fourstrings | little red riding hood, i'd like to hold you if i could

little red riding hood, i'd like to hold you if i could

[ It's been fine.

He hadn't expected – any of this, really. He hadn't expected the subject of his extraction mission to be entirely human to the eyes, given he was told the subject was half-galra. He hadn't expected said subject to be the most beautiful individual he'd ever seen, and he definitely hadn't expected to see Keith look back at him with a similar level of interest, to climb into his lap when they were off base for a mission and kiss him while the shuttle's autopilot guided itself home. Since then it's been a series of slow and controlled encounters, heated kisses exchanged in the relative privacy of their thin-walled quarters, fumbling of hands and mouths and on one single glorious occasion, Keith reaching back to grip handfuls of Shiro's hair while Shiro thrust between his liberally lubricated thighs, panting his name and desperately wishing he could give Keith the more he begged for.

Shiro's a halfbreed himself, his tail and large, furred ears evidence enough of that, but it's the human in Keith that makes him so small, so comparatively delicate. Shiro's looked into it and learned that Keith isn't even especially small for a human, actually an int or two larger than average human height – but Shiro gets largeness from his Galra mother and his unnamed father both. And Keith is so beautiful, so fierce and funny and bright, that the very thought of hurting him is anathema.

So when Shiro enters his rut, his priority becomes staying away from the one person he most wants to be with. He has a quiet word, ensures that anyone asking after him will be told he's “confined to quarters” - a convenient shorthand that could mean he's under disciplinary action or sick with something contagious, or any number of helpfully vague things. And in his quarters he stays, pacing a trench in his floor when he's not growling into his thin mattress and shredding yet another set of bedsheets, or stroking his persistent erection to near-rawness.

All of that means that when Keith lets himself into Shiro's room, he's the person Shiro both most and least wanted to see. ]

No. you can't – you can't be here, Keith. You have to go.

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[ Shiro moans again just at the sound of that - of Keith saying he wants it - and now he has to admit he's well past the point of being able to send Keith away. It's fine, it'll be fine - just something to take the edge off, the warmth of Keith's limber body against his, the wet heat of their mouths against each other. He'd tear his own heart from his chest before he'd hurt Keith, and looking at him now? He couldn't possibly make him go. ]

I can smell you.

[ As sweet nothings go, it's... not a great one. But it's true. Keith has always smelled pleasant to him, warm and masculine and good, but now, with his body betraying him, Keith smells delicious. Pervasive as incense but the sweetness isn't cloying, there's no choking bite to the hint of smoke, and Shiro surges forward to cup the back of Keith's head in one hand as he buries his face at the side of the smaller man's neck and breathes him in. It's a long drag, extended and unashamed, and the familiar warmth of Keith's scent makes Shiro's mouth flood and his cock twitch. He does the only thing that makes sense to him in the moment - opens his mouth and drags his tongue over the delicate skin there, lapping over where he feels the beat of Keith's pulse. ]

[ it's obvious that shiro is afraid of hurting him, but... it's shiro. and keith can't really make himself believe that shiro is even capable of anything like that, not when he's already seen a thousand examples of how gentle and kind shiro can be. and that's why he doesn't shy away when shiro draws him closer -- instead, he reaches up to slide his arms around the other man's shoulders, nuzzling closer with a little sigh as shiro wraps around him.

but the feeling of shiro licking a hot stripe up the side of keith's throat is enough to make him moan, pressing himself a little closer. ] Yeah, I --

[ he breathes in again, awash with that strangely spicy scent all over again, stronger now that shiro's closer. it's a heady thing, and it makes him dizzy and hot all over, but... ] ... you smell different.

But it's... good. I like it.

Rut, [ he says, by way of explanation, the rumbly sound of his voice when he's like this made starker by the fact that there's half a laugh in it. ] I didn't want you to know. Thought you were too human for this. But -

[ and he sniffs at Keith again, something greedy that ought to be embarrassing, if all his capacity for shame wasn't swallowed up by his need ] I was wrong, wasn't I? I can smell it all over you.

[ He releases Keith's head, finally, puts his hands on the smaller man's waist instead. They're restless, though, hungry for as much of him as they can get, and they stroke up over the curve of his ribcage and down again, behind him, to grip at his ass. ]

I'm glad.

Rut...

[ it rings a bell, but honestly? keith's brain is too muzzy to be going over the finer points of galra biology. what matters is that shiro is here, close, and that keith wants him badly enough for it to be a physical ache at the pit of his stomach. he likes the way that shiro is touching him, smelling him, as if he's a treat that the other man can't wait to devour, and...

