fourstrings | There's solace, a bit, in submitting

There's solace, a bit, in submitting

[ At first, Shiro just thinks it's him.

He's not blind, he's noticed that Keith isn't the cute-but-rowdy kid he used to know any more. More than he'd like to admit to, really, to the point where he has a little highlight reel of especially exciting thoughts that sometimes keep him company in bed at night. He's just usually a lot better at keeping it contained, squashing those moments of appreciation until they're not happening at a wildly inappropriate times, like when they spar. Or when they're all in mortal peril, piloting the lions in an attempt to take out a huge, many-limbed creature that looks as if its made of living magma before it descends on a nearby village of terrified aliens. But today, that's what they're doing, and the squashing isn't happening.

It's just a warm pulse of something at first, but it steadily ramps up into something more explicit. Fucking Keith against the door of the hangar bay, his wrists pinned above his head as he gasps and growls in pleasure. Keith pinned against the bed by one metal hand pressed firm at the back of his neck, canting his hips up greedily, his demands for more no less insistent for being muffled against the bedding. It's hot, it's overwhelming, and it takes Lance, Pidge and Hunk all yelling in various pitches of alarm over the comms as Shiro nearly flies Black straight into a cliffside to snap him out of it.

It's only then, with their shouts echoing in his mind and the throb of adrenaline from a near-miss that Shiro comes back to himself enough to realize that the images flooding his mind are subtly wrong. When he thinks about Keith this way the focus is all on Keith, the way his cheeks might flush dark with want, the sounds he'd make, the lean lines of clean muscle hinted at under his clothes when they spar and glimpsed in the showers. What's in his head now features rather a lot of himself, impressions that linger on the size of his hands and the broadness of his torso, the movement of his lips as he speaks to Keith in low, wanting tones. It's only in that moment of clarity that he realizes he's not unable to focus the way he should because he's suddenly and unaccountably horny.

It's coming from Keith.

He takes his hand off the controls for a moment to press against the console, pleads with Black for help. He manages to pick up the simultaneous impression of both amusement and exasperation, and then there's a sensation of muffling as Black helps him block it out, to give him a little distance. Lance is yelling at him that they need to form Voltron, but they can't risk it – he doesn't know what's happening with Keith but it's enough for him to think it'll impede things, and the idea of something so personal bleeding over to Shiro is bad enough; he's not going to put Keith in a position that guarantees it'll be shared with the rest of the team, not unless there's no other way.

In the end, it's a lot of clever flying, tactical precision from Pidge, a blast of ice from the Blue lion and Shiro and Hunk ramming the thing from opposite sides that saves them. The rapid cooling followed by tremendous impact turns the creature to brittle rock that shatters, but Shiro can't find it in himself to join in the victory whoops when it happens.

When they land, he makes a beeline for Red. Walking while half-hard in armor isn't an experience he'd care to repeat, but it's a minor inconvenience in comparison to his concern. ]

Keith. Open up.

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[ oh.

the sight of shiro sucking his fingers clean of keith's slick has been a fantasy for so long that it's almost a shock to see it actually play out in front of him -- but the rush of arousal that follows hits him like a physical punch to the gut, makes him moan something low and wanting.

it's why he whines when shiro plops him on the bed right after, but --

well, fuck.

keith has never been even the slightest bit impressed by any show of alpha dogma -- if anything, it's a turn-off, watching some idiot try to show themselves off with some display of dominance or aggression. and sure, maybe this isn't exactly the same thing, but it sure as hell seems like what any alpha in any trashy novel would do, and...

... frankly, keith doesn't think he's ever been more turned on in his entire fucking life.

for a moment or two, all he can do is stare at shiro, pupils blown wide and dark, eyes glazed with desire, lips parted with a look that's just sort of slack-jawed. he's looking at shiro like a starving man presented with a feast, like a bomb could go off in the next room and it wouldn't even be enough to make him blink. ]

Fuck [ which is about the most eloquent he's capable of being, given his current state. immediately he reaches out in an effort to pull shiro to him again, greedy and grasping, arching up like he's begging to be touched. ] I need you, I need you, Shiro, c'mon --

Need you.

[ It's an echo, and probably enough to undo a lot of that Big Strong Alpha vibe his desperation to get out of his undersuit gave him when it comes out soft and halfway to a whine. But Keith tugs at him and so he goes, climbing onto the bed. It's... tempting, the way Keith is positioned, just to fit himself between Keith's legs and mount him, but there's something that's run through his own head over and over when he thought he'd never have a chance at any of this.

