Keith is halfway through his everything bagel and very much late...

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Keith is halfway through his everything bagel and very much late for class when Lance drops down into the seat across from him with a dramatic flail and whines:

'Is it true!?'

Keith frowns, 'Is what true?' He asks around the bagel.

'That Shiro is bad in bed!'

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Keith lowers the bagel back down onto the napkin just as Pidge joins Lance in the other chair.

Great.

'Who is Shiro?' Keith squints.

'Who is Shiro?' Lance gasps, 'Who is - Who is - PIDGE, are you hearing this.'

'I'm literally right beside you.'

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'Takashi Shirogane!' Lance throws his hands into the air, 'Only the greatest, most intelligent, buff, beautiful hockey player this college has ever seen! Only THE man to sleep with when you hit up a frat party.'

Keith lifts an eyebrow, 'I don't follow hockey.'

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Lance scowls at him, 'You've slept with over half the school! How've you not slept with Shirogane! I figured if anyone could tell me the truth, it'd be you!'

Pidge reaches over to take his bagel. Keith slaps their hand.

'I don't sleep with jocks. They're all bark and no bite.'

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Lance throws his head back with a groan, 'Dammit.'

'Why is this so important to you?' Keith asks as he covers the rest of his bagel with a hand.

'Because he's on my bucket list.' Lance pouts.

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'You have a bucket list of people you want to sleep with?' Keith asks incredulously.

'I've seen it.' Pidge says, 'Over half of it is unattainable.'

Lance waves a hand, 'Shiro isn't THAT high of a bar.'

'He really, really is.' Pidge snorts.

                            7
                        
Keith sighs and glances down at his phone. He's already ten minutes late. Guess he's skipping.

'How did you even find out?'

Lance inhales and Keith already regrets asking.

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'Okay. So-Matt told me that Vanessa told him that Shiro went to the spring mixer last night looking to pull-' He waggles his brows, 'Before the big game tonight. Hockey superstition. Anyway. He picked Calvin-.'

'Curtis.' Pidge interrupts.

'Catapillar. Who cares!' Lance hisses.

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'ANYWAY.' Lance shoots Pidge a scowl, 'So, Capitalism, woke up this morning and decided to tell anyone who would listen that Shiro was a TERRIBLE lay. He went into deep, deep detail. Said it was the worst sex of his life. He didn't even get an orgasm out of it!' Lance wails.

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'Please don't give us the details.' Pidge begs.

'And at first - at first!' Lance shakes a finger, 'I thought it was bullshit. Because. Come on. Shiro is a hot commodity. People want to sleep with him the same way naughty professors wanna sleep with Keith.'

'Shut UP Lance.'

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'But aparently - his exes and old lays are ALSO sharing the sordid details about how shitty of a lay he is.' Lance falls across the table with a sob, knocking Keith’s bagel cream cheese down onto the dirty cafe floor, 'My heart is broken! My soul is a husk! My dick will shrivel!'

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Keith stares down at the remains of his breakfast, 'How horrible for you.'

'It's kinda funny actually.' Pidge says, 'And also showcases the consequences of sleeping around. Watch your back Keith.' They grin.

Keith shrugs, 'I'm sure it'll pass. He's a jock. He'll bounce back.'

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He doesn't bounce back.

By mid week, news of Takashi Shirogane's 'legendary' sexual prowess is crushed to dust under the shiny loafer of a man who looks like the equivalent of an empty toilet paper roll in an American gas station bathroom.

                            14
                        
Keith can’t go anywhere on campus without hearing about how tiny Takashi Shirogane's dick is. Or that he thrusts like a virgin. Or that he moos like a cow when he cums.

Keith can’t even enjoy his own exploits because all THEY want to talk about is Takashi fucking Shirogane.

                            15
                        
The campus is practically a cesspit of gossip and strangely sexual shouts of mooing across the dinning hall.

It also aparently meant that the rumors were so potent, that it caused a massive loss at the hockey game.

