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]

[ 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. ]

[bde]

[ Good. Good. Shiro strokes him through it, keeps his tongue working against the way Keith clenches and moves with the force of his climax, and he feels a pride so fierce he can't help smirking against Keith's skin. He lets a moment or two pass before he wrangles Keith down over him, to drape his smaller form over Shiro's own. ]

You're so hot, [ he manages, and then - ] Kiss me. You taste so good, baby. I want you to taste it on me.

[feralistic]

[ he's reduced to a mess of panting and breathless little moans as shiro works him through his climax, his dick still achingly hard between his legs after everything. there's no way his body is going to let that be enough during a heat, not with an alpha (his alpha) so close. if anything, the need is even wilder -- there isn't a thought in his head that isn't shiro, that isn't having his hunger fulfilled.

but when shiro drags him down, keith is more than happy to oblige. he still has a hand fisted in the other man's hair as he dives in for a kiss, moaning at the taste of his own slick on shiro's tongue. god, the taste of himself on shiro's mouth is something he wants forever -- it makes him feel heady, like he's staked his claim.

when he breaks from the kiss, he's breathing hard, eyes hazed over with lust. and he only stays that way for a moment before he shifts, rolling off shiro and onto his knees, dropping down onto his elbows. presenting himself shamelessly, even reaching back with one hand to spread himself further. ] Shiro. You're not done yet.

[bde]

Not even close.

[ If it sounds cocky, that's mostly bravado. There's still something in Shiro that's shocked by the way Keith presents himself, but pleasantly so - it's the shock of being hit hard and sudden by a wave of want when he already thought he was already at the peak of it. And any attempt to play it cool is abruptly ruined by the way he surges up and behind Keith anyway, pausing only to lean down and lay a kiss on the stretch of Keith's spine before he lines himself up, and then -

then, it's bliss. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to the way it feels to be inside Keith. He wouldn't want to. For now, he hisses at the slide of it, too good, too welcome, and is thankful for how right it feels to be where he belongs. ]

Keith. How do you always feel so good?

[feralistic]

[ there's something immensely gratifying about how quickly shiro moves to him, and keith has just enough presence of mind left to feel smug about it before shiro presses into him again. and then everything that's not how good this feels sizzles away from him; he grips white-knuckled at the pillow near his head, moaning long and low as shiro bottoms out inside him. there's still an ache, but it's slight -- if anything, it just makes him that much more aware of shiro inside him, and...

it's good. ]

Because I'm made for you. [ and he twists a little, looking over his shoulder to meet shiro's gaze with heavy-lidded eyes. ] And you're made for me.

[bde]

Just for you, baby. Just the way it's meant to be.

[ He's... still, a moment, just taking in the feel of it and the look on Keith's face - already looking blissed out, just from this. Shiro reaches for him, brushes fingertips over his face and the pad of his thumb against his lips in lieu of the kiss their position won't allow him.

He starts gentle - as gentle as the need in him will allow, as gentle as he thinks Keith will let him go - out of respect for Keith's state. It's still almost over quite quickly; he sets his hands on Keith's hips, which seem narrow as they've ever been despite the rest of him filling out, and when he slides them up to Keith's waist out of sheer curiosity there's a hot rush through him at just how close he is to being able to wrap his hands around Keith's waist entirely. He groans, and takes a quick moment to think of the formula for the correct speed for a ship's re-entry into earth's atmosphere just until that insane, possessive flood recedes - and then he's not so gentle anymore, drawing out and rocking himself back into the deep heat of Keith's body again. ]

Keith, Keith. Baby, you're so hot. You feel that? My hands -

[ and he clenches, sets his grip into Keith's skin, lets him feel the sparse distance between thumbtips and the close of his fingers. ]

Tiny little thing like you, and you take all of me so good.

[feralistic]

[ shiro starts off slow, but that's okay, too. maybe it helps that shiro's already brought him off already, or maybe the worst of that wild need was burned away by their initial bond, but. it's slow and it's careful and it's still good; shiro presses into him so deeply each time that it punches the breath out of keith in ragged little groans, and he can feel the way his body clutches and drags around shiro's cock each time he draws back, like there isn't a single inch of keith that can bear to let him go.

he doesn't realize what shiro is doing, not until you feel that? pulls keith's attention away from the rock of shiro inside him. and then he can't help but stutter out a little laugh at the awe in shiro's voice, even though his blood flares hot in his veins at the sound of that praise. ]

I'm not tiny. [ which might sound like a better argument if he wasn't so breathless, if he didn't already sound half fucked to ruin already. ] You're just --

[ and he takes one of shiro's hands in his own, tugging it until he can slide it around and press it palm-flat against his lower belly. then he rocks back purposefully on shiro's next thrust into him, making sure it's deep. knowing it'll mean shiro can feel his own cock nudging up against where his hand is pressed to keith's stomach. ] -- big.

[bde]

Keith?!

[ Like it's something Keith is doing on purpose, like it's some kind of magic. And like and audience to a good trick, he wants more - presses that hand close and draws himself back again to thrust back in and feel the hard press of his dick moving inside Keith, pressing against his stomach.

It's insane. To feel it like that, to feel himself in Keith both inside and out, and he gives a little growl and repeats the action, faster now, like he can't get enough of it. Like he thinks someone's going to take it away from him. ]

Keith. Baby, you're so fucking good, so right for me. You already know just how to get me, just what I like. So good for me.

[feralistic]

[ he'd probably laugh again if shiro gave him the chance, but. that next thrust knocks the breath right back out of him, and with it goes any thought that isn't just basically exclamation points about shiro inside him.

and then shiro starts talking to him again, and --

oh. ]

Shiro, keep -- [ he whines a low sound as he falters over the words, struggling to piece them together in the messy haze that his brain is being reduced to. ] Keep saying -- Keep --

[bde]

Keep telling you how good you are? How perfect you feel around my cock? How bad you make me want to fill you up, give you just what you need?

[ He's moving the whole time, his voice stuttering in time with his thrusts as he drives into Keith. And it's not - not close enough, suddenly, so he presses a hand to Keith's chest and pulls him up onto his knees, presses Keith's back to his chest so he has to rock up into him. ]

Perfect. you're perfect, Keith, you're everything I need.

[feralistic]

[ keith can't stifle the way he shouts as shiro pulls him upwards and changes the angle, reaching back blindly for something to anchor himself to and finding it as he tangles his fingers in the hair at the back of shiro's head. he's on fire from within, and shiro's words pour over him like fuel -- he's never wanted so badly to please someone, to make them feel good, and he soaks up shiro's confirmation that he's doing exactly that. ]

Fuck, Shiro, I wanna be good for you, I wanna be perfect. [ he turns his face into shiro's, nosing into his temple, intoxicated by the way every breath he drags into his lungs is rich with the other man's smell. ] I wanna be the only one you want, the only one who can give you what you need.

[bde]

You are. You are, baby. Nobody could ever make me feel the way you do.

[ And... maybe it's cheating, considering Keith just pulled this on him, but he guides Keith's free hand down to whee his own was moments ago before he rocks up into him, lets Keith feel what had driven him so crazy. And his own hand, the flesh one that's not currently braced tight on Keith's hip? That goes up to Keith's throat.

It's not hard, not tight. Not enough to cut off air. But Shiro likes the way it feels there, likes the hard thump of Keith's pulse under his touch. ]

Who else could give me this? Nobody. Nobody but you.