Keith makes the Ultimate Mistake of being so desperate for a fuck...
Vel @ Miquella Defender@blackpalaladin
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Sep 04, 2025
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Keith makes the Ultimate Mistake of being so desperate for a fuck that he picks up a random guy at a party, goes to said guys place, and has the absolute worst sex of his life.
He's prepared to call it a bust and leave.
That is- until he meets the one-minute- wonders Roommate.
He's prepared to call it a bust and leave.
That is- until he meets the one-minute- wonders Roommate.
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It's the most horrendous sexual experience of Keith's life.
He has to FAKE his first orgasm. No easy task with a dick.
But it's not like the guy even noticed or cared, seeing as he rolled over and passed clean out immediately after.
Leaving Keith unsatisfied and grouchy.
He has to FAKE his first orgasm. No easy task with a dick.
But it's not like the guy even noticed or cared, seeing as he rolled over and passed clean out immediately after.
Leaving Keith unsatisfied and grouchy.
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He tries to find his clothes, but even with his phones flashlight he can only locate his boxers and the red shirt he wore.
He cleans up in the bathroom.
Discovers the dudes love of Axe.
Wrinkles his nose at himself in the mirror and says, 'Next time just go home and jack off.'
He cleans up in the bathroom.
Discovers the dudes love of Axe.
Wrinkles his nose at himself in the mirror and says, 'Next time just go home and jack off.'
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By the time he exits the bathroom, he's thirsty as heck and ready to go home.
So he decides to raid the fridge.
Only to find copious amounts of shitty beer and four protein shakes.
No food. No milk. Not even a soda.
He reaches down for a shake.
'How is this dude even alive?'
So he decides to raid the fridge.
Only to find copious amounts of shitty beer and four protein shakes.
No food. No milk. Not even a soda.
He reaches down for a shake.
'How is this dude even alive?'
5
'Packaged ramen mostly.'
Keith bashes his head against the freezer door at the unfamiliar voice.
He groans and rubs his head, peeking over to get a look at the intruder.
Who is not so subtlety staring at Keith's ass.
Clad only in underwear.
Keith bashes his head against the freezer door at the unfamiliar voice.
He groans and rubs his head, peeking over to get a look at the intruder.
Who is not so subtlety staring at Keith's ass.
Clad only in underwear.
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'Who the fuck are you?' Keith steps forward so the door hides his bare legs.
Intruder steps into the glow.
He's - big. Hot. Dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, headphones around his neck, hairline sweaty.
Like he just spent time working out or having better sex than Keith.
Intruder steps into the glow.
He's - big. Hot. Dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, headphones around his neck, hairline sweaty.
Like he just spent time working out or having better sex than Keith.
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'I'm Shiro.' Sexy Intruder Man smiles, 'You must be the -.' He holds up his cellphone and squints, 'Suker hawt fiercwacker?'.'
Keith scowls, 'My name is Keith.'
'Hello, Keith. I'm the roommate. Asked to vacate the premises for a few hours.' Shiro gives a cheery wave.
Keith scowls, 'My name is Keith.'
'Hello, Keith. I'm the roommate. Asked to vacate the premises for a few hours.' Shiro gives a cheery wave.
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Keith wrinkles his nose, 'A few hours?'
Shiro chuckles, 'Not one for marathons?'
Keith slouches over the fridge door, 'If he could get it up again after every sixty second bust, sure.'
Shiro bites his lip, 'You sound -.' He fights the laugh, 'Disappointed.'
Shiro chuckles, 'Not one for marathons?'
Keith slouches over the fridge door, 'If he could get it up again after every sixty second bust, sure.'
Shiro bites his lip, 'You sound -.' He fights the laugh, 'Disappointed.'
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'Disappointed is not getting the French fries you ordered and once you're home THEN you realize they're missing.' Keith grumbles, 'I'm devastated.' He shakes the bottle, 'And still horny.'
Shiro laughs.
His whole body shakes with it.
Shiro laughs.
His whole body shakes with it.
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Keith grumbles again, 'Yeah. Yeah. Laugh it up.' He pops the top on the shake and shuts the fridge door, 'I'm going to chug this, find my pants, and get out of here.'
He makes it three steps, bottle to his lips when Shiro's voice stops him with a low,
'That would be a shame.'
He makes it three steps, bottle to his lips when Shiro's voice stops him with a low,
'That would be a shame.'
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Keith turns slowly, 'What would be?'
Shiro leans into the island, arms crossed over his chest, 'You, putting on your pants and leaving.'
Keith lowers the shake, incredulous, 'Are you - are you coming on to me?'
'I'd rather be coming in you, but I'm not picky.' Shiro shrugs.
