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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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[ 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. ]

[ it only takes keith a second or two to catch onto what shiro is prompting him to do, and the thought that shiro wants him to pull sends another wave of desire pulsing through him. and the next time shiro curls his tongue inwards and makes keith's nerve endings spark with another burst of pleasure, he gives into the urge to curl his fingers in the strands of shiro's hair and tug.

-- but it's still not enough.

shiro's mouth on him is great, but there's still a bone-deep want that pulses at keith's core. he wants more, wants shiro inside him, filling him, making them as close as two people can ever really be. and now that keith is allowed to want it, to ask for it, he's almost desperately greedy for it -- it's a need that sits at the pit of his belly like an ache, something unfulfilled and needy. ]

Shiro -- [ urgent, rocking his hips down against the tongue in him with a little whine. ] I want -- It's not --

[ The sensation of Keith pulling his hair is electric, making him moan again against the tight furl of skin, but the I want is enough for Shiro to whip his head up almost fast enough to get dizzy. His chin is wet with his own saliva, and it stays that way for a long moment as he looks up at Keith with eyes blown dark in desire before he thinks to wipe it off. ]

Fuck you're hot.

[ He wants to be closer. Moves back up the line of Keith's body to bury a kiss against his neck as he reaches for the lube and slicks his fingers, messy with haste. But the slow press of his first finger into Keith is far slower, much more cautious as he licks a slow line against Keith's throat. ]

[ there's a long moment where shiro just looks at him, and keith has just enough time to wonder if he did something wrong --

-- but then comes that, and any doubt is washed away by a fresh flood of heat in his system. being wanted by shiro is still something new and thrilling, and keith revels in the feel of it, lets himself preen at the desire in the other man's eyes.

the closeness is good, shiro hot and solid and safe above him, and keith reaches up to twine himself around shiro because he can't help the need to be closer. especially when shiro presses that first slick finger into him, and it feels strange and different but good in a way that makes the heat in his belly ripple and twist. he rocks himself down against shiro's hand with a low noise of want, pressing hot little open-mouthed kisses along one of the other man's broad shoulders. ]

Want you inside me, Shiro. Thought about it so much, the way you're gonna feel -- [ just the thought of it makes his dick throb, and he nips impatiently at shiro's collarbone to get the point across. ]

[ Keith rocks down onto him and Shiro moans. He'd been going to ask if it was okay, but that answers all his questions. He laughs softly, drops a kiss at the soft skin below Keith's ear and nuzzles against him. ]

Me too. I think about you all the time. It's coming, I promise. We don't have to rush.

[ Which would probably have more impact if he wasn't already rubbing a second finger against Keith's rim, pressing it in with the first as soon as he's sure it'll go without pain. Keith's just so - Keith, full speed ahead, and it's that which makes Shiro's desire spike and flutter almost as much as the promis in the feel of him around Shiro's fingers, hot and tight and inviting.]

[ shiro moans, and keith decides that there's no way he can live without hearing that sound at least once a day for the rest of his life. so yeah, while the reassurance that they don't have to rush is a lovely sentiment, it's hard to really appreciate it when all keith wants is to get shiro's dick in him, stat.

but then shiro eases another finger into him in a slow slide, and the feeling of it makes him drop his head back with a low groan. he can feel the stretch, but even that's good -- it sharpens the pleasure, brings it that much more into focus. then again, it's impossible to think that anything shiro does to him (does with him) could ever be anything but good, so. ]

God, Keith.

[ Like this, it's hard to remember that Keith told him so recently he'd never done this before. The way he looks, the sounds he's making, it's hard to imagine that it's not calculated - that it's just Keith, not some performance expertly cooked up to cater to all of Shiro's deepest fantasies. He scissors his fingers slowly, feeling him out and pressing his hips against the smooth line of Keith's body for just a little friction, trying to take the edge off. ]

Still okay?

[ He crooks his fingers carefully, stroking, trying to make it as good for Keith as he wants it to be. ]

[ shiro spreads his fingers in him, and keith's breath hitches up in a little gasp in response. there's still no real pain, not when shiro is going this slow -- but the stretch is just a promise of what's to come, and it makes him burn all over again. especially when shiro rocks up against him, dick hard and hot against keith's skin, and fuck. it's hard not to want it now, but he promised that he'd be patient and let shiro get him ready, and the last thing in the universe keith wants is to let shiro down. ]

It's --

[ but then shiro hooks his fingers just so, and touches something inside keith that sets off fireworks inside him.

he arches up with a strangled little shout, pressing a hand to the back of his mouth in a mindless effort to stifle the sound. already, he's trying to rock his hips down greedily into shiro's hand, trying to find that again, trying to -- ]

Shiro -- [ it comes out as a whine, and keith is too distracted to be embarrassed by it. ]

Bingo.

