fourstrings | 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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[ 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.

[ 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?

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