Shiro leans into the island, arms crossed over his chest, 'You, putting on your pants and leaving.'
Keith lowers the shake, incredulous, 'Are you - are you coming on to me?'
'I'd rather be coming in you, but I'm not picky.' Shiro shrugs.
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Keith squeezes the bottle in his hand. The plastic crackles.
He takes a few steps forward until he meets Shiro toe to toe.
And goddamnit Shiro is massive in comparison, but Keith still scowls up at him, 'And what makes you think you'll be any better?'
He takes a few steps forward until he meets Shiro toe to toe.
And goddamnit Shiro is massive in comparison, but Keith still scowls up at him, 'And what makes you think you'll be any better?'
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Shiro straightens and in one smooth motion, grips Keith's hips in his hands and tugs him against his chest, 'Because I know I'm good.'
Keith sneers, 'Bold words, big guy.'
Shiro smirks, 'I'm big in more than one way, baby. You won't be able to walk when I'm done with you.'
Keith sneers, 'Bold words, big guy.'
Shiro smirks, 'I'm big in more than one way, baby. You won't be able to walk when I'm done with you.'
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Keith's knees shake a little but he doesn't let it show.
He holds Shiro's gaze.
'Prove it.'
He holds Shiro's gaze.
'Prove it.'
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Shiro lifts Keith onto the counter with just the grip om his hips.
Keith lets out a sound, ceramic cold against the backs of his bare thighs and a little turned on by the show of strength.
Okay.
So he's a lot turned on, sue him. He's UNSATISFIED.
Keith lets out a sound, ceramic cold against the backs of his bare thighs and a little turned on by the show of strength.
Okay.
So he's a lot turned on, sue him. He's UNSATISFIED.
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Keith expected a little handy handy, some quick stretching and a cock in his ass, but not the Kiss.
The Kiss is open and slick in all the right ways, devouring Keith to his core and causing his toes to curl.
He whines and drags Shiro between his spread knees.
The Kiss is open and slick in all the right ways, devouring Keith to his core and causing his toes to curl.
He whines and drags Shiro between his spread knees.
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Shiro breaks the kiss just long enough to shed his hoodie, leaving his entire chest bare for Keith's viewing pleasure.
Keith drags his nails over Shiro's chest, catching a nipple.
Shiro growls and drags him into another kiss.
Keith drags his nails over Shiro's chest, catching a nipple.
Shiro growls and drags him into another kiss.
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Keith sighs, dropping his arms over Shiro's shoulders, playing with the ends of his hair.
His cock drags over Shiro's stomach, already hard and a little desperate for attention.
Shiro smiles against his mouth, finfers playing with the band of Keith's boxers, 'Need something?'
His cock drags over Shiro's stomach, already hard and a little desperate for attention.
Shiro smiles against his mouth, finfers playing with the band of Keith's boxers, 'Need something?'
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Keith yanks at the hair in his grip and Shiro hisses, 'Put up or shut up.'
Shiro's lashes flutter and his exposed throat works around a breathy, 'Yes, sir.'
Then wraps a big, warm hand around Keith's cock.
Shiro's lashes flutter and his exposed throat works around a breathy, 'Yes, sir.'
Then wraps a big, warm hand around Keith's cock.
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Keith's a little ashamed of the high whine that escapes.
It's been so long since someone touched him besides himself.
It's been so long since someone touched him besides himself.
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He drops his face into the hollow of Shiro's neck and moans through the slow, torturous strokes.
'That's it.' Shiro murmurs, 'You played hard to get, but you're already wet.'
His thumb curves over the head and Keith can feel the precum smearing, dripping down the sides.
'That's it.' Shiro murmurs, 'You played hard to get, but you're already wet.'
His thumb curves over the head and Keith can feel the precum smearing, dripping down the sides.
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He's also going to cum.
Stupidly early.
He sinks his teeth in Shiro's neck to fight it. Tries to jerk away.
'No. Bad boy.' Shiro twists his wrist, 'Come on, sweetheart. You deserve this. I can make you cum again.'
Stupidly early.
He sinks his teeth in Shiro's neck to fight it. Tries to jerk away.
'No. Bad boy.' Shiro twists his wrist, 'Come on, sweetheart. You deserve this. I can make you cum again.'
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Cocky. Overconfident ASS.
Keith squeezes his legs around Shiro's waist, hips riding his fist.
He comes with a muffled cry against the bright red row of teeth on Shiro's shoulder.
Shiro drags him through it with slow, teasing fingers and soft whispers of, 'That's it, baby.'
Keith squeezes his legs around Shiro's waist, hips riding his fist.