He pulls himself into a sitting position, hauls Keith up and sits him in his lap. He's not even in yet but the feeling of his cock pressing between Keith's thighs, slippery with his slick, makes Shiro moan. He reaches down again, presses into Keith with two fingers this time, and whether it's the force of his heat or sheer desire they go so easy that Shiro curses under his breath. It shouldn't be possible to feel so tight and so ready at the same time, and Shiro finds himself suddenly grateful for whatever black market suppressant junk Keith's been taking until now, because if anyone else had any idea he was like this? He'd have been claimed years ago. ]

[ keith is more than happy to be hauled into shiro's lap, automatically trying to wind himself around the other man again like a vine. he can't get himself close enough to shiro -- every inch of his skin is begging for contact, and if there was a way to wrap himself up completely in the other man? he'd do it. without question, without hesitation, until they could melt together into something whole and perfect.

when shiro presses two fingers into him, keith arches, throwing his head back with a guttural sound of need. but it melts into a whine when his body has time to realize that it isn't what he really wants; keith rocks down against shiro with a desperate, breathless sort of noise, grinding his hips down against the fingers inside him because he can't help himself. ]

No, no, not your fingers -- [ mouthing at shiro's jaw, open-mouthed kisses with the barest hint of teeth. ] I want your cock in me, Shiro. Mount me, mate me, fuck me, that's what I need.

[ Male omegas being as rare as they are, and Shiro's experience being what it was, he's only used to this kind of sex being a slow process of opening up and gentling in. He's never felt the raw, animal side of himself hunger for someone this way, and once Keith makes his demand? It's impossible not to obey.

He withdraws his fingers and doesn't bother wiping them off before he lifts Keith, takes himself in hand to line up and then sinks Keith down onto him in one easy slide and -

and the world shatters. ]

Keith!

[ shiro presses into him in one perfect slide, and something in keith snaps like a cord finally pulled too tight. he'd been worked up for so long before this that maybe it isn't any real surprise -- but that first thrust is all it takes to make him come for the first time, head thrown back and spine arched and voice struggling to make shiro's name out of the senseless little cry that escapes him.

fuck, if this is what it's like for everyone, then maybe it's no wonder alphas and omegas are so stupid about the whole sex thing. ]

Oh, fuck.

[ It takes Shiro a moment to realize Keith's come - or perhaps, more accurately, that Keith's come and he hasn't, because the hot, slick press of Keith's body around his cock twitches and seizes and the sensation of pleasure that shoots through Shiro is dizzying just for the physical sensation. It's what comes after that clues him in, the fierce, animal pride that surges through him, telling him the mate he's chosen is a good one and good for him, that he's won him by giving this pleasure and should keep him close, keep him forever to fill and fuck and own and be owned by. It's an alien sensation to a man who'd been so ready to leave behind what he'd been convinced was true love in order to follow his dreams and with it something in him comes unmoored, leaves him adrift to be tossed in the waves and capsized by the strength in what he's feeling.

His hands fix tight on Keith's hips, the muscle and machinery of his arms tensing and straining to lift the smaller man and pull him down again, driven and determined. ]

Mine. You're mine, Keith, mine.

[ before this, the thought of someone wanting to possess him so utterly might've made keith feel smothered, but now? shiro calls him his, and the sound of the words are enough to drive keith wild. he belongs to shiro, shiro belongs to him; how could that make anything less than perfect sense? ]

Yours, Shiro. Yours, yours, all yours, only yours.

[ it tumbles out of him in a near-senseless flood of babble, but fuck, he means the hell out of it.

and while he definitely could rearrange his legs better underneath him to assist with the rise and fall of the way shiro is fucking up into him, there's something about the ease with which shiro moves him that turns keith's blood to fire. so he gladly turns all the control over to shiro, more than happy to just clutch at him like a drowning man and ride this out. each thrust up inside him makes the inside of his skull explode in a burst of color and sound and sensation; every feeling is so heightened by the heat that keith is all but drunk off what they're doing, overwhelmed and dizzy under an onslaught of pleasure that's too much to really process. ]

Fuck, you're so big, you fill me up so good, s'perfect, Shiro, yes --

Good. Good.

