also, i died

“I am so grateful they didn’t cut my comms,” Shiro says, smiling wide. Baby’s first threesome. A long-distance one, but, well, probably better this way for the first time, just so the three of them can get used to each other like this. “Honestly, I’m just happy to be a part of it.” And it’s true. “You’re so good together. To each other. To me--both of you. I...” And he looks down at his hand--winces. “I have some, ah, clean-up to do. Um--” How do you end a phone call like this?

“Good,” Shiro says, breathless, “you’re both so good, did just what I wanted, oh, fuck,” his chest is swelling with something like pride, something like victory, and he wants some for himself, too. His scar’s gone dark at the edges, face flushed as he tries to sip in some desperate gasps of breath. He told himself he wasn’t going to come until he pushed Keith over the edge, and he’s devastatingly close now, doesn’t know why he’s holding back except that it aches when he can’t touch and kiss like he wants. Shiro’s mouth opens like he’s going to ask them for something else, but all that comes out is a tight moan, eyebrows twisting and eyes gone dark as he watches them through his PADD. “Thank you,” he realizes he wanted to say, “thank you for--for letting me--” finally, finally, he’s there, spilling hot over the backs of his fingers, pumping his fist impatiently to wring himself out for them.

Keith looks outright intoxicated by the sex, blitzed by the taste of cum, enthralled by Lance’s tongue in his mouth. “Keith, baby,” Shiro tells him warmly, “you did so good, let him take care of you--wish I could hold you, present you to him, show him exactly where to touch, I want him to know you like I do.” Just the idea of it has him trying to control his eyes as they want to roll back; he wants to see all of this, as much as his limited screen will allow. “Shit--Lance, I know how good you are with your hands, I want you to pull it out of him as fast as you can. Give him a couple fingers if he tries to hold out on you--I’d do it myself if I were there, come on, show it to me--you both look so good like this--”

“Lance, go on, clean up your mess--Keith, you’re so good, look at you--Lance, I think he deserves a reward, why don’t you give him a hand?” If it comes out garbled and a little breathless, it’s because he’s rapidly catching up with them. Thankfully the slick sounds of his hand on his cock are drowned out by the heavy breathing on the other end of the comms. “You’re both so--what did I do to deserve this--wish I could touch, wish I could-”