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[bde]

[ Shiro loves Keith. It's a bone-deep thing by now, all tied up with pride and admiration, something that sparks from the warmth of a hearth fire into a blaze with very little provocation – and increasingly at very inconvenient times.

Shiro loves Keith, loves all that passion and forward motion. The problem is when forward isn't something the world doesn't immediately provide. Getting Keith to stay in the hospital wing until the doctors were satisfied with his recovery had been hard enough. Now that he's fully recovered and active, he's... well. A handful. The immediate threat to Earth has been contained, the people who'd been in Galra camps have been collected and brought to safety, and all the work that needs doing now is planning and organizing. Pidge has thrown herself into working on new designs with the rest of the Holts, Hunk and his family are eyes-deep in helping the freed prisoners, and Lance is introducing aliens to the way things work on earth in an effort that Shiro is pretty sure started out as an attempt to take Allura on a date. Shiro himself is still learning his way around Atlas, who despite being the size of a small moon had started reacting to his thoughts with all the enthusiasm of a new puppy until he had to get a “casual” prosthetic that doesn't amplify the connection. Keith, though – Keith seems to chafe against the new setting, fighting against the borders of this new way of doing things until he's sharp and snappish in a way that he'd left behind some time ago. Shiro's pretty sure Griffin was cruising for another beating at their last meeting, and there's not really much they can do short of letting Keith off the leash to get back into space and burn some of it off – which is something Shiro isn't willing to consider, not after they've spent so long apart and in danger.

So he does the only thing he can think to do. After the next outburst, he asks Keith for a moment of his time, leads him into an empty office, and slams him up against the door to kiss him with bruising force. ]

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[feralistic]

[ keith has never been great at the waiting and planning stages of any battle.

sure, he's learned how to temper all of that instinct and passion inside of himself into something that he can control, but he still feels most suited to a battlefield. he's a soldier, not some kind of diplomat, and all of this discussion and planning and milling around just waiting for something to happen makes keith feel like he's going to itch right out of his skin.

but he tries, he really does. his younger self probably would have been in a fistfight with griffin and a shouting match with iverson by day two, but keith throws himself into combat training and workouts every morning and every night just to burn some of the edge off. he shows up for the meetings he needs to, he shakes hands with all the visiting dignitaries he's required to honor or impress, and he keeps all of his excess energy buttoned down and contained so that he can behave the way the black paladin of voltron is expected to.

still, it's not enough.

(not nearly enough, and sometimes he entertains idle fantasies of stealing a ship and taking off into the far reaches of space or begging kolivan for some kind of random special assignment for the blades --)

and when shiro pulls him aside the next time keith loses his cool and snaps at some visiting diplomat from another galaxy who asks (for the tenth time) if the galra are really that much of a threat, keith is just about ready to tell him that this isn't working out. that he's trying, he really is, but this isn't who he is, and he can't go on pretending forever, and --

then shiro slams him up against the door and kisses him in a way that knocks the air right out of his lungs, and keith forgets every single word of the speech he was gearing up for. ]

[bde]

[ Shiro's not sure what he was expecting, but Keith doesn't jump out of his skin or push back, so he figures that's good. He grabs Keith's wrists and presses his hands to the door above his head, keeping their mouths pressed together, and then has a better idea. Keith's bigger now, yes, taller and broader in a way that makes Shiro's mouth water and stomach heat any time he thinks about it too much, but he's not so big that Shiro can't grab him by the back of his thighs and hoist him upward, pressing Keith's back to the door and himself between Keith's thighs.

It's already good. Sure, his plan had been to try and knock a little of that restless fury out of Keith, to buy him a little calm and get everyone else a break, but they also haven't had a whole lot of time for themselves. Keith can be... distracting.

Already, Shiro's reaching to unfasten the wide belt of the garrison uniform, letting it fall to the floor with a clunk so he can get a hand up and under it. He breaks the kiss with a bite to Keith's lip, just for a moment. ]

Just so we're clear? This isn't a reward for your behavior.

