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Takashi Shirogane was the hottest man on the internet. His hands were plated with pleasure itself. The men he touched writhed, cried, screamed, begged, and came harder than they ever had in their lives.
The fated night Keith found his videos, his sheets had been cold and perfect in a blanket cocoon around him. His feet were perfectly tucked into the folds, arm stuck out from under the pillow next to him. His right leg was even hooked at a 90 degree angle over his left leg, and still he couldn’t sleep.
It was sheer coincidence that he even stumbled on the videos. He was just looking for a quick video or gifset to get him off to chase away the insomnia. He’d never even heard of edging before, but he clicked on the thumbnail when he saw the muscles on the hottest guy in existence. Though the guy never showed his face, the build alone on this man was making his mouth water.
He watched only one video that night and suddenly Keith was addicted.
The first time he came, it was quick, sudden in response to the sexiest hands he’d ever seen in his life working over some guy’s cock, teasing him until he begged. After that, he spent his evenings with a mission to last as long as the guys in the videos. The man in the video would bring his victims to almost orgasm, then he would let go, let them come down from the edge, and tease them to bring them back again and again until they were reduced to almost nothing. He always let them cum in the end, but the long, nearly insufferable journey was what had Keith hooked.
Imagining Shirogane’s hands on him wasn’t that difficult when he mirrored every touch and squeeze he gave to the guys on screen. But, after noticing the email address displayed in his advertisements for more clients, he couldn’t get it out of his mind. The need to experience it for himself was overwhelming to the point where he was ready to send his own inquiry email on how to get his dick in this man’s hands.
Fuck it.
After a few thirsty weeks of watching all of his videos, he sent the damn email to the fucking hottest guy on earth and went to bed. (Only after settling into his sheets to masturbate to those hands again.)
The very next morning Takashi Shirogane sent him the requirements and Keith read through them easily.
They were simple, but standard. And Keith was prompted to send a selfie. Preferably a naked one.
Keith smirked. Well, if he was going to do this he might as well make it good.
He dropped to the floor and started doing push ups, bringing the red to his skin, blood to his veins to make them stand out more. He hadn’t eaten anything yet, so the defined muscles on his abs were present. Then he made his way to the bathroom, stripped, fixed his hair and instead of a selfie, decided to do one better.
Instead of taking a quick photo, he stood in front of his full length mirror and hit record on his phone.
He took his cock in hand and slowly began to stroke, bringing himself to full hardness. Keith was proud. He didn’t have a what porn sites called a monster cock, but he was hefty. Cut, heavy in hand, and thick. One time a guy told him he had a pornstar dick, but he just laughed it off, not knowing that he would actually be sorta kinda auditioning in his bathroom.
He ended the video when he was hard and aching and posed to take a quick photo. He sent both and tried to go along with his day starting with breakfast and coffee, but the alert on his phone pinged sooner than he thought it might. His coffee hadn’t even finished dripping from the filter.
At the top of the email was one word.
Nice.
The satisfaction hummed in Keith’s belly.
Below was the man's personal phone number and a date for them to meet.
-
For the millionth time today, Keith revelled in the fact that he was actually here. In a nice, decked out room in a hotel way too fancy for an encounter like this.
Keith’s hands were tied behind his back. The chair dug into his upper arms only slightly, just enough to remind him of the flimsy, yet necessary foundation beneath him. His ankles were free from restraint, but that’s all he’s allowed. Energy buzzed over his skin.
They’d met at the bar downstairs. It was horny at first sight for Keith. He knew those hands and arms already, but it was an absolute shock to see this man’s face for the first time. He was fucking gorgeous, handsome as hell in his button down shirt.
When he reached out to shake hands, Keith felt the first pang of arousal, taking that gorgeous, perfect hand in his and giving it a firm shake. Inside his head he was screaming, dying to just get naked already and let this gorgeous guy have him. But they talked over drinks and spent a while getting to know each other. Making sure they were both comfortable.
