Intrusive Shiro thought #2: #Sheith

PWP | NSFW | Smut | Flexibility used for sexy times

Shiro never put much thought into his flexibility, he normally relied on his strength and wits when it can to battle, but every one in while he showed he had more in his arsenal than what most knew.

When he squared off against a handful of BOM members. He was grateful that +

some of the officer of the Blade would participate in this demonstration for the cadets, showing the importance of knowing hand to hand combat when no weapon was at your disposal.

Keith wasn't among the crowd watching with a critical gaze.

Shiro stood, surrounded on all sides+

with adversaries abound and him in the center. Some had practice swords and blasters that shot harmless lasers that would interact with the clothing he wore by leaving a luminescent glow to show where he'd been shot. He wouldn't let that happen.

The instructor of the class spoke as the cadets murmured and fawned over the fact war heroes Keith and Shiro ex-Paladins of Voltron were present and at their class. They remain starry-eyed at Shiro since he was participating in their class which was crazy as he was the youngest+

current Captain to reach such high ranks. Not only that, he commanded the Atlas the only vessel to rival Voltron.

To him it was all blah, blah blah.

He had heard it all before and he didn't care about his praises. He wanted to shape young minds or at least assist with the+

process. Hence why he was present in their class. He didn't pay much mind to the admiration he was generating instead Shiro eyes stayed on his pretty husband. Keith wore his Garrison uniform though he was one of the leaders of BOM, but he was currently on duty at the Garrison+

for short stint, Keith participated as both officer of Garrison and BOM leader. This created a strong partnership with BOM and made them key to their operations.

"Now to commence with the demonstration." The instructor turned it over to Shiro and five Galra that surrounded him.+

"Alright class i you ever find your outnumber and without a weapon it always good to know how to defend yourself." Shiro spoke. "Its always good to have various skill-sets under your belt. Alright we'll get started." +

#Sheith | PWP | NSFW | Smut | Flexibility used for sexy times | Some silliness

((Sorry for any typos in the previous thread above, I didn't get a chance to reread and man is that first part rough. My bad and onwards!!))

If Shiro had know this very demonstration would set Keith ablaze, he would have enjoyed showing off. Instead, reflecting back, he would feel rusty if anything.

He dropped into a crouch, readying up as the blade began to circle him in unhurried rotations. +

Shiro slowly kept twisting within the center as he let his eyes scan from one opponent to another. A single BOM dove forward, the circle around him breaking as he sidestepped as the foam sword sliced the air where his head had been.

The captain dodged, jumped, dove and pivoted+

as he weaved between the five. For his large size he remained limber and quick, not as swift as Keith but he could be fast when need be.

Shiro dropped low, leg swinging out sweeping the feet from under one of the officer. He heard the air knocked from them and Shiro raised +

his leg straight into the air, his foot above his head for a split second before he dropped his heel down. Axe kick delivered as he rendered one adversary down.

Before he could react, a tail wrapped around his forearm, this was his flesh arm. Shiro wrapped more of the appendage+

around his arm before he rolled and came into a kneel using his natural strength he yanked hard.

The body came flying towards Shiro, he braced as he zipped forward. He slammed his metal fist into their face (the newly crafted arm performing beautifully for him). Moving fluidly,+

Shiro shoulder bumped the BOM member as he spun, facing the last three as the body fell in a heap.

The threesome stood, the blaster wielding fighter pointed but hasn't yet fired as far as Shiro could tell or if he has he's missed as Shiro hasn't seen any illuminated spots.+

This time Shiro doesn't hesitate and charges head long, staying low as he's smaller compared to most Galra. A blade swings at him he bends back rolls his core as he twists and bodies the attacker around the waist. It leaves his back vulnerable so he kicks backwards, his leg+

curling overhead, tapping and then stunning the other.

Reacting quick he takes steady hold and begins to lift as he drops into a suplex knocking the BOM on their back. Shiro tucks and rolls before only two remain, he darts and jumps, punch aimed as he exudes raw power, the+

Galra blocks yet he's struggling with Shiro's might as this BOM member is on the slimmer side. The blaster wielder tries to assist as he swipes with the gun, Shiro blocks, then delivering an elbow towards his ribs before ducking a kick. He hops back two steps before spinning+

and kicking the last sword user squarely in the center of his torso. He grabs his arms, pulls him into a toss over his shoulder. It reminded him of when he threw Sendak all those years ago. The poor Marmora went flying while Shiro rounded on the last.