... god, the feeling is kind of mutual.

which is why he pulls away a little, enough to reach up and cup shiro's face in his hands instead, standing up on his tiptoes and pulling shiro down close enough to catch his mouth in a kiss. it's a greedy thing; keith wants to show shiro that he's just as hungry as he is, that he wants this just as badly. he doesn't want shiro to doubt, not even for a second, that this is anything like taking -- there's nothing that shiro could ask for that keith wouldn't be willing to give, and he'll prove it as many times as it takes. ]

[ It's a very sweet gesture, and it's neither unappreciated nor missed, but that kiss is so welcome and so dizzyingly good that Shiro can only kiss back for a moment before he shifts his grip and lifts Keith up against him, easy as if he weighed nothing at all. He can return to the kiss as he walks him over to the bed, though, and does with a hunger that indicates his full acceptance of the situation. ]

You're beautiful. So beautiful.

[ It's a soft thing, gentle and warm as he lowers Keith to the bed, and his clawed hands are careful as he peels away Keith's shirt to give him more skin to scent, to move his mouth over. ]

The most beautiful man I've ever seen.

[ shiro scoops him up like he weighs nothing, and that's enough to send little eddies of heat whirling through keith's blood. and when he lays keith down in his bed, the spiced scent of him is that much stronger -- keith's next exhale breaks around a little moan, and he's not even sure if it's because of shiro's mouth on him or because he's drowning in that smell that sets his blood on fire. ]

Shiro.

[ and keith arches up into his mouth with a low noise -- a plea for more, if nothing else. his hair sinks into the soft hair on the top of shiro's head, and... well, since he's got the chance? he sneaks a touch to the base of one of those soft, fluffy ears and rubs. ]

[ Shiro's only too happy to oblige when Keith arches up like that, dragging his tongue over a nipple drawing it gently into his mouth - and then Keith's hand finds his ear, and if Shiro had been trying to play it cool at all here? Game over.

The sound he makes is undeniably a purr. It's something that he can do on purpose, if he wants to encourage something or show affection - it's used for comfort, sometimes, the same way you might hold an unsettled baby or a crying friend and say shh, there there. But it's also something that communicates pleasure, and what Shiro absolutely can't do is stop it from rumbling up out of his chest when Keith's fingers start rubbing at him that way, brushing over sensitive skin and moving fine fur in a way that would be good even if he wasn't awash in need. He leans into it, his eyes rolling back under mostly-closed lids so only a sliver of yellow shows, pressing his head into Keith's touch. ]

[ there's a split second where keith thinks shiro is growling at him, and he almost jerks his hands back in surprise, but --

then the sound registers for what it actually is, and keith can't help but melt. ]

You really like that, huh?

[ it's not really a question that needs an answer, but the idea of making shiro feel good is a thrilling one. so he keeps on with what he's doing, rubbing a little more firmly at the base of each ear in order to elicit more of those rumbling purrs the galra is making for him. ]

Yes.

[ It comes out a touch garbled, muddied by the purring and the pleasure. It's good, but - it's not enough. not with his body warmed through the way it is, not knowing Keith wants him, wants him the way everything in his instinct says he wants Keith. So he continues to work his mouth over Keith's body, blowing a burst of cool air over a mouth-warmed nipple, biting softly at the skin over Keith's abdomen -

and then, in a flash of curiosity and because Keith's hands are still making that purr rumble out of him, he rests his throat against the swell of Keith's dick through his pants, lets the vibration of his purr spill into him. ]

[ keith sucks in a sharp breath as shiro blows out a stream of cool air over one of his nipples, squirming as he follows that with a gentle bite at the soft skin of his stomach. but then --

he cries out a little wordless sound as shiro presses his throat right up against where keith's dick is straining against his pants, momentarily losing track of what his hands are doing as he arches up into those vibrations, instead. whether it's the intoxicating smell or it's just shiro, keith is harder than he can ever remember being, and the way that purr vibrates all the way through him is enough to make the world fuzz out at its edges. ]

Good. Good.

[ It's full of pride, and that sound Keith makes is enough that Shiro doesn't even mourn the way Keith's fingers are suddenly flexing instead of rubbing.