He goes by ‘Shiro’ and that’s all the more endearing.
After the second beer, everything flowed easier. They opened the discussion to more sexual things and Keith felt himself flush madly through every question though he tried to keep his cool. They discussed safe words, limitations, expectations.
“Do you have a time limit?”
Keith would let this man take him apart for days, “Not really.”
The intrigued brow that Shiro quirked in response was deadly, “One hour? Two hours? Even three or four hours?”
“Oh, shit…”
“The videos you see are only a portion of the whole session. Sometime’s we’ve been edging for over half an hour already before we even hit record. We can take breaks and edit out footage, go for hours…”
The longest video Shiro had on his page was over an hour and a half long. So that wasn’t including prep time, foreplay, or breaks?
“Damn that’s... “ Keith laughed, “That’s hot.”
Shiro laughed, “Hot for the viewers. Torture for you.” He winked and Keith died a little.
“What about for you?”
“Oh, I love it.”
Keith felt brave, “Does it get you off? To have some desperate guy under your control for hours?”
“Absolutely,” Shiro admitted, chin resting on his hand, elbow propped on the table.
“Do you get off during a session too?”
Keith had never seen Shiro lose his cool on screen, and certainly had never seen him participate any more than being the showrunner.
“...from time to time.”
“Accidentally? Or?”
Shiro glanced out the window, trying to hide a smile and made eye contact over the table. He confessed, “Sometimes.”
Fuck. The thought of Shiro ‘accidentally’ getting off while he worked someone over was very interesting to his cock.
“Hm… interesting,” Keith was playing it cool… probably.
Shiro bit his lip and picked up his pen.
“Let’s move on. How do you feel about aftercare?” Shiro scribbled in a small notebook, making sure they were on the same page with everything before they got down to it. “Is it something necessary for you?”
“Hm… I’m not sure. It’s nice I guess.”
“Have you ever experienced sub-drop?”
“I don’t think so. I usually don’t do stuff like this. Just normal uhhm,” He made a non-committal hand gesture in the air.
“Fucking?”
Keith laughed, “Yeah.”
“Okay....” Shiro muttered while he wrote more in his notebook. “Are you opposed to anal play? Fingering, toys, that kind of thing.”
“No.”
Scribble.
“How do you feel about using gags?”
Keith scrunched his face and shook his head no.
“Bondage?”
“Maybe a little.”
Scribble. Shiro raised a playful brow.
“Blindfolds?”
Fuck.
The cool, thick blindfold now sat over his eyes and he listened to the little shifts of Shiro getting the last touches of his setup adjusted. The subtle clicks of the camera stationed near them caught his ear.
At first, Shiro had offered to record the shot from the shoulders down so he wouldn’t be identified, but Keith didn’t mind. It’s not like he would be easily recognized with the blindfold covering half of his face, though his hairstyle and tattoos might give him away to the few that have seen him completely naked. And wouldn’t they be lucky to see him being taken apart by the most handsome piece of humankind they’ve ever seen.
He was completely naked. The ring fastened tight around his cock and balls was slightly irritating, but he was already half-hard, alert in anticipation for what he’s about to experience.
Unable to ground himself by taking in his surroundings, Keith’s heart raced. His brain fogged, horny as all fuck at the gruff chuckle he heard when Shiro sat down in the chair next to him. Just within the camera shot.
“You look ready.”
Keith’s heart jumped when he heard the sound of the lube bottle being uncapped and then sat on a table nearby. Keith had seen Shiro’s set up on the table of water bottles, a towel, a small basin of water to rinse his hands so the lube wouldn’t get too sticky in between applications.
The feel of Shiro running his hand gently on the top of Keith’s naked thigh was soothing and the most grounded he’d probably feel for the next hour or two.
Keith smirked, “Bring it.”
It started slow, nice, gentle almost. Shiro’s lube covered hand held his length, encouraging him to fullness, teasing him gently.
