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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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[ 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.

[ Keith presses down, and Shiro feels it. It's too much all at once - the feeling of Keith tight around him, the way Keith's talking to him. The pressure he feels against the head of his cock when Keith sends that curious hand to feel it combined with the sight of him doing it is the tipping point, though, and it's only a few more frantic thrusts before Shiro's own climax rips a cry from him that's nearly a roar, the feeling of it pulsing through his body in a golden cascade of sensation as he feels his knot swell and lock him tight inside of Keith - where he belongs. ]

Only me. Only us, forever.

[ It's like nothing he's ever felt before - a drawn-out thing, draining and dizzying, lasting long enough for him to lean down and haul Keith up to him in the same motion so he can sink possessive teeth into his skin. ]

[ fuck.

shiro suddenly starts fucking into him like it's the end of the world, and there's not a lot that keith can do but claw at his arms and try to ride it out. everything in him is awash with a blaze of sensation that's almost too intense to bear; his body is rocketing him towards another orgasm, and every little sensation gets him closer and closer and closer --

and then shiro roars above him, and keith feels something bigger start to press home inside him. and he has just enough time for a strangled little cry, sure his body can't take it, before his orgasm hits him like a rocket punching through the atmosphere. and then his body takes shiro's knot like he was made for it, letting it sink into him and lock itself there, and that feeling of fullness only makes his climax that much more.

it's the same as when shiro hauls him upwards and sinks his teeth into the juncture of keith's shoulder -- enough to break the skin, but the sharp sting of it just wrings another pulse of pleasure out of him. the overload is enough to make him howl out a sound that doesn't sound entirely human; his nails sharper as he claws for a grip at shiro's back, pupils constricting to slits as the orgasm works out of him. ]

[ There's something in Shiro that sings with it when Keith tumbles over that cliff edge of climax with him. He clutches Keith close against his body as he rocks through the ebb of it, his purr rumbling forth and his tongue smoothing over the mark of his bite. ]

Perfect. [ His voice is soft, reverent even as the sound of purring garbles it, and he nuzzles in close against Keith's skin. ] You're perfect, Keith, so good for me.

[ Coming back to himself is a slow process - something that's going to take a fair while longer, he suspects, but he's winding down enough to want to see Keith's face. So he shifts, a wide and wonderstruck smile on his face as he turns his eyes to Keith's - and there it is. Yellow eyes, his pupils like narrow dashes, and Shiro's blow round and entranced in response. ]

Well, would you look at that. There it is.

[ keith is so wrapped up in the soothing rumble of shiro's purr that he doesn't even realize that he's started to echo the sound back to him. it's comforting just being wrapped up in shiro's arms, basking in the warmth of his praise and letting himself be lulled by the rhythm of shiro lapping at the bite on his shoulder.

and he's still pretty out of it when shiro pulls back to see his face, so. there's a drowsy blink, a half-cock of his head. ]

What, me? [ and that's silly enough to get a laugh out of him, love-drunk and silly. leaning forward enough to boop their noses gently together! ] Here I am.

Here you are.

[ It's utterly smitten, almost stupid with it, and he nuzzles in against Keith's face just for the joy of it. The sound Keith's making is so welcome that the feel of it is almost a physical thing, and Shiro threads a hand into Keith's hair to stroke at it before he continues. ]

I meant your eyes. They look like ours. Galra.

It's pretty cute.

[ that one takes a few minutes to process, and he ends up blinking at shiro while it sinks it. then he reaches up to touch his own face in bewilderment, as if that'll somehow help confirm or deny what shiro is telling him. ]

... really? That's never --

[ and then his cheeks flush as he shifts and realizes that shiro is still... uh, stuck inside him. ] ... was all of that...

-- I mean, is that how it normally goes? For Galra?

[ That's even cuter, and Shiro doesn't even bother to hide his pleased hum when Keith implies it's never happened before. Good. Good. It's right that this should be for him, right that he should be the one to bring it out in Keith. But his smug smile turns brighter and blends into a laugh when Keith continues, and he shrugs. ]

Yes and no? I don't know what it's like between humans to compare, but it's never felt like this for me before. You're - wow.

[ okay, well. maybe it didn't address all of what keith was asking, but. he doesn't protest, because the answer is enough to make his cheeks flush and his heart stutter. ]

Yeah? [ dipping forward for a little kiss, mouth still turned up into a dumb grin. ] You're pretty wow yourself, big guy.

Good. It's what you deserve.

[ And carefully, so carefully, he shifts until he's sitting in a position that won't cut off all the blood to his feet before his knot goes down, holding Keith tight in an attempt to avoid tugging as where he's stretched impossibly tight around Shiro's knot. Shuffling them into a position where they can rest together, close and comfortable, they way they should be. ]

I should - I should have asked you this before. How much do you know about Galra mating?

