#sheith, college au, sex toys.

Shiro and Keith dorm together even though Keith’s a freshman and Shiro’s about to graduate.
Too busy with classes to date, Shiro takes to jerking off in a fleshlight. It’s great, but the clean up he hates, and sometimes forgets about.

On one trip to the bathroom after he finishes, Shiro sets the used fleshlight down and then goes to bed and forgets.

That’s when Keith goes to use their shared bathroom and... finds it.

Keith should be disgusted or offended or.. anything other than curious. But Shiro is nice and smart and funny and very very fucking hot.

Keith doesn’t know what he expects when he grabs it off the counter, but finding it sticky and used is not it.

His hand moves before he knows it, and he presses two fingers into the filthy opening. It’s warm, wet. Full of Shiro’s—

Keith rears back, gasping, a shiver of fear and arousal running through him. This is wrong. So wrong.

There’s come on his fingers.

He stares. He—

Wants.

Keith’s heart is pounding suddenly at his own thoughts. The fingers come up to his mouth and

He tastes.

It’s salty, masculine. He presses the fingers into his mouth and licks them clean.

By the time he finishes he’s nearly quivering in his own skin, shocked at his own daring. And his cock is hard.

He’s reaching for the toy before he’s even thought it. It’s a squishy material, heavy in his hand.

Keith looks at the enterance, still slick. His mind circles around the idea that /Shiro put his cock there/.

And if Keith—

Fuck. Fuck. The taste is still on his tongue and his cock is /throbbing/.

No one would know. He’s sure it wouldn’t take very long at all, just the thought of it has him spiraling.

Before he knows it he’s tugging down his sleep pants and his cock is out.

He bites his lip to keep the sound in his throat down. The toy is just near the tip of his cock. He’s hard, leaking. He—

He puts the enterance to his cockhead, seeing the come still smeared there. Keith takes a staggered breath and pushes inside.

The feel of it is— a lot. Immediately he’s leaning back against the back room wall for support. The cocksleeve is warm and wet and tight on him.

But it’s the idea of Shiro’s come slicking the way that’s got him woozy. He pulls the toy off and looks down to see the mess.

A moan almost breaks free. He plunges back into the toy almost feverishly. His cock pulses hard and he knows he won’t last.

So instead he just starts moving it on himself, pressed against the wall, eyes closed, losing himself to the feeling of it.

The sound urges him on too. It’s so wet inside there, and Keith imagines this is how wet he would be if he let Shiro—

He gasps, fucking the toy faster, letting it squeeze and suck him. He’s never used one of these before but he can see the appeal now, it feels AMAZING.

His orgasm approaches quickly and Keith doesn’t slow, panting against the wall and fucking into the toy. He thinks about after, about sticking his tongue into the mess of both their spills and—

He’s going to come, he’s so close and it feels so fucking good and—

“Enjoying something that isn’t yours?” Comes a low, stern voice.

Keith’s eyes fly open, and he turns to see the bathroom door ajar, and standing there is Shiro.

(Going to bed, the thrilling conclusion comes tomorrow)