[ He's insufferably proud of himself, smirking at Keith's reaction. Keith shifts his hips down, clearly seeking that touch out again, and so Shiro gives it to him, circling his fingers there with care. He's enjoying this - taking his time, watching Keith, drinking in the sounds he makes and the movement of his body - but he'd be a liar if he said all of that wasn't making him impossibly harder, so much that it aches. ]

I used to touch myself here and think about you. All the things I want to do to you, all the things I want you to do to me. Didn't even have to touch my dick to get off.

You're even hotter than I imagined.

Fuck --

[ keith isn't even sure he could say which is better -- the way shiro works his fingers against that spot inside him, or the mental image of shiro touching himself and thinking about keith. either way, it's almost more than he can take; his dick throbs between his legs, and that spot that shiro keeps stroking inside him just amplifies the feeling until it feels like it's going to drive keith crazy.

he wants to respond in some way that's even remotely coherent, but when he opens his mouth? all that comes out is another low sound of pleasure, breath hitching as the way he squirms makes shiro's fingers shift inside him. it's too much, too good, and every time his mind wraps back around the thought that it's shiro doing it to him, keith feels like he's going to lose it all over again. ]

I c-can't -- I -- [ and he reaches down to wrap his fingers around his dick, squeezing tight at the base to help stave off that built-up tension he can feel trying to climb towards something at the pit of his belly. he promised that he'd trust shiro to get him ready, and he doesn't want to make it seem like he's trying to go back on that now, but fuck. ] If you keep saying stuff like that --

[ He's not trying to tease Keith, really. Keith is more important to him than anything, and he wants their first time together to be as close to perfect for Keith as he can make it, but -

but. There's just something about those sounds, the way Keith moves against him, the stuttering urgency in he voice and the way he reaches down to try and hold off that suddenly makes Shiro want very badly to see Keith come like this, on his fingers, where Shiro can look down at him and watch every movement of his body. He eases off a little, slowing the movement of his hand, and lays a kiss against the side of Keith's neck. ]

Want me to stop? We've got time. We've got all night.

N-No, but --

[ keith tries to take a moment and calm down, but it's hard when his body is still all-too-aware of the slow rock of shiro's fingers inside him, the straining ache of his dick between his legs, the tight coil at the pit of his belly that wants nothing more than for shiro to finish winding him all the way up. but -- ]

... s'just, if you keep doing that, I'm -- [ just trying to put it into words makes him flush, heat creeping into his cheeks and stealing all the way to the tips of his ears. it's stupid, but he wants to impress shiro, not go and blow his load early before they've even got to the part that's supposed to be for both of them. ] ... I'm not even doing anything for you.

Keith.

[ It's husky and low, full of desire - and yet he's laughing.

He'll have time - the rest of his life, if he's lucky - to show Keith that sex isn't something to balance the ledger over, that Shiro takes pleasure in giving pleasure. There's a joy all of its own in in that, and moreso when it's Keith, who's lived in his heart and in his fantasies for what feels like an agonizingly long time now. ]

You wouldn't say that if you knew how many times I've fantasized about watching you come. You're gorgeous.

[ fuck.

it's impossible to even take offense to shiro laughing when he immediately follows it up with something like that; just the sound of it sends another thrill of heat up keith's spine, and the way it makes his muscles squeeze and flutter around the thick fingers inside of him makes him moan in response.

he turns to tuck his face into shiro's shoulder, clutching at him in a (useless) effort to ground himself again. ] Shiro, god...

[ Keith clenches around Shiro's fingers and Shiro moans with it, heat spiking and pulsing through him. He grinds against Keith's hip, messy now with the slick of precome over his cock, gently twists his wrist and scissors his fingers again. Slower than what he was doing before, slower than when Keith warned him off, but he can't quite bring himself to stop. ]

Can I? I want to watch you. I want to see you come and know it's because of me. You're so good, Keith, I want to see you come undone.

[ shiro stretches his fingers inside him again, and keith mewls in response, toes curling as everything in him buzzes with the way it feels to have shiro stretching him open. and he can feel shiro's cock pressing against him, big and hard and slick (and all because of keith), and it just dumps that much more fuel on the fire that's making it hard to think.

there's still a part of him that feels embarrassing to come before they've even gotten to what keith is pretty sure is supposed to be the point of all of this, but. how can it be a bad thing when shiro asks him for it like that? he'd do anything for shiro at the best of times, and no? it's impossible to say no to him, impossible not to give him anything that'll make him stop talking about keith like that.

so keith nods, a quick and embarrassed little thing against shiro's shoulder, and slowly uncurls his fingers from around his own dick. it's so easy to just let himself fall back into things -- he rocks his hips down again into the older man's fingers and moans another low noise, trying to coax shiro into more. ]

Yeah. You're so good to me, Keith.

