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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Voltron:_Legendary_Defender
  Relationship:
      Keith/Shiro_(Voltron), Lance/Shiro_(Voltron), Allura/Shiro_(Voltron),
      Keith/Lance/Shiro, Keith/Lance_(Voltron)
  Character:
      Shiro_(Voltron), Keith_(Voltron), Lance_(Voltron), Allura_(Voltron)
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Dubious_Consent, Rimming, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Sex_Toys,
      Urination, Pedophilia, Unreliable_Narrator, Masturbation, Mutual
      Masturbation, Modern_AU, Grooming
  Series:
      Part 6 of Shota_Shit
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-20 Updated: 2017-03-25 Chapters: 2/? Words: 10818
****** Shiro's Game ******
by Tamagoakura_(orphan_account)
Summary
     Shiro, a preschool teacher, realizes his most taboo dream - being
     intimate with not one, but two of his students. What starts as an
     impulsive request for a kiss becomes a forbidden relationship that
     steals Shiro's heart. Meanwhile, he and his coworker Allura begin to
     cultivate a romantic relationship outside of the school. Shiro soon
     finds himself juggling two lives; an illegal tryst with boys he's
     rapidly falling for, and a mature, healthy relationship with Allura.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to the lives of any
     persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. I do not condone
     any acts of CSA or rape. The content depicted herein should not be
     considered as a moral/legal way to behave. Kids cannot consent in
     real life.
     My first Voltron fic! Amazing. This was actually supposed to be a
     long one-shot but it ended up getting too long, so I broke it into
     chapters.
Takashi Shirogane worked as an aid at a small, private preschool on the far end
of Kanazawa. It was a cozy building made of brown brick, with a small pink
fence in the front. Flowers, planted by the children themselves, were out front
and paper cut-outs, also the children's work, decorated the windows in suns,
rainbows, and butterflies. An equally pleasant, brown brick high school sat
behind the school, rising over the tiny building like a protective sibling.
Shiro appreciated the other school's uniform; it was a simple, yet elegant pair
for boys and girls, all blues, blacks, and knee-length skirts. A more grown-up
version of his school's cuter uniform - light blue with a white trim. To the
preschool's right was a small river with a short bridge connecting one bank to
another.
Shiro loved his job. He had always liked children so this career was perfect:
surrounded by angels in yellow hats and light blue frocks, usually still too
young to catch his eye but adorable all the same. Shiro usually worked with
children between two and, at the oldest, five. Any children younger went to the
nursery down the street and older would be starting kindergarten.
Aside from the children, there was Allura. She was his coworker, a beautiful
foreign woman with enchanting brown skin and pale hair. There had been an
attraction between them since he started working at this place, but neither of
them had taken any steps to explore it. They were comfortable with one another
and happy to let the relationship grow in its own time.
Currently Shiro was kneeling in front of the school's flowerbed, white apron
folded on his knees and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hands were stained
with dirt and gently cupping a flower's fragile base. At his sides were his two
favorite children, the sweetest boys in the bunch - Lance and Keith.
Keith had dark hair, dusky blue eyes, and a serious demeanor. He was watching
Shiro's movements with intense concentration, eyebrows furrowed and lips in an
open pucker as the man explained the purpose of a flower's roots.
On the other side, Lance's bright blue eyes were open wide and his mouth was
stretched into a large grin. With his brown skin and hair, along with his
occasionally stunted Japanese pronunciation, it was clear he was foreign.
Despite this, he didn't seem to have any trouble communicating with the other
kids. He was practically vibrating with excitement at what Shiro was doing
until he ran out of patience and started digging his own hole in the dirt.
"You can't do that!" Keith cried out, referring to Lance's bare hands clawing
at the soil, and Shiro chuckled. The boy almost sounded offended.
"Why not?" Lance snapped back.
"You have to use a shovel," Keith insisted, holding a spade up in his chubby
fist.
As much as these boys adored Shiro, they weren't fond of one another. Shiro was
trying to help them get along but so far he hadn't had much luck.
"I made a hole just fine," Lance said, smugly presenting the lopsided, shallow
hole he'd dug.
"If you're not going to do it right, you should go away," Keith said, folding
his arms over his chest.
"You go away!"
"Hey now boys," Shiro laughed, setting the flower into the hole and pushing
dirt over its roots. "There's no need to fight."
"Your hole looks dumb," Keith mocked, too caught up in their feud to listen to
his teacher.
Lance's mouth fell open and he gasped in shock at the apparent insult. Gritting
his teeth, he yelled, "Your face looks dumb!"
Before Shiro had a chance to stop him, Lance grabbed a handful of soil and
flung it at Keith. It struck him in the chest and without a word, Keith leaped
forward to tackle Lance onto the dirty ground.
Neither boy had a chance to land any blows before Shiro pulled them apart and
stood, each arm holding a squirming kid by the middle. Lance thrashed and
kicked, demanding to be put down whereas Keith, although tense and uneasy,
stayed still. The boy had been transferred out of another school for behavioral
issues, but Shiro rarely saw any such conduct from him. Keith was normally
attentive and obedient with Shiro and Allura... Unless Lance was around.
"We're going inside to clean up," Shiro called out to Allura. She nodded in
understanding, her arms busy wrangling four toddlers. He took the boys inside
and down the hall to the nap room, a comfortably furnished area across from
their class. It had a bathroom and just outside it, a rather large sink basin.
Shiro set the boys down on the counter and turned the water on, running it over
his hand to be sure it wasn't too hot for them.
"What do we say about fighting, boys?" He asked, wetting a paper towel. They
didn't respond, both fuming, so he carried on while running the moist towel
over their hands. "Fighting isn't nice, is it? You're supposed to be nice to
your friends."
"He isn't my friend," Keith and Lance loudly declared at once.
"Hey, hey, don't be so quick to fight." He laughed, dropping the dirty paper
into the trash and wetting another. This time he ran the warm cloth down their
smooth, chubby thighs. Dirt streaks turned to mud and by the third pass, each
silky leg was clean. Shiro ran his hand down Keith's thigh absentmindedly and
gently squeezed it, enjoying its bouncy, squishy feel. He dropped the rag into
the garbage and used his newly freed hand to test Lance's thigh: thinner, but
the skin was softer.
Shiro swallowed thickly, his pants growing uncomfortably tight. Damn these
boys! Usually, he wasn't attracted to children so small, but Keith and Lance
were exceptional. Far cuter than most and so mature. And so smart! Shiro had
liked them since they were enrolled, and as the weeks went by he only fell more
deeply infatuated. They were both so cute and feisty, and they completely
adored Shiro. They loved Allura too of course, but every morning they rushed to
Shiro first, arms outstretched, eager for a hug. They fought over his attention
daily, constant spats meant to pull him away from their classmates and center