He comes with a muffled cry against the bright red row of teeth on Shiro's shoulder.
Shiro drags him through it with slow, teasing fingers and soft whispers of, 'That's it, baby.'
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Keith's toes tingle as Shiro strips him of his boxers and uses them to clean up the mess.
'Feel better?' Shiro's thumb stroke the inside of Keith's thigh.
Keith fights the urge to smile like a satisfied loon and manages a haughty, 'So, you can give a decent handjob. Congrats.'
'Feel better?' Shiro's thumb stroke the inside of Keith's thigh.
Keith fights the urge to smile like a satisfied loon and manages a haughty, 'So, you can give a decent handjob. Congrats.'
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Shiro's smile went from relaxed to sharklike in a second as he takes a step back.
A shiver goes up Keith's spine. His danger senses heightened. His toes curl again.
'Down. Hands on the counter.' Shiro orders.
A shiver goes up Keith's spine. His danger senses heightened. His toes curl again.
'Down. Hands on the counter.' Shiro orders.
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Keith smirks and makes a show of it.
Sliding to his feet, twisting around to face an empty fruit basket.
He may have wiggled, spread his legs a little further.
A quick inhale and a sharp swallow is all he gets, but it's enough.
Sliding to his feet, twisting around to face an empty fruit basket.
He may have wiggled, spread his legs a little further.
A quick inhale and a sharp swallow is all he gets, but it's enough.
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Shiro's hands curve over his ass. Squeezing once, thumb brushing over his hole.
Keith's fingers tighten on the counter.
Shiro reaches over with his free hand and opens a drawer.
Keith rolls his eyes, 'You keep condoms and lube in the kitchen?'
Keith's fingers tighten on the counter.
Shiro reaches over with his free hand and opens a drawer.
Keith rolls his eyes, 'You keep condoms and lube in the kitchen?'
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Shiro chuckles, 'It's our emergency drawer.'
'In the kitchen.' Keith pushes into Shiro's still massaging hand, 'Fuck in here often?'
'Never. It's a rule.' Shiro pulls out what he needs, 'But I'm already breaking rules tonight. Why not break them all?'
'In the kitchen.' Keith pushes into Shiro's still massaging hand, 'Fuck in here often?'
'Never. It's a rule.' Shiro pulls out what he needs, 'But I'm already breaking rules tonight. Why not break them all?'
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Keith is so on board with that. He loves breaking rules.
He wiggles his hips.
Shiro huffs a laugh and gets on with it.
He wiggles his hips.
Shiro huffs a laugh and gets on with it.
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There's nothing earth shattering about the stretch, other than Shiro's fingers being long and wonderful.
Plus, Keith's still - open from his last failed attempt at sex, but Shiro doesn't say anything.
He's handsy and thorough and Keith's back to a full salute.
Plus, Keith's still - open from his last failed attempt at sex, but Shiro doesn't say anything.
He's handsy and thorough and Keith's back to a full salute.
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Shiro smoothes a hand up Keith's back, his shirt catching on his wrist, 'You ready?'
Keith nods, 'Do your worst.'
'Famous last words.' Shiro wraps that same hand tight around his hip.
Keith nods, 'Do your worst.'
'Famous last words.' Shiro wraps that same hand tight around his hip.
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Keith will be the first to admit that he thought Shiro was all talk about being 'big in more ways than one'.
He's never been so glad to be so wrong.
He's never been so glad to be so wrong.
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They both let out identical, muffled moans as Shiro presses inside.
Keith lights up like a supernova.
Wants to say a dozen things, mostly Shiro's name and 'fuckingfinally' but what comes out is,
'You have to let me blow you.'
Keith lights up like a supernova.
Wants to say a dozen things, mostly Shiro's name and 'fuckingfinally' but what comes out is,
'You have to let me blow you.'
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Shiro's breath is warm and his laugh strangled against Keith's shoulder, 'Maybe later.'
Keith squeezes around him and smirks as Shiro bites his shoulder, 'There's going to be a later?'
'Marathon, remember? Can't have you leaving disappointed.'
Keith squeezes around him and smirks as Shiro bites his shoulder, 'There's going to be a later?'
'Marathon, remember? Can't have you leaving disappointed.'
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Keith hums, 'All or nothing. I like it.' He arches his back as Shiro pulls out and slips back inside, 'Come on, big guy.'
'Mouthy.' Shiro fists the bottom of Keith's shirt, 'Try to keep it quiet.'
'Mouthy.' Shiro fists the bottom of Keith's shirt, 'Try to keep it quiet.'
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Keith goes to ask 'what for', but Shiro slams back inside, sending him to his toes.
