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I seek the stars above worlds to be the guides

[ Shiro’s been dancing around it for a while now. At first he’d thought it was just Keith being Keith, ferociously protective of the people he cares about because he’s lost too many of the few he’s had. But being the focus of all that attention from someone like Keith – well, it’d get to anyone. Shiro’s embarrassed at first, tries to write it off as a reaction to being touched with care after so long with physical contact as a thing to fear. Eventually he can’t deny that he’s attracted to Keith, both physically and in a deep admiration that slots in neatly alongside all the pride and affection he’d felt for the cadet he’d known before the Kerberos mission. But it’s fine; it’s not like he’s never been attracted to someone before, and there’s so much to do it’s easy to channel all his energy into it as a distraction.

It’s harder once he realizes that what Keith feels for him isn’t just dedication to an old friend. He catches Keith watching him with an intensity that makes his chest feel warm and tight, and sometimes when he puts a hand on Keith’s shoulder the younger man leans in to it like a cat getting an ear-scritch. They clasp hands and Shiro pulls Keith in to a hug, and Keith tucks his face against Shiro’s shoulder like it’s the place he feels safest. Shiro falls asleep in the lounge, just once after they’ve sunk a solid week into liberating another territory, and in the warm dim place between sleep and wake he feels Keith press a soft, dry kiss to his temple. And Shiro thinks, okay, that’s something they need to talk about, but it seems like every day there’s a new crisis and he puts it off, puts it off and puts it off, because the universe depends on them now and rushing into this risks upsetting the balance of the team in a way they can’t afford.

He wants to do this right. He wants to have a conversation, make sure that no matter what happens it doesn’t jeopardise their friendship – or jeopardise the team, which puts the whole universe at risk. He wants to talk it out and make sure they’re careful.

What he does instead is find himself brimming over with it, full to overflowing, until one day when they’re unwinding after a sparring match he just gives in, slips a hand against Keith’s cheek and leans in to kiss him. There’s a heartbeat and then Keith is kissing him back, warm and so alive -
And then the alarm sounds and Coran’s voice rings throughout the castle, informing them that there’s an emergency and the paladins need to get to their Lions now.

Helping a rebel ship being chased by Galra fighters leads to following them back to a base, which in turn leads to a protracted battle planetside, and the faintest hint of Black growling at him in the back of his mind every time his thoughts wander to Keith and the press of his lips, the slick promise of his tongue. It’s days before the fighting stops, close to a week, and even Lance’s enthusiasm over winning a battle hard-fought is reduced to a “yay us, see you in a week when I wake up” as they all head for their rooms. Sleep is something they’ve only had in snatches, stolen moments when things died down enough for the ground forces to hold the situation for a while, and by rights Shiro should be unconscious as soon as his head hits the pillow. Instead he’s restless, fidgeting in his bed, feeling like he can’t even close his eyes. A warm shower doesn’t really help, other than meaning at least now he’s restless and clean.

The only thing to do is face it head-on, then. He’s only in sweats and a tank top as he pads barefoot to Keith’s room, and he tells himself it’s because Keith will already be asleep and Shiro’s going to check and then head right back to bed, certain that there’s nothing he can do for now and maybe catch enough sleep to have this conversation alert and sensible tomorrow. At least, he thinks, he can say he tried.
He knocks. ]

Keith?

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[ Keith bites gently at his neck, and Shiro moans. All his affection and admiration for Keith has of course sat alongside the knowledge that Keith is smoking hot, but this - the way he takes control, the determination in him - it's something else. ]

God. Good.

[ He slips a hand between them, the metal one still tight on Keith's hip, and takes him in hand. Just that is like a revelation - Keith's cock in his hand, the velvety skin of him warm against Shiro's fingers, and he gives a full-body shiver just at the feel of it. ]

You have a preference? I'm flexible.

[ keith gasps against shiro's throat as the other man wraps a hand around his cock, unable to resist the impulse to rock forward into his grip. he's never given much thought to size, but one quick glance down is enough to prove that shiro's hand envelops him completely, and there's something so hot about the sight that it makes keith swallow back a groan. ]

I want you to fuck me.

