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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]

[ 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

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[ 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

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[ 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 --

[bde]

[ Keith's nails score lines over Shiro's back, and he hisses with the sweet burn of it. That'll leave a mark, and he thinks - good. Good. He wants to feel it, wants to carry the marks of Keith's passion with him under his clothes, to think of him like this every time the starched fabric of his uniform brushes him wrong. Keith'll feel it, too, if Shiro's doing his job right - which the way Keith falls back against the desk, thumping his head and still crying out suggests he probably is. He takes hold of Keith's hips, uses them to pull Keith down onto him to meet every thrust and aches as the sweet press of him. ]

Yes, Keith. Gonna give you just what you need, baby. You're so good, so good like this. I don't ever want to be anywhere but inside you.

don't forget about his sex face

[feralistic]

[ shiro takes hold of his hips, and already keith knows he'll wear a circlet of bruises there for the next few days. the thought floods his system with another wave of heat; it'll be tangible proof of just how badly shiro wanted him, proof of what they did together. he wants shiro to leave a roadmap of marks on him, wants to stumble out of this room with his skin broadcasting clearly what they've done.

it hasn't even been that long since keith came, but shiro knows damn well what he's doing. every thrust is angled right up against his prostrate, and his pace is relentless and without mercy. he knows how to take keith to pieces when he wants to, knows every button to push and every move to make, and being known by someone this intimately is intoxicating --

keith is coming again almost before he even realizes it, voice breaking around another choked off cry of shiro's name. and when his body clenches in an effort to wring the orgasm out of him, it just makes shiro feel that much bigger inside of him; keith mewls a mindless little noise at it, overwhelmed and nearly out of his mind. it should be impossible for one person to feel this good; it should be impossible for one person to make him feel this good. ]

[bde]

[ Keith comes and Shiro has to slow his movement, the sudden clench of Keith around him driving him right up to the edge. He doesn't stop, though - he rocks him through it, the battering pace of earlier reduced to a roll as he watches Keith come down, thumbing over his hipbone. ]

Count it.

[ It's firm, cocky. Almost gloating, because he knows what Keith's like but it never stop being incredible to see him this way. He's a gift, he's a joy, and he belongs to Shiro. Who wouldn't get a little drunk off that? He slips one hand up to trace a tight circle around one of Keith's nipples, ends the loop with a little pinch. ]

Count it, Keith.

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[ keith doesn't actually catch that first command -- he's halfway in space, muscles still twitching with little post-orgasmic electric shocks. he knows that shiro says something, and he blinks muzzily in an effort to clear the fog away long enough to string a coherent thought together.

but that sharp tweak to his nipple is enough to bring him back down to earth, and he lets out a little hiss in response to that sizzle of pain-pleasure. ]

T-Two.

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[ Keith counts, sounding hazy and fucked out, and Shiro smiles down at him indulgently. It's good that he did what he was asked -

and good that he strung it together, proving that he's with it enough for Shiro to keep going. ]

That's my boy. That's my good boy.

[ He reaches to cradle Keith's face in the palm of his hand, runs his thumb over the swell of Keith's lip.

And then he pulls out, grips Keith by the hips and flips him on the desk, sparing barely a moment for a possessive pat to the firm little ass now facing him before he pushes in again. ]

[feralistic]

[ it used to embarrass him whenever shiro lavished praise on him, but now? the sound of it just makes him croon a low, pleased noise, leaning into the warmth of shiro's palm as the other pilot cradles his cheek.

he's so blissed out that he doesn't actually put together the fact that shiro hasn't come, so it's that much more of surprise when shiro pulls out and flips him over. keith only barely manages to catch himself with an elbow, rousted rudely from the haze of his afterglow by the sudden change in position. and he's just about to turn and ask shiro what he's doing when -- ]

Nnnh! [ shiro presses back into him all over again, filling him up and sliding up against all those poor, overstimulated nerves, and keith jolts like he's been shocked. his head snaps up as his back arches, toes curling against the floor as he whines a hoarse noise between his teeth. it's right on the verge of being just a little too much, too soon -- but that makes it better for him, and shiro knows it. there's always been a part of keith that thrills at walking that delicate line between pain and pleasure, in sensations so bright and sharp that his body doesn't know what to make of them. this is overload, danger lights flashing in the cockpit, and he loves it. ] F-Fuck, I can't, t-too soon --

[bde]

Need a break?

