so while you're here in my arms

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[ Shiro is not sneaking off base to get laid.

That's a fact that might not be immediately apparent from the way he's dressed – best jeans, leather jacket, shirt that's really testing the boundaries between snug and too small – but it's true. Aside from the fact that he's completely horrible at one night stands (he's never even kissed anyone he didn't think he was at least a little in love with, if only in the moment of that kiss) it's not what he's looking for right now. He's come out the other side of a flare-up that left him all but bedridden, and he's fine now – back to regular duties, in fine enough form to be on the team heading out to scout new applicants in a week or so – but he desperately needs to have some fun. To feel as young as he is, instead of like a feeble old man. And there's not much that encapsulates reckless youth more than sneaking out to party.

He knows the Garrison grounds well enough to get off them undetected. He's got his own hoverbike, which means he doesn't have to borrow Garrison property to get out to the city, hits up a different club to the one anybody who actually has a pass is likely to be in. And then it's – it's easy. One drink, because there's a difference between being cheeky and being stupid and he's still got to ride back to base, and it's easy to talk to people. A girl asks him to dance after he uses his greater height to get attention at the bar where she's being ignored, and when she holds up one finger and sternly says “just a dance, I'm not going to sleep with you”, that's easy too. There's a point at which she tugs him down to peck his cheek and announce that she's going back to her friends now, but by that point he's feeling it enough to wish her well and just keep dancing on his own.

Gotta do it while he can, right? ]

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[bde]

[ Nobody calls Shiro pet names, and he's never thought to miss it until now - until the moment when K's warm, clever fingers curl around his cock and stroke in a way that makes him buck forward into that touch, a gasp catching on his lips as he does. ]

If you asked me that twenty minutes ago I would have said no.

[ There's half a laugh in it. He's... aware enough to know the way he's behaving - the way he arches into to brush of fingers in his hair or against his dick, the things he's saying - are shameless. But K seems to like them, so why worry? He shoves a hand between them instead, palming at the swell he finds there and groaning in the way of a man who's decided to ride his own slutty train to the final stop. He knew it'd be worthwhile just looking at K, but feeling the proof of that hard against his hand still feels like a special treat. ]

Fuck, that's nice. Can I suck you off?