Easily dispatching him+

with lighting fast punches, disarming him. Shiro panted and then turned a smile on the class as he wiped sweat from his brow. "So cadets please take any and all lessons to heart, they could potentially come in handy. I was able to do all of this without the use of my arm." He+

brandished the slick metallic white with blue glow and silver trim.

"Please give a round of applause to BOM who helped in today's demo," the class broke out in claps as the five shyly waved and slinked off. "I will be returning the class back over to your instructor, have a+

good rest of your lesson, cadets." He salutes before his gaze soften, landing on Keith.

Shiro blinked, seeing the expression his husband is carrying as his full lips parted, cheekbones dusted with pinkish-red and wide eyed wonder in the pretty gaze.

What had gotten into him? +

Shiro came over cautiously. "Baby - um you okay?"

Keith didn't answer, instead he snatched his husband's wrist in hand and began to drag the much larger man away from curious young eyes.+

They immediately left the gym, Shiro stumbling after, thankful his legs were as long as Keith's as he kept somewhat in step. "Baby? What's gotten into you,?" His mind whirled, trying to figure out what was going through his husband's head.

Was he too hard on the Blade members? +

He didn't get to ponder the thought long as he was all but dragged across the campus.

The corridors changed from the training barracks to the officers quarters, Shiro knew this route well as they headed to the captain's quarters.

"Um Keith - sweetheart?" Their door opened, +

recognize their bio-signatures. Keith pulled Shiro in and then let him loose only to crowd him. Keith's arms wrapped around Shiro's sweaty neck, fingers playing with the shaved short hairs. "How have I never noticed?"

Shiro hummed in question. "Hmm? Noticed what?" The worry he+

felt was replaced with growing curiosity as Keith leaned forward, his presence looming.

"That you are so - flexible," the word sounds lewd coming from Keith, desperation in his voice.

Shiro blinked, lip puckered in thought. "Oh - that," his head tilted thoughtfully.+

Not understanding the appeal.

"You're as flexible as me, how the hell was this never brought up?" There was a cute whine to his voice.

Shiro smiled, feeling his heart swell. He'd do anything for Keith -. It's been a while since he's done this, but screw it. He kisses Keith's+

forehead before backing away. He kicks his shoes and socks off, then slowly his feet squeak against the floor as his legs part and he drops into a smooth split.

This is for Keith and Shiro was curious how he's baby would react.

The breath leaves Keith, audible and loud as he+

cups his mouth. The blush returns to his cheeks.

Deciding to up the ante, Shiro swings his leg switching his legs as he stays in a split. He grins, before he sits upright before kicking his lengthy legs up, curling as he tucks his heels behind his head, he grunts from exertion,+

feeling the pull and burn as he's still limber from the fight.

Shiro watches where Keith's eyes draw, he's wearing almost a form fitting bodysuit and he can tell those royal colored eyes outline the junction between his legs.

Shiro revels in the heated stare.+

Then his legs are before him and lays back against the linoleum, before he curls his back, his arms are flat against the floor as his legs come overhead, knees touching his broad shoulders as his toes are resting on the floor above his head.+

"Fuck," Keith whispers reverently, stars in his eyes as he looms over Shiro. He drops painfully onto his knees, the thud making Shiro ache in sympathy. Again, Keith curses as his hands cup the back of Shiro's knees, keeping him bent. +

Leaning over, peering down as his hair spills all around his face in black waves, Keith's pupils are blown and his mouth drops open hungrily. His crotch presses to Shiro's ass, nuzzling the presented cleft between spread clothed cheeks.+

How perfectly they fit together, Shiro thinks.

"What's going through your mind baby?" Shiro moves his arms, resting his hands on his chest as he's actually comfortable in this bend, even with Keith pressing down on him. It feels good for his back, tension bleeding out.+

Keith continues to crowd his ass, tented front rubbing circles into his backside. "I wanna try something, can we?" Keith bites his lip, looking downright cute and desperate.

How could Shiro refuse?

He couldn't, he was a weak man, a guy weak for Keith.+

Shiro had duties and obligations, he ran a tight ship on the Atlas, but he didn't care in those precious moments as his eyes bore into Keith's.

