( #sheith, semipublic sex, dom bottom keith, sub top shiro, cnc-ish themes, sexting, humiliation, trans!keith, trans!shiro)

Online classes are not Shiro's favourite. He likes being in person. Being apart from Keith isn't Shiro's favourite, either, but when their college shut--

--down because of the virus, and he and his boyfriend were scattered to the four winds. Keith went home to his family rez out in Arizona, and Shiro's back home, with *his* family. It's weird, being a 25 year old grad student, back in his family home.

Being apart means a lot--they don't get to have their usual dates, and they don't get to...be together, the way they usually do. And that means Shiro's about fit to boil. His hand and a bottle of lotion can only get him so far until he starts getting bored of it.

With Keith, fucking never felt like a chore, but now, for Shiro, jacking off is just something to cross off his to-do list. He's telling Keith just that a few months into their separation when Keith suggests a solution: sexting.

Shiro: I don't know how to do that, babe

Kee: So we figure it out. It's not rocket science. we trade nudes, we talk about what we wanna do to each other. We can figure it out. It's not rocket science.

Shrio: huh. okay.

Shiro: are you half as restless as I am?

Kee: lmao. probably more. t's making me climb the fucking walls

Shiro: then I guess we should get u taken care of

The night gets filthier from there. Keith sends Shiro a picture of his dick, pink and hard, and his fingers, stretching shiny slick between them, and it's--

--curtains for Shiro's higher functioning. He sends back a picture of one of his dicks, the one he usually wears with the little plug that fits right inside his pussy, and Keith talks about how much he wants it in him, and then he tells Shiro how to touch himself until he comes.

It's good. It's not as good as in person, but it's really good, and it's not the same repetitive jacking off to memories or erotica. Shiro sleeps like a baby that night, and the next morning, when they're talking, Keith says he did, too. So they resolve to do it again.

Shiro's in "Politics, Science, and Government" when it happens. He's got Discord open on his laptop in a side window--he's a good student, but he also gets bored easily--so he sees the message right away.

Kee: Hey daddy
Kee: What are you doing?

Shiro: In Kolivan's class. bored.
Shiro: you?

Keith sends back a picture--a close-up on his pussy, pink and glistening and spread open.

Shiro's mouth waters.

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Shiro: so pretty baby

Kee: It's for you, daddy

Shiro feels himself get hard, feels the slick start to flow.

But he can't. He's in class. He's in class, and if Keith gets him all turned on there's not gonna be anything he can do. So he tries to keep his head.

Shiro: I'm in class kee. promise I'll make it up to you when class is over.

Kee: oh, you're in class, huh?

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Shiro doesn't like Keith's tone. Well, he does, but he knows it's gonna spell trouble for his ability to focus on discussion.

Shiro: kee--

Kee: Aren't you gonna fuck me, baby?

The way Kee always switches from calling him daddy to calling him baby when he really gets domming always makes Shiro weak in the knees. But he can't right now. He's in class. He can't, right?

Shiro: i'm busy. please. you're distracting me, kee

Kee: You don't mean it, baby

Kee: I know you want this pussy. Come on, Shiro

Shiro tries not to look, but then Keith sends another picture, a pair of meshy panties pulled to one side to reveal the pretty pink lips of his pussy. It's not like he can refuse that.

Kee: I can't decide if I want to sit--

--on your dick or on your face, baby. You always look so pretty with my slick on your mouth.

Fuck. Shiro can almost taste the salt tang of his pussy. Absently, he reaches between his legs and strokes his cock through his sweats, just out of the camera's view.

Kee: you touching yourself, pretty baby? you rubbing your cock in front of your classmates? in front of your professor? i bet if he knew you were such a slut he'd wanna watch you, too. you'll stick your dick in anything that moves.

Shiro's lucky his microphone is muted--

--because he lets out a real live whine.

Keith is relentless. He goes on even as Shiro can feel himself soaking a wet spot into his sweatpants.

Kee: You never answered my question, baby. Are you touching your cock right now? In your class?

Shiro can't lie. Keith will know, somehow.

Shiro: yes

Kee: disgusting. you're too much of a stupid slut to pay attention to your professor, aren't you? All you know how to do is suck dick and eat pussy and fuck me, and sometimes you can't even do that last one right.

Kee: We oughta just tie you up on a park bench and let whoever wants to use you. that's all you're good for.

Jesus. Shiro doesn't know why he gets off on this so much. He knows Keith loves him, that they'd go to the ends of the earth for each other, but when Keith talks--

--to him this way he swears it makes his blood sing.

Kee: Don't know what to say, puppy?

Shiro lets his baser desires get the better of him. His fingers are typing before his brain thinks.

Shiro: I wanna come, baby. Please.

He doesn't even know how he'd do it. Kolivan's still talking about NASA and saying numbers Shiro's tuning out and it's not like he can just leave the call. Keith practically reads his mind.

Kee: And how are you gonna do that, huh, baby? You're gonna jack off right in front--

--of your whole class?

Out of the frame of the camera, Shiro slides his hand into his pants to rub his dick.

Kee: Do you think you can do it? Without them knowing? You gonna come for me, in front of all those people, thinking about filling me with your cock?

Shiro does, fingers moving frantically now. He keeps his mouth closed, keeps his face passive in it's little square, but he can't help the one little shudder that pushes through him.

He's lucky he catches Kolivan ask, in his solemn low voice, "Mr. Shirogane? Are you alright?"

Shiro smiles, takes his hand out of his pants, and smiles.

"Fine, sir," he nods. "Just cold."

Kee: you feel good, baby?

Shiro: how'd you know?

Kee: call it intuition. I expect to hear from you after class

Shiro grins.

Shiro: of course

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