“What’s your favorite video?”
Keith laughed quietly, nervous to small talk while his cock was in some guy’s hand, all while being recorded.
“Uh… all of them?”
Shiro chuckled and randomly changed the pattern of his strokes every few moments to keep things interesting, “Come on, I know you must have a favorite.”
Shiro’s voice was doing wonders to him, sparking heat to his chest and neck. It added to the slow, pleasurable build gently winding in his belly.
He tried to hide a smile but he failed, “Yeah.. ah, the one with that guy with the huge tattoo over his left side. The lion one. You made him cum four times… he cried.”
“Mmm… that’s a good one.”
Shiro released him and Keith heard the scrape of the chair on the floor and then Shiro’s hand was on him again, and his voice was closer. Keith could almost feel Shiro’s breath on his skin.
“Is that what you want then? Hm? You want me to make you cry?”
Keith felt his cock throb heavily at the thought. He was already getting close, and so soon too. Like Shiro’s voice was an aphrodisiac and he’d been eating it up all night. Ah… he was going to be totally wrecked.
He gulped and answered. “Yes.”
Shiro let him go. Though Keith tried not to, he whined at the lack of touch.
“Yes what?”
Keith swallowed again, “Yes, Sir.”
He was rewarded with a firm hand wrapped around his heavy cock again.
“Good boy.”
-
‘Possessed’ was an odd word usually reserved for talk of spiritual encounters and religious lore, and Keith had never personally understood the feeling. Nor had he ever had a religious experience, but this is what it must be like. Though it wasn’t a deity in focus; it was arousal. It held him tight it it’s aching grasp, threading through every vein in his body, lifting him to higher realms.
The slick of Shiro’s hand around his cock incessantly pumping over and over again would be absolutely blinding if his eyes weren’t already covered; instead, it was lightning. Flashes and beams struck behind his eyes, his nerves too excited, muscles too tight as he writhed, tugged at his restraints. And he began to beg like a man possessed.
He begged and begged and pleaded and drooled as the words left his lips. He didn’t think it was even possible to be even more aroused than he already was, but the amused, pleased sound he heard from Shiro’s nose sent him into some form of disembodiment. He was no longer on this plane of existence. He wasn’t even sure if he had a body anymore. Everything was nerves and shocking pleasure, heat, and air. Too much air.
Shiro gave him a hard squeeze on the way off of his dick and, unexpectedly, ran the back of his knuckles over the middle of Keith’s chest a few times. God, he needed to cum.
“Hey, are we okay?”
He hadn’t realized he had been hyperventilating because he was so lost to sensation. Who knew if the floaty, lightheaded feeling was coming from too much oxygen or excess pleasure?
“Ah… yeah..”
“Colors for me.”
“Green.”
He huffed and relaxed back into the chair for a short moment before he gasped again when Shiro’s fucking hand jerked his cock again, three quick strokes and he was released from his fist.
“Fuck! Fuck… fuck…” He was desperate. So close, so close to release, just one more stroke, just one more touch, anything. It hurt. But, God, it hurt so good. The pressure in his cock was so fucking heavy, pressing out from the inside, too much blood filled every inch of his cock turning it a dark, dark purple. Shiro teased the underside of the head with his fingertips.
Fuck, he was going to cum.
“Oh, please! Please... please sir...”
Fingers played with his nipple causing him to suck a breath through his teeth and groan, “Please what?”
Shiro’s fist encircled him again, slow, languid, hard squeezes, up and down, over and over and over and over and-
“Please, can I cum, sir?”
Keith flinched and cried out when Shiro slapped his engorged cock, “Absolutely not.”
The sobs tore out of him. Hot tears wet the edge of the blindfold and were followed by more that leaked from the bottom of the fabric onto his face.
“I’m so close… so close… so close,” he whispered, feeling the drool leak from his mouth.