When they've touched each other before, Shiro's been all about moving slowly - partly because he just enjoys the process of making one another come undone, and partly because Keith is stunning when he's demanding. He doesn't have that in him now, though; he unfastens Keith's pants as quickly as his clawed fingers will allow, but pulling them off him is done swiftly enough to make Keith's hips bounce against the bed. And then he's bare and beautiful and the sight of him, all pale skin and flushed, hard cock, is enough to make Shiro start purring again, though this time he ducks his head to draw Keith into his mouth and let him feel the roll of it more directly. ]

[ shiro wrestles keith's pants off so swiftly that keith gasps, groaning just at the simple pleasure of having his aching dick freed from the tight press of fabric. but almost before he can process that, shiro is dipping his head down to take keith into his mouth, and the feeling of his dick being surrounded by the low vibration of that purring is enough to make keith mewl, fisting his hands desperately in the bedsheets to keep from writhing.

a sane man would probably question the wisdom of letting someone with teeth as sharp as shiro's suck his dick, but... well. keith is rarely sane when it comes to shiro in particular, and this instance is no different. besides, the idea of shiro hurting him is almost laughable -- even if shiro wasn't one of the gentlest people keith knows, they both know krolia would have his head if he put a scratch on keith. ]

Fuck, Shiro, that's so -- [ he whines under his breath, hips twitching as he struggles not to press up into shiro's mouth. ] -- that's good, god, that feels good.

[ That praise is palpable, something that Shiro feels over his skin this the brush of silk. It makes him want to preen, and it's that moment in which he learns how utterly, hopelessly gone he is. Because it's that moment, when everything in him says yes, that he realizes the rolling need of his rut hasn't identified Keith as a mate, but as his mate. Precious and unique, to be protected and lavished upon. He's never felt this before, possessive and possessing, and he moans with it. Slips a hand beneath Keith's back and down, and shivers when he realizes he can hold Keith's ass almost in one hand, and all the while he's purring, stroking his tongue over the firm press of Keith inside his mouth. ]

[ the feeling of shiro's mouth around him is enough to turn keith into a mess, and it's all he can do just to stay still and not let his impatient need to thrust upwards into that wet heat get the best of him. the combination of shiro's clever tongue working over him and those purrs buzzing around him makes the whole world feel like it's blurring over -- he's never felt a need like this, so powerful that it's a tangible buzz over his skin. ]

Shiro -- Please, fuck, that's so good --

[ His mate has said please, and who is he to deny? Suddenly the urge to fulfill that request is stronger even than the desire to be inside Keith, and - always careful of the points of his teeth - Shiro pushes forward until his nose is nestled in the dark hair at the base of Keith's dick, until he's taken all there is to take, his tongue and throat working and that purr curling out of him all the while. Keith is filling up every one of his senses, now - the scent of him rich and intoxicating, the taste of him and the feel of him and the sounds he's making almost too much, and Shiro moans and bucks his hips forward, grinding his heavy, eager cock against the bed as he paws at Keith. ]

[ well, fuck.

every last coherent thought in keith's head shorts out as shiro takes him all the way into his mouth, crying out a sharp sound and clutching at desperate fistfuls of the galra's hair as shiro teases his tongue around him. he's so turned on that every sensation is that much more intense -- and this one threatens to be his undoing, so good that it feels like he's going to break apart.

in any other circumstance, keith would be embarrassed to be brought to the brink so quickly, but now? he can't even think of his ego; the whole world has been reduced down to shiro's hot, greedy mouth on his dick and the rumble of those purrs around him. ]

Shiro, god, I can't, I -- fuck, you're so --

[ it isn't much of a warning, but it's all that he can choke out before his orgasm takes him, crashing into him and making him cry out all over again. ] Shiro!

[ There's something in Shiro that roars with pride when he feels Keith hit his peak, pulsing against his tongue with his hands tight in Shiro's hair. It's good, so good, and Shiro works him through it with a gently lapping tongue until Keith's is spent and boneless against the bed. Keith is his, precious and beautiful, and Shiro hums with satisfaction as he crawls back up the length of Keith's smaller body to bury a kiss against his throat. ]

Mine.

[ It's low and deeply possessive, even as he presses his hips forward and starts rubbing his aching cock against Keith's thigh in a movement that's almost involuntary. One big hand goes behind Keith's head to cup it as Shiro grinds against him, burying his face in Keith's hair and drinking in the scent of him. ]

You're so good, so beautiful. Mine.

Yours.

[ he's still breathless, and dazed, but the fact is absolute. and he shifts so that he's able to trap shiro's cock between his thighs and squeeze around him as shiro grinds into him, turning to nuzzle his face against the galra's throat with a little whine. keith isn't sure if it's because of the rut shiro mentioned, or just because... well, shiro, but. his cock hasn't gone soft even after shiro got him off, still stiff and aching and slick from shiro's mouth. it's enough to drive him a little crazy, and he mewls a needy sound as the way shiro rocks forward into his thighs is enough to let keith's dick rub up against the firm plane of shiro's stomach. ]

All yours, Shiro, I need you so bad --

[ Shiro does growl faintly when Keith squeezes him between those leanly-muscled thighs, the friction of it at once a relief and not nearly enough. It's close, so close, and he huffs against Keith's hair, hard enough to feel it ruffle against his face. ]

You're sure? I can't - I want you so much -

Yeah.

