There's solace, a bit, in submitting

[bde]

[ 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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[bde]

Just for you, baby.

[ It shouldn't be possible. At least, it doesn't feel like it should be possible, to be getting hard again before his knot's even gone down. But Keith feels so good, warm and tight, and Shiro buries his fingers in the silky mess of Keith's hair and pulls him in for another kiss, deep and lingering. ]

I'm sorry you had to deal with this on your own. But... I'm so, so glad we're here now.

[feralistic]

[ like this, he can feel the way that shiro starts to swell again inside him, and it's enough to make him moan a low noise into that kiss. it feels like shiro is responding to what he wants -- what he needs -- before keith even has to voice the desire, and it's...

... it feels like so much more than he ever dreamed of getting. something there's no way that he deserves.

but he breathes out a low laugh when the kiss breaks, easing into a slow rhythm of rolling his hips down into shiro's lap. not enough to tug where shiro's knot is still caught inside him, but enough to let shiro's dick grind right up against that good spot inside him. ] I thought you old guys weren't supposed to have a lot of steam in the sack, huh?

[bde]

[ HE'S TWENTY FIVE

THAT'S NOT OLD

HE'S IN THE PRIME OF HIS LIFE

and yet, like this, he can't quite find it in him to be cross. It just makes him think of the days back at the garrison, when Keith had called him old timer and they'd raced hoverbikes across the desert, free of any concerns. It's good, to think of how easy things were then, but this? This is better, and he moans low in his throat at the feeling of Keith rocking against him, buries a kiss at the side of his neck. ]

I know I've always said patience yields focus, but maybe there's something to be said for pure inspiration.

[feralistic]

Oh yeah?

[ there's a grin and a challenge in his voice, skating one hand up shiro's broad chest until he can find the tender swell of a nipple. then he circles a finger around it until it pebbles up in response, giving it a little tweak. ]

So what do I inspire you to do?

[bde]

[ He hisses as Keith tweaks his nipple, arching into the touch. It's good, good enough for him to lift a hand to clamp around Keith's wrist and hold his hand there for a moment, trying to encourage more. ]

I want everything. I want to fuck you until neither of us can walk straight. I want you forever.

[ He rolls his hips, taking advantage of what little movement the swell of his knot allows, and catches Keith's eye with a smirk. ]

And sometime very soon, I want to eat your ass until you cry.

[feralistic]

[ oh.

just like that, whatever leading edge keith thought he was holding over shiro is shattered. the words bloom into heat at the pit of his belly, and he doesn't have to look at a mirror to know the way his eyes go hazy, his mouth slack.

for a moment, the want is so powerful that he can't function past it --

but he swallows, trying to get his bearings again, because keith isn't someone who can bear to accept a loss. ] That's --

[ but he can't come up with anything after that, and he drops his head forward with a low groan. ] Fuck.

[bde]

[ Well that's

good to know.

It's good in general, really. Shiro's not a stranger to reading desire in expressions or actions (although maybe not as good at it as he thought, considering) but it's something entirely new to feel it this way. He can smell the want on Keith's skin, feel it like a pull, and he groans with it. ]

You like that idea, huh, baby? Good. Good.

[ And it's... careful, so careful, because he never wants to risk hurting Keith, but he starts moving again. Slowly rocking his hips, shifting inside of him, unable to wait until the swell of his knot recedes before he can have this again. ]

I'm gonna spend the rest of my life making you feel good. Giving you everything you deserve.

[feralistic]

[ shiro starts to rock up into him again, and fuck. he's still so sensitive, and that just makes everything better -- the slow grind of shiro's dick up against his prostate coupled with the way his tight muscles tug around shiro's knot whenever he pulls back, it's... ]

Good, Shiro, so good --

[ keith groans a low sound, finding a rhythm of rolling his hips to match the way that shiro is rocking into him. the way shiro's knot teases at him is enough to drive him crazy -- it's down enough that it teases at popping free each and every time shiro pulls back, stretching at the tight ring of muscles and sending an overload of sensation sizzling up keith's spine. ] All I need is you, you're the only -- fuck, you're all I want, all I need.

[bde]

[ God, it's so good like this, and Keith's so tight even like this, fucked-out and dripping slick, and it's enough to have Shiro's breath ramping up towards panting as he moves. But he's not too far into it to miss the way Keith reacts every time Shiro's knot pulls at him, the stutter in his speech, the way he curses. ]

Oh. You like it big, huh? That what you need?

[ It's a careful thing, slow and experimental, but this time he eases back a little more, until the pressure is almost blinding - until he's drawn out very nearly to the thickest part of him, his knot achingly full in the hot clutch of Keith's body. ]

This okay?