[ the amount of care that shiro is taking with him is almost ridiculous, but... keith likes it. likes being treated like something precious, something to be treasured, something worthy of spoiling. (especially when the treatment is coming from shiro, who has always respected keith as an equal on any mission, never treated him as any less because he's half-human.

but the question is enough to make him break eye contact, color creeping up into his cheeks. ]

... uh. Counting what just happened as a crash course?

Oh.

[ It's simply stated, but it's sheepish rather than disappointed or wary. There's... a lot to explain, then, and he takes one of Keith's hands in his own and laces their fingers together as he takes a breath. ]

We... bond. Not always, I mean - casual sex is still a thing, but - sometimes we recognize someone as a mate in a way that's not just about love. It's more... biological. And when it happens, it's usually for life. You can argue with someone, break up, even, but it's still there. That link.

[ It's a lot to drop on Keith all at once, and Shiro bites at his lip again, the tip of his tongue worrying over the tiny puncture from earlier. ]

I'd never ask you for more than you wanted to give, Keith, but - I think that just happened for me. With you.

[ oh.

oh.

it is a lot, and keith is so thunderstruck by it that he can't even grasp at the right words to say for a long few moments. and then, well... he can't help the way another grin breaks out over his expression, even though he's biting at the corner of his cheeks to try and stifle it. ]

That's --

[ he feels all happy and doofy and fluttery in a way he's never felt before, and god. ] I'm glad.

I mean, I -- I know we haven't been together that long, but...

If I could stay with you forever, that'd be good. Great. [ this is coming out sounding stupid and goofy, urgh. so the kiss he presses against shiro's mouth is almost to shut himself up as much as anything else, even though it still doesn't stop him from: ] I'd like that. A lot.

Oh. Oh! Well - good!

[ And all Shiro's nervous lip-nibbling fades into a grin to match Keith's, bright and beaming as he tucks his face against the curve of Keith's neck and nuzzles in there, warm and happy. ]

If I'd been thinking straight I would have warned you beforehand. I didn't - I didn't even realize it was a risk, with you. But for what it's worth -

even before this, if it was the kind of thing we could choose, I would have chosen you. You're the most amazing person I've ever met, bond or no bond.

[ keith squeezes a little where he's got his arms wrapped around shiro, burying his face up against the galra's temple and pressing a series of little kisses against one of those (cute!) fluffy ears. ]

Yeah... I'd say that I'm sorry for charging in here when you said you wanted to be alone, but. After what just happened? [ a little snort of laughter. ] I'm really, really not sorry.

[ Keith peppers kisses against Shiro's ear and Shiro hums happily with the feeling of it - but then Keith snorts, and despite the fact that Shiro is absolutely not sorry either, he gives a little hmph and flicks Keith's side. ]

I probably have to take the blame for that anyway. I've been on missions with you. I should have known a vague warning to stay away was pretty much catnip.

[ keith laughs, squirming away from that flick to his side ticklishly. ]

Yeah, if you wanted to play hard-to-get, you didn't have to try this hard.

[ Now it's Shiro's turn to snort. Which he does, loudly and inelegantly. ]

Trust me, if I'd know this would work? I'd have called you over the minute I felt it coming on.

[ And then, suddenly and very, very sincerely: ]

You're really hot, baby.

Well, next time --

[ but that's as far as he gets before shiro hits him with that line, and... well. part of him wants to laugh, because shiro sounds like he's been watching one too many earth movies on keith's datapad, but...

... ugh, keith likes it.

hearing shiro praise him, hearing shiro call him a pet name, it makes the heat flutter up in the pit of his stomach and send little tingles all the way through him. and when he squirms in shiro's lap in response, it makes that knot tug around his stretched rim and pulls a little moan out of him. ]

I -- [ he licks his lips, shifts a little more purposefully in shiro's lap. ] Yeah, you really think so?

[ Keith shifts, and Shiro moans. It's a lot, as sensitive as his recent orgasm has left him, but it's wonderful. He wants to slip a hand between Keith's legs and feel where they're joined, settles instead for resting his hands on Keith's waist -

and that really doesn't help at all, because he can make a loop of them around the narrow stretch of Keith's body, enclosing him completely.

Fuck. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I really do. I always did, but now? Damn.

Good.

[ and that little purring noise rumbles up from his chest again at the thought, tugging shiro down just enough to be able to press another kiss against his mouth. this one is slower, more heated, and punctuated by another teasing little roll of his hips.

he likes the sound that shiro makes when he does it, and while the rational part of his brain is telling him that there's no way he can be ready to go again so soon? the rest of his body is already starting to flush with that itch of desire, the heat at the pit of his belly warming him all over. ] I like being able to turn you on.

I like it when you're hot for me, Shiro.

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