his attention on them alone.
Finally, he released them, reluctantly returning his hands to his sides. "If
you keep fighting, you'll get in trouble."
Lance puffed his cheeks out and crossed his arms over his chest. Beside him,
Keith's brow furrowed even more deeply and he turned his eyes away. Neither of
them spoke so Shiro tried again, "Do you want to be put on time out?"
Both boys shook their head but Lance spoke first, "I'm sorry I threw dirt."
Keith's expression tensed even further, "Sorry I told you to go away."
All three of them sat there for a while in silence, both Lance and Keith
glaring and refusing to meet one another's gaze. Shiro looked back and forth
between them, searching their faces for any signs of backing down.
"How about a make-up kiss?" Shiro asked with a tight smile, forcing the
tenseness out of his voice.
What was he thinking?! They would think the request was weird - it was weird,
who was he kidding - and get scared. They would hop down from the counter and
run out of the room to tell Allura that their teacher was a pervert. His heart
hammered painfully in his chest as he waited for them to respond.
After what felt like forever, Lance scrunched his face up in a cute display of
disgust and issued an exaggerated, "Yuck!"
"His mouth is dirty," Keith said matter-of-factly.
Lance shot a glare at him, "I'm not dirty!"
"Yeah, right."
Lance's little hands balled into fists but before he had a chance to fight,
Shiro interrupted them. He took Lance by the jaw and tilted his face up, "Let
me show you."
Shiro leaned down, one hand on the counter beside Lance, the other holding the
boy's jaw, and kissed him. It was hardly a peck on his tiny, spit-slick lips,
but he quickly added more, pressed longer, firmer, more passionately. Lance let
out a tiny peep but didn't move or try to turn away. He just stared at Shiro
with his blue eyes open wide and little hands balled into tight fists at his
sides. Shiro pulled away just enough to request Lance open his mouth.
When the boy's mouth opened, Shiro wasted no time dipping his tongue into the
tiny cavern. It tasted like the Bisuko the kids had eaten at snack time. He ran
his tongue around Lance's, gently attempting to coax him to mimic his
movements. Lance's tongue stayed still but he made no attempt to back away,
even when Shiro released his jaw in favor of stroking slowly up and down his
inner thigh.
Shiro pulled away, leaving Lance's cheeks pink and small chest heaving, then
turned to Keith and cupped his cheek in his hand. To his pleasure, Keith tilted
his face into his palm. The boy opened his mouth unbidden so Shiro swooped in
and plunged his tongue inside. The same Bisuko flavor, but less strong this
time. Lance probably hadn't drunk his tea again. Keith had, the liquid having
washed most of the taste from his mouth.
Keith's tiny tongue started to move against Shiro's in awkward, uncoordinated
slides and pushes. Shiro sighed into his mouth, so pleased with the boy's
eagerness that his fingertips were shaking. His cock throbbed in his pants,
making his squirm to try and relieve some of the uncomfortable pressure. He was
glad his uniform included a white apron; not only did it protect his clothes
from paint and chalk stains, it also hid his erection relatively well. Enough
so the boys wouldn't notice unless they knew what to look for, anyway.
He backed away from Keith and smiled at them both. They smiled back and his
heart swelled - they were perfect, wonderful, his beloved boys. He leaned
forward and hugged them both, pressing kisses across their soft cheeks and
round foreheads. "You two are my best students."
Lance and Keith beamed at the praise, soft giggles escaping their lips as
Shiro's stubble tickled their sensitive skin.
"Now it's your turn," Shiro instructed, slowly easing the boys faces together.
Their eyes jumped back and forth between each other and Shiro, clearly unsure
about kissing one another like Shiro had done. Lance squeezed his eyes shut and
Keith's nose scrunched in disgust but both boys opened their mouths and let
themselves be guided together.
Keith leaned forward, eyes open, and pushed his tongue into Lance's mouth.
Lance cracked one eye open and slowly pushed his tongue forward to meet him,
face twisting into a curious expression as he slid his little pink tongue
across Keith's.
Shiro watched them intently, eyes hungrily devouring their stunted attempts to
do what he had done. His hands wandered over their thighs and calves, fingers
pushed up into the bottom of their shorts to paw and squeeze their little asses
through their briefs.
They awkwardly pressed their faces together a moment longer before pulling away
from one another.
Lance wiped his lips on his sleeve, "Gross!"
"The spit got cold!" Keith leaned down to wipe his mouth on the hem of his
shirt.
"You both did a great job," Shiro laughed, using a dry paper towel to wipe
their faces clean. He set them both on the floor. "Do you to want to go back
outside and play?"
They both nodded enthusiastically so he waved them off, calling after them not
to run in the hall as they bolted out of the room and back to their peers.
Shiro's cock felt like it was going to explode if he didn't do something about
it soon. He ducked into the small bathroom stall and locked the door behind
himself and ripped the apron off. Shiro leaned against the door in case the
latch failed and unfastened his jeans, hands shaking, and freed his dick.
He held his shirt up over his stomach with his free hand, his right hand busy
pumping his cock on rough, needy movements. He could still taste the Bisuko on
his tongue, still feel their silky skin on his palms and smell the fresh scent
of their sweat from playing outside in the spring sun. His fingertips had
stroked along the crease where their supple asses met their thighs, tickled
their flesh, come mere centimeters away from their dicks. Lance's glazed-over
gaze, mouth slack with a little line of drool coming down the corner, cheeks a
ruddy pink. And Keith! He tried so hard, so much effort to do his best, both of
them were special, angelic, so fucking sexy-
Shiro bit his lower lip to hide his voice when he came, spraying thick ropes of
come on the wall across from himself.
His hands fell to his sides and he stood there a moment, breathing harshly
through parted lips and staring at the come glistening on the tiled wall with
uncertainty. He was one of those guys. He could go to jail - in fact, he
probably would. He hadn't hurt them, he hadn't even been overtly sexual with
them, but in the eyes of the law it was all the same. It was Friday and their
parents would be there to get them soon. It was only a matter of time until
they told them - only a matter of time before the police were called and his
life was over.
The rest of the hour passed in a haze. He used a few paper towels and some hand
soap to clean his come off the wall and floor, then joined the class outside in
time to catch Keith on his way out. The boy had waved a happy goodbye, one that
Shiro returned with well-faked enthusiasm, and followed his mother out of the
gate hand-in-hand. Lance was already gone, taken home by his grandmother like
always. After the last few children climbed into their parent's cars and drove
off, Shiro went about cleaning the building.
Allura spoke to him as they wiped up paint and organized toys and books, her
usually soothing, sweet voice all but a dull hum in his ear in the wake of his
anxiety. He laughed on cue, nodded, let out small sounds to show he was
listening as he worked, but inside he was terrified.
When they were done and said their goodbyes (Allura had taken one of his hands
in both of hers and squeezed, her mention of "Get some rest," as gentle as her
touch) they parted ways and for the entire weekend, he stayed in bed.

