Work Text:
4:37
shiro : hey what do you want for dinner?
keith: uhhhhh
keith is typing...
shiro: nothing isn’t an answer
keith: ughhhhh idk
keith: chinese?
shiro: got it
4:40
keith: are you gonna eat tonight?
keith: it’s been a week and a half
shiro: did you eat today?
4:43
keith: yes
shiro: good boy
shiro: maybe I will
keith: i love you
shiro: I love you too, babyboy
Shiro sets down his phone with a smile. Graveyard (haha) shifts working security is about as fun as it sounds, but being able to text Keith makes it better. He gets off (haha) at 5:00 AM, and they’re both more-or-less on the same sleep schedule, so this really is dinner for both of them.
He orders ahead at a 24-hour Chinese place as morning-shift walks in, some disgruntled looking humans, and heads out after he slathers himself in SPF-100. The sun hasn’t risen yet, but he’d rather be safe than look like a prune. Vampires integrating into human society was the product of long-fought wars (both literally and socially), but the hardest thing about it all was figuring out how the fuck to avoid the sun.
After picking up the food (Mangolian beef for him, orange chicken and a sprite for Keith), he spends the rest of the ride thinking about feeding off of Keith, which is partly because he’s hungry, but mostly because it’s Keith.
When he walks in, Keith is curled up on the couch, back against the armrest, in (very short) shorts and one of Shiro’s sweaters, which is comically (but cutely) big on Keith. He’s watching cartoons on the TV, and Shiro quickly realizes it’s one of those nights.
‘’Hi, sweetheart,’’ Shiro greets, setting the food down on the coffee table and hugging Keith from behind. ‘’I missed you.’’
Keith leans his head back on Shiro’s shoulder, settling his hands on Shiro’s arm, meeting his gaze with Shiro. ‘’I missed you, too,’’ He says, smiling gently. Shiro pecks him on the nose, and Keith laughs a little. ‘’How was work?’’
Shiro sighs, feeling Keith breathe underneath his arms. ‘’Boring, mostly. Couldn’t stop thinking about you,’’
‘’Yeah?’’ Keith’s tongue darts out to lick his lips. Shiro follows the movement closely. ‘’Care to share, Daddy?’’
Shiro feels his breath catch in his chest, and Keith smiles in faux-innocence. He raises The Eyebrow at Keith, and Keith just keeps on smiling. ‘’Oh, you know. How pretty you look with my hand around your throat,’’ Keith’s face doesn’t change, but he stops breathing for a second. Shiro leans down so he’s speaking into Keith’s neck. ‘’How fucking good you taste.’’
Goosebumps erupt over Keith’s skin, and that’s how Shiro knows for a fact Keith is very much enjoying this. ‘’Oh.’’
Shiro nips lightly at Keith’s neck, before pulling away, which causes the smaller man to grumble discontentedly. He returns soon enough, though, after putting their food in the microwave to keep it warm. Keith realizes what this means once Shiro walks back into the room, and his eyes get darker.
Shiro chuckles, sitting down on the couch and pulling Keith close to his side, who cuddles closer, resting his head on Shiro’s shoulder.
‘’Hi,’’ He says, looking up at Shiro with wide eyes and a smile. Shiro rubs a hand up and down Keith’s arm, returning his smile.
‘’Hi,’’ Shiro replies, overcome with affection for the man in his arms. ‘’How are you, Babyboy?’’
Keith’s eyes flutter closed, totally relaxed. ‘’Good. Glad you’re home.’’
‘’Yeah? What’d you do today?’’
Keith smirks, eyes still closed. ‘’Recorded somethin’.’’
Shiro’s stomach does a backflip. ‘’Oh? Care to tell Daddy about it?’’
Keith opens his eyes, focused on Shiro’s collarbones. ‘’Edged myself,’’ He says, almost shyly, but it doesn’t fool Shiro. Judging by the predatory look in his eyes, Keith is acutely aware of what he’s doing to Shiro. ‘’Thought about you.’’
‘’Oh?’’ Shiro is caught on the thin lines of Keith’s neck, knowing that the blood that flows through his boy’s veins is sweet. He uses the sleek metal fingers of his prosthetic to tip Keith’s chin up to him. ‘’Were you good?’’
