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Shiro presses a kiss against Keith's pussy. It's just him, his lips, and the thin strain of sheer material separating his mouth from the sticky, sweet smell the boy is giving off.

Keith is cursing. Hissing like a kitten. All sorts of cruel words spewing from that sweet mouth.

Pervert. Creep. Disgusting.

Shiro knows he's all these things. He doesn't need some doe-eyed cult bride to tell him so. It makes him smile, almost, the heat to Keith's insults.

He kisses on his pussy again, drawing in a deep breath.

Sweet.

He smells sweet. Keith's legs are tense but his thighs are soft. Shiro's cheeks are pressed between them and he knows he's rough with stubble. His nose bends as he pushes closer, breathing in again. Keith goes quiet, a hiccup caught within his throat.

"What are you-"

Keith's whispering dies when Shiro presses his tongue flat against his plush lips. There's a swallow, Keith's gulps. As Shiro's spit stains the fabric it's obvious to him that the boy's never had his pussy licked before.

And that's a crying shame.

Shiro takes a moment to admire the little wet patch against Keith's underwear. They're flimsy things with daisy print, white fabric that gives way to the outline of pink cunt.

Shiro swallows at the sight, tugging at the fabric so he can see a little more.

It's not the first time he's been between a man's legs but it's the first time he's eaten one of these. His confidence flags, just briefly, when he wonders if he even knows what to do with it.

But then he glances but and catches Keith's flushed expression.

His eyes are squeezed closed and his lips are open. Plump, warm lips and shiny with spit. Shiro tilts his head, kissing Keith's pussy like it were his mouth.

Animal instinct takes the place of his uncertainty and Shiro huffs, sucking another wet spot to the fabric. Keith jolts.

He doesn't fight Shiro as the man tugs down his underwear, pooling them against the bunched denim of his jeans. Keith has gone quiet, head tilted back, and his blush had come all the way to his throat.

Shiro tugs the fabric down until Keith's thighs are bare.

He's all cream and strawberries, but his hips are narrow and the bones that frame his waist are sharp. When he breathes in Shiro can see the hard muscle of his stomach, can seek the peek of rib-bones like each breath empties Keith of everything he's got.

He swears, quietly, when Shiro ducks his head and pushes between the triangle made of each of Keith's legs, and his jeans - and he's locked there, the boy's knees bent over his shoulders and his sneakers pressed against Shiro's back.

Shiro's hands go to Keith's thighs and

press them open, just a little. Just enough to get a perverse look at the flesh below his mouth.

"Not so chatty like this," Shiro says to it.

Keith makes a low, angry sound in his chest but doesn't deign to look at Shiro. His knees press together, heel jabs into the man's back.

Shiro smothers his cocky smile against the line of Keith's pussy. He's warm there, plush and hot, and there's an anxious flinch of muscle by Shiro's cheek

The man opens his jaw and runs his tongue between pink lips, dragging it upward until his captive gasps.

"Ahh!"

Shiro likes the way Keith's pussy splits apart on his tongue. He likes the blood-warm berry that his lips wrap around, giving a little suck. The boy jolts, his stomach sucking in.

"Oh my god," Shiro swears he hears him say.

Keith won't look at him. Not when Shiro sucks at his clit again. Not when he drops his jaw open and runs his tongue between his puffy lips.

Shiro can see the boy is heaving, that his neck and chest are pink. His arms strain against his ties and there'll be bruises in their wake.

There's a sheen of sweat on Keith's stomach and his abdomen is tense. Shiro smoothes his flesh hand against the skin, his prosthetic reaching between his own legs to give his cock a squeeze.

Keith is wet. Wet wet wet. As Shiro drags his tongue through his lips again he feels

how wet his chin is. He's a messy eater, unshaven and crude. He grabs his dick again, grunting. Something about this kid makes him act wild.

Keith's things are deceptively strong and when they squeeze at Shiro's neck it almost aches. The boys knees lock and press together,

meeting behind Shiro's head and dragging him forward until he's crushed against Keith's hips. Shiro's not complaining, and when he glances up he sees that Keith isn't home anymore.

Mouth slack, eyes dark, head tilted back and breathing shallow. Properly gone. Panting.