Which Keith cares nothing about.

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What he does care about is getting some kind of sex without them being upset or crying mid-blow job about how they were looking forward to taking Shirogane for a ride.

And Keith can not believe that the sex life of a man he's never met is RUINING his.

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He decides on Friday that he's had enough. 5 out of 6 hookups during the week ended in tears. Zero ended in orgasms.

Keith needs to meet the man who has so successfully managed to ruin his once healthy sex life.

The only problem is he can't FIND him.

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Keith spends most of the day asking where Shirogane could be.

And getting little giggles, moos, and shrugs from half the campus population.

It isn't until damn near after 6 that someone suggests he go to the hockey rink.

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So, Keith storms his way through the concrete halls of a building he's never set foot in for the 2 years he's been at this college.

He passes through a massive throng of dudes looking shower fresh and carrying duffle bags over their shoulders.

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One of them eyes Keith with a frown, 'Uhh slow your roll little dude. Where you going?'

Keith turns to him, 'Takashi Shirogane. Which one of you?' He points a finger between them.

Another guys frowns, 'Hey. Shiro doesn't need anymore trouble. We have a game tomorrow.'

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'Yeah.' Another one shakes his head, 'You friends with that dickwad, Celery?'

Keith frowns, 'Who?'

'Curtis, man.' Someone whispers.

'Who cares what his name is!' He slaps the dudes chest, 'Point is, Shiro doesn't  need -.'

'I don't need what?'

                            22
                        
The voice behind Keith isn't particularly deep. Or groundshaking. 

It's low and soft and makes Keith’s stomach quiver.

He turns around to face the man who has been all the rage for a solid week.

And comes face to pec with the personification of a perfect man.

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Takashi Shirogane is tall, broad, and incredibly handsome. 

He looks as shower fresh as the rest of his team, dark hair plastered to his temples and forehead. The dark grey henley he's wearing has both forearms exposed. One flesh, on metal. The metal onto holding his duffle.

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Keith feels an instant, incredibly unwelcome rush of lust. It's almsot dizzying.

He doesn't let that stop him from poking a finger into Shiro's stupidly firm pectoral muscle, 'I'm not here to fucking sleep with you. I'm here to figure out why the hell I can't get laid anymore.'

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Both of Shiro’s eyebrows go up, 'Oh - uh - I'm sorry?' He glances back at his team - who Keith can feel collectively shrug, 'What did I do?'

'You suck at sex! And now every person I have sex with has decided I'm the shoulder to cry on.'

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Keith glares at him, 'I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.' He waves a hand at Shiro’s entire-illegally hot-body, 'You're a packing peanut. How are you on so many fuck bucket lists?'

Shiro tilts his head, 'People have bucket lists for sleeping with people?'

'Aparently!'

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Shiro smiles and goddammit it's fucking gorgeous, 'How many am I on?'

'Zero.' Keith hisses.

Shiro's grin gets wider, 'But you just said -.'

'I know what I said.'

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'What's your name?' Shiro leans forward like an eager puppy.

Keith wants to hiss at him like a cat, 'Back up, one hit wonder, you're not adding me to your bucket list.'

Shiro laughs, 'Are you hungry? Pizza. My treat. One hit wonder is a new one. I want to hear the rest.'

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Keith blinks, 'What the fu - I do not want pizza. I want my sex life back.' He waves a hand in the general direction of the school behind them, 'Go fuck whats his face -.'

'Cappella!'

'Curtin Rod!'

'Curtis for fucks sake you guys -.'

'And fix your reputation.' Keith finishes.

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Shiro shakes his head, 'I'm not getting back on that rollercoast ride.' He hefts the duffle over his shoulder like it weighs nothing and Keith has a brief moment of delirium where he wonders how easily Shiro could lift HIM -

'Pizza.'

'I am NOT getting pizza with you.'

                            31
                        
Fourty five minutes later, Keith is sitting on the opposite side of a checkerboard table top watching an oversized ego eat a meat supreme pizza.