Shiro hummed and resumed his touch.
“Ah!” Keith pulled in a sharp breath, “God, yes. Yes, yes… fuuuuuck. Feels so good.”
It was almost manageable for the span of ten seconds that Shiro pulled a hot fist over his cock, but then he stopped and started doing this wild things with the tips of his fingers.
He’d seen this in a video once. Some guy had gotten off with nothing but Shiro’s fingertips tickling the underside of his cock for moments that stretched on forever, and Keith was very much about to be that guy.
“Oh, yes. Yes, fuck. Oh, god…” Keith panted as the impending orgasm tightened in his pelvis.
Shiro didn’t stop.
Oh, fuck. Finally! He was going to cum. The pleasure built so forcefully behind his pelvic wall, like an energy beam gathering hot energy, enough to shoot its blinding power from a cannon.
And then.
It stopped.
The hand of god pulled itself away from him all too quickly and rubbed over his thigh.
“No! No, please! Please, please, I’m so close, so close!”
Shiro left him aching. He pulled against his restraints in frustration and sobbed, wilted in the chair.
The fire blazed inside of him needing to come out, needing to be released. There was too much tension built into his body by Shiro’s strong, perfect hands, and he was absolutely aching. The bottom of his foot hit the floor heavily in angry protest before he gave into the helpless feeling of absolute need.
He whimpered, whispering, “Please, sir. I wanna cum. Please, I’m so close.”
Shiro’s voice was at his ear, breath ghosting over his jaw, “Don’t I make you feel good?”
“Yes sir, you make me feel good.” He panted.
His nose grazed the place beside Keith’s ear, under his jaw before trailing back up, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
The hand on his cock resumed again and Keith whined in gratitude. He felt a hard squeeze at the base.
“Answer me.”
“Yes! This is what I wanted!”
“Do you want it to end?”
Now that was a question…
Fuck no. Keith did not want this to be over, absolutely not. But, fuck, his body was screaming in heat, aching in pleasure. His heart was pounding so forcefully he thought it was going to give out.
One of Keith’s favorite videos was one that had Shiro leaning over a guy that was strapped to a table. Sobbing, writhing, fingers in his ass, pushing against his prostate, and Shiro leaned down to whisper the same thing.
Except the guy had begged and cried and pleaded, “Yes! Please!” And Shiro made him cum for a fucking minute straight. The overstimulation always sent Keith over the edge.
But he was not that guy. His resolve kicked in and he used the overwhelming buzz to fuel his next words, “No, I don't want it to end.”
Ah, Shiro gave him the most pleased sound, “Hmm?” and began stroking him again. It was almost manageable, but then he changed his technique.
Instead of letting Keith’s cock slide into his open fist, he gripped at the base of his cock and pulled off quickly over the glide of warm lube.
“Ah!”
Shiro grabbed and pulled his fist over Keith’s dick again and again until the build inside of him had pushed to even greater limits.
“Close, I’m close,” and Shiro stilled.
But only for one second.
Keith writhed and panted when he continued, slower this time, but he squeezed harder when he reached the tip.
“God fucking dammit,” Keith laughed despite the torture. He whispered for Shiro’s ears only, quiet enough so it wouldn’t pick up on the recording, “Your hands are fucking magic.”
The low laugh Shiro breathed over his neck was even sexier than the feel of his hand on his violently angry cock.
Keith was on fire, “You fuck like that? Relentless?-”
The speed of Shiro’s hand increased.
“-Powerful?” Keith panted through the words. “No… I bet this is how you want it… hard and fast.-”
Shiro quietly changed his hand position again, moving to squeeze the head of Keith’s cock over and over again before shallowly fucking him repeatedly into his fist.
“-Torturous. You want someone with stamina... greater than your own... to fuck you into the floor until you’re sobbing... screaming. But no one has been able to give it to you like you want…”
He was so so fucking close. And where did all this energy come from?