[ it gets blurted out before keith even has the chance to consider it properly, and his cheeks flush with color. he hadn't meant to sound that eager, but... when he'd imagined the two of them together, that had always been at the forefront of his mind. it's not like he's ever done anything like this before, so he can't exactly claim to have his preferences solidified, it's just... well.

it's not like him to be shy, but something about announcing i want your dick in me, stat has that effect on him. ]

I mean, [ uncharacteristic hesitation, eyes flitting off to the side. ] If that's okay with you.

[ like there's any hope of playing things off as casual after that. ]

Oh, fuck.

[ It's a quiet, helpless little thing, not intended for Keith's ears so much as an involuntary exclamation. It's so bold that the sure way Keith says it makes Shiro's dick throb just as much as the thought of actually doing it -

and then he goes and qualifies it, and it's so charming that Shiro can't help laughing warmly and pulling Keith into another kiss. ]

Yeah. Yeah, more than okay. God, you're incredible.

[ He pulls Keith in for another kiss, something warm and full of wonder, and this time he can't help pressing up to grind his dick against where Keith sits in his lap. It's so good, it's all so good, that it takes a long moment for Shiro to actually start thinking about the necessary preparations. ]

Do you have anything here? For lube. I can probably find something in medical if we need to.

[ the way that shiro reacts to that is definitely enough to trigger a wave of relief -- he'd probably never forgive himself if he scared shiro off by being too eager right from the start, and it's good to know he isn't the only one breathlessly excited by all of this.

and the feeling of shiro grinding his dick up against him is distracting, so it takes him a minute or two to process that question. ]

... lube? [ a little fuzzy, but. okay, it makes sense. he knows enough to use lube for jerking off (after a few unfortunate incidents of chafing when he was younger), so it figures that you'd need it for sex stuff, too. ] Yeah, hang on, it's --

[ the fact that the beds in their sleeping quarters are jammed right up against the wall is handy, because it makes for a nice hiding spot in the narrow space between the mattress and the wall. it's where he tucks everything that's either important or secret -- and lube obviously qualifies, because he digs out a small plastic bottle after a little rummaging. ] This work?

[ As much as he wants to press ahead now that he knows what's on offer, Shiro still takes a moment to check over the bottle and (sorry, Keith) discreetly sniff the contents. It's been a while, but you only need one instance of overenthusiastic youthful hijinks to remind you forever that what's fine on your dick isn't necessarily going to feel fine up your butt. This passes muster, though, and he puts the bottle down beside them on the bed to grin at Keith. ]

Perfect. Even better, now I don't have to leave you. Get up on your knees for a second?

[ And he flushes slightly again at asking, because despite them being very clear about what they're doing here the act of removing his pants and being fully nude with Keith is so new and exciting it makes his heart pound. ]

[ keith can't help but grin back, even though it's goofy for them to both be as delighted by the reveal of a little bottle of lube. but he's punchdrunk off this feeling -- of being allowed to be so close to shiro, of being allowed to kiss him and touch him and want him. it's impossible not to be happy, not when this is everything he never let himself hope that he could have.

but. ]

Wait. [ catching one of shiro's hands by the wrist. ] ... can I do it?

[ it's greedy of him, but. he wants to unwrap shiro like a present that's just for him, wants to relish in stripping everything away. ]

Oh. I - yeah. Hell yeah, you can.

[ There's something so warming about that, about Keith wanting to undress him like he's something to be savored, and it makes Shiro bite at his lip in a way that turns his smile lopsided. He'd been a little vain when he was younger, aware of his attractiveness, maintaining a certain physique just because he liked the way it made him look, liked the way it felt to know other people liked it too. It feels like a lifetime ago that his body was more than a tool, when his muscle was an aesthetic choice rather than something necessary to balance out the modifications made to him. And now Keith is asking to undress him like it's an honor, and it makes Shiro's chest ache.

He lifts a hand to brush gently over Keith's cheek, and then just... lifts his hips obediently, full of adoration and anticipation. ]

[ that hell yeah makes him grin all over again, and keith leans in to press a quick kiss to shiro's mouth before he wriggles back and gets to work. he makes quick work of the fastenings of shiro's pants, working them carefully down his legs and then tugging them off one foot at a time. and despite his eagerness, he can't help the urge to stop and admire him again. the muscles in his thighs and calves are just as defined as the rest of them; keith gives into the urge to run his hands up along the skin of shiro's inner thighs, sighing out from simply the pleasure of touching him.