===============================================================================

Come Monday, Shiro was sweating.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Allura asked, pulling craft materials down from
a shelf.
Shiro laughed it off, "I'm fine."
"If you're feeling sick, you should go home."
"I'm alright, I promise," he assured her with a big smile.
When the kids arrived Shiro wanted to throw up, but he swallowed it down and
greeted them. He waved at a few parents in their cars and greeted parents that
walked their children to the gate. And then, at nearly the same moment, two
expensive cars parked in front of the building.
Lance and Keith had arrived.
Despite his heart hammering in his chest, Shiro kept his composure and waved to
the boys as they exited their vehicles. Keith returned the greeting and Lance
loudly cried "good morning!" despite his grandmother's scolding. Both boys ran
through the gate to greet Shiro and all at once he knew he was safe.
The first half of the day was a joy. The children made craft instruments, sang
songs and Allura read a book to them while Shiro went to prepare the nap room.
The class ate lunch and then all of the children filed across the hall into the
other room to sleep.
As the children were getting comfortable, Allura and Shiro stood together just
outside of the room.
"You seem better," Allura said with a smile, pushing a stray lock of her long
hair back behind her ear.
"I must have been tired," Shiro laughed. "Looks like the kids woke me up."
"It's hard not to feel energetic when they're around," Allura agreed. They both
chuckled and then she continued, "Well, I'm off to lunch. I'll see you in an
hour."
She turned and left, leaving Shiro alone. Normally he took care of paperwork or
planned future activities but today, he had something far more important to do.
Shiro peeked his head into the nap room and called out to Lance and Keith in a
whisper. A few other children opened their eyes to look but most of them
quickly lost interest and went back to trying to sleep. Lance and Keith sat up
and, once their eyes located Shiro peeking in at them, both grinned. He waved
them over and they obeyed, both crawling out of their tiny futons and hustling
quietly from the room to follow him back into the class.
He led them to the far corner of the room; it was a little mock room for the
children to play house in, boxed off by shelves and various dress-up outfits on
hooks. A plastic kitchen set sat against one of the "walls" and pressed against
the real wall was a child-sized loveseat.
Shiro asked them to sit down and knelt in front of them. "Do you remember what
we did last week?"
"We kissed!" Lance declared, hand shooting up after he'd already spoken.
"Yes, that's right," Shiro said. "Keep it a secret, okay?"
Lance's smile faded and he looked at Keith in concern, then back to Shiro. "Are
we in trouble?"
Shiro shook his head and rested one hand on the boy's knee. "No, you're not in
trouble, Lance. And neither are you, Keith. I promise.
"But I will be if you tell anyone," he said as simply as he could. He needed to
make them understand. "Mr. Shirogane will get into a lot of trouble if you tell
anyone that we kissed. If other adults find out, they'll make Mr. Shirogane go
away. Do you want your teacher to go away?"
Lance and Keith shook their heads in tandem.
"No!"
"No way!"
A gentle smile spread over Shiro's face, "Can you keep a secret?"
The boys nodded.
"Good," Shiro sighed in relief, then his smile grew into a grin. "Do you want
to do it more?"
 
                                   . . . . .
                                        
Both Keith and Lance had their eyes open as they kissed. They were quick
learners, Shiro mused, instructing them on how to properly operate their
mouths.
"Come on, close those eyes," he said for the second time. Lance shut his, but
Keith was less sure. He cast a look at Shiro and the man nodded so finally,
hesitantly, he closed his eyes.
"Good boys," Shiro praised, reaching out to stroke their smooth calves. His
hands moved down to cup their tiny feet and give them an affectionate squeeze,
then slid back over their thin ankles, calves, up to stroke their thighs. His
fingertips brushed under the bottom of their shorts but he didn't push inside.
Instead, he moved his hands over their shorts, palmed along the edge of their
crotches then moved higher to push their shirts up on their bellies.
Shiro leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Keith's softer, rounder tummy, then
left a trail of light kisses across to kiss Lance's flat stomach. Lance laughed
into Keith's mouth at the feeling of Shiro's lips and stubble sliding over his
stomach and down to his inner thighs.
He continued his movements in slow, long passes, pressing his lips against
every inch of exposed skin on their stomachs and thighs. One hand flipped their
shorts open and tugged them down a few centimeters. Keith squirmed when Shiro's
tongue slid over his thigh and slowly but surely, the boys' soft giggles became
breathy gasps and small whimpers.
Shiro tasted Lance one more time, humming at the boy's salty flavor, and sat
up. "That's enough kissing."
Lance and Keith pulled away from one another, their lips plump, pink, wet from
their extended make-out session. Their cheeks were dusted pink and they were
both breathing more heavily and, most importantly...
Shiro motioned toward the little tents in their briefs. Both the boys' eyes
grew wide when they noticed they were hard.
Lance's shocked expression was quickly replaced with mirth. "Weird!" He
cackled, using one hand to tap the rise in his underwear.
Keith watched the other boy toy with his erection before he finally turned to
feel his own. "Why is my thing up?"
"That means you feel good," Shiro explained. He pulled his apron over his head
and set it, folded, on the kitchen play center's counter. He unbuttoned his
pants and shimmied them down his hips just enough to have room to move, then
pulled his own cock out through the slit in his boxers. "See? Mine stands up
too."
Lance looked between all of them and proudly declared, "Mine's second biggest."
Shiro's cock twitched at how casually the boy made such a lewd declaration.
"Yes, yours is. You're both such good boys."
He leaned in and kissed them both on the sides of their mouths, "Such good,
horny little boys."
"What's horny?" Keith asked past the man's kisses.
Shiro cleared his throat awkwardly and pulled away. "Nothing, it's nothing.
Don't say that word, it's a swear."
"Sorry."
"It's alright, it was my fault." He said, patting Keith on the head. He sat
back and took his cock in his hand. "I'm going to touch myself, okay? I won't
touch your private places but you can try to do what I'm doing if you want. Is
that okay?"
Both boys nodded, curious to see what Shiro meant. The man started to stroke in
slow, controlled movements. More than anything he wanted to blow his load right
then and there - god, he was to turned on he could barely think straight - but
he didn't want to spook the boys. They didn't know what an aroused man was
like; all those harsh movements, heavier breathing, and even vocalizations
would probably make them think he was angry.
Shiro let out a soft, shaky sigh as he stroked himself, twisted his wrist and
lavished the tip with attention. Both boys watched him quietly, eyes glued to
his hand working his dick. Keith watched him intently then looked down at his
own boyhood. His gaze moved back and forth from Shiro to himself a few times
before he pulled his tiny dick from the hem of his underwear. He tried to wrap
his fist around it but found it too small to hold properly, so instead he used
his fingertips to softly rub at the sides of his prick.
"Good boy," Shiro breathed, eyes locked on the boy's hard little dick. He
wanted to lean forward and suck that cute cock between his lips so badly it
almost hurt.
Lance, upset at the lack of attention, tugged his shorts halfway down his
thighs and pulled his dick from the slit in his briefs. He grabbed himself with
his whole hand and despite the ill fit, he stroked himself in time with Shiro's
movements.
"Very good, Lance," Shiro said, his free hand reaching toward his little brown
cock but pulling away at the last moment. Instead of touching him, Shiro rested
his hand on his own knee and focused on finishing himself off. He looked back
and forth between them; their plump lips open as they gasped and moaned under
their breath, hands stroking and fondling their petite dicks with increasing
excitement. Lance's hips twitched up into his movements, whereas Keith stayed
relatively still but his was breathing deeper and more rapidly.
Shiro pumped himself a few more times in quick, rough tugs. Both Keith and
Lance stopped what they were doing when Shiro came, the man's sudden tense
demeanor almost frightening them. Before they had a chance to get scared,
Shiro's come sprayed out onto the floor in a thin, wet puddle. He swallowed the
moan that threatened to escape and rode out his orgasm, slowly stroking himself
through the aftershocks.
He wiped his hand on his apron, then used the frock to clean the come off the
floor. Lance and Keith looked confused so he smiled gently, "Are you okay? Did
that scare you?"
Keith shook his head and Lance said, "Are you hurt?"
Shiro laughed softly and tucked his soft cock back into his pants, "The
opposite, actually. You two made me feel very good."
"We did?" Keith asked, perking up.
"Yes, you were wonderful!" Shiro assured them both, standing them up and
helping them fix their pants and shirts. Once they were presentable, he spun
them both around to face him. "You're both such good, good boys."
They beamed up at him and he wished he could stay in this room with them
forever.
"This is a secret, remember?" He said, expression growing serious. "If you tell
on Mr. Shirogane, I'll have to leave and we won't be able to play this fun game
anymore."
He leaned down and pulled them both into a hug. Next to his left ear Keith
said, "What is the game called?"
Shiro pulled back so he could look at them both. "Hmm... Let's call it Shiro
Time."
 