'I thought you'd be more -.' Keith waves his slice of cheese pizza.

'More what?' Shiro licks his fingers, 'Upset? Devastated? Nah.'

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Keith frowns, 'Why the hell not?'

Shiro shrugs, 'I was a little devestated - but about the game. No orgasm. No win.'

Keith squints, 'Do you moo?'

Shiro snorts, 'Wanna find out?'

'No.' Keith takes a bite of his pizza.

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Shiro shrugs and reaches for another slice, 'You're missing out.'

Keith scoffs, 'Not on much from what I've heard.'

Shiro grins again and it's infuriating how much Keith likes the confidence, 'It's not like you have many options right now.' He blinks innocently.

                            34
                        
Keith growls, 'If you hadn't fucked a swarmy cardboard box, we wouldn't be in this mess.'

'The boring ones are usually less messy.' Shiro frowns, 'I made a tactical error when I picked him.'

'A tactical error.' Keith repeats, 'You cost me a weeks worth of sex.'

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Shiro eyes him from across the table, gaze heated, 'I can totally fix that for you.'

'I'm not interested in jocks.' Keith polishes off his crust, 'You're all fluff and no filling.'

'But filling is exactly what I want to do to you.' Shiro smiles.

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Keith hates - no - he loathes how much that turns him on. 

He loathes how good Shiro looks while he's eating a greasy slice of pizza.

He loaths that had they met under different circumstances - Keith would have totally let Shiro fill every orifice on his body.

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But he didn’t hunt Shiro down for that. Fucking Keith isn't going to fix Shiro’s bed rep.

'You need to talk to the cardboard box you put your dick in last week and fix this.'

Shiro pouts, 'Why do I have to do the work? I had sex. I didn't spread any rumors.'

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Keith sighs, 'Were you not on top of your game? Drunk? Sick? Did little Shiro not want to play?'

'Nope.' Shiro plucks an olive off plate.

'Then what?' Keith hisses, 'What was it?'

'Well -.' Shiro puts his chin in his hand, 'There is one way to find out.'

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No.

No.

NO.

'No.' Keith curls his fists against the table top, 'I am NOT sleeping with you.'

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Another fourty five minutes later and Keith is struggling to remember why he said No so many times when THIS is how Takashi Shirogane kisses.

He's also struggling to find the keys to the front door of Shiro’s frat house because the kiss has aparently deep fried his brain.

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Both of Shiro’s hands are on his ass, his tounge is doing incredibly sexy things with Keith’s tounge.

Keith’s hands are digging through pants pockets and continously getting sidetracked by finding Shiro’s abs.

They've been making out against the door for a while.

                            42
                        
Shiro breaks the kiss and dips his head to suck at a spot beneath Keith’s ear, 'You're such a sexy little thing.'

Keith takes in the cool night air with a gasping breath, 'Keys.'

'Mhmm, or I could fuck you out here. Where anyone could see. Think that would fix ny rep?'

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It absolutely would. It's not a bad idea - but -

'I'd hate for you to be embarrassed publicly.' Keith bites back a moan when one of Shiro’s thumbs finds a nipple.

'Mouthy too.' Shiro growls.

'There’s a lot my mouth can do.' Keith taunts, 'If little Shiro can keep up.'

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Shiro presses his bodily against the door, spreading Keith’s legs enough to fit their groins together.

And holy HELL he's -

'I've been hard for you since you yelled at me in the hall, baby. Little Shiro won't have any problems tonight.'

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Keith drags Shiro back in for another drugging kiss, grinding against not-so-little-shiro in a way that has the man frantically trying to stab a key into a lock.

The sound of metal scraping against metal is hilarious.

Keith bites Shiro’s cheek, 'If that's how you fill a hole-.'

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Shiro huffs out a laugh just as the key slides home and the door opens against Keith’s back.

The sensation reminds him that his feet are NOT on the ground - but Shiro’s metal arm curls under his ass and lifts him in a motion so smooth it makes Keith groan.

