I seek the stars above worlds to be the guides

[bde]

[ 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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[feralistic]

It's amazing. [ softly, reverently, even through the way his next exhale hitches in a laugh. how could it ever be anything else? ] You're amazing.

[ and he shifts a little, finding that it's more comfortable to wrap one leg around shiro's hips than it is to keep them spread. of course, that has the added effect of letting shiro sink even deeper on his next inward press, and that makes keith's voice break around a low moan. ] God, Shiro, I --

I can feel you. So much. [ which comes out sounding like stupid nonsense, but keith is too wrapped up to really care. this is what he wanted; a world that feels like it's made up of nothing but shiro, in him and above him and all around him, the way keith always feels finally made manifest in the physical.

it's heaven. ] So good, Shiro, so good.

[bde]

[ There's a warm pulse of happiness through Shiro when Keith says it's amazing, something calming and comforting, and then Keith hitches a leg around Shiro's hips and lets him in deeper and Shiro moans with it, like he feels it in the very marrow of his bones.

The praise, on top of that? Perfection. It's enough to let him cast that worry aside and start moving the way he really wants to, the gentle rocking of his hips moving into something constant, rolling, and he feels it through his whole body - through his whole being. ]

You feel so good, baby. You're perfect, perfect for me. I want - I want this forever.

[feralistic]

[ it's always meant so much to keith whenever he earns a word of shiro's praise, but now? like this? the words stroke over him like a physical touch, pooling with the rest of the warmth inside him and making him squirm underneath shiro. ]

Shiro, can you --

[ it shouldn't be hard to ask for what he wants, not when shiro has already shown how willingly he's ready to give. over and over, anything, everything, and keith is so greedy to ask for more, but. ] Keep -- Keep t-talking, keep saying --

[ that i'm good for you. that you want me. that i'm perfect. that this is real. ]

[bde]

Yeah, Keith, whatever you want. I'll give you whatever you need, I've wanted to for - god, for years. You're beautiful, you're like fire, and I was so scared I'd burn up but it's just - warm, and safe. You mean home.

[ The words would sound better if he was calmer, if the weren't falling from his lips lip pearls from a snapped necklace. But he means them, means every word, whispers them like prayer as he rocks into Keith and feels every hitch of it, every slide like the voice of god saying I hear you, I'm here. ]

[feralistic]

[ he groans at the sound of the words, so much more than he ever let himself believe shiro would say. and he has to tuck his face into one of the other man's broad shoulders for a moment just to hide, to breathe, because it's all so much that keith feels like he might shatter, and he's a little afraid of something so wonderful. ]

I love you, Shiro. [ breathed out against his skin, voice nearly breaking around the words. ] So much, and --

Fuck, you feel so good inside me. Like you were made for me, just for me.

[bde]

Just for you, baby. My perfect fit. I love you, I -

[ He's not going to last, not like this. It takes an effort to pry himself back from Keith's body enough to get a hand between them, to start stroking Keith's cock in time with his thrusts, but it's so good and he's damned if he won't at least try to get Keith there along with him. ]

Keith, please, I'm - you're so good, you're so good -

[feralistic]

[ it's so much even before shiro wraps a hand around his cock and starts stroking him with the rhythm of his thrusts, but once he does? keith doesn't have a hope in hell of drawing this out much longer, no matter how much he might want to. but he can feel the tension building in shiro's back and shoulders where keith is clutching at him, can feel the occasional hitch and stutter in the rhythm of the way he rocks into keith, and he knows what that means.

and suddenly there's nothing more that keith wants in the universe than to bring shiro over the edge, to feel him hit his peak and know that he did that, that he was the one who made shiro feel so good. it's why he fights off his own orgasm for those last few moments, leaning up so that he can murmur his next words right into shiro's ear. ]

Come for me, Shiro, come on, come in me, lemme feel you.

[bde]

[ Come in me, Keith says, filthy as a porno if a porno could make you love it with every fibre of your being, and after that Shiro hasn't got a hope. All the good that's been building and coiling inside him unspools in bright golden light, and he shouts as he does, hoarse and heavy. ]

Keith!

[ He's trembling with the force of it, pushes all the way in as he feels himself spill inside his lover, his love. He barely has the presence of mind to keep his hand moving, to rub his thumb over the pleasure-slick head of Keith's cock and try to pull him over with him. ]

[feralistic]

[ god, just the way shiro cries out for him when he comes is all that it takes -- keith finds himself crashing over the peak after him almost before shiro even has the chance to get a hand around his cock, arching up and clinging to shiro senselessly like he'll be lost otherwise. ]

Shiro!

[ it's perfect, it's beautiful, it's everything.

and it's only after what feels like a lifetime that keith comes back to himself enough to realize just how intently he's clutching at shiro -- he can feel the way his nails are digging into the older man's skin, feel the tremble in his thighs from how tightly he has his legs wrapped around him. it actually takes a considerable amount of effort to convince himself to let go, just a little; he steadies his breathing and tucks his face into shiro's shoulder instead, soothed by all this wonderful closeness. ]

[bde]

[ It's special. He'd said it was, and he'd meant it, but it doesn't really settle in until this moment, when the immediate rush of orgasm fades and leaves him, tingling pleasantly through his body, focused just on Keith, on how they're together. It's never been this way around for him before - he's never been in love first. This? It's amazing. He laughs a little, rough and warm through the heavy dragging of his breath, and then Keith tucks his face away into his shoulder and Shiro almost whines. ]

No, Keith, c'mon -

[ He nudges at Keith's face with his own, squeezes the hands they have laced together for good measure. ]

Let me kiss you.

