open post. (sfw + nsfw)

[parakalein]

starters. quotes. tflns. prompts.

Comments

[paladads]

Only inside you ...

[ The answering growl is a confirmation he feels deep in his bones, as clearly as the hand that tries to encircle his cockhead and just about manages the tip. Shiro pairs the thrusts of his finger (and once Keith can take it, a second too) with the lazy way he fucks Keith's hand, as if they have all the time in the world. Kisses decorate the palm cupping his cheek, affection laced underneath every filthy word and action to keep their bond strong, the trust unbreakable even with the odds against them. They always get each other through.

The bite to his ear has him yowling, just like Keith wanted earlier, but he doesn't break out of it. ]

You're so soft, so tight ... Tell me if it hurts, you have to promise me.

[parakalein]

I can take it. You know I can.

[ So what if it hurts? Keith has probably had worse, and he would do anything to make Shiro happy. He's slipping his thumb between Shiro's lips, toying with his tongue before he's moving up to seek him out for a proper, open-mouthed kiss in order to sooth that yowl, feeling it in his bones.

He gasps and whines as the second finger goes in, remembering that he has to relax, even if the stretch of it is a little more than he's remembered. Yes, he can take this. He can take those thick fingers and that huge cock -- and he's smiling when he nuzzles against him, wanting to hear that comforting purr again. Enjoying how he's fucking his hand, he's pushing at his shoulder lightly, wanting him to roll over so that he can be atop him. ]

On your back, baby. I want to ride you first. I'll be ready for you soon -- maybe a third finger...?

[paladads]

You're stretching out for me so well, Keith, you're amazing ...

[ The kiss is a sweet distraction that lets Keith rolls Shiro onto his back, shuffling up to put the pillows at his shoulders and give Keith a prime seat. He toys with him, two fingers deep to the second knuckle, and watches his face carefully for reactions as a third digit nudges its way inside by an inch or two, slippery with lube, to the return of an approving purr.

Kisses rain down on Keith's cheeks, Shiro's metal arm curled around his middle protectively. ]

There you go, sweetheart. You're so good, I'm proud of you.

[parakalein]

[ He loves it. He loves it when Shiro is crooning praises, lavishing kisses on him sweetly -- he still isn't used to it despite the many times they've done this, his heart skipping a beat when he hears just how indulgent Shiro is.

He's spreading him now, stretching him. He swallows a shudder at the discomfort, but Keith has always been proud, and he would rather rip his own arm off than to ever admit any kind of weakness, especially when Shiro is so eager for it. It's a problem, he knows, but one he doesn't think is all that crucial; the important thing is that he can give Shiro what he needs.

He gets off on the praise, revelling in that approving purr -- but he's involuntarily tensing up because it's too much, too much, and he's leaning down to kiss his mouth, his dark hair tumbling over his shoulders, framing his face. ]

Mmmmmnnn -- Shiro... you're such a mess, look at how I came all over you.

[ He teases, infinitely fond and affectionate as he buys time for himself, wiggling his hips just a little before he's squeezing the base of Shiro's cock meaningfully, knowing how he likes it when it aches. His balls are palmed next, fuzzy and large and full and Keith is pressing his own smaller cock up to his, rubbing up the ridges with a shuddering sigh. Oh, yeah... he's pretty sure that'll make him wild the way he was earlier. ]

I'll...ah, I'll be able to take you soon -- take that monster cock inside -- just a - a little more. Call me that again, Shiro.

[paladads]

[ He melts into Keith's hand for a long thirty seconds, entirely devoted to his own pleasure for as long as it takes him to notice Keith isn't utterly sinking into his own. Shiro bites back a gasp as he guides the hand on his cock back to his hair and a large ear, bearing down over Keith to nuzzle a nose. His fingers slow, almost pausing as he ghosts a kiss over the determined set of those pretty lips. ]

Sweetheart. [ All Shiro's to love and keep, to cherish and fuck with great attention to detail. He should put that in their vows for the future. ] It's okay, easy now. It's okay, Keith. I'll add more lube.

[parakalein]

[ Keith whines when Shiro apparently catches on and guides his hand back to his ear, and as much as Keith loves petting him, removing hand from delectable cock is something Keith will miss.

But then Shiro's impeccable, startling tenderness makes up for so much of it-- he should have known that his lover would notice, and for a moment he's anxious that Shiro would call it off, only to exhale in relief when it just means that he's adding more lube.