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He sinks his fingers into Shiro’s hair and finds his mouth again, sucking on his tounge and rubbing his cock against Shiro’s stomach.

He vaguely hears the door slam shut.

He can aslo feel Shiro’s free arm reaching out to grasp something and then the quick ascension of stairs.

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Keith refuses to break the kiss except for much needed snatches of air.

Even multitasking Shiro is a fantastic kisser and he must have forgotten to kiss Coal the cardboard box when they fucked because this could get Keith off all by itself.

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'Fuck you're good at this.' Keith sucks at his bottom lip. Lets go. Sucks it again with a moan.

'I'm good at a whole lot more than this.' Shiro promises.

Keith isn't going to get his hopes up too high but - damn Shiro looks good.

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His eyes are dark and molten and his lips are a swollen, slick mess and -

'Fuck.' Keith kisses him again, sloppy and open mouthed, 'Fuck -.'

'Almost there.' Shiro gasps against him.

'Hurry.' Keith can’t believe it comes out sounding like a beg.

                            51
                        
Shiro makes an impatient sound and then a hissed 'fucking ouch' as the both of them collide with a door frame.

'Cafeful.' Keith runs his hands over Shiro’s massive shoulders, 'Don't hurt your big, beautiful body. I have plans for it.'

Shiro laughs, 'I'm a hockey player.'

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Keith hums against his mouth as another door opens and closes, 'Does that mean I can be rough?' He yanks Shiro’s head back by his hair.

Shiro moans, long and low, 'Yes, please.'

Keith is believing those rumors less and less by the second.

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He's about to say so out loud when his back hits a bed and then Shiro removes his shirt.

'You're huge.' Keith breathes.

Shiro smirks, 'This isn't usually the part when someone says that.'

He unzips his pants, then shoves them and his boxers down.

Keith whimpers, 'Fuck me.'

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Shiro crawls onto thed bed above him, 'That’s the plan, baby doll.' He unbuttons Keith’s jeans and removes them with the practiced ease of a man who has had many men in his bed.

Keith spreads his legs and watched Shiro’s gaze zero in on his cock, 'Think you'll impress me?'

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Shiro glances back up at him, licking his lips, 'Think I won't?'

Keith shrugs and makes a show of dragging his shirt up his own chest, until his nipples are exposed, 'You couldn't get the last guy to orgasm.'

'That sounds like a challenge.'

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Keith scoffs, 'If I have to challenge you for an orgasm then we're doing this wrong.'

Shiro puts both of his hands on Keith’s stomach, wrists caging Keith’s cock between them, 'How about a bet?'

Keith shivers, 'Oh?'

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'Mhmmm.' Shiro’s hands glide down to grip Keith’s hips, draging him down until their cocks are aligned, 'I bet I can get you to cum more than once -.'

Keith barks a laugh.

Shiro bites into a nipple, 'Before I do.'

Keith lifts a brow, 'I highly doubt that, mr one hit wonder.'

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Shiro smirks, 'If I lose, I'll talk to the cardboard box and make sure your future conquests are free of tears.'

Keith hums thoughtfully, 'Okay, and if I lose?'

'You have to come to the game tomorrow night -.'

'What - no - I hate hockey -.'

'Wearing one of my jerseys.'

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Keith narrows his eyes.

'So?' Shiro leans back on his calves, fingers playing the soft skin of Keith’s belly. So close to his cock and so far away-

'Fine. FINE.' Keith snaps, 'But no man has ever made me cum more than once. So be ready to face down the man who ruined your rep.'

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'You're so sassy.' Shiro murmurs wondrously, 'I can't wait to shut you up with my cock.'

Keith glares up at him but that doesn't stop his mouth from watering at the thought of getting the monster between Shiro’s legs inside him. In any way possible.

                            61
                        
'I like that look.' Shiro rumbles, 'You look starving.'

Keith drops his gaze to Shiro’s dick, large and leaking, 'Are you going to feed me?'