[ Something deep in him purrs at the sound of that, of Keith confirming what Shiro now knows, feels like he's always known on some level he never really grasped. He keeps that pattern of lifting Keith over his body for a while, lost in the sensation of it - the tight press of Keith's body, the wet sensation of Keith's slick spreading over his body, his thighs with every movement. It's almost blinding, almost too much, and Shiro has to change tack for moment, just rocking Keith in his lap so he can bury his face in the crook of Keith's neck and breathe him in, to anchor himself in Keith. ]

Wanted you for so long, Keith. You're so good, so much better than I ever imagined -

[ it might be something of a break for shiro, but it's anything but for keith. because the way shiro settles him down in his lap and steadily rocks him there just means that the swollen head of shiro's dick presses up right against keith's prostate, and every shift has it grinding into a spot that makes keith see fireworks.

it takes him a few long moments to realize that the absolutely wrecked little mewling noises are coming from him, and keith honestly doesn't have enough functioning brain cells left to be embarrassed. his muscles spasm helplessly every time shiro rocks into him, pleasure crackling along his nerve endings like lightning, and it's all he can do just to clutch at shiro's shoulders and whine for more. ]

Shiro, Shiro, you're the only one I've ever -- fuck, only you, just you, I -- [ and he buries his face in shiro's shoulder with an overwhelmed little moan, unable to even get the rest of the thought out. ]

[ 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.

[ oh. well.

it's another thing keith hadn't particularly given that much thought to until now, but. with shiro's teeth teasing at the tender skin of his neck, and with shiro saying that, it's impossible for his mind not to snap to the thought of shiro sinking his teeth in and leaving a mating bite blooming vividly on his throat. proof of what they've done, clear as day, for everyone to see.

just the idea of it makes his dick throb between his legs. ]

Claim me, claim me, Shiro, I want -- [ and keith tips his head back in a clear offering, baring his throat in full. ] I need it, I'm yours --

[ Once the idea's planted, it's hopeless for Shiro. He groans against Keith's skin, holds his hips bruising-tight to fuck up into him for a few more thrusts, and clamps his teeth into Keith's neck.

In Shiro's defense, he's never done this before. He's not quite sure of what to expect. He's got a vague idea from hearing people talk, calling this binding, mating kind of sex with an omega the best sex you'll ever have but people say that about a lot of things that - in Shiro's experience - are pretty subjective. But Shiro bites into Keith's skin and it's like the act takes him over - his hips buck, pushing him as deep as he'll go, he feels himself tip over that edge into orgasm, and he feels his knot swell and lock him into Keith's body. It's a strange, alien feeling, something that none of his wondering ever came close to capturing, but at the same time it's right. Perfect, unimaginably so. What he was made for. The force of his orgasm rolls through his body, lighting him up, crashing over him like a wave except that it hits him over and over until he's dizzy with it. It's far more than he's ever experienced getting himself off, or with a partner, and he's too lost in the feeling of it and in hoarsely chanting Keith's name to even momentarily be embarrassed at his lack of stamina, until he's wrung-out and panting against Keith's skin. ]

[ shiro sinks his teeth into keith's neck, and it's like the whole universe shatters.

his climax hits him like nothing keith has ever experienced -- something brutal and raw, a burst of sensation so powerful that his spine arches and his head snaps back before he can even help it. and he's equally powerless to stop the wrecked wail of shiro's name that comes out of him, everything in him lit up and singing as a result of this perfection.

it's almost like he loses himself, loses time, in this endless sea of whited-out pleasure, and it takes him a long few moments to come winding slowly down. the tension in his muscles unwind little by little until he finally slumps bonelessly against shiro, panting into the other man's shoulder like he's just run a five-minute mile.

and it's only then, belatedly, that he realizes shiro has knotted him. it makes him groan out a low and sated sound -- the portion of his brain that's all base instinct is purring like a spoiled housecat; he's enticed and bedded a good mate, and the satisfaction of it is a powerful and bone-deep thing. ]

... holy shit.

[ it's slightly muffled because he doesn't bother to lift his face away from shiro's shoulder, and slurred because he's still wonderfully blissed out in the wake of a climax that wrung him all the way out. ]

[ Shiro's still breathing hard, panting against Keith's skin. But he has enough breath left to laugh at what Keith says, to nuzzle in close and press his lips to the print of his own teeth against Keith's neck. ]

Took the words right out of my mouth. That was... damn.

[ He can't help his curiosity. His hand drifts back to Keith' ass, fingers tracing lightly until they reach the place they're locked together. He presses, feels the tension of Keith's body stretched around him and then, just beyond that, the hard swelling of what must be his knot. He groans at the feel of it, at the idea that no matter what happens now their bodies will not release them until they're ready. It's kind of intoxicating. ]

Keith. Baby, that was so - that was incredible.

[ oh.

shiro presses against the place where keith is stretched around his knot, and keith can't help a little moan in response. it's tender there -- but in a good way, a way that means he's stretched out and full in a way that satisfies every biological urge. ]

God, Shiro, yeah, you're -- [ he breathes out, the exhale shuddering. ] ... I knew you'd be good, but you're perfect.