More lube doesn't mean Not Fucking, and so Keith scritches fondly behind his ear and arches up to kiss him deeply, wanting more than ghost kisses. Those pretty lips are hungry, fam. ]

More lube, then fucking. And you let me touch your cock again.

[paladads]

[ Getting fucked in prep for a so-called monster cock and he still comes at it like a fight. Sheesh. Shiro grants Keith the heartfelt kisses he craves and the lube drips over his fingers anew to settle into an easier rhythm of in-and-out, gradual without being infirm as he smears the slick all over a pert ass. He's sure to ease Keith's pain as much as possible, three fingers waiting for him to adjust to the extra stretch, knocking him forward gently to use Shiro's chest as a pillow.

It's still uncertain whether he'll be able to take Shiro's erection at all, half-galra biology or not. ]

Stop worrying. I love you, we're doing this until one of us calls it off or you can't physically manage it, that's the deal. No others, baby.

[parakalein]

[ Fair enough, but consider: aside from coming at it like a fight Keith generally has no idea how else to do it when his only partner has ever been Shiro and while the man is great at sex and knows how to make his body sing, Keith is fiercely yearning to impress him, too. So. Fighting.

But then he gets these heartfelt kisses and he's melting eagerly into them, settling happily into the easy rhythm, feeling him pretty much add more lube to ease the discomfort. He appreciates it, of course -- he loves that Shiro's so thoughtful, and here he is, making a mess of his chest fur and using it as a pillow.

He's grinding down on him, impatient to move further, impatient with his own body, and he's dropping kisses down the line of his neck, nipping at his collarbone before going back to his ear again. Eventually, however, he's more eased up, yielding a little more, and he bites again, soft and stubborn. ]

I can manage it.

[ He tells him, reaching down to fondle his balls, gently letting his cock slap up between his thighs to rub against him again with a soft sigh. ] A little more, and I think -- I think we can try...

[paladads]

I know you can do it, baby, that's why there's no rush.

[ And if Keith can't then that's fine too, this body isn't forever (and even if it was, Shiro would be content getting fucked for the rest of his life). He waits until his fingers can move a little more freely, the obscene squelching somehow beautiful because it means Keith is finally relaxing, the tension barring Shiro's knuckles entry finally falling away. He fucks him deep on three large digits, licking delicately at the corners of his eyes to brush away any tears or sweat, the friction of his cock rubbing up against Keith's a wonderful addition as he cups his cheek and draws him in for an unhurried kiss.

Finally, once Shiro feels mildly confident hazarding the question, he rests their foreheads together. ]

Better now, sweetheart?

[parakalein]

I want to do it for you.

[ Keith is breathless, panting with the effort of keeping himself relaxed, letting himself be penetrated with those thick fingers and god already he knows those three are just a little bigger than Shiro's cock usually is. He's rocking into him now, feeling his lover lick those unshed tears sweetly away. It's not that he's crying, really! It's just -- it's complicated.

He's resting on him, pressing his forehead to his with a sweet smile before he slides his hands down to give his galran ass a good knead and squeeze, pulling him upwards. ]

Better. [ He bites softly at his lower lip, hands sliding back up to tweak his nipples, before one of them slips down, angling his cockhead right against his hole (and those fingers) and palming the ridges, up and down. ]

C'mon, I think I'm good to try. I bet you're gonna feel so good inside me -- didn't know galran cocks had ridges like yours.

[paladads]

Maybe you'll grow some of your own when you're older.

[ He could kiss him all night long for being so sweet but they have other plans, the intensive snuggling will have to wait. His expression pinches and twists as Keith plays with his chest, trying to stay composed and failing, but it's only when his fingers slip free and Keith his positioned Shiro's huge cock against his hole that he regains his composure; for Keith, so he doesn't hurt him. Shiro kisses those determined lips as nudges the tapered tip into Keith's warmth, grateful it's narrower than a human's as heat engulfs him down to the first ridge where he pauses, large hands holding Keith around the waist. If it hurts, he can lift him away immediately, because Keith will need to tell Shiro these things while the galra's brain is melting into instinct. ]

Baby, [ his voice shakes, ] take it slow.

[parakalein]

I think you'll like that, having galran cock inside y -- aaah, ah --

[ His sweet, loving, thoughtful Shiro, warring between pure primal instinct and the man that he loves, he's nudging the tapered tip of his cock into Keith and it's so new, so unfamiliar to him -- he'd been quite used to the plump, round head of his dick doing in but this, this feels like nothing he's ever felt before.

