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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[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.

[feralistic]

[ well.

it was taking keith a moment to gather up his nerve to actually sit on shiro's face, but when shiro says that he can smell him? there's some stupid primal part of him that thrills with arousal at the thought, that loves the idea of being able to turn his alpha on with his scent alone. and that blots out enough rational thought for keith to just do as shiro says, settling himself right down over the other man's face and then moaning a low noise at that first point of contact.

he's so turned on right now that it feels like anything could set him off -- even the feeling of shiro's breath against him is enough to make him shiver, head falling back and one hand fisting itself into the longer forelock of shiro's hair. ]

[bde]

[ Oh, well, that's -

that's incredible. The scent that had already been churning the heat in Shiro's gut into furious want is suddenly overwhelming, and Shiro moans before he even really does anything. He means to take it slow, presses his lips to Keith's skin in what would be a chaste kiss if it wasn't over the delicately ridged skin between his legs... and loses that sense of control almost immediately, opening his mouth and letting his tongue flicker there before it drags. Keith's slick with need, sweet and intoxicating. He feels - soft, delicate, something that's probably to do with lingering tenderness after what they did the night before, and even that is shamefully arousing - the thought that even like that, Keith wants him this badly.

Not shameful enough to stop him from dragging tight circles with his tongue and pressing to slip the tip of it in to lick into Keith, though. ]

[feralistic]

[ fuck.

that first rough drag of shiro's tongue is enough to make keith cry out sharply, spine arching and hips rocking down senselessly against the other man's mouth. he's still worried about putting too much of his weight down on shiro, but that's just about the only rational thought he can cling down -- he presses a fist against his mouth and bites down on his knuckles in an effort to stifle himself, dick leaking between his legs.

it's good. maybe even better because he's still tender, because he feels everything so much more. ]

[bde]

[ Keith cries out and rocks down against him, and that's it. That is what Shiro wants, suddenly and in blazing need. He wants Keith to ride his face, to use him for pleasure, and Shiro forgets about keeping his hands above his head in supplication. Grabs instead for Keith's hips to guide him, to urge him to keep the motion he'd found before, as Shiro just opens his mouth wide and works his tongue against whatever Keith will allow him.

It's... strange, really. His cock is so hard it aches, an angry, heavy thing leaking precome against his belly, and he wants so badly to be inside Keith, but there's no urgency to it. Not like there was before, not when Keith is making those sounds and so, so sweet against his tongue. There's a security in it that he imagines comes from the bonding. He wants to fuck Keith, to fill him up and make him cry out on his knot, but he's content to wait. Keith is his omega, and Shiro is going to take care of him, and eating his ass until he's shaking, until he decides he can't take any more and he needs more? It's part of that. A good part.

Inappropriate, maybe, but he hums his contentment, and curls his tongue into Keith again. ]

[feralistic]

[ shiro has him by the hips suddenly, pulling him down for more, and keith forgets all about keeping himself quiet. the hand at his mouth goes instead to the headboard just to keep himself from toppling, and that means that there's nothing to muffle his next cry. his thighs shake with the effort it takes just to keep holding himself, fist clenched so tightly around shiro's hair that he must be pulling. but he can't focus on that, can't focus on anything but it's not the feeling of shiro licking up against him.

god, he can feel how wet he is, and the thought of the mess he must be making against shiro's skin fans the flames that much more. he likes it, likes the thought that shiro won't be able to stand next to anyone for weeks without them picking up the faint smell of keith on his skin. ]

Fuck, Shiro, it's so good, it feels so good, I -- [ he trails off with a noise that can only be described as a whimper as shiro's tongue hunts out a particularly sweet spot, biting down hard on his lower lip. ] God, I'm so -- Burning up, Shiro, want you so bad...

[bde]

[ There's a perverse little part of him that wants to keep Keith exactly where he is, to clamp down on his hips and hold him there until he cries, until he collapses with it.

Fortunately for Keith there's no way Shiro's own desire is going to lay quiet long enough for that to happen, so while he doesn't stop mouthing at Keith he does loose his grip, skimming his hands down over Keith's thighs before he lays them against the pillow again so Keith can stay or move as he pleases. He's loving this, ever moment of it - the tremor in Keith's thighs, the sounds he makes, the burn of his hand in Shiro's hair. The fact that he's drenched in Keith's slick, so much that he can't remember any other scent, any other taste. ]

[feralistic]

No, no --

[ he's too overheated to put what he wants into proper words, but. he grabs after one of shiro's wrist, just happening to catch the metal of the galra hand. and he plants it back firmly on his skin, curling shiro's fingers into his thigh for emphasis. ]

I like it. [ it's panted out, shameless. ] I want it to bruise.

[bde]

Fuck.

[ Silly, to talk with his mouth where it is, but it slips out anyway. If you can call it talking; it's more of a moan, needy and lustful. He loves the idea that Keith wants to wear the mark of his touch, even under clothes where nobody will see. The thought of it makes his cock twitch greedily, and so he tightens his grip as instructed - one hand on Keith's thing and the other over his hip, where the feel of Keith even against his natural hand is so small but so strong he can't help another greedy moan before he presses his tongue in again, as firm and as deep as he can make it. ]

[feralistic]

[ he moans again, a ragged thing that's punctuated by the greedy way he works his hips back against shiro's mouth. everything in him feels like it's on fire; he needs shiro inside him, fucking him, so badly that he's nearly driven crazy by it, but his mouth feels too fucking good to pull away from. and he's too impossibly turned on to know what to do about all the conflicting desires raging through him, so.

he just grinds back against shiro's tongue with a greedy little whine, trying to chase down the edge of an orgasm he can feel trying to build at the pit of his belly. ]

Sh-Shiro, god, I need to -- [ he drops his head forward with a pant, groaning at the ache in his dick. ] I wanna come, I need to, I need, I --

[bde]

[ That's all the instruction Shiro needs. It might not be quite what Keith was after, but Shiro lets go of Keith's hip and moves his hand to Keith's dick instead, pumping over it as best he can with the awkward angle. It won't be his best work, for sure, but from the near-frantic edge in Keith's voice he doesn't need Shiro's best, he just needs to get off.

It's strange, and maybe he's imagining it, but he thinks he can taste how close Keith is. There's something sharper in it, but pleasantly so - like a twist of lemon in an overly-sweet drink, and Shiro just laps at him with all the more enthusiasm for it. ]

[feralistic]

[ shiro's damn right in the guess that keith is close enough to not need a whole lot to get him there, so. just the way that shiro wraps a hand around his dick and starts to stroke him is enough to make him cry out sharply, head jerking back as shiro builds him up to that peak.

he ends up hitting his peak so hard that he sees stars as a result, thighs squeezing around shiro's head as the tremors of his orgasm hit him. and the ragged cry he makes is his best effort at saying shiro's name in the throes of having his universe rocked, so. ]