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]

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.

[feralistic]

[ he drags in a shuddering little breath, and the smell of his alpha's desire washes over him like wine, warming the blood in his veins and making him ache. his arousal is insistent enough to start dragging him out of the warm fog of sleep; he rocks his hips back with a little whine as he starts to come back to himself more fully, breath hitching as the movement makes shiro's cock nudge up against him.

part of him wants to turn around, and part of him likes it just like this. especially when he can feel one of shiro's big hands splayed over his chest, shiro pressed in a line of heat up against his back. but it doesn't satisfy the itch of arousal, and that's enough to make him whine. ]

[bde]

[ Keith's want calls to him, drags Shiro further into awareness, into wakefulness, until he's present enough to give a little chuckle and shift the hand on Keith's chest enough to rub at the bud of a nipple. ]

How're you feeling?

[ It's... a courtesy, really, because he can tell from the way Keith presses back against him and the hitch and whine of his breath that he wants it. But they... they went pretty hard last night. It's worth checking in. ]

[feralistic]

[ shiro's hand finds one of his nipples, and he's so turned on that the tease of that stimulation is enough to send little zaps of electricity through his system. the feeling of it is enough to make him mewl, biting at his lower lip to stifle the sound even as he tries to arch himself up greedily into shiro's touch. ]

Hot. [ because that's the best way of summing up his major complaint, really. ] All over.

[ and then a little whine: ] You're not inside me.

[bde]

[ Oho. The sound Keith makes when Shiro rubs at his nipple is intriguing, so of course Shiro does it again - traces his finger around the rise of it, and then gently rolling it between thumb and forefinger. He loves this, loves the way Keith reacts to him. It's clear in the way he rolls his his again, pressing the hot, hard length of his dick against the back of Keith's legs, shifts his hips until the press of it slips him between Keith's thighs and moans at the press of it. It's cruel, probably, given what Keith's just said. Even like this, he can feel how much Keith wants him, the slick of him already apparent. ]

Not sore or anything? I want you -

[ and he pauses here, licks a line up the bared stretch of Keith's neck ]

- but I want you to feel good.

[feralistic]

[ he gasps as shiro touches him like that, his cock twitching between his legs as the sensation thrills down his spine. he's sensitive there in a way he's never explored before; it's less immediately satisfying than touching his dick, but it's... good. a feeling that spreads all the way through him instead of being focused on one central point, one that heats his blood and makes him squirm restlessly against shiro.

and when shiro asks him if he's sore, keith is fully prepared to lie. ... but he knows that part of intimacy is trust, and the idea of lying to shiro about anything -- even a minor ache -- sits wrong in his chest. so: ] ... a little.

But you promised you'd fuck me until I was purring. [ and he rolls his hips back insistently, trying to turn his head enough to catch shiro's mouth in a kiss. ] You promised.

[bde]

Baby. I will.

[ He doesn't want to hurt Keith. The thought of it is sickening. Buuuut... he also thinks his intended plan of getting Keith to wait until he's had a chance to recover is going to go better if he's distracted. So he wriggles the arm that's under them until he can use that to keep up the gentle but insistent tugging at Keith's nipple, and lets his other hand coast down to wrap around Keith's dick. It shouldn't be a surprise that he's as hard as he is, but Shiro still hums with quiet pleasure as he curls his fingers around Keith, starts to stroke at him. ]

Didn't I do it already? Didn't I take care of you last night? Let me take care of you now.

[feralistic]

[ if you'd asked keith before this entire encounter if he thought he'd be the type to enjoy petnames, it probably would have been a hard no. ... but when it's shiro saying it, calling him baby with all the warm adoration in the universe? keith loves it. it makes him feel like he's something special, something precious -- and it's something just for the two of them, something no one but shiro will ever be allowed to call him. ]

Y-Yeah, but --

[ it's not enough.

but the feeling of shiro wrapping a hand around his cock draws another little mewling sound of out of him, rocking his hips forward into the other man's big hand. having shiro jerk him off just makes the way he tweaks and teases at his nipple feel all the better; it sharpens the pleasure somehow, makes it add more intently to the heat at the pit of his belly. it's hard not to be distracted when shiro is playing him like this -- keith is struggling to focus on anything that's not how good shiro's hands feel on him, his brain more than willing to melt back into a pile of hormone-addled mush.

and part of his squirming has the added effect of making his thighs clench and rub around shiro's dick, groaning a low noise of appreciation at the feeling of shiro nudging against him. ]

[bde]

Fuck.

[ It's low and breathless, because the way Keith squirms against him feels incredible. There really isn't a spare ounce of fat on Keith, his thighs are as toned and taut with lean muscle as the rest of him, but the skin there is soft and warm enough to feel hot. It's good in a way that's different to being inside Keith, something that's half promise and half tease, and the movement of Shiro's hips gets more steady until it's undeniably a slow thrust. ]

You feel so good, Keith. Even like this, you're so good.

