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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]

[ 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.

I DEMAND SLUTTY KEEFS

[bde]

[ Jesus Christ. Wanting Keith isn't exactly new, but seeing him like this - naked over the desk, panting and moaning, rocking against Shiro's fingers in a way that makes it feel as if he's pulling Shiro in deeper - well, it makes Shiro glad he had the foresight to jerk off this morning in preparation, otherwise the risk of sloppily disappointing the love of his life within the first 10 seconds would be terrifyingly high.

As it is, he manages to fumble his trousers open one-handed, foregoes actually removing them in favor of simply jerking them down far enough to free the important bits (and oh, after all of this just the feeling of his cock springing free from his underwear, heavy and aching, is enough to make him moan). Finally - finally - he eases his fingers free, watching shamelessly as he does. And he'd like to say something equally sexy for Keith, play along with the enticing lilt of his voice as he slicks himself up, but the need in his is boiling now, something hot and liquid low in his belly. So instead he says -]

Yeah

[ and pushes in. ]

[feralistic]

[ the empty ache as shiro pulls his fingers free is only soothed by the knowledge that keith is getting exactly what he wants -- he props himself up just enough to watch as shiro hastily undoes his trousers and gives his dick a few slick pumps, purring out a low sound at just the sight of him.

as shiro moves to settle himself into position between keith's legs, keith reaches up to throw an arm over his shoulders -- as much to steady himself as it is just for the sheer pleasure of touching him, splaying the fingers of his hand across shiro's back.

and then shiro presses forward, presses into him, and the feeling of it sizzles through him like lightning. keith throws his head back with a sharp cry, heedless of the danger of anyone being close enough to hear. already he's wrapping one leg around shiro's back, heel pressed into the small of the other pilot's back like he's trying to urge him deeper. (or maybe just keep him there forever, because he never feels as whole as he does when shiro is inside him --) ]

You feel so good, Shiro, fuck, yes -- [ a mindless spill of words, of praise, reaching greedily up for shiro. he wants to hold him, wants to kiss him, wants to be closer. ]

[bde]

[ It's so instant. He's barely inside before Keith is surging up to him, pulling him close, and that's more than enough to tell him what pace to set here. He holds Keith firmly at the back of his head, kisses him deep - and then draws all the way back to fuck into him, hard. ]

So greedy. I love it. You're driving me crazy.

[ Keith always makes him crazy, in the best of ways. He's so pliant like this, hot and demanding, and whether it's just being relaxed from his earlier orgasm or sheer need he's ready in a way that makes him so easy to rock into, every press of it sending sensation sizzling up Shiro's spine to set off sparklerbursts of pleasure in his brain. ]

[feralistic]

[ shiro gives him exactly what he needs, and it's so perfect that keith is almost lost in it. that kiss sears all the way down to the tips of his fingers and toes, firm enough to leave his lips tingling from the pressure when shiro pulls away again. and the pace shiro sets when he starts fucking into him is almost bruising; the slap of skin against skin is audible, and the force and depth behind each thrust is enough to make keith's toes curl. the nails of one hand rake little pink lines up shiro's back, while the other is devoted to a white-knuckled grip on the edge of the desk just to keep himself from sliding backwards.

keith arches just as shiro thrusts home inside him again, and the angle they make together drives shiro perfectly against that spot inside him. he nearly sobs with how good it feels, the back of his head hitting the surface of the desk with a dull thunk as his spine arcs into a bow. ]

Fuck, Takashi, please --