Keith laughed, “So you tease as many as you can… Fuck, is that what you want? You want to be powerful?”
He turned his head blindly, nose brushing over Shiro’s cheek, ignoring the absolute fucking fire getting ready to burst, and whispered into Shiro’s ear, “Is that what you need… Takashi?”
“Ooh..” Shiro moaned and chuckled low under his breath, “You talk a lot of shit for a man on the verge of the best orgasm of his life.” He slowed, making Keith ache and tug absentmindedly against his restraints.
“You seem confident.”
Shiro chuckled darkly and leaned in to whisper into his ear, “I am.”
Oh, fuck. Yes. He was finally going to give it to him. Enough goading was all Shiro needed to tighten his grip.
Keith moaned, “Oh, fuck. Yes… finally…”
But then Shiro let go.
“God! Fuck! Fuck, I’m close. Fuuuuuuck. Fuck. Just give it to me… Please, I need-”
“Please what?”
“Please, Sir.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t catch that.”
“Please, Sir!” Keith practically yelled, “Let me come.”
Shiro pressed Keith’s cock up to touch against his abdomen before slapping Keith’s restrained balls.
“Absolutely not.”
But Keith moaned out, so he did it again.
“Ooh… yes… fuck.”
Shiro resumed stroking his cock, teasing as much as humanly possible while keeping Keith both too far from, and too close to the edge to feel any sense of relief.
The strokes were fucking heaven, relief in the simplest form to his too-hard cock.
And Shiro stopped touching him again.
Fuck. He really should stop doing that.
Keith heard Shiro pick up the chair and move in front of him. Shiro pushed Keith’s knees apart and settled his chair between them. The rough of his dark jeans hit Keith’s open thighs.
Again the uncapping of the lube bottle.
“Scoot forward for me a little.”
Keith moved, letting himself drop a bit farther into the chair.
“How are we doing?”
Keith gulped, letting his lungs just breathe normally for a blissful few seconds.
“Green.”
With one hand, Shiro grabbed his cock and twisted his fist over the middle of it, thumbing over the vein underneath. Without much warning, Keith felt the tip of Shiro’s well-lubed finger press against his asshole and sink in without resistance.
“Ah! Fuck! Fuck... “
It didn't take long for Shiro’s skilled fingers to find his prostate and press at it incessantly.
“Oh, god, Close! I’m close.”
Shiro released his cock, but continued prodding inside of him. His free hand glided up over his abdomen and teased his nipple, swirled around them each a few slow times before he moved back down to Keith’s aching cock. The heat in his body was so intense, building and growing past limits he didn’t know he had.
He drifted in and out of pain, pleasure, desire, hopelessness and Shiro’s strong hands teased him to the edge until he felt like a puddle of nothing.
His head hit the back of the chair, abdominal muscles, obliques, thighs, every muscle was clenching, writhing without his permission. Keith’s mouth hung open, begging for air and words to express the delicious torture tearing him apart.
God, he was so close again. He lost track of how many times he muttered, screamed, begged the word ‘close’ but Shiro knew. He heard every one of them, released him at every request, teased him even longer. There was so much pressure building under the skin it was almost unbearable.
Suddenly, Shiro pulled out of him, the stroking hand released his cock, and he stood.
Keith took the blissful few moments to rest. The muscles in his body had been clenching so violently for so long, he probably wouldn’t avoid painful, involuntary spasms in his legs. He didn’t know how long Shiro was gone for, it could have only been seconds, but it felt like years.
The click of the main light switch being flipped off was the only thing he heard before the click of a lamp near the hotel bed.
“...”
“Keith…”
“Hmm?”
“I need to take the blindfold off of you.”
“Huh? What? We’re not done,” he couldn’t hide the panic in his voice.
Keith squinted in the dull light of the hotel lamp when Shiro gently pulled the blindfold down to hang around his neck and struggled to understand his surroundings.