[ And then he's right back in again, his mouth at Keith's neck this time and the hand under his ass giving it a form squeeze. ]

[feralistic]

[ the way shiro presses keith's hands above his head is enough to make him groan out a low sound into the older man's mouth, arching and wriggling just to test the hold. shiro doesn't give him an inch, and that's enough to make keith's blood heat in his veins.

so, no, keith isn't particularly inclined to push back.

instead, he wraps his legs snugly around shiro's waist when the other man hoists him up, arching his spine up in a clear invitation when one of shiro's hands finds its way under the shirt of his uniform. it's been too long since they've had a chance to be together like this -- their different responsibilities keep pulling them in opposite directions, and missing shiro is an almost physical ache that gnaws beneath his skin.

and this? it's like an addict finally getting his fix.

he snorts at the comment, even as he drops his head back to give shiro better access to the tender skin of his throat. ] So it's a punishment?

[ he squeezes his legs around the other man's waist, enough to press the bulge in shiro's uniform slacks a little more firmly against his ass. ] Didn't know that's what got you hard.

[bde]

[ Not a reward, he said, and yet when Keith squeezes him between his legs that way Shiro's not nearly strong enough to resist rocking into it, rolling himself against the firm heat of Keith's body. It takes all his willpower to actually undo Keith shirt instead of misusing his prosthetic to tear it off him, after all. ]

Not punishment. I thought maybe I could tire a little of the smartass out of you.

[ And Keith bares his neck so obligingly that Shiro can't help biting there, dragging teeth over soft flesh and dragging his tongue it their wake, moaning at the familiar taste of his skin. ]

Sounds like I've got my work cut out for me.

[feralistic]

[ he's almost disappointed when shiro still has the presence of mind to undo the shirt of his uniform neatly instead of just tearing it impatiently off him, but. the idea is whisked away when shiro bites down on his throat, and keith moans at the sharp pain-pleasure sensation that sizzles up into his skull.

still --

keith has enough of his wits about him to feel a little abashed at the comment, because he knows exactly which instance warranted this particular... encounter. ] ... it's not like I was wrong. That guy was a jackass.

[bde]

[ Listen, they're at war! Time and materials are tight! He can't just go shredding Garrison property!

At least, that's Shiro's theory, until he lifts Keith away from the door to deposit him on a desk and forgets to undo the button on Keith's pants before he pulls them away. Oops. Even the ping of the wayward button, the scream of a zipper and the faint tearing of fabric isn't going to put him off, not now. ]

And you're still talking about him. A guy could take offense here, Keith.

[feralistic]

[ that's more like it.

he's always hated the standard-issue slacks, anyway. ]

So shut me up. [ with a little upward tip of his chin in challenge, a little grin to show he's playing. ]

[bde]

I don't want to shut you up. I just want to calm you down.

[ And maybe that's not quite in keeping with the game they're playing here, but it's true. As much as Keith's mood is becoming a problem for other people, it's the fact that it's a problem for Keith that's Shiro's biggest concern. Still, he's smirking as he peels out of his top layers, leaving him looming over the desk in front of the one person he's comfortable being shirtless around with all his scars. ]

If I end up having to carry out out of here, I'm gonna call that a win.

get it bc he's thirsty

[feralistic]

[ that's a tall order in the face of all the restless energy trying to claw its way out from inside him, and keith is more than willing to tell shiro so --

but the older man strips off his top, and... well. no matter how many times he sees it, the sight of shiro will never stop being enough to leave keith speechless. the broadness of his shoulders in contrast to the slim taper of his waist, the muscle definition that moves fluidly underneath his skin --

it makes that need in him intensify into something that's nearly unbearable, and he doesn't even bother replying as he reaches up to drag shiro down to him for another greedy kiss. ]

get u a tall glass of daddy

[bde]

[ Shiro was fully expecting a smart comeback there, so even with the pushiness Keith exhibits in hauling him down like that he's willing to count it as a partial success. Then again, neither of them have ever been much of partial anything - not when you could have it all.

It's a little more work than it needs to be to wrench off Keith's boots so he can strip away his underwear and what remains of his pants, because Shiro's not prepared to stop kissing him in the process. But then Keith is bare and needy in front of him, and Shiro reaches down to take him in hand with a few firm strokes. ]

What do you think, baby? How many times do I need to make you come to stop you putting Iverson's other eye out?

a juice pack of daddy

[feralistic]

[ shiro seems to have the whole thing with his boots and pants well enough in hand, so keith doesn't bother to stop kissing him long enough to help out. there's a hunger there that makes it obvious that shiro wants him just as badly, and even though shiro's never been particularly shy about making that fact known, this confirmation still sends a little thrill of heat all the way through keith.

but then shiro reaches down and wraps one big, warm hand around him, and keith is powerless to stop himself from rocking his hips up into that touch with a breathless little moan. ]

Guess you'll have to -- [ cutting himself off with a sharp exhale, because it's been too long since he even took this particular matter into his own hands. and shiro calls him baby, sweet and warm, and the way keith's stomach twists with that weird mix of pleased and embarrassed only adds to all the tension already starting to coil up at the pit of his belly. ] -- ... see for yourself.

good for squeezin'

[bde]

[ That's more like what he expected, and his grin is a flash of white before he dips his head to catch Keith's nipple between his teeth and tug gently. Challenge accepted. ]

Don't forget to count.