but the form-fitting black boxer briefs shiro is wearing leave very little to the imagination, and already keith can see the other man's cock straining against the compression of the fabric. he may not exactly be experienced, but there are definitely a few things you pick up from locker room talk, and --

he leans down, nosing against the outline of shiro's dick through the fabric, then mouthing wetly over it. it smells like shiro here, and breathing in makes keith dizzy -- he's only thought about doing this a few times, and mostly out of some vague general plan to make shiro feel good, but now that he's here? it's almost startling how much keith wants this, too. so he hooks his fingers in the waistband of shiro's briefs, pulling down carefully until his dick springs free. and the sight is enough to make him groan, low and shameless, leaning forward to run his tongue along the slit at the head of shiro's collect to collect the pearl of come already beading there.

but. a quick glance up, gauging. ] This okay?

[ careful, feeling out boundaries as he goes. ]

[ Just the feeling of Keith tracing his hands over the sensitive skin of his thighs is enough to make Shiro sigh and hum in pleasure. There's something magical in watching Keith do this, mapping Shiro out the way Shiro plans to learn Keith's body as soon as he gets the chance. It feels wonderful, and somehow raw and vulnerable in a way that means Shiro moans helplessly when Keith mouths at him through cloth, and again at the touch of his tongue over bare skin. ]

More than okay. God, Keith. You're gonna kill me.

[ He threads a hand into Keith's hair, regretting just a little that it's still shower-damp. He'd love to run his fingers through it, feel the fine black silk of it slipping against his skin. As it is, he just burrows deep until he feels the heat of Keith's scalp, his fingers slow and petting. ]

[ it's so earnest that it makes keith laugh, his breath a warm puff against shiro's skin. ]

At least stay alive for a little while longer, okay? I don't want that kind of reputation.

[ killer blowjobs? lance would never let him hear the end of it.

but... since shiro seems like he's in remarkable good health for a man in danger of being killed at any moment, keith decides that he's probably safe to continue. so he wraps a hand around the base of shiro's dick and leans in, lapping again at the head of shiro's dick before he takes it in his mouth.

he gets... the basics of what he's supposed to do here, but the finer points are a mystery. luckily, he isn't a stranger to learning by doing, and his teachers at the garrison always applauded him for being a quick study. so he focuses his efforts at the head of shiro's cock first, suckling firmly. ]

I wouldn't miss this for the world.

[ Maybe not sexy, but honest. The sight of Keith looking at his dick with a kind of calculated contemplation before putting it in his mouth is more than enough to kill a man, but it instantly feels so incredible that if Shiro does die right here he'll be doomed to be a ghost, haunting Keith with the unfinished business of his orgasm.

Even the way Keith's so matter of fact about it is hot. He laughs, talks back, and then just goes and pops it right in, sucking in a way that makes Shiro clench his hand in the bedsheets and fight back an immediate jerk of his hips. ]

Fuck.

[ It's slightly strangled, and followed by a breathy sort of laugh. He really is out of practice. ]

Damn, that's good.

[ oh.

shiro doesn't press up into his mouth, but keith is close enough to feel the flex of his stomach as he fights the urge, and... he's almost startled by the idea that he wants him to. wonders what it would be like to let shiro fuck his mouth in earnest, whether he could take him all the way into the back of his throat.

if you'd asked him before, keith would have probably said that this whole blowjob thing was a one-sided effort to make the other person feel good, but now? there's something hot about it that he wasn't expecting, and the idea of letting shiro use him like that only adds to the effect.

still, he's smart enough to realize that it might be a little much for his first time at bat, so the mental image gets filed away for later. the task at hand is more than enough -- he likes the weight and heat of shiro's cock on his tongue, the salty taste of him, the noises he can get shiro to make. it's good, and his success so far makes him bolder.

which... is why he promptly tries to stuff as much of shiro's cock into his mouth as he can manage, getting about halfway there before his gag reflex decides to ask him what the fuck he thinks he's doing. so he promptly jerks himself back off shiro's dick with a fit of coughing, sitting up a little to get his breath back.

and then: ] ... Sorry.

[ frowning down at shiro's dick like it's a problem he can't figure out how to solve. ] I thought it would be easier.