                                  . . . . . .
                                        
By the time he got the boys back in their futons, there were only twenty
minutes left of their nap.
Shiro sat at the desk in the classroom with his head in his hands. If anyone
found out what he did, his life was over. There was no way to explain it away
as a misunderstanding. What had happened was clear-cut: he'd molested those
boys. After years of denying himself to avoid trouble, after going out of his
way not to work with kids in his age preference, he'd done it.
He'd done it by god, he'd do it again. He wanted to do it again. He wanted to
touch them, kiss them, stroke them, hug them and come as deeply as he could in
their pretty asses.
Okay, sure, what he'd done was illegal. There was no arguing that; in the eyes
of the law, he was a rapist. But he hadn't hurt them, right? He hadn't even
touched them! Masturbating in front of them was probably pushing it, but he
hadn't touched them. Kids touching themselves wasn't rape. Kids touching each
other wasn't rape.
It was only logical what he'd done hadn't been rape either, right?
"It wasn't rape, but it wasn't good either," he muttered under his breath.
The boys were only five, Shiro thought. If he stopped their relationship right
now, there was a good chance they'd forget it ever happened within a couple
years.
"I just won't do it again," he said to himself. "Easy enough."
 
                                  . . . . . .
                                        
After work when all the children were gone, Shiro and Allura stood together by
the gate. They'd had their small talk and said their goodbyes and were ready to
go their separate ways. Shiro nodded and turned to walk away but stopped when
he felt a gentle tug on his sleeve.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Would you like to go to lunch?" Allura asked. "On Sunday, I mean."
"I thought you'd never ask," A grin spread on his face. "I'd love to."
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Part two is here much faster than my usual schedule because, as I
     said in the first part, this had to get chopped up because it was too
     long. There's nothing pre-written after this so the next installment
     will probably take some time. Sorry guys, I'm a slow writer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Shiro looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, chin angled high and razor in
one hand, and told himself he wouldn't do it again. He'd keep them at arm's
length and slowly dissolve their bond.
Just the thought of it made his chest tight. Shiro didn't want to lose them. He
knew they would be leaving soon to start kindergarten, but they still had a
year together. Seeing them made his heart soar. He adored listening to them
talk about the world, their imagined adventures. He loved reading to them,
playing with them. Answering their endless barrage of questions - why, how,
what - was never annoying like it could be with other children.
And, very suddenly, Shiro realized he was falling in love with them. He drug
the razor down the bottom of his jaw. This was going to be harder than he
thought.
 
                                  . . . . . .
 
In the morning they ran from their cars as always, making a b-line to their
favorite teacher. Shiro welcomed them, but he didn't pull them into his arms
for a hug like he normally did. At morning snack he was happy to draw another
child's name out of the bucket to pick his daily helper. The kid, a peppy
little four-year-old girl, gave Shiro a reason to ignore those boys. She was
young and clumsy so there were plenty of falls, tumbles and spills for Shiro to
manage, leaving Keith and Lance in Allura's care.
During craft time, Shiro kept to the far side of the room away from the boys.
He was kneeling beside a girl, gushing praise at the scribbled picture she drew
and claimed, quite proudly, what it was meant to be: Allura and himself on a
boat. Apparently, the blue doodle to the left was the girl-child herself as the
ship's captain.
"Shiro," Allura called, catching his attention. She was already halfway out of
the room. "I've got to take a break, I'll be right back."
"No problem," Shiro assured her and she smiled. With a small bow, she headed
off down the hall to the bathroom.
Almost immediately after she'd gone, Lance's voice cut loudly through the room,
"Give it back!"
"It was mine first," Keith's voice followed.
Shiro looked over at the boys and sighed deeply when he saw what they were
fighting about: a glue stick. Lance was trying to take it away, practically
climbing on the boy as he reached for the little tube. Keith had his body
twisted in his blue plastic chair, arms out as far away from Lance as they
could be to keep the glue to himself. The worst of it was the basket of extra
sticks sitting on the table right in front of them.
"Lance, use a different stick," Shiro called out and was deftly ignored.
"Get off me!" Keith yelled, nearly falling out of his chair as Lance hopped and
grasped at the glue.
"Gimmie it!" Lance demanded.
"It was mine first!"
"Boys, you need to share," Shiro called out again, finally standing up.
"No, you took it!"
Keith shoved him nearly off but Lance hopped forward again. He stood on his
toes as he reached for the glue. "It's mine!"
"Shut up, stupid," Keith snapped.
"You're stupid!"
"You're stupid!"
"Yeah, well, you kiss gross!" Lance yelled at the top of his lungs.
Shiro was across the room in an instant. Thank god Allura wasn't in the room or
he'd be finished! He pulled them apart, sat them in their seats and kneeled
between them.
"Go back to your crafts," Shiro called out to the other children, then turned
his attention back to Lance and Keith. To them he whispered, "Kissing is a
secret, remember?"
The glue stick rolled across the table, forgotten in the wake of their
teacher's close attention, and both boys nodded.
"Sorry, Mr. Shirogane," Lance said and Keith echoed the sentiment.
"That's alright, but you need to remember, okay?" Shiro pushed. "You can't talk
about kissing in class."
"Were those two up to no good again?" Allura asked, coming into the room and
shutting the door behind herself.
"Just a little disagreement over the glue," Shiro chuckled, standing.
The rest of the day was uneventful. Shiro managed to deftly avoid the boys and
there was no repeat of the glue incident to frazzle his nerves. He sighed
happily; everything would go back to normal, and they would all be fine.
 