But he's quickly realising that he's going to need more time, and sheer grit and determination isn't going to get his lover's monster of a dick inside of him without him getting hurt. He tenses up immediately, because even in the first ridge he's large, larger than he already is, and Keith stills. It doesn't hurt yet, but it's mildly uncomfortable, and he settles. ]

Mmm -- wait, wait. I'm...

[ He forces himself to loosen up, his primal hindbrain already alight with all sorts of wild thoughts, the exhilaration and uncertainty thrumming through his veins. Okay, past the first ridge. He exhales, latching on to the way Shiro's voice shakes as he looks into his eyes, hands coming to cup his face as he kisses him right back. ]

Distract me. I can take you a little more now. Let me -- slide you deeper... you're so careful with me, it's sweet.

[paladads]

[ Kisses rain down on Keith when he begs to be distracted, Shiro sliding his hands underneath his lover's spread thighs to hold him steady unless he himself squirms further down that hard hot cock. Lube and precome make it as easy as it's going to be on top of the stretching, Shiro worries it still won't be enough. Keith is half-galra and getting far with this but he's also half-human, and that has its undeniable limits.

Nuzzling lovebites down a slender neck to mark him up, he tilts his hips up to encourage Keith to move a little more, a second ridge rubbing at his rim and trying to catch its way inside. God, Shiro dizzily thinks, at least it's not a totally feline cock with hooks. As with everything about his galran body, it's all very soft-edged but familiar when it comes to cats, tail curling around Keith's ankle. ]

If this space-time rift blending with our reality has taught us anything, it's that I was destined to be with you across a billion galaxies. I'm right where I want to be, Keith, even if you can't take this body in because it's a different Shiro. He loves you too ... and the clone, he adored you so much.

[ Gently fucking him as he holds spread thighs in place, every shallow thrust only pushes to the limit of what Keith can take but they all feel incredible. Sweet cockwarming. ]

When he bred you, you took it all night long and wouldn't stop presenting your ass. It drove him wild.

[parakalein]

[ A lesser man wouldn't have been able to take it -- someone human would've been split open by Shiro's cock, which is probably large even by galran standards, but Keith is nothing if not determined. It's his galran heritage that urges him forward, unlocks a low, primal cry as something echoes inside him, instinct, strong and powerful. He is Shiro's mate, his other half -- he has claimed his man, the one who would be the father of his child. Or, well, the other him's child; it's all getting strange and a little fuzzy.

He's clinging to Shiro sweetly, keening softly as he takes him onto the third. The stretch is uncomfortable, stirring a dull ache that makes him laugh breathlessly when the worst, worst thing comes to mind. ]

Ribbed for her pleasure -- that one condom box said... Ribbed --

[ It's apropos of nothing, a thought that Keith mindlessly grabbed onto as he grits his teeth and takes in more. Third ridge, and fourth, and god it both hurts and pleasures him, the soft ridges and the thick, thick shaft splitting him open, and he shivers at Shiro's words of love, shaking at how earnest he is. ]

I know -- I love you, too. So much. This Shiro, and you, and --

[ Shiro said something about a billion galaxies and as Keith stops halfway down his cock, feeling his bigger lover shudder and just about fight to hold himself down as Keith sheaths him, he presses into his hands. He can feel it, Shiro fucking him, he remembers, somehow, fragmented memories that are not his, trembling against his chest as he pulses around him. He's pushed to his limits, but he wants more; he can take more. He wants to warm his lover's cock, sheath him like he always had. ]

I would've loved it. Feeling stream after stream of your come filling me -- made sure your seed took inside me, right...? Aaah, hah -- [ Oh, god, what. ] I must have wanted your baby, so desperately... wanted... oh, Shiro, I need you -- you're the only one who belongs inside of me --

[paladads]

[ Lips brush through Keith's hair, soothing and supportive like the grip on his thighs. His grin from the ribbed comment softens once Keith has half of Shiro sheathed, so hot and wet that a growl fills the room. He kisses a temple, carefully rocking his hips to lift Keith a few inches and stop him descending further by holding him in place. If it was up to Keith he'd shove himself down immediately and tear himself open, so Shiro only lets him feel what it's like to be fucked by half a galran cock for now, no small feat when even that much is already larger than his regular dick. ]

Easy, baby, easy ... We can do it like this, you don't have to take it all. You feel incredible, sweetheart, so wet and tight for me.