He slaps the counter and inhales, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
'Oh fuck-.' He wheezes out, 'Again.'
'I'm going to ruin you, baby doll. Hold on.'
He slaps the counter and inhales, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
'Oh fuck-.' He wheezes out, 'Again.'
'I'm going to ruin you, baby doll. Hold on.'
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Keith braces himself against the edge of the counter with a forearm. He covers his mouth, eyes squeezed shut.
His skin is too hot.
His knees nearly give out when Shiro angles just right.
A warm palm against his stomach keeps him from crumbling.
His skin is too hot.
His knees nearly give out when Shiro angles just right.
A warm palm against his stomach keeps him from crumbling.
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Keith doesn't have time to even say thank you.
Shiro's pace is out of this world.
He's strong, he's precise, and he's soley focused on Keith feeling good.
It's in the way he angles each thrust, the grip on his hip, easing Keith into a smooth rythm.
Shiro's pace is out of this world.
He's strong, he's precise, and he's soley focused on Keith feeling good.
It's in the way he angles each thrust, the grip on his hip, easing Keith into a smooth rythm.
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It is without a doubt - the most amazing sexual experience of Keith's life and it isn't even over yet.
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'You are so gorgeous.' Shiro's fingers glide down Keith stomach, fingers catching the tip of his cock.
Keith keens behind his hand.
He's too sensitive and it's too much, but he doesn't want it to stop.
So, he pushes into it.
Keith keens behind his hand.
He's too sensitive and it's too much, but he doesn't want it to stop.
So, he pushes into it.
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Shiro hums in encouragement, smearing Keith's precum until he's coated tip to balls.
It's no doubt dripping onto the floor now.
'Shiro - shiro please -.'
'I know what you need. Patience.'
It's no doubt dripping onto the floor now.
'Shiro - shiro please -.'
'I know what you need. Patience.'
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Keith shivers, rocking back into each thrust.
Shiro plays his body like a well loved instrument. As though they've been doing this for years instead of minutes.
'Come for me?' Shiro asks, voice eager.
How could Keith refuse?
Shiro plays his body like a well loved instrument. As though they've been doing this for years instead of minutes.
'Come for me?' Shiro asks, voice eager.
How could Keith refuse?
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Keith has to bite a finger to keep from screaming through it.
Shiro groans against his spine, words muffled and hot on his skin.
They sound suspiciously like, 'Good boy.'
But Keith is mush.
He's melted snow under a winter sun.
Shiro groans against his spine, words muffled and hot on his skin.
They sound suspiciously like, 'Good boy.'
But Keith is mush.
He's melted snow under a winter sun.
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Shiro noses the back of Keith neck, pressing stupid, gentle kisses against the sweaty skin.
'Wanna shower? Eat? Go again in my bed?'
Keith's arms shake as he pushes away from the counter, 'You're that confident?'
'I am.'
Keith wobbles, Shiro catches him.
'I could shower.'
'Wanna shower? Eat? Go again in my bed?'
Keith's arms shake as he pushes away from the counter, 'You're that confident?'
'I am.'
Keith wobbles, Shiro catches him.
'I could shower.'
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Keith cashes in that blowjob in the shower.
Shiro nearly rips the shower rod out of the wall, but it's totally worth the incessant praise and throaty gurgles of Keith's name.
It's not Keith's house anyway.
Shiro nearly rips the shower rod out of the wall, but it's totally worth the incessant praise and throaty gurgles of Keith's name.
It's not Keith's house anyway.
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They grab a bag of chips and two of the remaining protien shakes before tiptoeing to Shiro's side of the apartment.
They talk and eat, mostly naked on Shiro's bed. Keith in just his shirt, Shiro back in his sweatpants.
They talk and eat, mostly naked on Shiro's bed. Keith in just his shirt, Shiro back in his sweatpants.
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Once the food has been demolished and the shakes sucked back, Shiro spends a good twenty minutes eating Keith out.
They fuck again.
And again.
And Keith rides them through one last round before they pass out at 4 am.
They fuck again.
And again.
And Keith rides them through one last round before they pass out at 4 am.
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Keith is sore and having the best dream ever when a firm, polite set of knocks pulls him from slumber.
He pushes up to his elbows, squinting at the headboard.
'Takashi?' A less slurred voice from Keith's previous evening.
He pushes up to his elbows, squinting at the headboard.
'Takashi?' A less slurred voice from Keith's previous evening.
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Shiro jerks up, 'I'm up. Yes.'
'Oh. Good. Um.' A nervous chuckle, 'Could you help me for a bit? I think I brought home a stranger? I want to make sure nothings been taken.'