'I just took you on a pizza date.' Shiro sighs.

'I'm not full yet.' Keith reaches down and wraps his fist around Shiro’s cock.

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Shiro gasps and jerks into it, head dropping between his shoulders, 'Greedy.'

'Hungry.' Keith rubs a thumb over the tip, 'You cost me a week's worth of sex.'

'That’s right.' Shiro's cock dips in and out of Keith’s fist, 'My fault. But if it helps, I haven’t had any either.'

                            63
                        
Keith smirks. There's no way Shiro will win this bet. He wonders if Shiro will even get around to fucking him once Keith’s gotten a mouth on him.

'You're so fucking gorgeous.' Shiro slides his dick free of Keith’s hand and spreads Keith’s thighs with his hand.

                            64
                        
Keith frowns at the loss of cock in his hand the zip of pleasure he gets from being called gorgeous. Of all things.

He's been called sexy. Hot. A warm mouth.

But never gorgeous - never -

                            65
                        
Keith gasps when Shiro bites at his inner thigh, 'Roll over.'

Keith starts to protest. He was promised a cock in his mouth and he WANTS that -

Except a cool, slick finger finds his hole and all Keith can do is whimper. He arches into it, suddenly aching in a different way.

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Shiro practically purrs between his legs, the tip of his finger stretching Keith’s rim like the worlds sexiest tease.

'Bet you're tight.' Shiro murmurs into his knee, catching Keith’s gaze with his own.

'Who's fault is that, I wonder?' Keith huffs.

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'Mine.' Shiro says, 'I'm prepared to take one for the team and - hmmm - stretch you out.' His fingers slips in deeper and Keith nearly levitates off the bed, 'Ohh fuck me.' Shiro’s cock visibly twitches, precum oozing from the tip, 'You're gonna strangle me in the best way.'

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Keith whimpers and isn't ashamed of it. He reaches down and yanks Shiro’s hand free, then scrambles to get onto his front.

He practically offers his ass up on a silver platter and Shiro’s sharp inhale is music to his ears.

'Pefect.' Shiro purrs, 'You ready?'

'Bring it on.'

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Keith is fully prepared to win this bet. He has stamnia for days. He comes when HE wants to. Absolutely nothing Shiro plans to do could possibly sway him from getting tear free sexcapades for the rest of the semester.

Except one thing.

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Both of Shiro’s hands find purchase on each of Keith’s ass cheeks. Spreading him out obscenely.

Keith shudders, fingers curling into the bed sheets, cock hanging hard and drooling onto the sheets.

He's ready for Shiro’s big, beautiful fingers.

That's not what he gets.

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A hot, slick tounge laves against his hole and Keith shouts in surprise.

He nearly jerks away from it, but Shiro’s fingers sink deeper into the flesh of Keith’s ass and hold him steady.

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Shiro eats him out like it's his new job. With a wicked tounge and sucking kisses and growling, sloppy sounds that have Keith’s knees threatening to give out from under him.

'Oh my god -.' Keith feels his cock let out a stream of precum, 'Oh FUCK - Shiro - Shiro -.'

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Shiro makes a pleased little sound and keeps fucking going.

Keith can hear the fumbling of a lube cap and the ripping of a condom wrapper somewhere between Shiro getting his tounge INSIDE him and a finger joining the mix.

Keith sobs out a moan when one finger becomes two.

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He pushes back against Shiro’s mouth and hand, wanting it deeper -

He doesn't even realize how close to the edge he is until Shiro’s three fingers curl and curve and peg his prostate like they've done this before.

And Keith comes all over the bedspread with a strangled cry.

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He doesn't even get to catch his breath or even absorb the absolute horror he feels when he realizes he came. Untouched. Before they even got to the good part.

And he's still throbbing like a sore thumb, the tip of his cock dragging through the mess he's made.

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'Look at you.' Shiro growls, 'Beautiful. You're goddamn beautiful. Let me inside you, baby. I wanna feel you come on my cock.' He drags the tip of his cock over Keith stretched hole- teasing - dipping just enough inside that Keith’s hole tries to clech around it before it leaves.