[feralistic]

[ okay, even as blissed out as he is, keith can't help but puff out a laugh at the sound of shiro whining for a kiss the way little kids beg for dessert. maybe that's what makes him want to tease; he drops his head back against the pillow and grins up at shiro instead of leaning up immediately to kiss him, eyes shining with amusement. ]

You haven't had enough already?

[bde]

[ Mean. Shiro gives Keith his best version of puppy eyes, lets his lips pull into a little pout - sulking, or invitation? Why not both? ]

Nuh-uh. Never. I have a lot of catching up to do.

[ Let me kiss you, he'd said, but now his apparent plan is to look wounded and sad until Keith caves and kisses him first. ]

[feralistic]

[ low blow!!

and while it's extremely hard to not immediately give into that look, keith likes to believe he's made of slightly tougher stuff. so he resists, even though everything in him is screaming at him to swoop in and smooch shiro until he forgets how to even make that face. ]

How much catching up are we talking? You gotta give a guy a timeframe.

[bde]

[ Shiro meant to keep up the sulk until the cruel, cruel love of his life laid one on him, he really did! But what happens is a moment of quiet in which his expression softens and his eyes dart over Keith's face - his eyes, his lips, the elegant sweep of his cheekbones, the messy strands of hair that are stuck to face face by sweat - and he melts. ]

You remember when that trip through the wormhole went south and we ended up separated from the others? That's when I knew for sure, no question.

If we're counting maybes? Since you busted me out of quarantine.

[feralistic]

[ ... oh.

as it turns out, shiro being earnest about falling for him is even more effective than pitiful kicked-puppy shiro. dammit.

and keith can't help but lean up and press their mouths together for a kiss after that, something slow and sweet and soft. and when he finally pulls away again, he's smiling, an expression that's so absolutely lovesick that there's no hiding it. ]

We better go by yours and not mine. Otherwise we'd never get anything done.

[bde]

[ It's perfect, just what he wanted, and Shiro beams at Keith, nuzzling gently against his face. ]

That doesn't sound so bad. Can't think of a way I'd rather spend my time.

[ And he ducks his head and peppers little kisses over Keith's cheek, just for the joy of being able to do so. He'd wondered, sometimes. If Keith had a crush on him back at the Garrison. He never thought on it too much; Keith was so young at the time, and he'd had Adam, and it could easily just have been a slightly misdirected kind of gratitude for the fact that Shiro was kind to him, that he took an interest. Now? He can't help being grateful it wasn't just a phase, that Keith didn't grow out of it or find someone else. ]

[feralistic]

Liar. You'd start thinking about all the people out there you have to go and --

[ but what he's about to say gets lost in the laughter that finally creeps over him, tickled by those little fluttery kisses shiro keeps pecking over his skin. it's a breathless, helpless sound, punctuated by the way he's trying to wriggle and find a way to hide his face from the onslaught. ]

[bde]

Mm? Go and what?

[ And Shiro - shamefully - grabs Keith's other hand so he can pin them both, and increases the onslaught of kisses. ]

What could ever be better than this? Nothing, that's what.

[feralistic]

S-Save --

[ but that's all he can get out, because shiro pins him down and keeps the kisses right up, and it's ticklish and silly in a way that has keith reduced to an honest-to-god fit of giggling. ]

Sh-Shiro, cut it -- hah -- out!

[bde]

How am I supposed to catch up if I stop?

[ He does, though. Presses a kiss just below Keith's ear and one final, lingering one to his lips, and then he pulls back just enough to smile indulgently at Keith, pure happiness. ]

You're everything I never thought I'd have. I love you, Keith.

[feralistic]

[ the giggling dies away as shiro stops pressing those kisses everywhere, but his breath catches all over again when shiro says... that. ]

... really? [ softly, voice small. not because he doesn't believe shiro, but maybe because he doesn't believe in himself. doesn't believe that he earned this, that he did something to deserve it, that it can actually be something real. ] It wasn't just...?

[bde]

Just what?

[ His face turns serious, concern furrowing his brow. He's still warm through with the lingering heat of his orgasm and the bliss of being close to Keith this way, but that's a horrible thought. ]

I meant everything I said, Keith. Might have said it better if I wasn't... preoccupied. But I meant it.

[feralistic]

[ it's impossible to miss the way that shiro's expression changes, and keith shakes his head in response. ]

No, no, I didn't mean it like that. It's not like I don't believe you. [ and if he's trying to drive that fact home, he tugs shiro down to him for another kiss, soft and sweet. ] It just... feels too good to be real.

Maybe I'm just greedy. Maybe I want to hear you say it again.

[bde]

Say what again?

[ Like magic, he's smiling again, comforted by the knowledge that he's at least made a start.

Not that it's going to keep him from spending the rest of his life trying to remind Keith. ]

I love you. You're perfect for me. I want this forever. Did I forget anything?

[feralistic]

You didn't call me baby.

[ trying to play it off like a joke, which is... pretty undercut by the crimson flush to his cheeks. ]