There's solace, a bit, in submitting

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[ 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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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.

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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 --

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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.

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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.