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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[ 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. ]

No, no --

[ for a second, that's all he can get out, but he shakes his head a little to punctuate the point. the last thing he wants shiro to do is to stop, to pull out -- he just needs a minute or two to breathe, that's all.

and he drops his head back against the pillow and takes a deep breath, using it to spill the calm all the way through the rest of his body. it's enough to help his muscles relax again, enough to let him feel like shiro can keep going without keith going absolutely crazy. ]

... okay. [ and he lets his eyes flutter open again, dark and hazy with desire. ] Keep going, Shiro, I want all of you.

[ Shiro noses into Keith's hair while he takes his moment, peppering little kisses there as he feels Keith breathe, feels some of the tension bleeding out of him - and then Keith tells him to keep going, that he wants all of him, and - it's a stupid thing to feel pride over, but there it is. Shiro's mate, so small but so strong, as fierce in his desires as he is in battle. ]

I'm yours. Every part of me.

[ And he starts to move again, slow and careful, with a sound that starts as a sigh and ends in a low moan as he sinks slowly deeper into Keith until he's hilted there, safe as a sword in its sheath. And it's - it's so much, the scent of Keith and the warmth of his body, the tight squeeze of him and the adoration pumping through all of Shiro as swift and sure as the pleasure of it, that Shiro has to pause again and take a moment for himself, panting and shifting until he can kiss Keith's mouth despite their height difference. ]

[ i'm yours is such a sweet thing that it makes keith's heart thrill in his chest, and he leans up just enough to press little kisses everywhere he can reach in response -- shiro's chest, his shoulder, nosing affectionately into him.

but that final slow slide as shiro settles all the way into him is enough to draw an answering moan out of keith, spine arching and hand squeezing around shiro's fingers as he takes that final bit. and there's a thrill of pride when he realizes what he's done, that shiro is pressed all the way into him, that he proved he can take care of his mate like this, too.

he melts into the kiss as it comes, sliding his hand up from shiro's shoulder until he can tangle it into the galra's hair, his mouth hungry and greedy on shiro's own. it's such a wonderful, dizzying thing to be connected like this -- so close that they're almost one being, with every cell in his body singing that this is right. ]

There you go. All of me, just like you wanted. You're so good, Keith, so good for me.

[ It's low and smoked through with pride and desire, the faintest rumble of a purr in his words. He hadn't thought this would be possible, when they started keeping one another's company, but he hadn't really cared. Keith was perfect to him, just as they were. But now? Oh, now everything in him sings out with it, how good it feels, how right. And so he moves, still careful but not as slow as that first agonizing slide inward, to draw out and press in again and growl low in his throat at the feel of it. It's intense the way Keith's narrow body hugs to every curve of him, every inch. It's bliss. ]

[ the praise rolls over him in a fresh wave of heat, intoxicating because it's coming from shiro. keith would never call himself a people pleaser, but when it's shiro? he wants to please, wants to obey, wants to show shiro just how good for him he can be.

the feeling of shiro drawing back is enough to make keith suck in a sharp gasp, but it escapes him again as a little cry when the galra rocks back into him. it's so perfect, fuck, it's so good. nothing, no one, else could ever fill him like this -- it feels like their bodies are made exactly for one another, like they're a blissfully perfect fit. ]

My mate. [ and he tugs shiro down greedily to him, pressing hot little kisses up the line of his throat. ] All mine, no one else gets to have you, only I get this.

Only yours. And you -

[ and he draws out again, nearly all the way, pushing back in swifter now that he knows Keith can take it, that Keith loves it, because he can hear it in his voice and feel it in the kisses, in the way Keith's body moves against his, feel it in himself as sure as he can feel his own desire - ]

are mine.

[ That said, he settles into a rhythm, the rocking of his hips driving deep on every thrust, the hand laced through Keith's still clutching at him like a lifeline. The sweet pressure of it has him gasping, whispering Keith's name under his breath, and in a sudden fit of greed it's not enough to feel Keith - he wants to see him too, to watch him, and he moves back until he's on his knees, pulling Keith with him so the lower half of Keith's body is splayed over his lap and Shiro can run greedy hands over him. ]

All mine.

[ the way shiro draws back almost all the way out of him only to press himself back deep inside is enough to make keith dizzy; all he can do is clutch at shiro and ride the waves of it, every single cell in his body set aflame with pleasure and with want. ]

Yours. All yours, Shiro, no one else could --

[ but then shiro shifts, changing the angle as he sits himself up, and what keith was going to say gets lost in a sharp cry. this new position makes it so that shiro's dick is a steady drag and grind against keith's prostate with each and every thrust, and keith's spine arches up as his vision swims with stars. his orgasm hits him without any warning at all, something that echoes from deep within him and sharpens every sensation until he's near-senseless with it.

it only makes him wetter, body that much more pliant and willing to accommodate the greedy way shiro fucks into him. and his dick is still achingly hard between his legs, body still impossibly demanding more. ]

Fuck, Shiro, you're so good, you're everything -- [ and he wraps his legs around his mate's waist like he's trying to pull him even deeper, like he never wants to let him go. ] Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop --

[ That's the view Shiro wanted - Keith sprawled out and gorgeous, a sheen of sweat on his skin, the look on his face as he comes. The feeling of him clenching as he does pulls a growl from Shiro, the way he's suddenly tighter and wetter an impossible wonder -

but then Shiro's eye goes down to Keith's stomach, the mess of his climax spattered there and his flushed, still-hard cock, and suddenly Shiro can't breathe. Between Keith's legs, the way he's stretched tight around Shiro's cock is breathtaking on its own - but he rocks in, following orders, and the swell of motion below Keith's abdomen is enough to take him to pieces. ]

Baby, [ he says, and it's almost pained. ] I can see myself inside you.

[ it takes keith a few moments to put together properly what shiro is telling him, but then he slides a hand down his own stomach, and fuck. he presses down when shiro rocks into him, and it's enough to let him feel him there, and just the thought is enough to make his body spasm and sing with something that feels almost like an aftershock of his orgasm. ]

Fuck. [ it's about as coherent as he can manage to be when it feels like shiro might really run the risk of fucking his brains out. ] Fuck, you fill me up so good, Shiro. No one else, only you.

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