“You weren’t responding to me.”
“What?”
“I asked if you needed water. You’re voice is too dry and your skin is really hot.”
“Water… please.”
“Do you want me to untie you?”
Keith looked up at him and shook his head no.
He held a water bottle to Keith’s lips that had a straw sticking out and Keith drank deeply, not realizing how thirsty he was. Shiro held it for him while he quickly finished the entire bottle and let out a tired breath.
Shiro sat back down in front of him and eyed him as he found the bottle of lube again, drizzled it onto his hand and rubbed them together.
“You feeling okay?”
“Mhm… better,” Keith tried to smile but he was so dazed.
“Green?”
Keith smiled at him, “Green.”
He grabbed Keith’s dick and worked it back to fullness. The time between the moment when he got hard again and the moment when reached the torturous edge of pleasure had to be a world record. It was mere seconds.
The cold water filling his belly helped bring him back mentally even though he was unwinding and falling apart. And the actual visual image of Shiro’s hands on his body was incredible. Keith had felt his magic hands this whole time, but now, actually seeing those hands work him over and over again was going to make him spill.
Fuck.
“Shit, fuck, close! Close, I’m close,” he whined, but he already felt the throb and clench between his legs and a small drizzle of cum spilled from him. He was too late.
“Oh, I see we came without permission,” Shiro was good. So good at balancing between being in total control, and caring for him all in the same moment. It was driving him crazy.
Keith didn’t know if it was the larger, impending orgasm on the edges of his horizon that was talking, but he thought Shiro was the kind of man you’d want to start a life with. What the fuck. No. Definitely the horniness talking.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
He slapped Keith’s cock, “You’ll have to be more patient.”
“Yes sir!”
He slapped it again, “Patience yields focus.”
“Yes sir.”
“Say it.”
“Patience yields focus.”
“Good boy.”
He didn’t mean to whimper, but actually seeing Shiro as he totally dommed him was downright killing him.
Shiro gripped him again and pumped his pretty hands over Keith’s cock, giving a firm squeeze to the head before twisting his fist down to the base where he squeezed hard. Keith cried out and felt his hips lift from the chair.
“God… you’re so fucking pretty.”
Keith had never heard Shiro say that on camera. Not in any of the videos he had watched anyway. But Keith was sure he’d seen them all too many times to count.
Drool left the side of his mouth. He felt it. But he couldn't do shit about it. Not with his hands tied behind his back and his brain filled with nothing but the lightning sensation of Shiro’s finger suddenly in his ass again, prodding incessantly at his prostate.
“Shit… ah, ah… close.”
Shiro let his cock rest.
But then Shiro half stood from his chair, finger still inside of him, and leaned forward to lick a stripe up Keith’s neck, up over his jaw and into the corner of his mouth to clean up traces of the drool dripping from his lips.
Keith’s eyes opened and watched as Shiro hovered inches from his face, dying for him to use his tongue even more to dip into his mouth. He wanted to suck his gorgeous lips into his mouth and bite and suck and bruise them.
“Keith… are you ready?”
For what? God, his voice was velvet, his breath was intoxicating, “Fuck. Kiss me.”
Shiro smirked, “That’s not in our agreements.”
“I don’t fucking care.”
Shiro groaned and curled his finger inside of him. Keith felt his eyes widen in response, his mouth hung open.
“Please… Takashi...”
With Shiro this close, it was hard to imagine that Shiro wasn’t looking at him with his own desire etched into that perfect face. Keith found control over his legs just enough to bend his knee up and over and pressed it into Shiro’s groin. The incredibly hard bulge he found hiding made him whimper and Shiro gritted his teeth.
“I want you to...”
Finally, Shiro broke and fell forward onto Keith’s mouth. The groan that left Keith’s nose was all satisfaction and hunger and heat spiked in his veins. Their lips moved together, sliding wet and soft across his, hot, full. Keith lunged forward to steal Shiro’s bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. It tasted sweeter than he even imagined, and with a flutter in his chest, Shiro moaned when he bit down.
