Prekerb #sheith where keith can’t seem to keep himself out of trouble and shiro is fed up. His golden boy status wont protect keith forever and the kid is on thin, thin ice.

#nsfw #spanking potential #dubcon?

So when keith stomps out of iverson’s office with a last warning trailing behind him, shiro is at the door ready for him.

He’s not gentle, and he doesnt speak to keith when he grabs him by the wrist and drags him down the hall.

Keith squawks and protests, tugging against shiro’s iron grip. Shiro doesnt even look at him and keith eventually gives up, half-jogging to keep pace with shiro’s long strides rather than being dragged behind him.

In shiro’s quarters, Shiro punches in the lock code

and sits heavily on the edge of his bed.

“Shiro?” Keith asks in a small voice.

“I dont know what to do, keith,” shiro says to his hands. “You’re an amazingly talented young man, you could do anything, and you’re about to throw it away because you cant keep your temper.”

“I know,” keith says quietly. “Im sorry.”

“Dont be sorry, be /better./”

Keith flinches and shiro softens.

“I dont mean you’re not good enough, keith,” he sighs. “But you have to learn to control yourself. Im not going to lose you without a fight,

and my previous approach is clearly not working.”

Shiro eyes are heavy and intense, and he can see keith swallow, unsure what shiro is getting at.

“We’re going to see if we cant make this lesson stick a little better. Take off your pants.”

“I- what?”

“Im not in the mood to repeat myself. /Now/ please, keith.”

Too shocked to do anything else, keith obeys, kicking his shoes to the side.

“Underwear too.”

Keith stares, waiting for the punchline but there’s no trace of shiro’s usual good humor.

He gulps and steps out of them, standing before shiro bare from the waist down in only his garrison-issued socks.

“Come here.” Shiro pats his own thighs. “Over my lap.”

“Shiro I- I-”

“Three... Two...”

Flushing, feeling childish and small and not a little embarrassed,

Keith once again obeys.

Shiro doesnt bother explaining. Theres no way keith hasnt realized whats coming.

“We’ll start with twenty,” shiro says, “and then if i dont think the lessen has stuck you’ll get more.”

“Ok,” keith whispers.

“This is a punishment,” shiro continues, “and i intend to make you feel it, but if you need to stop, if it hurts more than you can stand or you feel overwhelmed in a bad way, say ‘red’ and we’ll stop and I’ll take care you, ok?”

“Ok,” keith repeats.

“Say it back to me.”

“If i need to stop, I’ll say red, and you’ll stop.”

“Good. Count each strike out loud.”

Keith nods his understanding, and the first strike lands with a /crack/ that fills the room.

“One!” Keith gasps.

Shiro’s hand lands heavily and rhythmically, again and again.

It hurts.

It /really/ hurts actually, but keith has a high pain tolerance and he trusts shiro. Nothing about the blows feels brutal or vicious— each strike is measured and controlled, never pushing past what keith can handle.

Somewhere between 10 and 15, the strikes start to hit different. Its not shiro, his hand claps down same as ever, but now a frisson of pleasure zings up his spine along with the pain.

He should stop this. He should really call red and put an end to this.

Shiro would be disgusted to find out that keith is somehow getting off to this, but...shiros palm is so big & warm on his bare skin and hasnt keith always wondered what those hands would feel like on his body?

Its not a sexual situation, but he may never get this chance again

Its not until keith is sighing out "twenty" that he realizes hes viciously, achingly hard and that shiro will be expecting him to stand up very soon, and he obviously cant do that.

Shiros hand soothes up and down his back over his uniform jacket, and that doesnt help either.

"How are you feeling?" Shiro asks. "You think you learned your lesson?"
Shiro shifts, bracing like hes about to help keith to his feet.

Letting shiro witness his shame is not an option.

"Yeah, whatever," keith says with as much attitude as he can muster. "I barely felt it."

"...Is that right?" Shiro says after a beat, and keith has never heard his voice sound like that, all soft and low and dangerous.

His cock throbs. He entertains what it would feel like to inch forward and press against shiros thigh, rub off on him until he comes.

Keith will store that 'what if' away for a lonely night sometime soon.

For now he has to make it through this, where his actions have very real consequences.

"Lets see if 20 more will make you /feel it/," shiro says with steel in his voice. "Count."

Any thought keith had entertained about using this extra time to figure out how to will his boner away disappears at the very first crack on his tender skin.

Each new blow lights a fire in his veins and keith is certain his dick is leaking onto shiros floor.

Theres no way out of this.

Tears spring to his eyes halfway through the next set, and his fingers clench the leg of shiros slacks in a death grip.