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On Wednesday morning, the boys once again ran to Shiro for a hug in spite of
him shirking their attempts for two days in a row. Despite the urge to pull
them both up into a tight hug, Shiro only patted their heads in greeting as
they ran around his knees. At morning snack he sat at a table across the room
from them and he kept himself busy with the toddlers during outside time. When
nap time rolled around and Allura was gone, Shiro wished the children a good
sleep and started to leave.
He was halfway across the hall when a small hand grabbed hold of his apron's
waistband. He turned his head to see Keith there, his chubby hand gripping the
fabric without any motion to pull. Lance was behind him, staring up at Shiro
with those big blue eyes.
"Do you need to use the toilet?" Shiro asked, gently moving Keith's hands from
the fabric. He wanted to give those warm little hands a soft squeeze but he
thought better of it and released him.
"We want to play Shiro Time," Lance spoke up first and Shiro almost choked on
his own spit.
"It's nap time right now," he said, turning his eyes away from them. Looking
directly at those angelic faces would ruin his ability to walk away. "Go back
to your futons."
Shiro ushered them back into the room and once they were laying down, he went
back across the hall into the classroom to work. He sat down at the desk and
started sorting papers into piles: to be graded, complete, lesson plans and
templates for what would eventually be handouts for the kids to take home to
their parents.
Shiro tried to work but to no avail; the memory of those boys asking him to
touch them refused to be ignored. Keith's little hand had been so soft, and
Lance's request so innocent. There was no way he could concentrate for the rest
of the day with that winding around in his brain.
He cast a glance toward the door and, sure that no one would interrupt him
(none ever did when he was working), he unbuttoned his pants and shimmied them
down around his hips just enough to allow his cock out. It was already half
hard and had been since Lance's request, despite his attempts to ignore it.
Shiro cast one more glance toward the door and inwardly wished there was a
lock, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He stroked himself
slowly at first, giving himself time to get fully hard, then quickened his
hand's movements. His mind wandered to his previous intimate moments with the
boys then moved toward fantasies of a future he swore to himself could never
come true. Keith under him, legs splayed and ass filled with cock. Lance riding
him, those long legs helping him bounce in Shiro's lap. Shiro squeezed his cock
harder and pretended it was them, their impossibly tight, tiny bodies greedily
swallowing him up.
"Woah!"
Shiro jolted in shock, immediately releasing his dick and trying to hide the
length from the intruder. He looked around, eyes trained up to find whoever
caught him, and at first was confused until his eye caught a mop of brown hair
just above the armrest.
Lance stood on one side of the chair and Keith on the other, both boys' curious
eyes going back and forth from Shiro's horrified face and his flushed, leaking
cock.
"Why aren't you in your futons?" He demanded, his voice cracking from
nervousness.
"Are you mad at us?" Lance asked.
Shiro's brow furrowed in confusion, "Why would I be angry with you?"
"You don't talk to us anymore," Keith said.
Shiro frowned. He should have known it wouldn't be so easy to pull his
affection away after doting on them for so long. "I'm not angry, but you need
to nap."
"You're playing Shiro Time without us," Lance pouted, reaching one hand over to
poke the bulge of Shiro's cock hidden by his shirt.
"I'm sorry but-"
"I like Shiro Time," Lance whined.
"Let us play," Keith said. They clearly weren't going to take no for an answer.
"Fine," Shiro said slowly, pulling his shirt up to expose his dick. "But you
need to keep it a secret, alright?"
Both boys nodded so despite his nagging guilt, Shiro resumed his hand's
movements. It wasn't hard to regain his previous momentum now that he had the
objects of his fantasies right there watching him intently. Shiro focused on
finishing as quickly as he could, as if cutting it short would somehow lessen
the wrongness of it, squeezing himself and pumping in short, rapid strokes
until he came with a soft groan. Keith and Lance let out quiet sounds of awe at
the translucent liquid splattered onto Shiro's apron.
"Why do you pee when you touch your thing?" Keith asked, reaching out to poke
the cooling liquid.
"It's not pee, it's cum," Shiro explained, gently pushing the boy's hand away.
He scooted forward in his chair to better pull the dirtied apron over his head.
"Can I cum out of my wiener?" Lance asked.
"No, you're too young," Shiro explained, folding the apron and setting it on
the desk. "Only grownups do that. Also, don't say 'cum,' that's a swear."
Lance frowned, "Sorry."
"It's okay," Shiro assured him, petting the boy's hair. "Do you want to test
and see if you can, just to be sure?"
Lance's face lit up, "Yes!"
Shiro stood up and after tossing his apron into the hamper he pulled the chair
back away from the desk. "Alright Lance, sit here."
Lance did as he was told, throwing a very obvious smug look Keith's way at
being allowed to go first. He plopped down on the seat, legs kicking gently
over the edge as he waited for Shiro to tell him what to do.
"Can I take your pants off?" Shiro asked and Lance nodded. Shiro looped his
thumbs into the hem of the boy's shorts and eased them down. He was surprised
to notice his hands were not shaking. He chocked it up to having just came -
his mind was more clear, the burning tendrils of lust having eased their grip.
Shiro lifted Lance's light hips as he pulled the shorts down his thighs and off
completely. He folded them and set them on the desk, then took hold of the
boy's briefs and tugged them down.
The sense of clear-headed ease cracked as Lance's tiny, soft prick was exposed.
While flaccid it was a puny thing, the same shade of brown as the rest of him.
Shiro could not take his eyes off it, awed to see such an adorable cock away
from a computer screen. He set the boy's briefs (their heat against his palm
surprisingly erotic) folded atop his shorts. He rested his hands on Lance's
knees and gently guided his legs apart, giving himself an unobstructed view of