That ‘’morning’’ (around ten PM, when Shiro had left for work), Shiro nearly been late because of Keith (though, admittedly, Shiro had his tongue in Keith’s mouth, too) and Keith’s ‘’punishment’’ was that, rather then getting himself off while Shiro was stuck at work, he’d have to wait.
Keith looks up at Shiro, eyes wide in a pantomime of innocence that’s about as real as Shiro’s belief in it. ‘’Yes.’’
‘’Good boy,’’ Shiro praises, and the bridge of Keith’s nose goes a delicious red color, and his eyes skitter away from Shiro’s. Shiro chuckles, pulling Keith fully into his lap, and Keith makes a grumpy little noise at his comfort being disrupted. Any further noises, though, die on his tongue when it ends up in Shiro’s mouth.
Keith moans into the kiss, feverishly warm in Shiro’s lap. Shiro has his lithe little hips in a bruising grip, which Keith does his best to get around by trying to grind his hips down onto Shiro’s thighs.
‘’ God,’’ Keith breathes, pulling away from the kiss with a slick sound. ‘’Need you.’’
Shiro can hear Keith’s heartbeat. ‘’How, Prince?’’
Keith tilts his head to the side, baring his neck and causing Shiro to snarl. ‘’Do you want me to thrall you?’’ Shiro asks, trying to keep the growl out of his voice. He fails.
Keith nearly presses his neck to Shiro’s mouth, desperate for it. ‘’Please, Daddy.’’
Shiro tangles his hand in Keith’s hair, neatly sliding his fangs into a thick vein. Keith whimpers, pressing his fingers into the meat of Shiro’s back. Blood sweetened by arousal bursts over Shiro’s tongue, as he nudges into Keith’s consciousness, which swirls with a litany of, please and Shiro. Keith goes docile and pliant against Shiro, kittenish mewls falling from his lips as the thrall, and Shiro’s venom overtakes him.
Shiro doesn’t need the thrall, or even the venom, to get Keith’s submission; Keith willingly gives that, anyway. But Keith, Shiro knows, enjoys it, having the constant anxiety and fear of losing control removed from him, even if only temporarily. Thralls aren’t meant for taking, and Shiro would never in his wildest nightmares do anything with Keith that wasn’t mutually wanted. But judging by the rosy, aroused glow of Keith’s mind, and the euphoria that hazes over his thoughts, Keith isn’t opposed to what Shiro’s doing.
‘’ Fuck,’’ Keith hisses, digging nails into Shiro’s shoulderblades. ‘’ Daddy.’’
Shiro pushes fangs as sharp as straight razors deeper into Keith’s neck, which causes the man to moan softly. The venom is starting to hit Keith, Shiro knows, because the hands on Shiro’s back stop moving and start to shake, Keith’s weight settling fully in Shiro’s lap.
Shiro pulls his fangs away with a slick noise, and blood spills down Keith’s neck in rivulets. Shiro laps it up, healing the wounds in the process, but leaving a dark bruise. Shiro wants to see more of them littering Keith’s form.
‘’Shiro,’’ Keith whines, nosing into the join of Shiro’s neck and shoulder. Shiro chuckles, enjoying the plaintive vulnerability from Keith he so rarely gets to see. Keith brings his hands down to undo Shiro’s jeans, breathing harshly against his neck. ‘’Fuck me.’’
‘’I’ll take care of you, sweetheart,’’ Shiro assures, petting his hand through Keith’s hair. ‘’Tell me what you want.’’
Keith’s mind goes aflame through the thrall, fantasies and ideas flashing through his mind so fast, Shiro can’t understand them. Keith huffs, getting Shiro’s jeans undone, and Shiro orders through the thrall that Keith stops where he is, causing the younger man to shift and make a frustrated noise, desperation ringing through the thrall.
‘’ Shi- ro!’’ Shiro can hear the venom-induced arousal in Keith’s voice, and it’s- something. It’s something. ‘’Come on.’’
‘’Prince.’’ Shiro admonishes, gently tugging at Keith’s hair so his boy is looking at him. ‘’I can’t do anything until you tell me what you want.’’
Excitement twists and tears through their bond in a sudden wave, so strong Shiro nearly flinches. Keith’s face goes a lovely red color. ‘’ Please fuck me, Daddy’’ He says, as though the wording changes anything.
Shiro shrugs. ‘’That could mean a lot of different things…’’
Keith’s nose scrunches up, eyes narrowed, and he grabs Shiro by his shoulders, pulling them both so they’re nose-to-nose. ‘’Put your dick inside of me before I scream.’’