[ And that's about the limit of Shiro's patience for banter right now, when there's much better things he could be doing with his mouth. A fun fact: gag reflex is more of a mental thing than physical, meaning that even in a clone body it's no effort at all for Shiro to work past the unyielding hardness of Keith's cock, pushing until he feels his nose bump against Keith's body and the pressure of Keith in his throat. Fuck, but he's missed this. ]

[feralistic]

[ keith barely even has time to process where shiro is going before the other man takes him all the way down to the root, and the sudden wet squeeze of shiro's throat around his cock is enough to make him cry out hoarsely. his heels meet the desk with a muffled clang as he tries mindlessly to find a foothold, already rocking his hips up like he's trying to press himself impossibly deeper. ]

Shiro, fuck, that's --

[ good. wonderful. amazing. perfect.

but his vocabulary has all but failed him, and he tapers off with a strangled moan. ]

[bde]

[ Shiro knows. It doesn't stop him from humming low in a way that would be a laugh if there was any room for that, and he pulls back - cruelly, criminally, all the way back - before he grabs Keith's hands and puts them on his shoulders. He flicks his tongue over the spit-shiny head of Keith's dick before he sucks him right down again, but -

well, this isn't about letting Keith do as he pleases. it's about doing to him, for him, so Shiro plants one hand under the small of Keith's back and rises, lifting Keith as he does until he curled back in on himself and his feet don't reach the desk. It means sacrificing some of the depth he had, sure, but it also means there's not a lot Keith can do other than grab at Shiro while he does his job. ]

[feralistic]

[ even just the sight of shiro tonguing at the head of his dick is enough to send another one of those heady waves of desire all the way through keith; his nails dig at the older man's broad shoulders as he clutches at him there, the muscles in his stomach fluttering and straining as --

but shiro lifts him before keith even gets the chance to try to thrust deeper into the wet temptation of shiro's mouth, and he can't help a low noise of frustration. it's never been easy for him to just lie back and have something done to him; he wants to do something for shiro in return, to reciprocate, to keep this from being such a onesided (undeserved) lavishment of affection. ]

[bde]

[ It's tough to smirk with a dick in your mouth, but that doesn't stop he expression from traveling to Shiro's eyes at the little growl Keith makes. Not that Keith has a very good view of that with Shiro bent over him as he is, but they know each other well enough by now that he'd be willing to bet Keith can feel the smugness coming off him. And once he's up like that it's relatively easy for Shiro to shift his grip until he's holding Keith up with one arm locked around his hips - easy enough that he doesn't even have to pull his mouth away from where he sucks with cheek-hollowing pressure. He uses the left arm for it, knowing Keith likes to look at him, knowing it'll show the tense and swell of muscle used to keep him there - and it frees up his right hand to swipe at his own mouth, gathering a sheen of spit before he strokes them behind Keith's balls with teasing pressure.

He'll pay for this later, probably, when Keith gets into a position that gives him more control. It's worth it. Hell, he's looking forward to it. ]

what if this was keith's sex face

[feralistic]

[ fuck.

keith arches helplessly in shiro's hold, frustrated and turned on all at once by the show shiro is putting on for him and the fact that he can't do anything to respond. and even though they're long past the point where he feels like he needs to prove himself here, it's still a little embarrassing that he's already so close to the edge.

and then shiro rubs two fingers against that sweet spot behind his balls, and keith's failing efforts to keep himself together come apart all at once. he comes with a strangled shout, one hand fisting a grip of shiro's hair as his muscles tense and strain through his orgasm. it hits him with all the force of a roundhouse punch from the atlas -- his vision is left dotted with little stars in its wake, and he can feel the little tremble in his muscles as he starts to come unwound again. ]

shiro would still love him

[bde]

[ That's it, that's what Shiro was after. Faster than he might have expected, but that's only proof that it's been too long since they did this - maybe this little experiment of his is just making up for his own mistakes, here. maybe he can get that built into the rules around here - give the captain of the Atlas sufficient time every day to get the Black Paladin off at least once, and everyone's lives will be easier.

