i love myself, i want you to love me

[bde]

[ It was just sparring. They’ve sparred countless times before, and sure, it’s sometimes made him a little… uncomfortable, but this time –

It wasn’t even today, that’s the worst part. He’s been stewing on it for three days – the way it had felt when he’d pinned Keith, the way Keith had looked up at him from under the press of his hips, the way Keith had smirked when Shiro told him to yield and wrapped his strong legs around Shiro’s waist and flipped them -

Three days is a long time to hold off, in the face of all that. At dinner Keith had stretched, and he wasn’t in that damn blades suit that leaves absolutely nothing about his fine musculature to the imagination, but his tshirt had ridden up and showed a stretch of skin that meant Shiro had hoovered down his food so as not to offend Hunk and then declared his intent for an early night. And now he’s in his room, alone with a bottle of lube he’d inconspicuously picked up on a trade moon. It’s a guilty sort of thing, and he really should be hurrying through it. Instead he’s luxuriating in every slippery stroke of his hand over the shaft of his cock, pressing his thumb against the slit in the head in tightly-rationed passes as he imagines Keith shifting from that pin and slipping a hand into Shiro’s pants, smirking at him as he exposes Shiro’s want, his need. Keith’s mouth, teasing over him and telling him the moment he moves it’s over, and that he can’t come until Keith says so. His own mouth on Keith’s cock, Keith’s hand fisted tight in his hair and guiding him to take him a little deeper with each pass. Keith with his front pressed against the wall of the showers, egging Shiro on, taking every inch of him and begging for more, more, more.

It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough, not when it’s not Keith, but this infatuation is Shiro’s burden to bear. He makes do with sloppily spilling more lube on his hand, pressing two fingers into his ass right off the bat – it hurts, a little, too much too soon, but that just spikes the pleasure through with something sharper and makes his breath hitch. He doesn’t even move them, really – just presses them in to the knuckle of his hand until that burn gives way to pleasure as he keeps stroking, too lost in the feeling of it to hear a knock at his door or remember that he gave Keith and entry code, told him to use it anytime. His breath is rough, little growls of need slipping out in spite of himself. ]

Fuck – yes - Keith -

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[feralistic]

[ shiro has been acting weird.

and even though keith tells himself that it's probably just the stress of his position as captain, but... it doesn't help, not really. shiro is more than capable of taking care of himself, and keith knows that, but he also can't help but worry about him like some kind of dumb mother hen. after all, shiro is the type to put everyone else's needs before his own, so if there is something up with him? it falls to keith to figure out what's going on and strong-arm shiro into letting him help.

tonight just happens to be the final straw. shiro sucks down his food and leaves the table so abruptly that even lance wonders aloud if something is up, and that's what finally spurs keith into action. he waits a little bit because going right after shiro would probably just raise the alarm bells for the other paladins, but...

finally, after enough time has passed to keep it from seeming inconspicuous, he makes his way to shiro's room. his two knocks don't prompt any answer from inside, but... shiro did tell him it was fine to let himself inside whenever, and...

... so keith makes the worst (best) mistake of his life, and opens the door right on up.

it's nothing but sheer luck that no one else is in the hall, because once keith comes face-to-face with what shiro is doing, he immediately gets rooted to the spot. shiro spread out on his bed, two fingers knuckle-deep inside himself and hand working on his cock, legs spread and skin glistening with sweat. it's hands down the hottest fucking thing keith has ever seen, and that's before shiro adds to it by groaning out keith like it's a dirty word and a prayer all at once, and --

he gets rudely startled from staring at shiro like a deer in the headlights of a robobeast when he hears distant voices starting to filter down the hall, and instinct kicks in. which is why he takes a step into the room and slams the door behind him, because like hell!!!! is he letting anyone else see shiro like this.

... it occurs to him about fifteen seconds too late that he probably should have also left. ]

... shit.