[feralistic]

[ keith can only moan in response, even though he's still present enough for the words to send a little furl of embarrassment bloom up through him. it's embarrassing to be so obvious about it, but he can't seem to help himself -- the way that it feels makes his nerve endings light up like fireworks, sends a sizzling volley of pleasure popping in his skull.

and then shiro pulls back, slow and careful and farther than he's gone before, until his knot has keith stretched out so good that he's seeing stars. all he can manage is a broken groan that trails off into something more closely resembling a mewl, fingers scrabbling over shiro's shoulders and throat working hard as he swallows back a curse. his head is thrown back, chest heaving with short, sharp breaths, and fuck, he's so full, so full, so full --

then shiro pops free of him without warning, and keith cries out sharply in response, toes curling hard enough to make his calves cramp. fuck. ]

[bde]

[ For a moment, it's everything. The pressure of Keith around him, so it the sensation of it is hot, liquid gold pouring the length of his spine, the sounds Keith makes, the sight of him like this making Shiro's cock twitch inside him -

and then he takes it too far, pulls free and Keith makes a sound that Shiro's never heard from him before, his body jolting, and the part of Shiro's mind that yowls to be back inside him is drowned out entirely by the part that wants to protect. He pulls Keith close, clamps him against his body in his panic. ]

Keith! Baby, I'm sorry, are you okay?

[feralistic]

No, no --

[ but he's aware enough to realize that no isn't exactly the right word to keep shiro going, so. he squirms in shiro's lap, puffing a frustrated little sound when he can't find the right leverage to get shiro's dick back in him. and while he loves the other man with his whole heart for being concerned enough about him to stop in the middle of everything to check and make sure he's all right, there's also a rather vocal part of keith's brain that is going to stab something if he can't get what his body is screaming for. ]

Keep going. [ it comes out as a growl, ragged and needy. and he rocks his hips again to emphasize the point, nipping impatiently at shiro's shoulder. ] Fuck me, more, I didn't say you could stop.

[bde]

[ The no is alarming, but Shiro knows Keith well enough to read into the tone of his voice and the look on his face not to go instantly soft at the sound of it. There's a benefit to being as close as they are, to having known one another for so long. Sometimes it feels like Keith is the only person who really knows Shiro, so an easier understanding comes with the territory.

Or maybe it's just that the raw, animal desire in Shiro is muffling out the part that would normally go cold with shock. Either way, it buys him enough time that he's still hard when Keith demands more, and he grins with it, wide enough to show his eye teeth. ]

Baby. I'd never leave you hanging like that.

[ So naturally, the thing to do is to grab Keith by the hips and wrestle them back onto the bed, pinning Keith back against it as he lines himself up again. It's not what Keith is asking for, but when he pushes in again he does it slow, all the way, not just around the thick swell of his knot. ]

Not gonna stop until you have just what you need. All of it, just for you.

[ It's incredible. The feeling of caging him in like this, being over him, and that extra push, almost too intense as he works back in what was never really supposed to come out. It narrows his vision right down until everything but Keith is blurred in black, and he growls with the feeling of it. ]

[feralistic]

[ he barely even has time to process the words before shiro is pinning him down against the mattress, and it's raw instinct that immediately has him trying to struggle back against the hold. he growls a low noise, surging up against shiro's hold as if they're sparring on the mat. the want in him is a senseless, overwhelming thing -- he can't even process that shiro is working on giving him what he needs because he doesn't have it now, and --

then shiro presses back into him, slow and deep, and a sharp keening sound gets pulled out of keith before he can even try to stifle it. instantly, his focus goes from trying to get himself back on top to trying to keep shiro here -- his legs wrap around the other man's waist greedily, hips rolling down against him even though shiro already has him filled up all the way. ]

Just for me. All mine, Shiro. You're my Alpha, my mate.

[bde]

All yours. Gonna keep you here until you can barely walk. Fucked-out and happy, purring with it. I'm gonna give you a baby, take real good care of you.

[ Keith locks him in with the clamp of those lean-muscled legs, and it's unnecessary - there's no place in the world Shiro would rather be - but it's good. It makes him feel wanted, needed, tells him he's made the right choice, and rocks his hips faster, desperate to hear the sound of Keith's satisfaction confirming it. ]

[feralistic]

Fuck, Shiro, yeah --

[ the words burn through him, setting the blood in his veins on fire until it feels like he's going to burn up from the inside out. it doesn't even matter that what shiro is promising him is impossible; he's drunk off the hormones from his heat, and all that matters is that his mate wants to fuck him until he's knocked up properly. it appears to the senseless animal hindbrain that's all but taken over, and...

well, fuck it. if it feels good, it's good. keith is turned on way too fucking much to pump the brakes and bother dissecting it. ]

You wanna knock me up, huh? Just so you can show me off, let everyone see how good you took care of me. [ and he moans as shiro ups the pace into him, trying to encourage it with everything he has. ] Yeah, Shiro, I'll be good for you, I'll give it to you, anything --

[bde]

Yeah. I'm gonna fill you up, give you triplets, let everyone see you're mine. Let them see what they're missing out on. You're so good to me, baby, so right, you take it so well -

[ It's... babble, now, shameless and needy, drunk off the visceral, biological connection they share. He wrestles with the grip Keith has on him, pries a leg loose until he can hook it over his shoulder and drive into Keith that much deeper, shuddering with the feel of it. ]

Keith, Keith -

[feralistic]

[ he cries out as shiro hooks a leg over his shoulder, arching up off the mattress as the new angle just lets shiro get that much deeper. it's so good that every inch of his body is singing with it, every nerve ending lit up and perfectly overloaded. ]

Shiro, Shiro, Shiro --

[ he's panting, voice breaking around a shameless litany of sounds with every thrust of shiro into him. the tension wound up in him is drawing to its breaking point -- he just gets brought closer to that edge every time that shiro drives into him, and it feels like he's going to shatter, but it's so fucking good he doesn't care. his nails rake lines down shiro's back as he tries to draw him even closer, legs squeezing at him as if there's any real danger of shiro pulling away. ]

So close, please, fuck, I need -- nnh, Shiro -- !!