                            77
                        
Keith is about to say no. Negative. Absolutely not. He got his much needed orgasm and he will NOT be wearing Shiro’s stupid, oversized hockey jersey to a testosterone driven game -

'Put it in me.' Keith gasps, pushing his ass back, 'Hurry -.'

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Shiro shoves forward to meet him with a satisfying slap.

And Keith is instantly filled to the max with a very-much-not-little-not-even-the-slighest cock.

His eyes water and his cock throbs and he lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a sob.

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'Perfect.' Shiro groans, hands curling around Keith’s hips as he pulls out slowly, then slams back inside.

Thrusts like a virgin Keith’s ASS. Every single one of those lying assholes are going to eat his fist and -

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'Ooooohh.' Keith's entire body moves with each thrust. The bed frame slaps against the wall.

His ass is going to pay the price tomorrow but he can’t even find it in him to care.

Future Keith can fuck off because present Keith is getting the dicking of a lifetime.

                            81
                        
'Fuck all of them.' Keith gasps against Shiro’s pillow, shoving his hips back and howling when Shiro’s cock finds his prostate, 'Liars. All of them.'

Shiro’s laugh is sexy and warm as he presses a kiss to Keith’s shoulder, 'And you wanted me to just tell you what I did wrong.'

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Wrong? Shiro did something WRONG? How? When Keith can barely find the breath to be defiant.

All he can hear and feel and smell is Shiro and his massive cock and his warm voice telling Keith how tight he is and that overwhelming, familar sensation building slowly in his belly.

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It builds and builds and stacks up and up and up until Keith has to shove a hand between his own legs and strangle his cock at the base.

He sobs when Shiro strikes perfectly inside him again.

'Close?' He teases.

Keith tries to shake his head, gasping, swaying into each thrust.

                            84
                        
He's burning from the inside out. There's a geyser forming between his legs and it's taking all of his willpower to keep it at bay.

He will not lose. He will not lose.

He squeezes around Shiro’s cock and it earns him a throaty moan. An impatient jerk of Shiro’s hips.

                            85
                        
Shiro’s close too. He's riding the edge as close as Keith.

His dirty voice is starting to slur with pleasure. His thrusts are speeding up, searching for his own release.

But he's still pegging Keith’s prostate. Over and over. Sending shockwaves after Shockwave through his gut.

                            86
                        
Keith bites into his bottom lip, squeezing his cock to the point of pain, pressing his thumb against the slit like that will stem the incoming tide.

Shiro's hips slap against his ass. His cock filling Keith up in a way he's never experienced in all his sexually active years.

                            87
                        
'I can't wait to see you wearing my number.' Shiro growls, the cool metal of his prosthetic tracing a number into the sweat on Keith’s back, 'Everyone is gonna know I fucked you. They're all going to see you limping to see me after the game. Begging for a repeat -'

                            88
                        
'You -.' Keith gasps, 'You wish - I'm not wearing your stupid jersey - I'm going to tell everyone you sucked. Couldn't even get it up - Couldn't-.'

Shiro shoves him down by the back of his neck, angles his hips and slams inside.

                            89
                        
Keith screams.

Cum pours from his cock, all over his fingers and his hand and the pool already drying under him.

Fire rushes through his veins, through his belly, overwhelming every single part of his body.

                            90
                        
He sobs through the orgasm. Body jerking and squeezing around the cock still pistoning inside him.

Shiro abuses his prostate to the point of sheer pain. To the point where Keith thinks he cums AGAIN.

'Ohfuckfuckfuck.' Shiro sinks inside one last time and joins him with a shout.

                            91
                        
Keith lays there, Shiro’s bulk squishing him into the mattress, his hand caught between his belly and the mess he made on the bed.

'Three - three -.' Shiro pants against his neck, lips peppering kisses, 'Oh fuck you came three times - I.'