Here, lemme --

[ watch out, he's attempting to dive right back in there. ]

[ Well, that's a rollercoaster. Keith's mouth is already kind of mindblowing by virtue of being a) Keith's mouth and b) on Shiro's dick, and then he goes and shoves right down and for a good second there it's the single hottest thing Shiro's ever seen in his life (just edging out the "Keith drops his towel with an expression full of intent" of five minutes ago). But then he reaches him limit and chokes, which is fine, happens to the best of us, except that he apologizes. Shiro pets at his hair again, murmurs a quiet easy there, buddy. and then Keith says what should be a big clue.

Here's the thing: Shiro's big. He knows he's big, by comparison and having been told (including a "whoa, so I guess it's not true about Asian guys!" that caused a really unpleasant moment as the part of his brain that wasn't fully engaged in powering his dick supplied "yo, that's racist"). It's... not the first time he's heard something along those lines. So all he does is shift his hand to Keith's cheek and brush his thumb gently over the rise of his cheekbone. ]

Hey. Don't force it, you were doing great.

[ shiro praises him for what amounted to little more than keith attempting to swan dive down into his lap and nearly choking himself to death in the process, and... well. keith doesn't really feel like he deserves it, but he can't help but soak it up anyway. leaning into that hand to his cheek like he's touch-starved, turning just a little into the other man's palm. ]

I want to make you feel good.

[ and it's frustrating that this doesn't come as naturally to him as piloting, especially when shiro is someone who deserves the best. ]

[ Shiro laughs. This is a bad move, he knows, because of anyone he knows the only person who has a worse reaction to being laughed at is maybe Lance, but honestly. ]

I mean...

[ It's crass, but he reaches down and waggles his own dick. Rock hard, see? Feeling good isn't in question. ]

How about you get up here and we make each other feel good?

[ the laugh is enough to make keith's eyes snap open, expression already reshaping itself into something that's the keith kogane version of a pout, but --

well. then shiro dick wiggles at him, and that's distracting for a multitude of reasons.

besides! inexperienced or no, he's pretty sure what that offer means. and keith seizes on it without hesitation, lunging forward to clamber right into shiro's lap again, stealing the chance to press another breathlessly eager kiss to the older man's mouth as he settles himself. then he reaches back and wraps his fingers around shiro's dick, already starting to try to lean his weight back and rock his hips down -- ]

[ Keith scrambles into his lap and kisses him and oh man that's good, but then - ]

Whoa, whoa. Slow it down a little, huh?

[ It's probably a good thing that Shiro shifts his own hands to under Keith's ass to hold him up, because there's a moment there where his backward press nearly takes and even the lingering traces of his spit on Shiro's dick isn't quite enough to not make it feel terrifyingly like it's about to bend at the resistance. Which, honestly, would be a better outcome than slipping in dry and unprepared, but -

unprepared. Completely unprepared. Gears turn, the penny drops, and Shiro pauses a moment and fixes Keith with a gentle but suspicious Look. ]

Keith, have you... done this before?

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[ keith has about a split second to panic, because it doesn't seem like shiro is sliding up into him as easily as keith had imagined, and what if that means --

and then shiro's hands are under him, holding him up, and shiro is saying his name in a tone of voice that immediately has keith trying to gauge his expression. if it were anyone else, the question would probably be met with an instant rebuttal. not because keith is particularly ashamed of his inexperience, but because there's a certain vulnerability in admitting that he has no idea what the hell he's doing.

... but lying to shiro is never really a thing, so. ] No.

[ still watching shiro carefully, his own expression closed off. almost like he's expecting this to be some sort of dealbreaker, just waiting for shiro to call the whole thing off. ] ... but it's not a big deal.

[ Shiro might argue that point, but there's a special little slice of disdain in his heart for people who make other people feel stupid when they could have been kind instead, and frankly Shiro would rather let Keith snap his dick than lord anything over him. And anyway, he remembers being new and awkward, worried that his inexperience would give him away and somehow suddenly make him unsexily unfuckable. So he bites back the urge to say something like why didn't you tell me or we can wait if you want and nods instead, using his hands to settle Keith in his lap (but pointedly not on his dick) and leans in to peck a kiss on his mouth. ]

Well, it'll be a big deal to me if I hurt you. I want this to be good for you whether it's your first time or your thousandth. If we're gonna do this, I need you to trust me to get you ready, and I need to be able to trust you to tell me if anything hurts or feels weird or you want me to stop. For any reason. Okay?