[bde]

[ It's more than enough encouragement. He shifts higher, so Keith's all but bent in half, and coming up onto his knees gives him the leverage to make sure every rapid thrust is long and deep, pulling the swell of him all the way out and forcing it back in until the pressure makes him cry out, just the way Keith had asked him for and more. ]

Yes, Keith, anything. Anything for you, for my mate. You're perfect, you're so perfect, you're mine -

[ As it turns out? Coming with your knot still half-swollen is an intense experience. It makes his vision blur out of focus and kaleidoscope, sizzles through him in a way that he feels down to his fingers and toes and shivering under his scalp, and the sound it wrenched out of him is half a scream. It's terrifying, it's wonderful, it's too much -

but it's not done until Keith comes too, and he maintains his battering pace striving after it. ]

[feralistic]

[ it's almost like shiro is knotting him over and over and over, and the way his body responds to it is sheer overload. his toes are curled so hard that there's a cramp knotted in one of his calves, spine bowed to the point that the muscles in his abdomen are trembling from keeping him so taut, but keith doesn't feel any of it. there's nothing left in the universe except for shiro -- the sound of shiro's voice, the bruising grip shiro has on his skin, the feeling of shiro fucking into him so deep and hard that keith feels like he's going to come to pieces.

and when his orgasm hits, it's like nothing else he's ever felt. keith howls with the force of it, arching up just a few more impossible inches higher as his body wrings him dry. the whole world blazes white, and every single nerve ending in his body feels like it's lit up and screaming with sensation. ]

Shiro!!

[bde]

[ There it is. Keith bucks up and shouts out below him, his body clenching and fluttering around Shiro as if it's trying to drain him dry, and Shiro gives one final, slow inward press before he more or less collapses on Keith, burying his face at his neck and tasting the salt of his sweat as he kisses him. He's exhausted, and honestly a little stunned - but it's good. ]

Keith. Keith, baby, my god. You're so good. I'm never letting you go.

[feralistic]

[ the sex is amazing, but so is this -- shiro sinking down into him and pressing kisses to his skin, murmuring praise and love and promises meant just for him. it's such an incredible thing that keith is almost dizzy with it; his limbs feel like they're filled with sand, but he still finds the strength to wrap his arms around shiro's shoulder and cling tight. it's stupid, but he can feel a lump in his throat and a stinging at the corner of his eyes; this is so good, so perfect, that it's almost terrifying. ]

Don't. Don't let me go, Shiro, promise you'll hold on forever.

[bde]

Promise. I promise.

[ Holding on to Keith as he rolls onto his side so he doesn't squash the smaller man is a good start. It's good, so good to be like this - sated and warm and loved, a feeling of belonging nestled under his heart that balances out the physical exhaustion of having everything he'd dreamed of all at once. And it seems he's determined to take the promise literally, at least for now; when sleep comes for him it's deep and restful, a thick, delicious blanket that cloaks him in peace, dreamless and warm. And when he wakes it's even better. Still entangled, though he's maneuvered himself behind Keith to press close against his back.

He's not even fully awake when he buries his face in Keith's neck, breathing him in deep as his hand rests warm over his stomach. Too early for it all to seem like a good dream, he's lost in the comfort of it - even if his dick is very, very aware of this situation. ]

[feralistic]

[ it's a tribute to his exhaustion that keith sleeps as long and deeply as he does even in the throes of a heat like this. or maybe there's something to be said for the comfort of having shiro wrapped up around him? either way, it's hours before he stirs again, a sleep that's leaden and lovely, one that he has to struggle up from as if he's caught in molasses.

it's the itch of arousal that does it first -- even before keith is awake enough to be aware of it, his brows knit, mumbling something in response to some formless dream. he's already achingly hard again, and it's enough to make him squirm restlessly in the search of some kind of friction, but the arm shiro has around him is heavy and unyielding. he isn't really awake enough to formulate what he wants, only that he needs -- ]

Shiro...

[bde]

[ The reaction isn't a conscious one, but it's a reaction. Shiro hums a sound of approval against Keith's skin, drags his hand up to rest on Keith's chest over his heart - and as innocent as all of that is, his hips shift until his cock presses insistently against the back of Keith's thighs, nudging where they're pressed together. It wouldn't take much pressure to slip between them if he was awake enough, but as it is the lazy, sleepy roll of his hips just pumps more warmth into his system, makes him murmur little sounds into Keith's neck. It's not quite a dream - he's not asleep enough for that - but all he's really aware of is warmth, and Keith, and feeling good. ]

Baby.