the boy's cute dick, his smooth little balls tight to his body, the puckered
hole (still the same caramel shade as the rest of his skin).
"Are you ready?" Shiro asked. "This will feel really good, I promise."
Lance nodded, his cheeks pink with embarrassment.
Shiro, sitting on his knees on the floor, leaned in to tentatively lap at
Lance's dick. A short flick of his tongue had the boy jump, a tiny noise
escaping the back of his throat at the sensation. His eyes aimed at Lance's
face, Shiro licked him again, a slower, flatter pass of his tongue. He sucked
the kid's cock between his lips, almost like a lollypop, smoothly finding a
rhythm in his mouth's movements.
"Is it good?" He asked between sucks, searching Lance's flushed face with his
eyes.
Lance nodded, hands balled into tight fists and teeth pressed against his lower
lip. His voice was a soft tremble when he spoke, "Feels good."
Shiro smiled up at him, pleased with the boy's reaction. His little dick was
hard, about the size of Shiro's thumb and just as thick. He was well-endowed
for someone his age, Shiro thought as he pulled both the boy's cock and balls
into his mouth at once. He massaged the boy with his tongue, released him,
sucked and licked while his eyes occasionally glanced beyond Keith (who was
watching intently) to check the door. Lance gasped, eyes closed, his thighs
squeezing the sides of Shiro's head and hips twitching up toward the heat of
his mouth. A soft cry escaped his lips and his body tensed as he came dry.
Shiro worked him through it and when Lance relaxed he released him and slowly
eased him onto the chair. The boy sat there sprawled out, his little chest
rising and falling with huge breaths, cheeks a ruddy shade of pink and legs
spread. His prick, wet with Shiro's split, twitched once and began to soften.
A dopey smile stretched over Lance's lips and he looked at his teacher, "More?"
Arousal shot through Shiro like electricity and he shook his head almost
reluctantly, "It's Keith's turn, if he wants to try." He looked at the boy to
his side and Keith nodded.
Shiro helped Lance stand up and get his clothes back on while Keith pulled his
lower garments off and put them on the desk in a pile then climbed into the
chair. When Shiro was done with Lance he instructed the boy to stand aside. He
kneeled down and Keith spread his legs without being prompted. One of his hands
held the armrest and the other was draped over his tummy. His dark eyes stared
intently at Shiro. Despite his stoic expression, his gaze betrayed his nervous
anticipation.
When Shiro's lips wrapped around his dick Keith's legs twitched in surprise but
aside from that, his demeanor stayed the same. Shiro worked his tongue around
his little pink dick, stroking and teasing it with his mouth then pursing his
lips around to suck. No noises escaped Keith's lips despite his dick hardening
against Shiro's tongue and breathing getting faster. Shiro lapped at his taint,
balls, up to suck his tiny cock between his lips. His hands moved under Keith's
butt to raise the boy's crotch toward himself so he could save his neck the
strain, paying close attention to be sure Keith was enjoying the feeling.
He met each upward push with his tongue, sucking more firmly as he lowered him
down, the up-down motion slow and controlled. Keith's blush had spread up to
heat his ears, his little chest rising and falling with quick gasps. The hand
that was resting on his belly squeezing the fabric of his frock and hiking it
up until his navel was just barely visible.
Shiro squeezed Keith's little ass as he worked, enjoying the pudgy flesh and
silken skin against his palms. He wanted to press one fingertip against the
boy's pink hole but he decided against it; just this alone was probably close
to over stimulating to the boy's body. He did not want to push him too far, too
fast, and make what was supposed to be a mutually fulfilling experience for
them both into something unnerving, or even scary, to the boy.
Keith took considerably longer to come than Lance did. Shiro was all nerves,
his eyes darting from Keith's cute face, to the clock, the door and back again.
He was beginning to think Keith wasn't capable of it when the boy's breath
hitched. His body tensed and Shiro's eyes widened in surprise when Keith pissed
in his mouth.
Shiro's first instinct was to yank his head away but then he thought of the
mess. Maybe he could say that the room smelled of piss because Keith wet
himself and came in for help, but that would lead to questions. Questions Shiro
didn't trust the kids to answer safely. He squeezed his eyes shut and
swallowed.
"Why did stuff come out for him!" Lance demanded.
Shiro pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The warm
liquid in his belly felt strange. His cock was hard again and for a moment he
considered convincing one of the boys to suck him, but he decided against it.
He was already cutting it short by taking as much time as he did.
"He peed," Shiro finally said to Lance. "It happens to some kids when they
cum."
"Gross," Lance said, scrunching his nose cutely.
"Sorry," Keith sounded sleepy.
Shiro helped Keith back into his uniform then looked at the clock - only a few
minutes until nap was over. He hoped they wouldn't start getting grumpy later.
There was no time for them to sleep and no good excuse for them to stay down
longer. If Keith and Lance got fussy then Allura might ask why, and some other
kid could easily say they went with Shiro during nap. What could he say then?
He had the wetting excuse but he'd swallowed the mess.
So much for his supposedly quick thinking. He resigned himself to his fate. If
he was exposed, that would be it, he would take whatever the courts had to
throw at him. If that never happened, Lance and Keith would age out of his
class at the end of the year anyway and transfer across the city to a
kindergarten. Until then, Shiro decided to enjoy the short time they had
together. He smiled down at them and they smiled back.
Shiro kneeled down and pulled them into a hug, "I'm sorry I wasn't paying
enough attention to you. That was wrong of me."
"It's okay," Lance said from his place squeezed between Shiro's bicep and
Keith's head.
"Will you boys help me wake up the other kids?"
"Yeah," Lance said and Keith nodded.
"Such good helpers," Shiro cooed, giving Lance's cheek an affectionate pinch.
While they woke their classmates, Shiro ducked into the bathroom to use the
small bottle of mouthwash he kept in a high cabinet for after meals.
 