He tries to keep his voice even but 'thirty one' comes out so cracked and broken that it brings shiro to a sudden halt.

"Keith?" Shiro asks softly. "Are you ok?"

He nods, keeping his face tucked away so shiro wont see his tearstained cheeks.

"You're trembling, keith. Im calling it, i think youve had enough."

"No, please!" Keith begs but shiro is already hauling him upright, braced to steady him

"Oh." Shiros shocked face is the last thing keith sees before he buries his burning face in his hands. "/Keith/."

Keith shakes his head, just an all-encompassing 'no'-- to shiro, to this awful, mortifying situation, to his whole entire existence.

"Keith." Its soft this time, sure. The voice of a grown up in control of a desperate situation. "Its ok, things like this happen. Im not upset and you dont need to be embarrassed. Will you look at me?"

Slowly, keith lets his hands drop.

"Oh, keith, /honey/," shiro gasps after one look at keiths blotchy face and puffy eyes. He pulls keith into a tight hug between his spread thighs.

Oh god.

Keith's straining cock gets trapped between his own belly and shiros warm, broad chest.

Their uniform jackets are stiff and a little rough but it doesnt matter, keith was already on the razors edge and this is more than he can bear. this close, shiros scent is everywhere, all it takes is one shaky inhale and keith is coming with an agonized cry,

his cock jerking and spilling all over their fronts.

Oh no. No no no no /please/ no.

Please let this just be an awful horny nightmare that he'll wake from with a boner and a guilty conscience.

Keith pinches himself hard, and doesnt wake.

Fuck.

Through the slow-churning haze of abject humiliation, keith slowly realizes that, rather than shoving him away in horror and disgust, shiro is rubbing gentle circles on his back, humming a soothing little nonsense tune.

"Shiro--" keith croaks, then realizes he has no idea what to say.

"Its ok, keith," shiro shushes him. "Its ok. Are /you/ ok?"

Keith feels...weird. unmoored, floaty and adrift.

"Im cold," he says.

"Do you want to snuggle? Or i could make you some, or draw a bath--"

"Snuggle," keith says with certainty.

"Alright. Can i take this off of you?" He tugs lightly at keith's jacket.

Keith nods his assent, and is fully naked in short order. Shiro doesnt linger, just lifts the covers and beckons keith. "Climb on in."

Shiro makes to climb in next to him but keith stops him with a hand to his chest.

"You too," he says. "No clothes."

"Are you sure?"

Keith is aware that, despite everything that just happened, theres a line here that they havent crossed, and that cant be uncrossed once they do.

"Please," keith says.

And shiro does, sliding in next to keith in nothing but his underwear.

Shiro leans back against the headboard and urges keith to lay back against him, back to front, with keith reclined enough that hes not resting his weight on his tender rear.

Shiro rubs warmth into keiths arm and brackets his chilled legs with his own warmer ones.

Keith sighs and lolls back against his best friend, too worn out to consider what all this means.

Shiros hands wander, and keith basks in the lazy touches.

Its not long before all the warm skin, broad muscle, and easy, intimate touching starts to get to him though.

Keith bites his lip as he feels his dick plump up, praying that shiro doesnt notice. He doesnt want this to end and, even after everything,

nothing shiro has done has been overtly sexual.

Keith just wants to enjoy this moment while it lasts.

It gets harder and harder to ignore though, with those strong hands on his hips and thighs, and up his belly and chest.

Keith whimpers when shiro /just/ bypasses his erection, so close that he has to know exactly what hes doing. He cant help the way he squirms, pressing back into shiro amd tilting his hips up, trying to guide shiros hands without having to ask for it.

"Hey," shiro murmurs into his hair. "Its ok to ask for what you need."

Keiths stomach flips. Shiro can only be referring to one thing. Does that means its ok if keith wants..."i- i think i need to come. Again."

Shiros thoughtful hum rumbles against his back.

"That can be arranged."

Keith is jostled while shiro reaches into his nightstand for something, and keiths eyes widen when he sees what hes got: a clear silicone fleshlight and a bottle of lube.

"Oh," keith breathes.

"Ever used something like this before?"

Keith can only shake his head. He cant imagine shiro will be surprised.

"Well i think you'll like it. Wanna try?"

"Y-" keith's breath catches in his throat and he has to cough to clear it and tries again. "Yeah, i um. Yeah."

To his immense credit, shiro doesnt laugh at him,

just hums softly and lubes up the toy.

"Ready?" Shiro asks.

Keith nods, not trusting his voice.

Theres nothing sexy about the noise keith makes as the fleshlight descends over the head of his cock, but hes never felt anything like this before.

