fourstrings

[ Shiro melts into that kiss, spilling into it like he needs it to survive, sighing heavy around the slip of Keith's tongue against his and the way Keith moves against him. When he's done this before - been with someone while he was in rut - coming has always been enough to take the edge off, at least for a little while, enough to buy him a few hours to feel like himself instead of a burning, prowling mess of desire. Now, with Keith? He wants him again already, and his knot hasn't even come down enough to let him pull out to begin with.

It's that thought that lets him give in to his earlier impulse, reaching behind Keith to press at him with the careful pads of his fingers, keeping his claws out of the way. He can feel the swell of himself beyond the taut heat of Keith's body, and shudders at the feel of it, at the thought of how it must look. ]

Your eyes went yellow before. Your nails felt like claws. I wonder how well I'd have to fuck you to make you lose control completely?

[ He rolls his hips, defiant of they way their bodies are locked together, relishing the feel of how it moves him inside of Keith. ]

I wonder how many times I'm going to have to do it to find out?