[ it's not the rejection keith had been afraid of, and he lets out the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding in response. he likes the way shiro talks about it -- like it's a team effort between the two of them, like shiro trusts him. so he nods without any further protest, although... ]

I'm ready now. [ how much more ready is he supposed to be? need is an ache that sits low in the pit of his belly, and just the feeling of shiro's dick pressing up against the back of his thighs is enough to make that desire sharpen. so he reaches up to pull shiro towards him for another kiss, as if the heat there can somehow convince him. and then, against his mouth: ] I want you.

[ I want you, Keith says, and Shiro feels it. Hell, Keith probably feels it, given the way it makes Shiro's dick twitch. He licks out over the swell of Keith's lip, and it does nothing to hide his little moan. ]

God, Keith. I want you too. Just trust me, alright? And tell me if you don't like it. Not everybody does, but it doesn't mean we have to stop. We can just switch.

[ He could tap out for a second, give a little sex ed lecture. He could ask Keith if he's ever touched himself there. What he does instead is take control, hoping Keith will go with it. Shiro lifts him, standing in one smooth movement that is just a little bit of showing off, and lowers Keith to the bed, moving quickly over him to make space for himself between the younger man's thighs. A kiss, then, as he rolls his hips against Keith's just for the pleasure of the friction -

and then he scoots down, lifts Keith's hips with his hands and sets about eating him out with a fervor he hopes is going to be enough to delay any complaints. ]

[ ah. well.

no matter how the rest of this goes down, keith is pretty sure that the sound of shiro's voice going rough around god, keith is going to haunt him for the rest of his days. just the sound of his own name coming out of shiro's mouth might be dangerous from now on; maybe he should go ahead and start insisting that shiro start calling him by his last name in public, because --

and then the thought is abruptly cut off when shiro lifts him like keith is nothing, and keith is too distracted by the way his stomach does a little flipflop of arousal to question the change in their positions. not that he plans on complaining, not really, because shiro is settled between his thighs, kissing him and then rocking up against him in a way that makes keith moan.

... it's the next bit keith doesn't really get, but he doesn't have an opportunity to do much more than blink in confusion before shiro leans in and does something with his mouth that makes keith's brain short out. he arches up in shiro's hold with a strangled little cry, thighs twitching with little electric shocks of sensation. his heels dig and slide against the sheets as he tries instinctively to find some kind of footing, unable to really press himself down against shiro's mouth the way his body wants him to. ]

[ The way Keith moves and the sound he makes are... encouraging, to say the least. That cry pulses through him, sending out a little flare of need, and Shiro moans against Keith's skin in both encouragement and want.

This is what he's wanted, what he's fantasized about. Not necessarily the act itself (although it's certainly featured) but Keith like this, reacting to Shiro's touch in a way that makes it seem like he's coming undone. Shiro notes the way Keith's feet are slipping against the sheets, and in a moment of sheer altruism he takes one in his hand and places it on his shoulder. It serves a dual purpose - not only will it give Keith some of the leverage he might have been seeking, but it gives Shiro better access to press his tongue wetly inward in an effort to draw out more of those sounds. ]

[ shiro moans against him, and keith's voice breaks around another needy noise in response. just the thought that shiro might actually be into doing something like this for keith is such a turn-on that he can hardly process it; keith can't help but wonder if shiro has pictured doing this before, has touched himself to some mental recreation of what they're playing out right now. it makes his head spin, heat sizzling down his spine and making the heat at the pit of his belly tighten and coil. ]

Shiro -- [ reaching down to clutch at the back of the other man's head, fingers unable to find something to grip along the velvety buzz of his undercut. trying to pull shiro closer at the same time he rocks himself down, almost desperately greedy. ]

[ There's something dizzying about this, having what he'd wanted for so long. All his vague dreamlike fantasies brought into sharp reality and Keith moaning wantonly above him, saying his name like that. Shiro tries to reply, but the needy Keith is something wet and muffled because he doesn't bother pulling his mouth away. He can't, not when he can feel the glorious contradictory sensation of the tension in Keith's muscles and the way he softens under his tongue, inviting more.

Even the scrabbling against his head feels good, Keith's fingers over his hair where it's short enough to push through to scalp. But that's not what Keith is reaching for, he can tell, and so Shiro reaches up to sweep back the longer hair of his forelock and guides Keith's hand to it. Let him tug on it, let him pull. Let him take what he needs until Shiro feels like he's going to burn with the force of their want. ]

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