[ And Shiro's keen to give as good as he's getting. He slips his thumb up over the head of Keith's dick on the next stroke, rubs at the slit there, and when his touch comes away messy and slick he uses it to make the next pass that much better, twisting his wrist slightly as he does. Keith is heavy in his hand, thick and needy, and it makes Shiro moan just to feel it.

He almost wishes he had more hands. One to work at Keith's other nipple, one to press thick fingers into his mouth and tell him to suck. That'd keep him occupied. As it is, Shiro just lets his lips brush against the shell of Keith's ear, presses a kiss to the delicate skin below it. ]

[feralistic]

[ he moans at the sound of shiro cursing in his ear, because keith knows damn well it's because of him. and everything in him thrills at the thought that he turns shiro on -- not because it's a secret, not because shiro didn't make that fact more than clear last night, but because he wants to. ]

I can feel better. [ it's a promise and an attempt at coaxing him, rocking his hips back as he does so. ] I'll make you feel so much -- nnh...

[ because the rest of what he was going to say gets lost as shiro thumbs at the head of his cock, twisting his wrist around him on the next pass. it makes something in keith's brain flare and sizzle out, makes his toes curl and his words fail him. unfair. ]

[bde]

Oh, I know you can. So good, better than I ever thought.

[ Faster, now, in the movement of his hand over Keith's dick and the movement between his thighs. There's enough of his slick now to make that thrusting feel wet, and it's good -

but it only reminds him of what Keith's saying, of how much better it feels inside him. How right. That's a little frustrating, honestly, and the fingers teasing at Keith's nipple go in for a quick tweak instead. ]

Here I am, trying to be careful with you. trying to treat you right. It almost feels like you're trying to talk me out of it.

[feralistic]

[ he's powerless to stop the way he cries out as shiro tweaks at his nipple, hips jerking forward helplessly into the other man's fist. he's so turned on that each and every sensation is like a little electric shock; his cock is leaking precome as shiro jerks him off, chest heaving with little panting breaths. ]

Don't want you to be careful. Want -- [ and he licks his lips as a thought occurs to him, eyes going hazy. ] ... want...

[ and there's only a slight lull between that and keith becoming a sudden blur of motion, not giving shiro any warning before he presses the older man down on top of him and straddles his shoulders. he keeps shiro's human arm pinned up above his head, but they both know it wouldn't stop shiro from flipping him off easily if he wanted.

... shiro won't want to, that's what keith is counting on. ]

I want you to eat me out. [ it makes his breath hitch, cheeks flushed and eyes blown wide and dark with arousal. ] I want... I want you to smell me, taste me, until you can't think about being careful. Until you can't think about anything but fucking your knot into me, breeding me full.

[ ... and no one has any right to be shy after saying something so filthy, but keith manages. ] ... is that okay?

[bde]

Yup.

[ It's a little squeak of a thing, because he's so damn surprised and turned on it's all he can manage. So Shiro squeaks his agreement and nods furiously for good measure, and then - slowly, carefully, like he's worried about spooking Keith if he does it too fast - he raises his metal arm, lays it alongside the other. It's... not what an Alpha should do. It would be simple enough for him to pick Keith up and sit him where he wants him, a strong move, the kind of thing that's expected of him, but... it's not what he wants, not after that display. The knowledge makes him cautious about it. It's not as if anything about them has exactly been conventional so far, but an Alpha going suddenly submissive? That ought to be an automatic bonerkill, if locker room talk is anything to go by.

Still. ]

Please, [ And it's quiet, soft, but threaded through with need. ] Sit on my face.

[feralistic]

[ honestly? bonerkill is the absolute farthest thing from keith's mind. instead, he moans as shiro stretches both arms up above him, trusting keith so completely that he's willing to let keith take the lead. ]

Shiro.

[ and he can't help but lean down to press a kiss to the other man's mouth, slow and sweet, before he sits up and shifts himself to do exactly as he was asked. it's... not something he's done before, and the fear of crushing shiro's head (or something equally terrible) is a Very Real Thing. so he's cautious as he arranges himself with a knee on either side of shiro's head, gripping at the headboard and not lowering himself down quite yet. ]

Like this?

[bde]

Yeah. Yeah.

[ It's still a little breathless, and honestly it might be better the other way around - the last thing he needs is for Keith to look down, see his own cock and balls draped tenderly over Shiro's face, and laugh himself right off - but if Keith's comfortable, that's what's important. There's a moment's thought before he shoves one of the pillows under his neck for support, and then Shiro lays his hands right back over his head, the way they were. ]

I'll tap your knee if I need you to move, so don't - don't worry. Don't think about anything except what you want. Just -

[ A beat, and he laughs. ]

Baby, you gotta sit down. I can smell you. It's driving me crazy, I can't wait anymore.