Shiro is caught off guard, speechless for a second at the sudden display. Keith recovers from the venom so fast. ‘’I- uh. Okay.’’
Keith smiles wickedly, satisfaction saturating his thoughts. ‘’ Good boy,’’ He says, mockingly.
Oh.
Shiro has Keith pinned to the couch inhumanly quickly, pushed down with bruising force. Shiro pulls Keith’s hair, hard enough to earn him a pained gasp, and Shiro can fucking feel how much Keith enjoyed it. ‘’So that’s how it’s gonna be?’’ Shiro snarls. ‘’Daddy’s little fucktoy isn’t going to behave?’’
` ‘’Maybe,’’ Keith says, though the effect is somewhat lost in how his voice trembles, and the evident pleasure at Shiro’s rough treatment. ‘’Why should I?’’
‘’Oh, sweetheart,’’ Shiro says, soft in a way that’s dangerous. ‘’You’re gonna regret that.’’
No, I won’t, Keith thinks, but Shiro’s too busy tossing him over his shoulder to pay attention to it. ‘’Wha- !’’ Keith gasps, and Shiro can fucking see how wet Keith is. He’s not wearing any underwear under the shorts.
‘’You dirty little thing,’’ Shiro says, and embarrassment from Keith colors the thrall. ‘’You were just waiting for Daddy to come home and ruin you, huh?’’
Keith stays stubbornly silent, pressing his thighs together and squirming. Shiro pushes open their bedroom door forcefully, and he practically tosses Keith on the bed, pleased at the surprised little oomph it gets him. He’s already rifling through their drawer, though, fiddling with buckles and buttons before he turns around to find Keith looking at him with lust in his eyes. Shiro chuckles darkly, relishing in the fact that Keith still thinks he’s going to get his way.
‘’Clothes off,’’ Shiro orders, and Keith hurries to comply, tossing his clothes off with reckless abandon. He turns around without being instructed, though, and Shiro tosses the rope on the bed.
‘’Aw. You’re so fucking desperate for it, Prince,’’ He says, faux-sympathetic, as he roughly ties Keith’s hands behind his back. He leans forward, so his breath ghosts across the shell of Keith’s ear, causing the other man’s skin to prickle with goosebumps. ‘’ Maybe if your good taking your punishment, I might even let you come.’’
Keith squirms in his bonds as Shiro picks him up again, this time gently letting him down onto the ground, back against the bed, on his knees, facing Shiro. Shiro roots around in the drawer for another couple of seconds, before he crouches down to level their gaze. When Keith sees what Shiro has in his hands, his pupils dilate.
‘’Sit still.’’ Shiro reaches between Keith’s spread legs, feeling the other man tense when he touches (very) slick skin, before he slips the toy inside of Keith, pushing it until it’s pressed against his cervix. Keith immediately shifts, biting his lip at the feeling of the smooth plastic deep inside. Shiro taps Keith’s cock before he withdraws, and the devastated expression Keith makes when Shiro pulls back is worth waiting to pound him into the mattress.
Shiro tugs at Keith’s nipple piercings before he stands up, and the younger man makes an annoyed sound. Shiro raises an eyebrow at him, and Keith averts his eyes, the bridge of his nose going pink again.
‘’Look at you,’’ Shiro says, lacing his fingers through Keith’s hair, grabbing the remote from the bedside table with his prosthetic. ‘’And all I had to do to get you to listen was tie you up.’’
Keith bites his lip, thoughts going to some very dirty corners. ‘’Who’s saying I’m listening, Daddy?’’
‘’Trust me, sweetheart. You will be,’’ He says, tugging Keith so that his mouth is level with the strap-on that Shiro picked out for today. Keith’s eyes go wide at the size. ‘’Suck.’’ Shiro orders.
Keith parts his lips, sinking down halfway on the toy, but not quite where Shiro wants him. Keith looks up, waiting for Shiro, who promptly slides the toy down his throat.
‘’Mph!’’ Keith moans around the toy, eyes going wide as Shiro fiddles with the remote in his hand, toy buzzing to life inside Keith. The younger man chokes around the cock, and for the first time tonight, Shiro orders Keith through the thrall. ‘’Don’t choke.’’
Keith’s body complies, and Shiro pulls Keith’s head back a little so he can breathe. ‘’Look at you,’’ Shiro coos, watching Keith breathe harshly. ‘’So good for me.’’