He's smiling at the thought as he pulls off, slow and gentle with one final kiss to the base of Keith's dick, still holding him up as he strokes his free hand indulgently over Keith's side. ]

Forgetting something?

TRUE LOVE

[feralistic]

[ keith slumps back bonelessly against the arm shiro is using to support him, blinking muzzily at the ceiling as he comes back down from that high. everything happened so suddenly that he's still reeling -- he'd gone from fuming about a meeting to having his dick sucked by the love of his life in the span of about thirty seconds, so. ]

... thanks?

[ it's the best he can come up with. ]

[bde]

[ Flattering. Shiro laughs low in his throat as he gently lowers Keith's hips back to the surface of the desk, still rubbing over his side as he leans down to kiss him. It's softer than it was before, at the door, but that's not saying much; it's still a hungry thing, seeking, full of tongue and teeth. ]

One.

[ Because if Keith thought this was a joke, or that Shiro was going to let him have time to recover, he was badly mistaken. He pulls a small bottle from his pocket, slicks his fingers and starts the wet circling that acts as prelude to working Keith open with very little disregard for the fact that doing so requires him to hold his poor, stunned boyfriend's leg up himself. ]

[feralistic]

[ keith lets out a low groan as shiro leans down to kiss him, already trying to push himself up to meet him despite the post-orgasm wobble in his muscles. no matter how much he gets of shiro, it never seems like enough --

and as if shiro reads his mind, keith jolts a little with surprise at the feeling of two of his boyfriend's fingers already starting to press against him, teasing at the act of working him open.

it's not like he's complaining about where this is going, but --

keith still tries to push himself up into a better sitting position, breaking the kiss to mount a protest. ] Wait, I haven't even done anything for you --

[ if shiro wants to make him come his brains out, that's absolutely fine, but!! this feels a little (undeservedly) one-sided!! ]

[bde]

[ Aw, that's cute. Shiro's own erection is currently trapped against his thigh by his trousers, but it's very definitely there, hot and hard when he take Keith's hand and presses it there for demonstration purposes. ]

Trust me, this is doing plenty for me.

[ Which is reason enough to then move Keith's hand back to the desk, and to slip one finger in to help press the message home. ]

I can't stop thinking about you, baby. I should have done this sooner. I want to take care of you. I want to make you feel so good you forget everything else.

[feralistic]

[ oh.

shiro takes keith's hand and presses it against his dick, and just the feeling of him is enough to make keith flush with heat. already, he wants to wriggle into a position where he can get those trousers off --

but shiro moves his hand back to the desk and presses a finger into him in the same breath, and keith's protest dies away with a little keening sound of want. it makes him crazy when shiro talks to him like this -- voice warm and rough, telling keith that he wants him. already, one finger isn't enough, and keith is rolling his hips down impatiently against shiro's hand just to get more. ]

Need you inside me, Shiro, s'been too long.

[bde]

God, it really has.

[ Patience may yield focus, but Shiro is plenty focused right now. So when Keith rolls against his hand in silent demand Shiro presses a second finger into him without further preamble, works them in slow determination until he can add a third. No matter how many times they do this it's dizzying and intense, and the feel of Keith so hot and tight around his touch makes him moan and his dick twitch in his pants. ]

You always feel so good, babe. You're like a dream.

I NEED SLUTTIER ICONS

[feralistic]

[ everything about shiro is big, including his fingers, and by the time shiro has worked him up to taking a third, keith's dick has found its second wind. he's panting, voice breaking around low moans each time shiro presses in deep, rocking his hips down against the other pilot's hand to match his rhythm.

he did need this. their separate roles have kept them so busy that they haven't had much time for anything like this -- and a quick fuck in the showers to tide them over is nothing compared to shiro really taking the time to take him apart. it isn't even a surprise that shiro recognizes the need in him before keith did; it's always been that way for them, this ability to read each other in a way that keith has never known, never dreamed of. ]

Let me show you how good I can make you feel. [ the need in his voice makes the mix of seduction and pleading clear enough; shiro is too far away to kiss, too far away to touch. and while his fingers are good, it's nothing compared to the feeling of shiro sheathed to the hilt inside of him -- keith is greedy for it, aching. ] Fuck me, Shiro, c'mon.