Yaoi oneshots

Shiklance Phone sex

"Hello, Keith? Is that you?"

Keith could hear him on the other end of the phone, his voice slightly a different pitch, deeper than usual, but it was still the same Shiro.

"Mhm," Keith moaned through his sealed lips.

"What's up? Is there something wrong?" Shiro's voice was a little worn out, but he sounded happy. He was happy to receive a random call from Keith, random in the way that Keith almost never called him while he was at work. This was such a surprise for Shiro and it gave him the patience to get through the rest of his night.

"No, there's nothing wrong." Keith began to rub his legs together, feeling his erection in between them, "I just wanted to hear your voice."

"Oh," he laughed softly and Keith pictured Shiro's smiling face; the way the corners of his mouth slightly curved into a small smile, which, in no way, reflected the happiness he felt, the way his eyes closed like the shutter of a camera, trying to save the memory he had just created, and cheeks blushed as though they had been filled with a liquid form of love.

"Well it's nice to hear from you. Today has been really difficult. There is this new..." He continued on about his day at work, leaving Keith with a comfortable discomfort. No one had ever made Keith feel so happy. Of course he had friends, and a family. Of course he laughed and smiled away from Shiro, but there was something about him, something that Shiro pulled out of Keith that filled him with light. When Shiro and Keith were together, it was like a chemical reaction that produced vibrant colors. The reckless lion that laid within his heart was tamed and at the same time, set free. It was something that Keith had never experienced before, and for Shiro, it was the same thing.

After pulling his shirt up to the top of his chest, Keith slid the tips of his fingers down the warm skin of his stomach, to the elastic band of his shorts. Never has he done this before, never has he touched himself while Shiro talked to him through the phone. Keith was usually able to wait to be touched and to touch. He usually had more patience, but it has been a couple days since Keith has seen Shiro.

The company that Shiro worked for implemented a new program that kept him working late everyday. By the time he came home, Keith would already be asleep. It was frustrating, for both of them, not to be able to touch each other whenever they wanted, the way they used to.

"Yeah, it's getting late," Shiro sighed. He was missing Keith just as much, it was lonely to spend all of his time alone. "I want to come home and see you."

"I want to see you, too." Keith slid his index finger up to the top of his erection, slowly reaching the tip, "I want to see you so bad."

Grabbing onto it, he began to thrust his hand up and down, creating such a lewd noise. "Ahn," he touched himself the way Shiro always touched him, like the way fingers caressed the keys of a piano. It wasn't as satisfying to Keith, though. It was like forging a piece of art; sure it gets the same result, sure it looks the same, but the emotion behind it is what really makes it pop, "Mmmm."

"Keith?" Shiro heard him moan out of turn, "What are you doing?" But Keith didn't want to answer, embarrassed yet determined, and continued to thrust his hand.

"Are you... touching yourself?" Shiro sighed again, but this time it was because his breath was heavy.

Shiro was getting excited, thinking that he could turn Keith on just by talking to him. He wanted to be there, though, and feel him with his own two hands. Shiro wanted Keith to feel it just as much as Keith wanted it, "Did you miss me that much?"

After a couple heavy breaths into the phone, Keith answered softly, "Yes."

Keith started to feel really hot, his fingers began to burn as they wrapped around him, his heart thudding in his chest. Keith bit his lip and slowly dragged it along his teeth as he pulled it away, how Shiro usually did it when they were wrapped up together. "Tell me how you are doing it." Keith heard Shiro moan through the phone.