[ That's a good thought. That Shiro is the only one, that Keith is his entirely, that nobody else has ever had what rightfully belongs to Shiro. It's a thought he'll be ashamed of later, when the fog of rut if off him, but for now it makes him part his lips against the fine skin of Keith's neck and graze his teeth there, lingering scrapes that he swipes over with his tongue, savoring the salt taste of his skin and the warmth of him. ]
Should have done this years ago. Should have sniffed you out and claimed you.
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Should have done this years ago. Should have sniffed you out and claimed you.