His hips buck, trying to sink in further but shiro moves with him and lays his free hand on keith's hip.

"Be still," shiro says. "Just feel."

It takes all of keiths willpower, but he settles. Shiro doesnt say anything, but his thumb strokes over keiths hip

and that feels like praise on its own.

Its torture being patient through the agonizingly slow descent of the toy on his aching cock that shiro puts him through, and the twist he puts on the upstroke has keiths back arching and toes curling.

"Thats it," shiro whispers. "You're doing so good, being so good for me keith."

Keith whines, teeth clenched as he tries to be still, to be good.

"Please," keith gasps after two more of the same torturous strokes. "Please shiro i cant- i need- please make me come."

"Of course. You can come whenever you're ready."

Theres no way keith can hold back his noises when shiro really starts to stroke him, the toy swallowing his cock down to the root and enveloping him in hot, tight pleasure.

He imagines shiro stroking this up and down his own cock, how shiro would stretch the hole far wider than Keith's own moderate size, what kinds of faces, what kinds of sounds he might make, and keith finds himself far closer to the edge than he was a moment ago.

"Oh fuck," keith whimpers. "Fuck shiro, i- i-"

Is he going to be allowed to come inside it?

"You close baby?"

"Uh-huh," keith moans.

"Good boy." Shiros hand slows to a stop, and the restraining hand on hia hip trails up to his chest. "Go on and take what you need."

Given permission, keith doesnt waste a moment. He braces his hands on shiros thick thighs and uses the leverage to work his hips up, fucking into the sleeve with a pace that will have him spilling in no time.

Hes half worried shiro will tell him to slow down, savor it,

and keith kind of wants to savor this moment too, but his need is greater than his self discipline and shiro is only murmuring encouragement.

"Thats it, baby, take it just how you need it."

/Baby./

Shiro called him /baby,/ and more than once now.

Keith doesnt know what to do with that, how to unpack it, but he does know that it sparks heat low in his belly and throbs in his chest, makes him pant and moan because /yes/ he wants to be shiros baby.

"You're so gorgeous like this," shiro tells him.

Keith wants to protest-- hes definitely /not/-- but shiro takes that moment to pinch and roll keiths nipple and keith nearly swallows his tongue.

"Thought you might like that," shiro chuckles lowly, and reaches across him to give the same attention to the other one.

Its almost more than keith can take, and hes almost surprised how long hes lasted here, even with one pathetic, humiliating orgasm already behind him.

Shiro holds the sleeve still and steady for him and keith feels the pleasure rising in him as he fucks his hips up with abandon.

Each thrust works a little grunt out of him, soft "unh unh unh" sounds that get higher and quicker the closer he gets.

"Go on, baby," shiro urges, voice gone rough and husky. "Fill it up for me, let me see you fuck your cum nice and deep in there- ohh /good boy/."

Shiros fingers on his nipple twist and tug as, with a few rabbitting thrusts, keith sobs and starts to come.

He empties into the toy, heavy, throbbing pulses that seem to go on forever as his hips continue to work, milking every last ounce of pleasure that he can.

Finally spent and trembling through the aftershocks, keiths muscles turn to jelly and he slumps back against shiro taking deep panting breaths.

Keith submits to the pampering that follows with more grace than he has ever submitted to anything in his life.

Given, hes never had takashi shirogane wipe sweat and cum off of him with a warm washcloth and hold a cold glass of water to his lips, or tenderly rub sweet-smelling aloe lotion all over his ass then hold him close with keiths head on his chest.

"We have to talk about this," shiro says through a kiss to keiths forehead.

"I know. Can i get you off first?"

/Before im never allowed to touch you like this again?/

Shiro just laughs, and keiths heart sinks.

"There will be plenty of time for that later," shiro says. "I mean, that is, if you want--"

"I want," keith interjects immediately.

Keith can feel the shape of shiros smile pressed against his hairline. "Me too." Shiro squeezes keith close and continues.

"So, we'll have to have a serious, grown up talk about this but...do you wanna take a nap first?"

A huge yawn splits keiths face before he can respond.

"I guess theres my answer," shiro laughs.

"Mhmm." Keith nuzzles his face into shiros pec.

"Never had learning a lesson take it out of me quite like this."

"Oh yeah? Do you think it stuck?"

"Difficult to say," keith smirks. "You should probably give me regular remedial courses, just in case."

Shiro nudges him with his shoulder. "You're a punk."

"You love me."

Theres a brief, sudden silence, and keith thinks that after all that hes gone and ruined everything.

Then the softest kiss is laid on the crown of his head. "Lord help me," shiro says, so fond it aches. "I really do."

~end