[ He laughs, a little breathlessly, and bites back a moan at the way it makes him move inside Keith. And after that, he can't resist pulling Keith in for another kiss - something slower and more indulgent than they've had so far, gentler than what was driven by their need. ]

I didn't - I never -

I had no idea it could be like this.

[ that kiss spills over his overheated (and overworked) system like something cool and sweetly refreshing -- he sighs out a happy little noise into the kiss, relaxing further into shiro as he does. ]

... so... you've really never --?

I mean, I heard -- [ and then realizing that might be a sensitive subject, he stumbles, tries to catch himself. ] Uh, I guess it was just dumb Garrison gossip, but --

[ There's a very brief moment in which Shiro thinks Keith is asking him if he's had sex before, and a corresponding pang of wishing that he hadn't, that Keith was the only one ever instead of the only one that ever mattered. That settles when he remembers - after longer than it should have taken - Adam. Keith had met Adam, known about them. Keith had even been inside their shared quarters. That makes the statement more interesting, and Shiro grins. ]

There was gossip about me? I want to hear. I hope it was vicious.

No! [ reflex. but that's stupid, he's already -- ] I mean, yeah, but it was just stupid talk, I don't even know why I listened...

[ ugh!! trying not to say it is just making it sound worse. ] ... people used to say that you weren't into omegas.

So, I... [ and his voice drops a little, gaze flicking to the side. ] ... I was a little worried that you'd be grossed out? If you knew. About me.

Oh. Well, I guess that makes sense.

[ He's never really thought about it. It's... a blessing, probably, and a mark of what high general esteem he'd been held in even as an openly gay alpha that the talk never reached him. Still, he can see where it would have come from. ]

I was pretty career-focused. I think if I'd met an openly gay omega and we'd been interested in each other, I probably would have been too scared of bonding to do anything about it. I'm sure people have workarounds, but I don't think I could have left a mate for a year or two to go off on a mission. It wouldn't have been fair.

... that makes sense.

[ and it's probably stupid to need the reassurance at this stage, but it makes him feel better. keith has never really been one to take much stock in other people's opinions, but shiro's? ... that means more to him than anything.

... besides. ] ... does this mean you wanna stay? With me.

[ Unfortunately, Shiro's very absorbed in idly tracing his fingers along the stretch of Keith's spine and across his shoulders, so at first he doesn't really catch anything in that question, answers as casually as he'd explained why he'd never been with an omega before. ]

Sure. I already knew I'd do anything to keep you safe. I don't see how this makes a difference, except that we get to do this now.

[ And then it hits, and he feels his cheeks heat. He leans back a little, looks at Keith's face as if he can search an answer out there before he even asks the question. ]

I mean, if - only if you - is that okay?

Yeah.

[ immediately, without the slightest bit of hesitation. but then he catches himself, realizes how eager that must've sounded, and flushes. ] ... I mean... I'd like that. A lot.

[ he leans forward shyly, pressing his mouth against shiro's in something soft and sweet. ] It's only ever been you for me, so.

Oh, Keith. Even when you thought -

[ Shiro's never been great at keeping his emotions off his face, and the sadness in that - in thinking that Keith might have had a crush on him, might have wanted him, when Shiro was in a relationship with another man, but even moreso when he thought Shiro was grossed out by omegas - is stamped over his face as starkly as his scar.

But. It doesn't matter any more, does it? They found each other. And the chances of that seems so unlikely - a gay male alpha and an even rarer male omega, and both of them in this role that would otherwise have meant forced distance and the threat of danger to a mate that would have been impossible to bear - that it feels like it's fate. Like they were always meant to end up like this, meant for each other. He leans back in, answers that kiss with something just as sweet but without a trace of shyness, holding Keith the way he's spent so long wanting to - like they belong to one another. ]

Then we stay. You and me.

It wasn't your fault.

[ immediately, because the last thing in the world that keith can bear is the sight of sadness on shiro's face. so he leans up impulsively to cup the other man's face in his hands, pressing another kiss against his mouth.

... and then another, and another, and another, until there's no hope of shiro keeping up that kicked puppy look. ]

I should have talked to you instead of listening to anyone else. [ and then he bumps their foreheads together, gently and sweetly. it's impossible to cry about spilled milk when he has this -- sometimes the roads you have to take to get to the good stuff are bumpy and twisted, that's just how life is. ]

Besides, [ and the corners of his mouth quirk up into a little grin, eyes glittering with laughter. ] By the end of this? I bet you can make me forget all about it.

Edited 2018-11-09 23:04 (UTC)

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