Sheith, consensual possessiveness/bad behavior, nsfw

Shiro did so many things by the book when he was younger, and now—

Now when some Galra is chatting up Keith, he’s allowed to just stalk over there and slide his arm around Keith’s waist. A lewd grope to his backside

also wouldn’t go amiss in making his point.

The Galra takes and hint and then Shiro drags Keith into the bathroom and shoves him against a wall.

“You’re mine,” Shiro snarls. It’s how he’s always felt, and there’s something so wild the liberating not to have to

censor himself. Not to have to be polite or mature.

“We were just talking,” Keith says, wide eyed but trying to cover his eagerness in their play.

Shiros hand fists onto his hair, pulling his head back until he gasps.

“If you need something to do with your mouth, then I’ll give you something better.” Shiro grits.

Then he shoves Keith to his knees.

He’s rough with Keith. This is a public event and there’s no time to waste, so he pulls out his cock and shoves it down Keith’s throat.

Adrenaline in his veins it doesn’t take long. Keith whines and chokes and takes it until Shiro is pushing deep and groaning as he comes.

“Go get me a drink.” Shiro says as he pulls out.

Keith’s still hard in his pants, face blotchy and lips swollen. Still he struggles to his feet, adjusting himself.

Shiro takes a dark satisfaction from the idea that anyone with a keen eye might know what’s he’s just

been up to. That the other Galra might know.

“And be quick about it.”

Keith wipes his mouth and then goes. Shiro takes the moment to tidy himself. He looks perfectly unaffected when Keith returns, flushed pink. Keith hands him a water.

“Good boy. Now let’s go, if you can’t stop flirting with other men, you can’t be here.”

Shiro guides Keith out of the bathroom and then the event. He takes the long way, keeping his hand low and practically on Keith’s ass. Plenty of people get a good look.

It’s subtle enough to not actually get them in any trouble, but close enough to the line that Keith’s hot under the collar by the time they get to the car.

Shiro slides onto the drivers seat and then reaches for Keith.

“You can suck me on the way home,” Shiro says,

unzipping his pants once more. “And if you do well, then maybe I’ll fuck you when we get there.”

His cock slides easily back into Keith’s mouth and Shiro puts the car into drive.

He weighs the value in letting Keith come or drawing this out. Next week they have

another event, and it might be a good opportunity for Keith to act out…

END