And Shiro did exactly what Keith wanted him to, he dipped his tongue into his mouth and sealed their lips back together after slow exploration of his mouth. Keith flinched when Shiro quietly resumed pumping his cock between them and he tried not to writhe, but his muscles betrayed him anyway.
Keith gasped, “Fuck! Oh fucking hell… ah,” he fell back into his chair and Shiro sat back down in front of him with the world's largest smirk on his face.
Shiro released his cock when his moans increased in pitch, taking the moment to smile at him before pulling the blindfold back up over his eyes.
“Keith… Are you ready?”
“Wha? Can I come, sir?”
Shiro didn’t answer, only applied more lube and gripped Keith’s cock in his hand once more. Keith felt his hips raise again from the chair, unable to sit still through the sensations sparking from his pelvis.
The heat was once again unbearable, building incessantly into something powerful, swelling heavily behind his pelvic wall. His cock throbbed beneath Shiro’s touch, engorged past what he thought his limits were.
The absence of sight brought back the very real feeling of desperation and soon, he was begging again.
“Please, sir?”
Shiro chuckled.
“I’m close, sir.”
Shiro didn’t stop, continuing to pump his fist over the hard, swollen curves of Keith’s erection. The tightening in his balls was unbearable. The cock ring seemed to squeeze tighter. God, it hurt so fucking good.
“Sir, I’m close!”
But he did not stop.
“Can I come sir?”
No answer.
“Sir! I’m close! I’m close! Fuck, can I cum sir?”
“Cum for me, beautiful.”
Overwhelming relief rushed through Keith’s body, flooding tears from his eyes, “Oh, oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, oh, I'm gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.. I’m-”
The most blinding, insufferable bursting explosion of orgasm shocked his entire body into cloud nine. Shiro fingered his prostate so adamantly as if Keith needed milking, but, fuck his mind was blown. His body ruptured between them, spurting hot white onto his chest, dribbling down over Shiro’s fist, which was still pumping him furiously.
“Ah, fuck! Fuck, shit, fuck. Please, sir. Please, please,” His back bowed away from the chair, desperate in the shocks of overstimulation.
“What do you say?”
Keith moaned loudly, yelled more like it.
Shiro’s voice was authority, “I just made you come. What do you say?”
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you sir, oh, fuck, thank you.”
“You shouldn’t forget to say thank you when somebody makes you come,” Shiro teased as he continued to fuck Keith way past his limits of overstimulation.
“Yes sir, thank you, thank you.”
Relief coursed through his veins, throbbed with his heartbeat. He collapsed in the chair when Shiro pulled out of him and wiped his hands on the small towel on the table near them.
Keith panted to catch his breath, slumped as deep into the chair as he could be with his hands secured behind him.
Shiro graciously pulled the blindfold down so he could see and stood to turn the camera off. He walked behind Keith’s chair and started removing the restraints around his wrists and helped Keith slowly bring his arms in front of him to keep his muscles from cramping with the sudden change in position.
“You were incredible,” Shiro said as he came around to kneel in front of Keith to remove the cock ring.
He hissed at the release of pressure and squeezed his eyes shut while he let the ache fade.
Everything was cloudy and sparkling and beautiful.
Shiro gently took the blindfold from around his neck and pulled it over his head.
“Shower? Bath?”
Keith hummed, “Bath... I don’t think I can stand.”
Shiro laughed and opened the hotel mini fridge and pulled out a small bottle of orange juice for him.
Keith wasn’t used to being taken care of like this, not that he had ever been in a situation like this, but still, his heart was overwhelmed.
“Thank you.”
He tried to crack the lid on the bottle but his hands were weak.
“Here,” Shiro grabbed it from his hands and unscrewed the top before handing it back.
“Thank you…”
The juice was gone in seconds and Keith let out a long, satisfied sigh.