Reaching between his legs, Shiro's cybernetic palm cupped Keith's face lovingly. "Anything for you sweet boy," he murmured.+

He was so damn weak for his beloved husband. +

#Sheith | PWP | NSFW | Smut | Flexibility used for sexy times

On his back Shiro gasped as the plug slipped into his ass as Keith pressed it in, he had fully reliquished control the moment Keith got him in their bedroom. He moaned, eyes fluttering closed as he's stuffed full.+

The base of the plug nestles at his rim, pressed snug and flushed. +

Shiro's eyes opened as the bed shifts with moving weight, he remains nestled in bedding and pillows, Keith had created a nest for him, trying to keep Shiro comfortable. His feet were in the air as his knees rested in the space between his shoulders and pecs. His back feeling +

the stretch as his ass and pelvis were exposed.

His husband drizzled lube over Shiro's cock before his hand coated him in a viscous film. Thick and wet. He groaned, hips twitching as he felt his toes curl involuntarily. Keith's hands were magical.

He felt hics cock twitch+

filling out and hardening to full mass.

Shiro felt like his sweetheart had been edging him for a while, felt out of sorts, haphazardly balanced. Keith was testing his limits and he knew he'd break easily. Keith's calloused thumb toyed with the foreskin and head of his cock, +

teasing as he wept his pre mixing with the lube.

Keith grinned as he moved, rising above Shiro's folded state as he positioned over his lap, he wiped his hand clean on the towel below, removing the excess liquid. +

One hand cupped the back of Shiro's knee, using it as a brace as the other guided Shiro's cock to Keith's relaxed opening. Slowly Keith sank down his hand moving from Shiro's dick to take hold of his other knee as he took all of Shiro, his rim clutching firmly. +

The older man whimpered as Keith's weight settled over his body and he had a clear view of his husband's own bobbing cock and his smirking face.

Shiro's stormy gaze drank in the sight, seeing the faint ripple of his muscle as he moved, stomach flexing as goosebumps rose.+

His nipples hardening as he sat on Shiro adjusting for a moment. He loved watching the subtly of Keith's body, especially when he had a front row seat to admire the beauty before him. +

Shiro could wax poetic about Keith and his love of him all day. He felt those feelings and his body quickly eclipse his stamina and endurance. +

Fuck! Keith would undo Shiro so easily with his disarming look alone. He brushed his black fringe from his scarred face and looked down, nibbling lips.

Shiro whined as that plush little ass rolled, swallowing him deeper, to the hilt. Another rotation had him bucking.+

Jeez, Shiro wouldn't make it. He bit his lip, brows lowering as he felt on edge already.

Keith's stubby nails pressed in as he re-gripped the back of Shiro's knees, bracing his weight against the larger body. Their eyes met, conversation passing swiftly. Shiro gave a small nod.+

Keith raised his ass, the bed giving small tremors before he dropped down, the mattress helping him as it added to his bouncing pace as he rode his husband's dick.

Shiro head dipped back and he began to fill the room with his voice. He couldn't hold back at all, Keith smiled +

loving every bleeding sound that Shiro uttered as he worked him over with vigor.

It was very different from his normal grunts and groans. Shiro gasped and cried under his love. +

"Fuck - uhn should have tried this years ah - ago!" Keith moaned brokenly. "Look at you, falling a part like this." There was pure reverence in his voice.

"Keith! I can't baby, please!" Shiro begged and the younger of the two continued on. As he moved with abandon, riding hard.+

"Cum Takashi," Keith encouraged as Shiro shook his head 'no', biting his lip. "It okay, I'll get off on you feeling good." He assured softly as he continued to bounce, his ass sucking Shiro so deeply and squeezing him so pleasantly tight.

Shiro whimpered, he felt helpless but, +

so good, never had he been so close to burst this quickly.

Keith bore down on him, putting more weight as he sped his hips up. His ass clapping against Shiro's pelvis and the back of his thighs, making the plug in Shiro jostle against his prostate.

He began to sob below Keith.+

Shiro was unable to stop as he jerked and arched weakly under the onslaught as he began to come with a rush of intensity as it stole his breath.

Keith continued to move, looming as one hand released one of Shiro's knees and took hold of his bobbing cock. +

Keith began to stroke himself with fervor as Shiro shook apart below. Then Keith groaned low and long as his hips stuttered, rutting rather than bouncing as he began to come, painting his husband's chest with hot white streaks. He gave a tired smile, hand cupping Shiro's jaw.+

"Good boy, came just like I wanted." Keith rasped softly.

Shiro soaked up the praise, returning his own dopey grin.

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If only Shiro knew he had known he had set Keith down an insatiable path -.

Should I continue this thread??