[ He eyes the silks with distaste; they had only tried to put him in them once, before deciding he looked better in more traditionally Galra armor and clothing. The black suit did well enough for what they wanted out of him; fucking, yes, but usually a fight more than anything else. He killed the first two Galrans who tried to claim him as their winnings after he'd won a match, strangling one with the silk they'd decked him out in.
From there, they'd kept to something simple, the purple shirt for when he was fighting in the ring, the black bodysuit for day to day. It's been -- not ages but a while since he had to service anyone, anyway.
It's hard to stay trapped in his own head with them in front of him, though. He might have shut Keith out of his mind, but his eyes still work and they're still gorgeous. Trap or not, they look familiar, they look lovely despite the situation they're in. They're angry, too, not despondent or panicking, which Shiro's strangely grateful for. Anger, he knows how to deal with. ]
I'm not your master.
[ It's reflex, at this point, the distaste in his tone all the more evident when coupled with the way he grimaces and glances away. The Galran soldiers in his command, he'd never told them to call him Master, though Sendak tried to encourage it mostly for his own discomfort. General, Commander, those were better options but he's not going to have them call him that, either. Shiro he hears, and hates that it sounds as right as it does.
They do know how to put on a show, though; there's genuine want there, and it's clear they've done this before, performed for someone. There's luck in that; some of them were happy enough watching a show rather than participating.
When Lance grabs at Keith's ass, spreads him open and Shiro catches the slick on the curve of his thighs, against the soft rose of his hole, he has to push a hand down against where his dick twitches, interested. The cages are -- god, he hasn't seen one of those in a while, either and he huffs out a breath, rising and stalking toward them. ]
Step back.
[ He doesn't address it at either one - it's a general order said with the understanding they'd obey him either way. Once they separate, he goes to his knees in front of Keith, tugging the ridiculous material out of the way until he gets access to the cock cage and glances up at him. ]
I wouldn't move.
[ It's a simple enough thing to press one finger to the metal of the cage, a pulse of heat and he twists it just so, careful not to hurt him. The cage falls loose in Shiro's hand and he tosses it to a corner of the room before turning to Lance, angling to do the same. ]
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From there, they'd kept to something simple, the purple shirt for when he was fighting in the ring, the black bodysuit for day to day. It's been -- not ages but a while since he had to service anyone, anyway.
It's hard to stay trapped in his own head with them in front of him, though. He might have shut Keith out of his mind, but his eyes still work and they're still gorgeous. Trap or not, they look familiar, they look lovely despite the situation they're in. They're angry, too, not despondent or panicking, which Shiro's strangely grateful for. Anger, he knows how to deal with. ]
I'm not your master.
[ It's reflex, at this point, the distaste in his tone all the more evident when coupled with the way he grimaces and glances away. The Galran soldiers in his command, he'd never told them to call him Master, though Sendak tried to encourage it mostly for his own discomfort. General, Commander, those were better options but he's not going to have them call him that, either. Shiro he hears, and hates that it sounds as right as it does.
They do know how to put on a show, though; there's genuine want there, and it's clear they've done this before, performed for someone. There's luck in that; some of them were happy enough watching a show rather than participating.
When Lance grabs at Keith's ass, spreads him open and Shiro catches the slick on the curve of his thighs, against the soft rose of his hole, he has to push a hand down against where his dick twitches, interested. The cages are -- god, he hasn't seen one of those in a while, either and he huffs out a breath, rising and stalking toward them. ]
Step back.
[ He doesn't address it at either one - it's a general order said with the understanding they'd obey him either way. Once they separate, he goes to his knees in front of Keith, tugging the ridiculous material out of the way until he gets access to the cock cage and glances up at him. ]
I wouldn't move.
[ It's a simple enough thing to press one finger to the metal of the cage, a pulse of heat and he twists it just so, careful not to hurt him. The cage falls loose in Shiro's hand and he tosses it to a corner of the room before turning to Lance, angling to do the same. ]