Shiro reached out his hand to help Keith to his feet. It didn’t take much for them to realize Keith was absolutely done. His legs wobbled.
It was way too adorable that the hottest man in the world that had just sent him to the astral plane and made him forget his own name was suddenly carrying him bridal style to the on suite bathroom and sat him down on the toilet seat.
“Hot? Warm? Lukewarm?” Shiro leaned over the side of the tub and began turning the knob, starting the roar of water.
“Warm. If it’s too hot I think i’d pass out.”
Shiro plugged the tub and found a comfortable temperature to let the water run and fill the tub.
“Are you feeling okay?”
Keith laughed though he was feeling odd. Lightheaded and weak and a little off. Like he might start crying, but that was stupid.
“Yeah just…” and the tears dripped from his eyes without permission.
“Oh no,” Shiro cooed, dropping down onto his knees in front of Keith, “You’re not doing so hot are you? Did I hurt you? Did I do something that you didn’t want me to?”
“No, you were great. It was amazing. I loved it. It was really fun and hot. I just feel out of it. I don't know…”
“Is it okay if i touch you?”
“Yeah,” Keith nodded, wiping the tears from his face and leaned into Shiro’s hug.
When the bath was almost full, Shiro encouraged him into the water and turned off the stream. He helped him wash of quickly, massaging suds through his hair before rinsing him off and giving him a few moments alone.
“I’ll be right back, okay?
“Okay,” Keith leaned back against the edge of the tub and closed his eyes. He felt like shit, but he didn’t know why after having the most incredible time of his life.
Shiro returned a few minutes later with Keith’s bag.
“I’m assuming you have a change of clothes in here?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, well go ahead and change and then come out when you’re ready, okay?”
“Thank you, Shiro.”
Slowly, Keith unplugged the tub and watched the water slowly swirl down into a whirlpool when it got to the end. The towels felt amazing, fluffy, cool in contrast to the warm water sticking to him. He changed into soft boxers and his t-shirt and left the rest in the bag, he felt like shit and he honestly didn’t care about getting dressed yet.
When he left the bathroom, his stomach grew warm when he found Shiro on the bed with the covers pulled back, laptop propped on his lap, jeans on the floor next to the bed.
Shiro patted the bed and encouraged Keith to climb in next to him.
The cold sheets felt like heaven on his skin.
“Pick a movie, any movie.”
“You want to start a movie?”
“Well, it’s late. You live way across town. Your adrenaline is dropping hard right now and I’m here to help you feel better. And we have a perfectly good bed for you to sleep in so why not stay the night?”
While Keith stared at him, Shiro reached over and broke off a triangle from a toblerone bar and handed it to him. Keith felt like crying, but this time it was because of Shiro’s kindness.
He took the chocolate in between his teeth and bit off a small piece, “You’re too good.”
Shiro chuckled, “What do you mean?”
“I just met you this afternoon to record a porn video, and you’re treating me like a princess.”
Shiro laughed again, “What kind of man would I be if I let you drop and just left? That’s shitty partnership right there.”
Keith felt himself flush all over again, “Thank you.”
Shiro ended up picking the movie as Keith was too out of it to decide for himself, and Shiro leaned back against the headboard, content to let Keith cuddle up to his side with the laptop balancing on his lap.
“I’d like to see you again.”
Keith thought he’d imagined it, but when he looked up into Shiro’s face, there was a tinge of blush over his cheekbones.
“You mean for this? Or?”
“Well, maybe. If you want to. You’re beautiful on camera. Wonderful to work with. But I meant for more of like uh… maybe we could get dinner sometime? Or coffee? Or lunch?”
Keith doesn't know how he got the internet’s most wanted man to cuddle with him on an incredibly expensive hotel bed and ask him on a date after he’d just experienced the most mind blowing pleasure of his life, but he curled up into his side and smiled.
“I’d like that.”