( 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. )
( 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. )
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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.
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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. )
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( 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.
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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. )