[ It's quiet and warm, but Shiro doesn't pull out while he asks. He knows by now that in the right mood, Keith thrives on this. On being pushed to his absolute limit and then just a little beyond. So Shiro rubs one big hand at the small of Keith's back, presses a thumb into one of the little matching dips there, and rocks in slow and deep until his hips are pressed flush to the curve of Keith's ass. Slow, for now, as much for his own desire not to lose it immediately as for Keith's oversensitive body. ]

Tell me to stop and I'll stop, baby. If you don't say it, I'm gonna see if we can get you to three.

[ Pacing it out, relishing the slow slide of it and the sight of himself buried in Keith as he waits for a reply. ]

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[ keith knows.

knows that shiro would stop in a heartbeat if keith said the word, no protest and no questions asked. knows that shiro wouldn't think twice about the fact that he hasn't even gotten off yet, would never (in a million years) obligate keith to return the favor, wouldn't even begrudge him for the abrupt end to this game they're playing. and keith loves him for that -- loves him so much it hurts, an ache in his chest that's sharp in the best of ways.

but keith also knows what he can take, and he knows he's not quite there yet. he's at his limit, sure, but there's the thrill of the space just across that line that calls to him. the point where he breaks, where he loses his grip on things he doesn't even know he's holding onto. it's almost like driving the hoverbike off a cliff -- there's the ingrained instinct to brake, but if you can push past it? the exhilarating thrill of a free fall. ]

... I can do it. [ and he rolls his hips a little to punctuate, his next breath tearing out of him in a gasp as shiro's cock shifts inside him. then he flicks a look over his shoulder, meeting shiro's gaze through the sweaty mess of his bangs. ] Give it to me, Shiro.

[bde]

[ God, he's beautiful. Flushed and sweaty and looking back at Shiro with an expression that feels like a challenge, and despite all his talk about fucking the sass out of Keith it makes Shiro's heart soar. This is why they're so good together, this is why they're perfect - it's that urge to push the limits, that hunger for more, and Shiro's never had anyone who'd be with him in that every step of the way. Keith's right by his side for every moment of it and pulling him ahead whenever Shiro feels as though he might fall behind. They make each other better. And maybe it's stupid to have those thoughts now, to be so stricken with love over what really amounts to a sneaky rough fuck in an abandoned office, but Shiro's been stupid for Keith for a long time now. Why would he fight that when it feels like this? ]

Yeah you can.

[ It's warm, full of pride and love and the rampant, untamed lust Keith inspires in him, and he channels all of that into the deep snap of his hips. ]

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Shiro!

[ his head snaps back as shiro fucks into him deep, a hoarse shout tearing out of him. keith is swimming in a jumbled sea of sensation; he feels everything so much more like this -- the callouses on shiro's hands against his skin, the little bead of sweat that snakes down his cheek and drips off his chin, the way shiro's cock stretches him full when the other man bottoms out inside him. it's heaven and it's hell and it's perfect, and keith can't imagine anyone but shiro being able to do this to him.

he swears raggedly under his breath, clutching at the desk and not even noticing that his grip is starting to warp the plastic underneath his fingers. he feels the way he does sometimes during a battle; everything is starting to sharpen into intense and brilliant points of focus, the unnecessary parts of the world blurring into the background as his senses ramp up into overdrive. it feels like there's something inside of him that he's starting to lose control of, something feral and wild that wants off its leash, and he's too distracted with how perfectly shiro is fucking his brains out to really process what's happening. ]