[ He starts up stroking inside of Keith again in earnest, the spot he's looking for by now unmissable. And Keith's rocking down against his touch in a way that seems so demanding that Shiro rubs against him with the pad of a third finger, coaxing and swiping through the spill of maybe-too-much lube before he presses it home to join in. It's intense, feeling Keith open up to him like this, the hot, tight stretch of him, hearing the stifled little sounds he makes. Keith is a revelation; everything Shiro thought he wanted and more. ]

Don't hide, baby. Let me see that beautiful face.

[ shiro praises him like he's doing something wonderful, and even though keith might argue that laying here and letting shiro finger-fuck him senseless isn't really something that requires much skill on his part, the words still blaze through him. and when shiro slides a third finger into him, the stretch is enough to make keith gasp -- his head hits the pillow as he drops it back, spine arching as the sensation sizzles through him. it's just on the verge of being too much, but shiro keeps working at that spot inside him, and that feels too fucking good for his brain to process much of anything else.

his building climax is something bright and almost sharp inside of him; his thighs twitch with little electric zaps of pleasure, toes curling so hard he can feel a cramp starting in one of his calves. and he's scarcely even aware of the sounds he's making -- breathy little gasps and needy moans, stuttering attempts at shiro's name. they're so close that it's easy to hold onto shiro to keep him steady, so close that it's easy to imagine that it's shiro inside him instead of his fingers, and --

that's the thought that pushes him over, the last little bit he needs. a strangled cry of shiro gets wrenched from him as his hips jerk upwards, his orgasm hitting him in a bright burst that washes out everything else for a few long seconds. ]

Oh, fuck.

[ Keith's beautiful. The sounds he's making, the flush of his cheeks, the sound of Shiro's name on his lips as he comes and if Shiro put his hand around his own cock at all of that it'd take less than a minute for him to come, hot and messy all over Keith's hip.

But that's not what Keith said he wanted, and it's not what Shiro promised. So he stills his fingers, lets his hand go motionless rather than pulling out all at once and leaving Keith feeling empty. And - well, if Keith's gonna find out Shiro's nasty eventually there's probably no better time than now, so he uses his free hand to glide fingertips through the mess over Keith's stomach and brings it to his mouth, sucks the bitter-salt taste of Keith off his own fingers. ]

Damn, look at you. You're so hot. If you decide you never want to see me again, this is gonna be enough to keep me warm on lonely nights for the rest of my life.

[ He leans in, buries a kiss against Keith's temple. he smells good, like Keith and the remnants of his shower and the warmth of blood close to the skin, and Shiro breathes him in shamelessly. ]

How're you doing, baby? Was that okay?

[ the world is swimming in a warm and golden fog in the wake of his orgasm, and all keith can seem to do is float there. but the feeling of shiro's fingertips gliding across his stomach is enough to make him blink back into partial awareness, and --

oh.

something about the sight of shiro sucking his fingers clean sends a sizzle of heat up his spine, and keith groans a low sound in response. his softening cock gives a little twich between his legs, almost like its valiantly trying to rise to the occasion again, but --

looks like even galra biology requires a refractory period. good to know.
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and while he's all set to tell shiro that good doesn't begin to cover it, good is an insult to the plane that shiro just helped him to ascend to, good is so woefully inadequate that -- ]

... baby? [ it comes out a little muzzy in the afterglow, mildly perplexed but not at all displeased. ]

[ Well

he hadn't planned it. In his fantasies, when he'd pictured rocking Keith in his lap or being splayed face-first on the bed with Keith driving into him, his constant refrain had been Keith, Keith, Keith. But it just came out and honestly, it felt right. He's precious, he means everything to Shiro, and the pet name feels warm and good on Shiro's tongue. ]

Was that too much? I can... not say it. I want you to be comfortable.

No.

[ the response is immediate, almost tripping over the word with how quickly it comes tumbling out of him. keith loops an arm around shiro's shoulders just so that he can pull him a little closer, peppering warm little kisses over his cheek and jaw. ] No, I like it. Coming from you, it's...

[ it should be impossible to find something to blush about when you've got someone else's fingers inside of you, but. here they are. ] ... keep saying it.

Well, good. I like saying it.

[ Hopefully Keith feels a little better about his blush when Shiro colors faintly too, tucks his face in to drop a fairly chaste, close-mouthed kiss against Keith's lips. And slowly - ever so slowly- he eases one finger out. He doesn't know what Keith likes yet (and he hopes he'll have the opportunity to learn that, to know intimately Keith's preferences and desires), but he'd always hated that moment after, the sudden feeling of loss. So he gentles Keith through it the best way he knows how, scattering kisses over Keith's cheekbone and the sharp line of his jaw. ]

I like all of this. I'm...

thank you, Keith.

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BEAUTIFUL

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