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The next day Keith was back on his chair. This time Shiro hadn't masturbated
ahead of time and he felt like his body was going crazy. Having his head
between such a sexy five-year-old boy's legs, the kid's little dick twitching
with need against his tongue, was beyond hot. His cock was achingly hard,
poking up from his pants and occasionally smearing pre-come against the bottom
of his shirt.
Lance watched from beside the chair impatiently, his shorts already off and set
aside. "Hurry up!"
Keith ignored him, far too caught up in the sensations Shiro provided to worry
about Lance's whining. Yesterday Shiro had attributed his quietness to the
newness of the situation, but now he was starting to believe that was just how
Keith was. His little chest rose and dipped with his breathing and occasionally
his hips would twitch toward Shiro's waiting mouth but beyond that, the boy
didn't show his pleasure.
Shiro made a quiet sound of surprise when piss filled his mouth. He hadn't even
realized the boy was about to come. So much for the bowl he had sitting on the
floor for this exact problem. Shiro gave in and swallowed it; he would figure
something out next time and, now that he knew to expect it, knowing that he was
tasting the fruit of the kid's pleasure was surprisingly erotic.
"How about we try a pee break before this next time?" Shiro smiled up at the
boy.
"Okay," Keith nodded and yawned. He let Shiro help him to his feet then took
his folded pants and underwear in his arms. Shiro gently maneuvered him to the
other side to make room for Lance. While Keith pulled his clothes on, Lance
climbed onto the chair and flopped back, practically lying down with his legs
hanging over the edge of the seat.
"Tell me if I do something you don't like, okay?" Shiro said, pushing the boy's
legs apart.
"Okay," Lance said, giving Shiro a V sign.
Unlike Keith, Lance was easy to please and he made his enjoyment apparent.
Within minutes Shiro had him panting, his hips twitching and tiny hands
gripping Shiro's jet black hair. His whole body tensed for a moment, then
slowly eased. Shiro pulled away, using one hand to push his hair back into
place.
He smiled at Lance, "Good?"
Lance nodded and Shiro considered requesting oral for himself. But Lance looked
sleepy, lying there enjoying his afterglow with a pleased look on his face.
Lance's expression changed into something more serious and Shiro was about to
ask what was wrong when urine arced from his soft little dick to the floor.
"Wh-what are you-" Shiro yelped, hopping to his feet as quickly as he could.
Too late; his pant knees were already wet. He turned his attention back to
Lance.
"Why did you do that?" He asked exasperatedly. He was not angry of course,
Lance was just a kid, but he was not pleased either.
"You like it when Keith does it," Lance huffed, crossing his arms over his
chest. A little way away, Keith scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"It's not the pee that I like," Shiro said, picking Lance up and setting him
away from the puddle. "I like that he came. You cum just fine, you don't need
to do that."
"Sorry."
Shiro handed Lance's clothes to him, "Promise not to do it again?"
"Promise."
Shiro petted his hair, "Good boy."
Once Lance was dressed Shiro handed him a few folded sheets of paper towels,
"Help me clean up."
"Why doesn't he have to?" Lance motioned toward Keith.
"It's our mess," Shiro replied, squatting beside the puddle. "Men take
responsibility. You're a man, aren't you?"
"Yeah," Lance said through pursed lips. He dropped the paper towels into the
puddle and watched the yellow color slowly engulf white.
"Keith, you can go back to your futon if you want," Shiro said.
Keith nodded, yawning, and started to leave.
"Hey Keith," Shiro called out after him.
The boy turned back to look at him, slowing his exit but not coming to a full
stop.
"We're going to be learning how to make mochi outside after nap. Get plenty of
rest."
Keith's face lit up. He loved playing outside and doing hands-on activities.
Wanting to treat his precious little boy, Shiro had suggested making mochi to
Allura a week ago. It was spring, after all. Sakuramochi would be a fun
seasonal treat.
Shiro went back to cleaning. Lance was pulling wads of paper towels off the
roll and dropping them on the puddle until his side was replaced by a soggy
pile of yellowish pulp. Shiro grimaced. He could have just done it himself and
do a better job, but this could be a learning moment for Lance: He made a mess,
he should work to clean it.
"Good job, Lance," Shiro said despite the gross pile. "Thank you for helping me
clean up. Go wash your hands then take a nap."
Lance let out an enthusiastic whoop at being relieved of his cleaning duty and
ran off toward the door.
"In the bathroom, so you don't wake the others!" Shiro called after him, the
words slowing Lance into a jog and changing his trajectory toward the hall. He
chuckled and finished wiping the last of the urine from the floor. At first, he
tried to lift the pile Lance left but it was dripping so, with a disgusted
noise, Shiro dropped it back on the floor and went to retrieve a wastebasket.
He dumped everything - including his own wet pants - into it and pulled the bag
out. He tied it tightly and set it aside, then went to the staff closet to find
his extra pair of pants. Both he and Allura had extra sets of clothes in case a
kid had an accident or got sick.
Once he was dressed and the garbage had been taken to the incinerator, Shiro
opened a window and flopped back onto his chair to think.
How far was he willing to take this? Clearly, it was too late to stop; if it
ever got out he would be arrested and charged all the same, whether he quit his
job and walked away now or played out the full year. At least this way he,
Lance and Keith would have some fun. Besides, if the police dragged him away
Lance and Keith would have some closure. If he vanished they would be confused,
alone, feel abandoned and maybe even used with no way to know why he did what
he did.
All in all, it was better he remained.
Which brought him back to the issue at hand - how far was he willing to go? How
far could he go? Personal boundaries aside, the boys were very small. Were
their pelvic bones even physically wide enough? Shiro made a mental note to
research the issue when he got home.
What about Keith and Lance's opinions? So far they hadn't protested to
anything, but they had limits. With Lance, it would probably be fairly easy to
find his boundaries, but Keith was much more difficult. He wasn't as sexually
expressive as the other boy, nor as easy to please.
I'll have to help him feel more comfortable, Shiro thought. I should be
thinking about now more than the future anyway.
So what was their relationship, exactly? Shiro hesitated to call it dating,
they certainly never went out together. Was it possible to date such young
kids? He wasn't sure. A little older sure, at least he thought so, starting
around seven probably. At five Shiro could not help but feel more like a
caregiver than a peer.
Shiro looked out the window as he thought, watching the wind blow through the
trees. One cherry tree was planted in the front of the building. Shiro found
its pink hue calming.
He found himself thinking about their mouths. He wanted to feel their plump
little lips on his dick but he was not sure they would be keen on it. Children
were largely asexual, Shiro knew this. They enjoyed sexual sensations and
explored one another's bodies in curiosity during secret games of doctor, but
they did not urge to actually engage in reciprocal sex. That being said, from
what Shiro had seen people say online, it was possible to train a child to
engage.
Shiro looked at the clock. He had about five minutes before Allura returned and
started to wake the children. He pushed himself to stand and headed out of the
classroom toward the kitchen to get the mochi ingredients.
 