Oh, Keith thinks, that was an orgasm.

                            92
                        
'That was incredible.' Shiro groans, 'You okay?' He pulls out gently and turns Keith over and cleans him up with reverent, careful hands.

'I'm -.' Processing. A little bit in love, if Keith’s being honest.

Keith swallows, 'I need to know what the fuck happened last friday.'

                            93
                        
Shiro laughs and takes the top sheet off the bed before tucking both of them under the thin bottom layer.

'He said he wanted to date me mid way.' Shiro stretches his arms above his head with a satisfied sigh, 'That he'd been watching me for a while and NEEDED me.'

                            94
                        
Keith wrinkles his nose and pushes up to his forearm, 'Creepy.'

'Yeah.' Shiro snorts, 'I told him I don't date. The sex is ritualistic more than uh emotional?' He shrugs, 'Guess he took it the wrong way.'

'You think?' Keith wheezes.

                            95
                        
'Fuck that was good.' Shiro groans, 'Guess your reputation isn't a lie either, huh Keith?'

Keith reaches out and twists his nipple, 'I never told you my name.'

'Didn't have to.' Shiro yawns, 'There’s only one other guy on campus with a rep as well cultivated as mine.'

                            96
                        
'Well I didn't know who YOU were until my best friend informed me that he had to take you off his bucket list because you were bad in bed.' Keith says.

'Tell your friend I'm sorry but I'll have to stay off the list.'

                            97
                        
Keith frowns, 'Why?'

'Because I'm pretty sure I found my new friday night good luck charm.'

'Oh no.' Keith sits up, 'No. We are NOT doing this again. No repeats. No good luck charms. And I am NOT going to make a habit of wearing your jersey to hockey games.'

Shiro grins.

                            98
                        
'I hate you.' Lance whines.

Keith stares straight ahead, booted feet up on the head of the reserved seats in front of him, arms crossed over the baggy number 69 on his chest.

'I can't believe you've betrayed me this way!'

'I can't believe we're actually here.' Pidge mumbles.

                            99
                        
'You slept with my dream man, Keith!'

'He sucks.' Keith mumbles, watching Shiro slam some poor sap into the boards before skating on his merry way, 'He's terrible in bed.'

'You're a lying liar who lies.' Lance hisses into his ear, 'I heard you in your dorm room last night.'

                            100
                        
Keith frowns, 'Why were you at my room at 3 in the morning, Lance.'

'To catch you in your lies!' Lance points a finger at the heavens, 'You were begging! YOU!'

'You stayed to listen?' Keith hisses.

'I had to know! Shiro was winning! Someone told me you've been to 3 games! 3!'

                            101
                        
Keith shrugs, 'We have an arrangement.'

'You took the most eligible fuck buddy off the roster!' Lance growls, 'Betrayal! I'm going to die a virgin.'

'You're not a virgin, Lance.' Keith and Pidge say together.

'I would have been one to Shiro!' Lance sobs, 'I hate you.'

                            102
                        
Keith rolls his eyes and refocuses on the game playing out before them.

The other team is getting their ass handed to them on a silver platter.

The campus has been quiet. Keith gets regular, fantastic sex.

And -

                            103
                        
The endgame buzzer goes off with a rush of screams. Signaling the end of the game and another win for their team.

Shiro takes off his helmet with a flourish. His cheeks flushed and sweaty, wearing a grin a mile wide pointed in one direction.

He blows Keith a kiss.

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Fin

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YALL CHECK OUT THIS AWESOME ART OF KEITH IN SHIRO'S JERSEY. 🥺💙

Seiteki9 ♥️@RepeatEternity

Now, guys, LISTEN, It's all @blackpalaladin 's fault.
Their thread was just such a fun read, I HAD TO DRAW THAT Keith at the end of it.
If I could, I would draw the entire thing.

My #Sheith heart is just so absolutely in love with every word.
I need to draw Shiro as well. LOL

Keith is halfway through his everything bagel and very much late...

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