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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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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.

[feralistic]

[ 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.

[bde]

[ 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. ]

[feralistic]

[ 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. ]

[feralistic]

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. ]

[bde]

Fuck, yes.

[ It's halfway to a growl. Keith feels so good - always feels good, but it's incredible like this, when he's half-wild with it and still demanding more. There's something about it that sings through Shiro's veins, making him feel alive and electric. Invincible.

He slips one hand up to the back of Keith's head, weaves his fingers into the soft fall of his hair there and makes a fist, tugs his head up a little. It's not hard, by any means, just enough to give the suggestion, a little burn. Everything in him is screaming for Keith and he wants to make Keith scream the same way, so he thrusts mercilessly into him and damn the poor souls who might be passing by. ]

You're so good like this. Look at you, taking it so well. Like you were made for me. You're the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen, and you're all mine.

[feralistic]

[ shiro fists a hand in his hair and tugs his head back, and keith snarls a feral sound in response. but not because the feeling is unwelcome -- if anything, he leans into it just a little bit more, seeking out the sting and hissing a low sound when he finds it. it's addictive, the way just that little bit of pain sharpens all the pleasure, brings it into focus.

and like everything else isn't enough, shiro goes back to lavishing him with praise, and the words make him feel like he's going to burn up from the inside out. especially when shiro calls him mine -- the sound of it makes that heat at the pit of his belly flutter and coil in a way that makes him cry out sharply, muscles clenching helplessly as a shudder runs the length of his spine.

he wants to be good, he wants to take it, he wants to belong utterly to shiro -- and he tries to prove it by bracing one hand against the sweat-slick surface of the desk and trying to push backwards into those thrusts.

another moment or two ago, and the idea of another orgasm would've seemed like a pipe dream, but. his dick is hard and aching between his legs all over again, dripping little splatters of precome on the desk whenever shiro's thrusts rock him forward hard. he can feel that tension in him starting to wind, but the climb up towards his peak is almost tortuous -- he wants to come again because he wants to be good for shiro (so good), but he's nearly tapped out and straining to get there. he needs more (impossibly) when he's already getting everything, and that desperate tension is so sharp and good and terrible all at once that his next ragged breath comes out almost like a sob. ]

Yours, yours, fuck, Shiro, I need it -- [ biting down hard on his lower lip, teeth sharp enough now to draw blood. ]

[bde]

[ Oh, hell. Shiro feels Keith clenching around him, sees that shudder shivering its way up his body, and he moans low and needy at the sight of it. His need is coiled tight in him, hot and ready, but then Keith says I need it and that becomes the single, pinpoint focus of all the burning urgency rippling through Shiro. He brings his hand down below Keith's hip, in teasing promising distance of his cock, leans until his mouth is by Keith's ear. ]

You want it? You got one more for me, baby? I'll give it to you. Let me hear you ask nicely.

[ And he breathes Keith in, maybe a mistake when everything about him is so intoxicating and Shiro's trying to see this out to the very end. Even fucking into Keith at the pace he is, he can feel the way the closeness of it makes his cock throb with need. He's lucky, so lucky to have Keith, and this is how he can show his gratitude and his devotion - by being his safe haven, the place he can come utterly to pieces and know he'll be put back together with care and love, treasured like he deserves. ]

i honestly don't have an icon slutty enough

[feralistic]

Yeah --

[ and it's a choked sound, practically a mewl, because everything in him is pulled so tight that he's sure he's going to break. ask nicely, shiro says, and just the sound of the demand is enough to make keith's cock twitch. ]

Shiro -- [ but that's not right, and keith knows it. there's that last little knot of resistance inside him, something like pride that he could never abandon for anyone but shiro, and struggling to tear it loose is part of this wild thrill. he's at war with himself, torn between need and that lone wolf instinct not to ever let himself need anyone this badly, that cord of tension pulling tighter and tighter until --

shiro jerks him back sharply into his next thrust, slamming home so perfectly into keith that the sound that gets ripped out of him is very nearly a howl. and there's that feeling of everything inside of him crumbling, all that tension and struggle getting washed away in a torrent of mindless, blissful need. ] Daddy!