                                  . . . . . .
                                        
The mallet hit the steaming rice with a dull thwup.
"Fold it," Allura instructed the kid beside her. She was helping one child
handle the rice while Shiro did the heavy lifting on the mallet. He held it so
it was a bit heavy for the kids, but never something they could not manage. He
found it made them feel more like they were really doing it, so they felt more
satisfied.
"Ready?" The boy Shiro was helping wield the mallet asked. The children each
took turns first with the mallet then working the rice.
Allura and the chubby boy pulled their hands away, "Go ahead."
"Ready," Shiro said, easing the mallet higher. "Go!"
The kid swung down with all his might, driving the wooden mallet into the rice
again. Allura and the chubby boy dipped their hands in a bucket of water then
grabbed hold of the rice.
"Fold it."
"Ready, go!"
Thwup.
The next child, a little girl with pigtails, replaced the boy Shiro was
helping. The chubby boy went off to play and the boy Shiro had been helping
took his place.
"Fold it."
"Ready, go!"
Thwup.
Shiro noticed Allura looking at him so he smiled. She returned it, her pretty
face lighting up. She looked particularly beautiful that day, Shiro thought.
The way the sun played off her silver hair was particularly enchanting, like
sparkles of light off freshly-fallen snow. It cascaded down her back, a few
stray strands resting over her shoulders, elegant lines of white that lead his
eyes down the length of her arm. Her hands were so gentle - when she helped
maneuver the children, when she would press her palm to his forearm to give him
an encouraging squeeze, even in the nearly regal way she moved - but they were
also so strong and capable. Those delicate fingers held the child's tiny hands,
pretty brown positioned over the pink-dyed rice, and eased them down against
the warm grains. She carried the brunt of the work, much like Shiro wielding
the mallet, her firm touch folding and pressing the rice while allowing the
child enough room to work it too.
"Ready, go!"
Thwup.
"Fold it."
"Ready, go!"
Thwup.
Shiro thought about their impending date. It had been some time since he went
out, while he was still in college he imagined, so he was rusty. Despite how
often they spoke at work, the prospect of meeting her normally for a casual
outing made him nervous.
Thwup.
His attention was stolen when Lance took the pig-tail girl's place at the
mallet. He looked up at Shiro and smiled, his lovely blue eyes shining in the
sunlight. His little face was so cute! His little baby teeth were almost
perfectly straight, his round cheeks pink from the sun's gentle heat, his cute
little head just barely coming up to Shiro's hip.
Lance grabbed the mallet and Shiro softly covered the boy's hands with his own,
savoring the feel of Lance's tiny hands against his larger palms. He eased his
grip, letting the mallet sag until Lance's hands gripped it harder.
"Wow, it's heavy," Lance remarked.
"It's heavy and you're lifting it," Shiro congratulated him. "You'll be as big
and strong as me soon!"
Lance's eye grew wide, "Really?"
Shiro nodded and Allura said, "Whenever you're ready."
"Ready," Shiro said, helping the boy lift the mallet. "Go!"
Thwup.
After all the children had a change both hammering and folding, Shiro and
Allura took over while the kids ran off to play. If they kept up their earlier
pace, pounding the rice would have taken the rest of the day. Shiro felt a bead
of sweat trickle down the back of his neck. It was cool enough outside but
working the mallet for so long was tiring nonetheless. At least the time he
spent at the gym was paying off.
Those hours were paying off in another way. Despite her attempts to be
discreet, Shiro saw Allura's eyes traveling across his arms and chest. She
looked almost mesmerized, Shiro thought with a small sense of satisfaction. He
was not vain by any means, but he did put effort into his appearance. It was
nice having someone so beautiful appreciate it.
"I think it's done," Allura said, stretching the mochi to check the
consistency.
"Thank goodness," Shiro joked, setting the mallet on the ground beside himself.
"I was starting to worry you'd work me to death."
"I'm sure you could handle it," Allura said with a smirk then turned to call
the children back over to help.
 
                                  . . . . . .
 
All the kids sat with their teachers on the grass eating sakuramochi ice cream.
Allura sat on a blanket encircled by children. Her hands moved animatedly as
she told them a story. Shiro chuckled from his place under the shade of a tree
when she made a dramatic expression, her voice taking on a higher pitched,
scratchy sound as she spoke the monster's lines.
Shiro took a deep breath, just enjoying the scent of fresh spring air, and
slowly exhaled. Being here, tucked away from the bustle of the city with only
the wind rustling through the trees, feeling the tender grass press against the
palm of his free hand. Allura's voice floating through the air, followed
shortly by cheers, giggles and excited squeals of children. It was like heaven.
He bit into his mochi and enjoyed the cold sensation against his lips, the
smooth texture of mochi and ice cream, the gently sweet flavor.
He checked his watch and stood, popping the last of the pink treat into his
mouth. Allura noticed him so she stood up as well, telling the children to
finish their treats and get ready to go inside. With Allura at the head and
Shiro following the line of children, they filed back toward the building to
clean up and get ready for the end of the day.
He was halfway into the building when Shiro realized Keith hadn't joined the
line. He was so distracted thinking of Allura that he assumed a child in the
front of the line was him but, after a closer look, he realized it was actually
a girl.
Shiro looked across the grassy area and saw Keith across the way, kneeling down
and looking at the ground. Just what was that boy doing, he wondered.
"Allura, go on ahead. I've got to get Keith," Shiro said before strolling
across the yard toward where Keith sat.
"Alright, we'll just be getting cleaned up," Allura said, holding the door open
for the children to file inside.
When Shiro got close enough, he could hear him muttering in frustration.
"What's wrong, Keith?"
"Dropped it," Keith said without looking up.
As Shiro approached him his shadow cast long across the ground, the dark
splotch sliding over the ground then up and over to shroud Keith. "You dropped
your mochi?"
"Yeah," Keith huffed and Shiro saw the squished blob lying on the ground, pink
cherry ice cream leaking out into the grass.
Shiro kneeled down beside Keith and stayed quiet a moment. Keith's little hands
were balled into tight fists and his expression was tense, like he was
struggling to hold a tantrum at bay. He had ice cream smeared across his cheek
and lips and his hands were sticky with it. After a while Shiro spoke, "You're
angry."
Keith nodded.
Shiro moved his hand between Keith's view and the ruined mochi, and once he had
the boy's attention he lifted his hand toward his face. Keith's eyes followed
him instinctively. Now that Shiro had redirected his attention away from the
stressor, he smiled gently. "It's okay to feel angry."
Keith stared at him in confusion. Knowing the boy's temper at his other school,
Shiro assumed nobody had ever told him that. They treated his temper as
something to be stamped down and destroyed. To Shiro, it was something to
refine and control. Anger, when handled correctly, could become a productive
passion. He wanted that for Keith.
"I know you're angry, and that's okay," Shiro reiterated. "I get angry too
sometimes."
"You do?"
Shiro nodded, "When I'm angry, I remember something my dad used to tell me."
Keith stared looked up at him, the mochi totally forgotten, his attention
solely on his teacher.
"Patience yields focus," Shiro recited and petted Keith's hair when a look of
confusion crossed the boy's face. "Do you know what that means?"
Keith shook his head.
"Well, it means that when you're angry, you should slow down. It's okay to be
angry, it's okay to feel, but you can control how you use those feelings. If
you wait, if you're patient, you can put those feelings to good use." Shiro
explained.
Keith furrowed his eyebrows and thought about it for a while. Shiro stayed
quiet, allowing the boy to parse meaning from his words. After a while, Keith
seemed satisfied with his understanding. He looked up at Shiro and said, "I
won't get in trouble?"
"For being mad?"
Keith nodded.
"Of course not," Shiro assured him, taking one of those small, sticky hands in
his own. "I would never punish you for your emotions. Feelings aren't good or
bad, Keith. Only actions can be."
Shiro glanced toward the school and, sure everyone was inside, he pressed his
lips to Keith's knuckles.
"These hands," he said, kissing them again. He let his tongue poke past his
lips and run over the warm flesh. "Are so sweet, just like you."
"That's because there's ice cream on them," Keith giggled at the silliness of
what Shiro had said.
"Even without it, they're sweet," Shiro mused, fanning the boy's finger's out.
He slipped his little index finger into his mouth and sucked the ice cream from
it, relishing the sticky, sweet and salty flavor.
Keith laughed, "That feels gross."
Shiro released the boy's finger and, with one more glance at the school, he
leaned forward and licked the sweetness from Keith's lips. He placed a tiny
peck of a kiss there and backed away. When he stood up he gently pulled Keith
up with him.
"Are you still angry?" He asked.
"No," Keith said, looking down at the mochi. Ants were already crawling across
it.
"That's good to hear," Shiro said, smiling down at him. They started toward the
school so Keith could get cleaned up.
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