And it's like he doesn't mean to do it but Keith drags Shiro closer, a subvocal little noise trapped in his throat. His thighs squeeze and his knees pull Shiro in, and when the man drags his tongue back down against his pussy - Keith rocks into his touch.

Just a little.

Like he doesn't even know he's doing it. And he moans when Shiro's tongue drags harder, when it dips a little lower than before. Shiro's panting too, like a dog, opening his mouth so Keith can ride against the wet muscle of his tongue.

"Mmh," Keith groans, wriggling in his seat, pushing his chest against the ropes. "Ahh-mm."

Finally, he looks down and meets Shiro's stare. The boys eyes are blown out, big and black, and that silly mullet is clinging to his cheeks. His mouth is wet and plump and open and

Shiro wonders if it tastes as good as his pussy. He squeezes the boy's hip and drags him as close as he can, bare skin hitching on the wood, and suctions his mouth between his legs - so hard his nose bends and his jaw begins to ache.

Keith's head falls back again and he /sobs/ and the muscle in his leg flinches. Shiro's fingers are squeezing too hard, his tongue a little mean. There will be bruises, and a stubble rash on the inside of Keith's thighs.

It's fine.

Shiro isn't doing this for Keith.

He's doing it for himself.

Keith keeps him locked in his subconscious little headlock, lifting his hips to meet Shiro's tongue, pushing back against it like a desperate thing. He's noisy now, the dim basement echoing with his moaning. He's getting louder, and Shiro's cock leaks.

"Fuck," Keith says. "Fuck, oh fuck. Oh my god."

The chair creaks and Keith's thighs lock. Shiro knows he's gonna cum. If his hands weren't bound behind his back he knows the boy would be tugging his hair. A thought for next time - perhaps?

Shiro's running his tongue so hard

along Keith's lips that it isn't hard to dip it in a little, engulf the tip into that warm, wet heat. He's tight - even around his tongue, and he throbs around the thick of it.

Shiro groans, eyes closed and mouth greedy. He pushes his tongue inside, drags it up, sucks his clit

again and Keith gasps, jolting like a revelations hit him.

"Uhn," he sighs, surprised. "W-wait."

Shiro doesn't wait. He glances up to see Keith's sobered somewhat, eyes alert, looking down at Shiro with a mild terror.

"Wait!" He says again, with clarity.

Shiro pulls back lazily, dragging his tongue from where it's buried in Keith's cunt, up to his plush little clit to give a parting suck.

Keith's face twists, his cheeks red and his eyes still impossibly dark. Shiro doesn't miss the way he begs (sobs) and says

"Something's happen-"

Before he's cut off, his breath aborted, his whole body going tight. Shiro's mouth doesn't go far, eyes locked on Keith to watch the orgasm trickle up his spine. It's slow going, all-consuming.

Keith keens like he is dying.

His spine curls away from the chair he's tied to and his knees press together. He drags Shiro closer without meaning to, holds his mouth firm to his pussy. It throbs, hard - and then Keith shudders, a gorgeous noise caught in his throat.

There's aftershocks. Little tremors that

ripple through Keith, pushing dazed sounds from his mouth. He's breathing hard, his head tilted back to show off the long line of his throat. Shiro's hard, achingly so, and he runs his tongue over his mouth.

Eventually Keith's thighs relax - slowly, inch by inch.

His knees unlock and he begins to sag. His stomach sinks and rises. Shiro ducks his head and pulls it free, his hair ruffled. He sits back on his haunches and wipes his jaw, admirring his work.

Daisy panties twisted up in denim. Trembling, milk-white thighs.

Pussy pink and puffy, and Shiro's neglected dick strains at the sight. It's not exactly a secret, tenting the front of his grey sweatpants, a damp patch at the tip.

Keith's dazed, blissed expression slowly but surely melts away, and his eyes begin to narrow and his jaw locks.

"What was that?" He asks, his voice rough.

Shiro bites back his self-satisfied smile. He wipes his jaw again, tilts his head to work the kink out of his neck.

"My tongue," he says.

Keith's eyes narrow further and they flick from Shiro's face down to his tented cock.

Then he wriggles, no doubt uncomfortable now the endorphins have worn off.

"No," he says again, a stubborn lilt to his voice. "What was - what happened to me?"