Shiro thumbs the dial on the remote again, and Keith moans around the toy in his mouth. Through the thrall, submission has taken away some of the hurried, pointed qualities to his thoughts. The anxiety that usually buzzes in the back of Keith’s head has quieted, and Shiro’s so fucking glad he was able to do that.
Shiro starts to fuck Keith’s mouth at an unhurried pace, though arousal flares in him upon seeing the actual, honest-to-god, the-thrall-made-it-possible, bulge in Keith’s throat, and the way his boy just fucking takes it, moaning around the toy prettily. God, he’s a dream. Shiro halfway wishes it was his cock in Keith’s mouth right now, but he’s made peace with his body.
Besides, he could just as easily shove Keith onto the bed and ride his face later.
Shiro turns the vibrator up again, and this time, Keith inhales sharply, shoulders shaking. Shiro pulls Keith’s head off the toy completely, listening to the boy pant, and even though he hasn’t gotten any negative feedback through the thrall, he still wants to check.
‘’Color?’’ He asks Keith, twisting his fingers through dark hair. Keith’s chest heaves, piercings catching the light, and he makes a breathy little noise as tears spill down his cheeks.
‘’Greener than grass,’’ He pants, voice gravelly, eyes crossing a little when Shiro turns the toy up and down rapidly and punched-out little noises filling the space between them. ‘’Fu -ucking god, holyshitholyshitholyshitmoremoremore-’’
He babbles, bouncing his hips down on nothing. Shiro turns it up again and Keith loses it, begging and moaning and panting and he’s so so close-
And Shiro turns it off.
Keith makes a devastated noise, hips searching for friction that doesn’t exist. He looks up at Shiro, confusion on his face and in his mind, and Shiro knows that the near-orgasm clouded his thoughts further.
‘’Oh, sweetheart,’’ Shiro says, a tad patronizing. Keith furrows his eyebrows. ‘’I didn’t say you could come.’’
Keith looks fucked out and pretty, blushing, eyes wet and wide and uncomprehending, and Shiro wants to ruin him. ‘’Huh?’’
Shiro pats his head, then decides that enough is enough. One ruined orgasm is a sufficient punishment (at least for tonight), and Shiro’s getting impatient. He leans down to help Keith up, who’s all shaking legs and tiny noises. God, Shiro’s in love with him.
Shiro helps him onto the bed, kissing him quickly before Keith is on his knees, face down into the mattress. Keith turns his head so he can breathe, and Shiro presses a quick kiss behind his ear. ‘’Still okay?’’
Keith inhales, and Shiro can feel it from where they’re pressed together. ‘’Yeah,’’ Keith says, fingers flexing where they’re touching his elbows. The movement is vulnerable and sweet, and some of the heat leaves Shiro, just for a moment.
‘’You’re doing so good, babyboy. So perfect for me,’’ He says. ‘’I love you.’’
‘’I love you, too,’’ Keith says, eyes bright from where he’s watching Shiro through his bangs.
It’s the most complete sentence Keith will be able to string together for a while.
Shiro grabs the lube from the bedside table, drizzling a bit on his fingers, and Keith’s eyes go predatory. Shiro slips the toy out of Keith, causing the younger man to shiver, before Shiro slots himself against Keith, sliding his fangs into the smaller man’s neck in tandem with the slow push of his cock inside of Keith.
Keith moans. ‘’ Ohhhh fuck, okay, okay, that’s fine, just…’’ Hot blood drips into Shiro’s mouth, the venom pulsing through Keith. ‘’ So, so much, god, so full.’’
Shiro licks the wound shut, leaving another bruise. ‘’Feel good, honey?’’
Keith exhales a shaky ‘’yes’’ and Shiro languidly slides in and out of Keith. Through their connection, Keith is a lit flame, and Shiro soothes his hand down Keith’s stomach, stopping at neat curls. ‘’Hm?’’ He asks.
‘’ Please, ’’ Keith exhales. Shiro taps Keith’s cock as he moves in and out of him, and Shiro’s going to pin him down and suck his dick, later. Shiro lets Keith know as much through the thrall, and his starry eyes meet Shiro’s.
‘’Daddy,’’ He whispers reverently.
‘’There he is,’’ Shiro coos, slamming into Keith. Keith moans and takes it. ‘’Is that what you wanted, sweetheart? Wanted to be Daddy’s little boy?’’