Keith's hackles rise, 'That di-.' Shiro slaps a hand over his mouth with a muffled laugh.
'Oh. Good. Um.' A nervous chuckle, 'Could you help me for a bit? I think I brought home a stranger? I want to make sure nothings been taken.'
Keith's hackles rise, 'That di-.' Shiro slaps a hand over his mouth with a muffled laugh.
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'Sure thing.' Shiro holds Keith's gaze, 'Let me get dressed.'
'Dressed?' A confused pause, 'You wear clothes to bed.'
Keith gives Shiro a panicked stare.
'It was hot?' Shiro offers, 'Really hot.'
Keith rolls his eyes.
'Dressed?' A confused pause, 'You wear clothes to bed.'
Keith gives Shiro a panicked stare.
'It was hot?' Shiro offers, 'Really hot.'
Keith rolls his eyes.
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'All right. Nothing was taken from yours, right?'
'Not that I can tell.' Shiro rolls out of the bed.
Keith waves to his person mouthing, 'I have no clothes!'
Shiro tosses him a shirt and sweats mouthing, 'Put that on and wait.'
'Not that I can tell.' Shiro rolls out of the bed.
Keith waves to his person mouthing, 'I have no clothes!'
Shiro tosses him a shirt and sweats mouthing, 'Put that on and wait.'
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'No way.' Keith hisses, 'I'll go out the window.'
Shiro's eyebrows rise, 'Really?'
Keith shrugs, 'Wouldn't be the first.'
'Takashi. I'm worried.' Roommate sighs.
'Coming.' Shiro sings, dragging on a shirt.
Shiro's eyebrows rise, 'Really?'
Keith shrugs, 'Wouldn't be the first.'
'Takashi. I'm worried.' Roommate sighs.
'Coming.' Shiro sings, dragging on a shirt.
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Keith quietly tries to pry the window open and suceeds as Shiro ties up his sweats.
'Keith.' He whispers.
Keith turns, 'What?'
'Give me your number.'
Keith gaps, 'Now? You want to do this now?'
'Keith.' He whispers.
Keith turns, 'What?'
'Give me your number.'
Keith gaps, 'Now? You want to do this now?'
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'I want to see you again.' Shiro mouths, putting his hand on the knob, face eager.
Keith does too. Damn it.
He grabs a sharpie from Shiro's desk and vaults over to the door.
It takes him a few seconds to scribble his number across Shiro's forearm.
Keith does too. Damn it.
He grabs a sharpie from Shiro's desk and vaults over to the door.
It takes him a few seconds to scribble his number across Shiro's forearm.
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Shiro's beaming when Keith looks back up, 'I'll call you.'
Keith wants to believe that with everything he is.
'Yeah.' He steps back once.
Shiro reels him back in and presses their mouths together in a kiss without room for doubt.
'I'm not letting you go that easy, baby doll.'
Keith wants to believe that with everything he is.
'Yeah.' He steps back once.
Shiro reels him back in and presses their mouths together in a kiss without room for doubt.
'I'm not letting you go that easy, baby doll.'
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Keith stumbles to the window, heart racing and feeling too high to be normal.
He ducks out of view just as Shiro opens his door with a, hopefully convincing, 'Morning, Curtis. How was your 'super hawt firecwacker.'
Keith smiles and drops his head against the brick.
He ducks out of view just as Shiro opens his door with a, hopefully convincing, 'Morning, Curtis. How was your 'super hawt firecwacker.'
Keith smiles and drops his head against the brick.
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Fin
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Bonus:
Keith watches patiently as Lance wheezes through his laughter.
'Curtis! Even his NAME sounds boring.'
Keith sighs, 'Why are we still on this. Did you completely miss-.'
'Yes yes I heard the part where you had hot, kinky marathon sex with the roommate.'
Keith watches patiently as Lance wheezes through his laughter.
'Curtis! Even his NAME sounds boring.'
Keith sighs, 'Why are we still on this. Did you completely miss-.'
'Yes yes I heard the part where you had hot, kinky marathon sex with the roommate.'
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Keith rolls his eyes.
His phone vibrates while he waits for the laughter to die.
'Hey, firecracker. I don't suppose you'll be having a strange, overwhelming urge to eat at Sal's pizza friday night?'
Keith hides his smile behind a hand.
'You know, I just might.'
His phone vibrates while he waits for the laughter to die.
'Hey, firecracker. I don't suppose you'll be having a strange, overwhelming urge to eat at Sal's pizza friday night?'
Keith hides his smile behind a hand.
'You know, I just might.'
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Last bump, I swear. I'm just so proud of my absolutely disgustingly cheesy lines in this okay