He presses his thighs together like he's shy and there's an air of naive vulnerability behind his scowl.

"Are you kidding me?" Shiro laughs.

Because it's a joke. It has to be. But Keith's face remains serious, his eyebrows pinched in the middle. It's a painfully innocent expression, hardened around the edges with embarrassment.

Shiro's chest falls.

"That... that wasn't your first time, was it...?"

Shiro's voice tapers off as dread churns in his gut. Luckily, Keith's eyes flash with fury.

"I've had sex!" Keith snaps, fire returned. "Plenty of it."

Shiro, a gentleman, sits up and tugs Keith's jeans back around his hips. He doesn't bother with the zip but it's enough to cover him up, to give both of them a moment to cool down.

"Then why are you acting like you've never had an orgasm before?" Shiro asks, somewhat delicately.

Keith's face falls.

Shiro's heart sinks.

A vivid blush consumes most of the boy's face - the rest is covered by the ruffled hang of his long hair. Keith quickly averts his eyes, doing his best to curl in on himself although he is tied to a chair.

"An orgasm," Keith echoes, and the soft fall of his voice is telling.

Suddenly, Shiro hates Cassidy a little more than he did before.

Keith's eyes go to his shaking legs, trailing higher to eye off the tent in Shiro's pants. He should feel guilty for it, for it not flagging,

but he can still taste Keith's pussy on his tongue and knowing he stole his first orgasm is... affecting the man.

"Let me go now," Keith says, eyeing Shiro's erection like it's the enemy.

Reluctantly, Shiro does.

Keith gets to his feet with unsteady legs, fastening his jeans with a pink face. He's short, Shiro thinks, seeing the kid stand there in front of him. Barely shoulder height.

They eye each other with uncertainty as Keith readjusts his overgrown mullet,

braced as though the other might attack. Keith crosses his arms over his chest, glancing toward the basement stairs.

The ride back to the highway is quiet. Shiro doesn't take the church van, takes his car and keeps the roof down. Keith doesn't wear shoes or a seatbelt, lets his

hair play in the wind. The silence is somewhat uncomfortable, but no more so than the persistent boner pressed against Shiro's inner thigh.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you," Shiro says as they reach the city limits.

Keith is staring at the hills, the sky. He shrugs a shoulder

but his arms are still defensively across his chest. Shiro doesn't want to make the kid feel bad, even if he is a dumb hippie. Even if he kidnaps people.

"I just thought..." Shiro trails off, shaking his head.

It's a nice day. The sun is warm. Shiro pulls up on the edge of

the road where he first found Keith. He kills the engine but the boy doesn't get out right away. He glances over at Shiro, peeking shyly from beneath mean, black eyelashes.

"Thought what?" Keith says.

He's not pouting, but the expression hits the same. Shiro watches the cars pass on the highway, darts his eyes down to the nervous fidget of Keith's coltish legs.

"I mean," and Shiro wets his lips, "That was... was that really your first?"

Keith bristles. Shiro expels a puff of air from his nose.

"What happened all the other times you've done that?" Shiro says.

Keith gets out of the car then, shutting the door a little too hard. He keeps his sneakers slung over one shoulder and he doesn't seem uncomfortable

on the dirt. He rolls his eyes like he doesn't want to answer, but he shifts his weight on the contrary.

"No one's done that to me before," Keith says.

Then, with a dismissive look at Shiro's car, the boy starts walking away.

Shiro let's his car roll along side Keith for a moment, mouth open like he wants to speak. But he can't force the words to come out. He eyes the diamond ring sitting pretty on Keith's finger.

Your husband-to-be won't eat you out? Shiro wants to ask.

But Keith's shoulders are

squared and he's casting glances beneath his fringe at Shiro's car. Unfriendly glances. The man huffs, jerking his car into gear.

"Take care," Shiro says loudly. "Don't get in the car with strangers."

As he pulls back onto the highway he sees Keith sneer, arms still crossed

like some pouty teenager. But as Shiro drives away he sees (amongst the dust, reflected in his rearview mirror) the softest, annoyed smile.

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This is a thread based on my upcoming fic California Superbloom!! I'm really excited to post it - please expect some hate sex, some daddy issues, and some good and nasty pregnancy kink (and maybe an actual pregnancy)