. he doesn't mind keith touching himself, obviously aware and watching from the corner of his eye, the main focus of his gaze on keith's watery eyes, careful with him. part of his wants keith to cry, damnit, see him sobbing around shiro's cock while he chokes and sucks, working with the kind of finesse that he knows shiro likes.

the stuttered gasp draws his attention and, leading keith off by the grip on his hair, he tugs him back, spit strings connecting his mouth to shiro's cock still. )

Did you just come? ( an awed voice, aroused and beating blood through his cock with it. shiro's free hand strokes at his dick, working the saliva into it, licking his lower lip. ) Oh, naughty girl, so bad. Go on, take off your pants and show Daddy what you did. I wanna see your mess.

( keith doesn't even have time to recover before shiro drags his head back, shuddering through the aftershocks, mouth slack as he pants. it's humiliating, shiro's delight at his lack of stamina, but humiliating in the way that makes keith's dick twitch. he watches dazedly as shiro strokes himself, licking his lips and leaning forward — he wants shiro to fuck his face again, he wants to swallow his come —

but shiro gives him an order, and keith has to obey. he shivers, humiliated and loving it, and fully unbuttons and unzips his pants, pushing them down his thighs to give shiro a good view of his underwear. there's a damp, slightly tented and sticky patch on the front of them — keith's erection hasn't completely softened yet. )

I'm sorry, Daddy — I couldn't help it, you make me so hot. I had to — ( keith squirms, swallowing hard and avoiding shiro's eyes — ) I had to play with my clit, Daddy, I had to.

( not good enough -- his free hand moves easily forward, giving his underwear a hard tug until his come stained cock shows itself, and shiro can catch a beading pearl off it and press it to keith's lips, feeding him his own orgasm. shiro is far from unaffected, biting back stifled groans while he loosely strokes his cock, eyes glassy and captivated while watching keith, barely started and already a mess. )

Your clit, huh ...

( this he considers, sitting back and looking to keith with a gentle eye -- if he didn't want anymore, shiro trusts that he'd say as much, which is why he doesn't so much as hesitate to touch the sole of his boot on keith's softening prick, no doubt overly sensitive to every brush. the hard rubber can't feel good, but shiro does it anyway, rubbing in hard circles. )

Couldn't wait? Couldn't ask? I'll touch your clit, princess. You like that, huh, that's what you wanted. ( it definitely isn't, but shiro is careful regardless, only pushing so far before he stops moving, keeping his boot weighted heavy against him. ) You forgot that Daddy's pleasure comes first, baby. Very bad of you. Come up here, you're going across my knee and then I'm going to fuck you until you're crying.

( he shivers under shiro's scrutiny but accepts the finger covered in his own come easily, sucking the bitterness off it and then just sucking it, like he was sucking shiro's cock. when shiro touches the sole of his boot to his dick keith jolts, mouth going slack in shock around his finger. it's too rough, abrading the over-sensitive skin awfully, and keith tries to hitch his hips away but can't, is stuck at shiro's mercy. that, more than the actual friction, is what makes his dick twitch, makes him moan when shiro stops. he's entirely under shiro's control, can't choose what happens to him or when, and it's the hottest thing that's ever happened to him.

shiro tells him to get up, and it takes keith a moment of staring up at him, dazed, before he can comply, but comply he does. he pushes his pants off all the way, and pauses for a moment before taking off his shirt as well, then slowly lowers himself to lay across shiro's lap. he feels so exposed this way, ass in the air, naked while shiro's still fully clothed. it's got him so hot he doesn't know what to do with himself.

he has an idea, though, and even though shiro didn't tell him to he can't help himself, twisting just a bit to suck shiro's cock back down. he moans around it, another shiver running through him, and clenches his hands in the mattress. )

( he doesn't mind this touch -- somewhat winded by the fact that even in the face of pain, keith is still intent on pleasuring him. it almost makes him feel bad for the punishment oncoming based entirely on him not caring about shiro's pleasure, but it's a give and take relationship between the two of them. it doesn't work unless keith needs to be hit sometimes, it doesn't work if shiro refuses to forgive.

he groans beside himself, a softer hand bracing the back of keith's head while the other smooths down the arch of his back, grabbing a rough handhold of his ass and squeezing, letting the fingers of his alien hand brush past his hole. keith is so pale that just grabbing at him reds his skin, something shiro marvels and delights in, giving a sudden slap while keith is slobbering on his cock -- swift and hard, right to the point. )

Count, bad girl. ( he pinches the slap just after, elongating the pain. ) One of five.

( not knowing where shiro's going to touch him or when is — distracting. nerve-wracking. hot. all three at once. keith swallows shiro's dick down, jumping slightly when his hand braces on his hand, then shuddering when shiro grabs his ass. he whimpers when shiro's fingers brush over his hole, then cries out when he spanks him, shiro's cock dropping from his mouth as he squirms in his lap. )

One, ( he counts breathlessly, hitching his hips forward, both in a futile attempt to get away and trying to get some friction on his cock. it never fully softened, and now it's getting hard again, oversensitive and almost painful against shiro's pants. )

It'll be more if you stop sucking Daddy's cock.

( hissed out right away -- less the daddy persona, and more of shiro's own instincts coming through. there's a certain relief to feeling something good, when shiro is so often caught between bad and worse -- he's addicted to the wet heat of keith's mouth, soothing his hand through his black hair to put him right back on it. he doesn't fuck his face, allowing him that small reprieve of control, so shiro doesn't accidentally suffocate him with his attention split.

two sharper slaps follow shortly, one to each cheek, and shiro gives them a small rest, huffing out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. )

That's it, girl, almost done. You're doing so well, Daddy's so proud.

( keith doesn't have to be told twice, leaning forward to get his mouth back on shiro's dick. it's hard to suck on him and push his ass out to be spanked and try to rock his own cock into shiro's lap, so he gives up on the last, even as he just gets harder from his own degradation. his own pleasure doesn't matter, he's here for his daddy's use and nothing more. if daddy lets him come, it's a gift.

shiro spanks him twice, one right after the other, and keith only pulls off his cock long enough to count them out before he goes right back to sucking him down. he hears daddy's so proud and he moans, hips jerking forward — he can't help it, he loves being told what a slut he is but he loves praise even more. he takes a deep breath in through his nose and swallows shiro's cock down, deep-throating him, until his nose is pressed into the curls at the base of shiro's cock. )

you look good when you're begging.

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