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

[bde]

[ 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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[bde]

[ 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 -

[feralistic]

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.

[bde]

[ 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. ]

[feralistic]

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?

[bde]

[ 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.

[feralistic]

[ 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 --

[bde]

[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. ]

[feralistic]

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.

[bde]

[ 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. ]

[feralistic]

[ 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. ]

[bde]

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. ]

[feralistic]

[ 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.

[bde]

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.

[feralistic]

[ 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 --

[bde]

[ 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.

[feralistic]

[ 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.

[bde]

[ 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. ]

[feralistic]

[ 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. ]

[bde]

[ 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.

[feralistic]

[ 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.

[bde]

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.

[feralistic]

[ 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?

[bde]

[ 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.

[feralistic]

[ 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.

[bde]

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?