Keith’s mind screams yes, but his body can only manage to moan and nod. His noises tip up in pitch when Shiro starts to rub at his cock, and Shiro begins to build up a steady rhythm. He feels Keith sink deeper into what they’re doing, lost in sensations and not in thought and ropes.
‘’That’s right, baby. There we go. Just let go for me,’’ Shiro tangles his free hand into Keith’s hair, mouthing at the shell of his ear. ‘’You’re doing so good. So pretty. You look so good with my cock inside of you.’’
Keith breathlessly moans. ‘’Daddy, close, I’m close-’’
‘’I know,’’ Shiro soothes. ‘’Do you want me to take care of you?’’
Keith sobs. ‘’Please,’’
Shiro whispers into the skin of Keith’s neck. ‘’ Come for me.’’
Keith’s climax rips through him, body helpless to comply with Shiro's order, and he soaks Shiro’s hand and his cock. Shiro keeps him climaxing like that for nearly a minute, waiting until Keith is screaming and his brain is whiting-out and absolutely empty. Shiro only stops when Keith feels like he’s going to die (in the best way) and he’s incapable of coherent thought, still soaking Shiro’s hand. Shiro praises him through it, keeping still inside of Keith and petting his hair.
‘’There we go. So good. You did so good. So perfect for me, prince,’’ Keith whimpers, blissed out. ‘’Doing okay?’’
‘’ Yes,’’ Keith insists, verbally and through the thrall.
Shiro chuckles. ‘’Alright, honey.’’ Shiro carefully pulls out, listening to the slick sound.
Keith squirms. ‘’Sticky,’’ He says. Shame flits through his mind in uneasy circles, and Shiro firmly pushes it away with affection and gratefulness. Shiro unties Keith, and they stay like that for a time, until Keith regains some semblance of coherency and is able to walk. Shiro only gets halfway dressed, mostly because he doesn’t care, but also because Keith got dressed in his shirt with nothing but boxers.
Shiro carries him to the kitchen, setting him down on the counter and heating their food up while Keith drinks water. Keith is still a little loopy, but bright and ecstatic through their connection. Shiro hands Keith his food, who decides to eat it while sitting in Shiro’s lap.
Shiro watches Keith, picking at his Mongolian beef, and it’s only once Keith finishes that Shiro picks him up again.
‘’Uh,’’ Keith mumbles. ‘’I can walk.’’
‘’I know,’’ Shiro says, setting Keith down on the bed, then throwing his own pants off and climbing on top of him. ‘’But I recall wanting to shove you down and ride your face.’’
Keith blinks, eyes going dark. He grabs Shiro’s hips, dragging him up, and Keith looks absolutely predatory.
‘’Use me,’’ Keith halfway orders, and Shiro needs no further prompting. He tangles his hand in Keith’s hair, feeling his boy lick into him, and groans.
‘’ Fuck,’’ He hisses. ‘’God, you’re so slutty for it.’’ Keith makes eye contact with Shiro as he sucks his cock, smirking devilishly. Keith has blowing Shiro down to more-or-less of an art form, and Shiro knows it. ‘’Oh my god, right there, fuck-’’
Shiro pulls Keith’s hair, hard, and feels the moan vibrate against his skin. Keith lightly scratches his nails down Shiro’s thighs, and Shiro begins to grind down onto his face in earnest. ‘’Is this what you wanted? Wanted- ah, wanted Daddy to use you and get you all messy?’’ Keith spears Shiro on his tongue, and Shiro practically whites out. ‘’ Fuck! God, you’re so good at this, so fucking- hah, so desperate for it. Good boy.’’
Shiro keeps riding Keith’s face, until he’s a rubber band ready to snap. ‘’I’m gonna-’’
Keith just encourages Shiro, licking into Shiro with his tongue. Shiro comes with a harsh gasp, feeling his own slick on Keith’s face. Keith keeps sucking Shiro’s cock until Shiro pulls away, oversensitive, and Keith chuckles darkly.
Shiro collapses on his back beside Keith, panting. ‘’Enjoyed yourself?’’ Keith asks, grinning evilly. Shiro squints at him.
‘’You brat,’’ He says, as Keith snuggles up to him.
‘’Your brat,’’ Keith reminds.
‘’My brat.’’ Shiro agrees.