Make me come for you, I need it so bad, Daddy, please, I've been so good -- [ begging in a way he never would for anyone but shiro, never would be able to except for this breaking point shiro has dragged him to. giving over to it, losing himself to it, and it's so fucking good. ] I'm so close, fuck, please --

i guess this is my nut face now

[bde]

Oh, fuck.

[ There's a single, crystalline moment when Shiro feels he's come unmoored, when he's adrift in something he can't hope to control, everything around him blinding bright. He freezes, just in that single moment -

and then the world comes rushing back in, and it's all Keith. Breathless, gasping, he closes his fingers around Keith's dick, and it takes an incredible amount of focus to stroke over him because it's one more hard thrust and he's done. His climax crashes over him, dizzying, but he keeps pushing into Keith, letting to motion of it rock the other man into his hand, and presses his mouth against Keith's skin to whisper his name like a prayer. ]

Keith, baby, you're so good, so good to me, I love you -

speaking of nut faces

[feralistic]

[ shiro barely gets a hand around him, and that's the last little bit that keith needs before he comes absolutely undone. he arches taut as a bowstring with one last ragged cry, every muscle pulled tight and trembling as he crashes over the edge of his climax with all the force of a one-two force from the atlas.

everything goes white even though his eyes are still wide open, nothing in his head but deafening static as his body wrings itself out completely --

and then he sways forward and starts to collapse right against the surface of the desk in a boneless heap, all the strength bled out of him at once. ]

shiro's a lucky man

[bde]

[ Okay, so it's not a far fall to the desk, but Shiro still catches Keith before he hits, and makes sure his landing is a soft one. It's not enough, though. Like this, he can't be as close as he wants without either draping himself over Keith or climbing up on the desk himself. The obvious answer is to gently pull out (and after all of that, doing so makes him hiss) and hook the desk's chair closer with one foot so he can gather Keith up into his arms, settling him in his lap when he sits. ]

How'd I get so lucky, huh? [ He buries his face in Keith's hair, his breath still coming ragged as he presses a kiss there. ] How'd I get you?

[feralistic]

[ he folds himself up close to shiro when the other man gathers him into his arms, tucking his head underneath shiro's chin and crooning a low sound of absolute blissed out contentment. there isn't even an ounce of tension left in him; he's feeling loose and unwound the way he hasn't in months, and it's exactly what he needed. ]

'cause I love you. [ voice slurred, his tongue thick and muddling the words into a drowsy drawl. ] So much.

You're my Shiro.

[bde]

Yup. All yours.

[ It's drawn out and proud, and he nuzzles in close just for the feeling of it. He'd been joking when he said he aimed to have to carry Keith out, but now it feels like it might be a reality and honestly? He's pleased by the thought of it. He lets his hand stroke over Keith's still-bare thigh, tracing little patterns there. ]

So, uh... that was new.

[feralistic]

[ his next breath shudders out of him in a long sigh, the sound of someone utterly sated. just being close to shiro is everything he wants right now; he turns his head just enough to press a lazy kiss against the older man's collarbone, warmed all over with adoration.

... but.

there's just enough there to make little distant alarm bells start to go off through the fog of his afterglow. he's too fucked out for the kneejerk embarrassment that might otherwise have come roaring to the forefront, but that doesn't start his brows from knitting. ]

... you thought it was weird.

[bde]

[ Before - when they were new - Shiro would have rushed o tell Keith no, of course not, nothing about Keith is weird and he loves every part of him. Now, though -

they've been through so much together. Keith already knows Shiro's utterly gone on him. So he leans back, just a little, and cocks one eyebrow at Keith with a little smirk. ]

Did it feel like I thought it was weird? My technique must be slipping.