[ keith has never been more sure of anything in his life, honestly. so he reaches up to pull shiro down to him in a hungry kiss, trying to show just how much he wants for this to happen. and then he bumps their foreheads together gently once he breaks away, something sweeter in the midst of all this heat. ] I want you. And I trust you.

I wanna be with you, Shiro. In every single way I can.

[ Just that acceptance is enough to make Shiro shiver, but the searing kiss that follows and then the tender press of their foreheads - it's right. How could it ever be anything else? Keith is his perfect match, the very centre of his heart, and if he couldn't have Keith this way that wouldn't change -

but it's so very good to hear that he can. He rumbles a happy sound, rocks himself forward between Keith's thighs again and presses another kiss to his lips. ]

I'm glad, [ he says, and then, looking faintly embarrassed - ] are you - ah. Ready? I can't -

[ There is no delicate way to say "I can't put my fingers up your ass with claws", so he just lifts a hand, lets the wicked curve at the ends of his fingers do the talking. He'll file them down, later, but honestly? It's only going to do so much. ]

Oh.

[ because it's about the most eloquent thought he can manage after shiro just rocked his world, and... well, keith hadn't really been taking these little incompatibilities into account. how do galra do it? it seems dumb that he's never bothered asking his mom for details before, but... ]

Hang on, I can do it, just --

[ and he's about to ask shiro if he has any lube on hand when he slips a hand between his own legs, and... oh. it's strange to find himself already wet there, skin slick with something clear and slippery that... keith has never dealt with before. but it becomes obvious after pressing one probing finger inward just a little that it's coming from him, and... uh. maybe this is all part of the rut that shiro mentioned?

whatever. he'll freak out about it later, but for now? it makes things easier. it doesn't even hurt to tease his fingers inward into himself without any initial efforts at stretching himself open -- it's like he's already gone soft and pliant there, his body ready (hopefully) to accommodate something as sizable as shiro is. ]

... y-yeah. I think I'm ready, just... slow at first, okay?

[ It might be strange for Keith, but Shiro? Shiro beams at him, just as proud as you please. ]

Of course. My mate, my perfect match.

[ He leans in to catch Keith's mouth in a kiss, something slow and adoring but no less full of heat for it. And from where he already is, it takes very little to line himself up, the way he shifts revealing that Keith is indeed just as ready as he could have hoped for. Careful, then, and slow - he reaches for one of Keith's hands and laces their fingers together, loving the closeness of it, and pushes in.

Slow, slow, inch by careful, measured inch. Keith is hot and wet, beautifully slick, but he's so tight that Shiro find himself holding his breath, one fang pricking into his lip as he bites t it in his caution. His eyes don't leave Keith's face, watching carefully for any sign of discomfort, but at the same time - oh, he's drowning in it. ]

Keith. You feel so good, baby, you're so good.

[ god, it's so good, but it's also so much.

shiro presses into him, and it's all keith can do to remember to stay relaxed and keep himself from tensing up. it doesn't hurt, but fuck, he's never been stretched open like this, and there's a part of his brain that tries to send up the ?! signals in response.

shiro holding his hand helps, and keith orients himself there -- squeezes around shiro's fingers and focuses on his own breathing, doing his best not to focus on the feeling of shiro sinking into him. not to think about how it must look to have shiro sliding into him, not to imagine how obscenely he'll be stretched once shiro is done with him, fucked-out and dripping with his mate's come. but that traitorous thought is enough to make his cock twitch between his legs, muscles fluttering in a little squeeze around shiro's cock, and fuck.

it makes him feel impossibly bigger, and for a moment, keith is very nearly overwhelmed by it. ]

Shiro, Shiro, w-wait, I need -- [ clutching at the galra's shoulder with his free hand, white-knuckled and panting. ] ... j-just a second, I can't --

[Shiro moans obscenely when Keith squeezes around him, but- wait, he says, and Shiro freezes. It's not as hard to d as he would have thought, given how hot and inviting Keith is inside. He just stills as soon as the word is spoken, but for he squeeze he gives Keith's hand and the kiss he presses to Keith's cheek. ]

What do you need, baby? Do you need me to stop?

[ And oh, it'll ache to do it, but it would kill him not to if it meant hurting Keith - his Keith, precious and and wild and beautiful. ]

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