[ Whereas a smooth human dick might not provide enough friction, every ridge on Shiro's cock rubs over a prostate with each pass, kneading that sweet-spot with the unfailing precision of girth on his side. ]

[parakalein]

[ Easy, he has to take it easy, he has to, or he'll hurt himself and Shiro right along with him, and he's pretty sure his Shiro would blame himself for it. No, he has to take care, and when Shiro stops him he stops, panting and desperately seeking out sloppy, unfocused kisses. It feels so large, so invasive inside of him, and he has to check every wild instinct not to push it out.

No, no, this is where Shiro belongs, and when he moves in shallow thrusts Keith cries out, unable to help himself. It feels good, so good that he forgets how to form proper sentences, lapping up the praise as his hands roam over that massive body, clinging to him, fingers digging into the thick, corded muscles of his shoulders.

He's close, too, he's propelling onwards because of all that rubbing inside of him, setting every nerve ending alight and making Keith want to fall apart. ] I -- Shiro, if you keep moving, I can't -- I'm gonna --

[ He's so painfully hard, and he fights not to touch his dick, thighs shaking with the effort. ] God, your dick feels so good, I'm just -- I'm okay, Shiro, just... a little more, I can take a little more, slowly...

[paladads]

[ Now that's an idea. ]

After you come for me again, baby, then you can have it all. I know you can jack off all night, that's what we're relying on.

[ If he can wreck Keith with another orgasm then he'll be a lot less inclined to resist taking the rest of Shiro's cock. That's the plan as he ignore the pleas to sink deeper and continues fucking him with what Keith has already taken, more than a full human cock in every way as it ruts harder, spreading him wide with every pummelling thrust. Shiro leans back against the headboard and pillows to watch as he works Keith relentlessly, yellow eyes glowing under long lashes and lips bitten by fangs, the fur of his abdomen rubbing over the weeping slit of Keith's neglected cock. ]

C'mon, baby, hold onto me when you come. Don't you dare touch that pretty dick of yours this time.

[parakalein]

[ Shiro looks absolutely, terrifyingly feral when he leans back against the headboard and pillows, when he watches him with those glowing, gorgeous eyes, fang-bitten lips that make Keith's heart race. He feels those words catch, when Shiro orders him to come first before he can take more.

It's on the tip of his tongue to refuse, to argue, because his Shiro is suffering while Keith practically pulses around him, milking that cock for every drop of seed he can get, but there's something in his voice that demands obedience, the powerful, unwavering alpha nature of it that would sink deep into his bones and make him behave. He gasps, spread wider as he feels himself being worked at, and he leans forward into him now, wanting to grasp him, anything, wanting to hold and cling to him until the storm passes.

He's grinding his cock against the soft, downy fur of his abdomen, smearing it with pearly come -- he doesn't look away, he cant, hands splayed over Shiro's chest as he obeys, desperate to hold on to him. He reaches for those massive shoulders, helplessly desperate, feeling himself yield as his gaze turns an answering yellow, growling soft and low and intent. He's biting his shoulder now, when Shiro continues to fuck him, sinking teeth into him even if it won't hurt all that much. He thinks of them both tangled together, mating, his lover fierce and strong and more than worthy, and together they would make such a strong, ferocious child --

-- he sucks in a breath, and he comes with a loud cry he's sure can be heard outside Shiro's secure quarters, spurting everywhere again, again and again, pulsing with sticky white seed, painting the expanse of his chest and torso with himself and marking Shiro as his, all his. He won't touch himself, he won't, look -- ]

Shiro --!

[paladads]

Beautiful.

[ Keith's an absolute dream when he comes, spilling his load without an ounce of shyness all over Shiro's chest and using him to work his own pleasure out, the sweetest cockwarming lover in any galaxy. Shiro keeps one hand clasped around a thigh to hold him in place and drags the metal claws from his other across the curve of a plump ass, spreading those cheeks so that as tense walls begin to ease he can slide his cock deeper into that heat. He gains a few more inches, moaning into Keith's hair where he nuzzles him and lavishes his mate, his boyfriend, with praise. His knot rests under the curve of a stretch rim, lodged there for the time being. No need fo force that on Keith too, not when ... ]

God, baby ... does it hurt?

[ Hands switch priorities so his fingertips can brush down the distended lump in Keith's lower belly, evidence of a cock buried inside. Shiro searches his eyes. ] Tell me, tell me if it's too much ...

[parakalein]

It -- it's all right, it's all right --

[ Keith is giddy with his orgasm, more pliable and eager, his body relaxing with the heady rush of endorphins. It's easier to take more of him inside now, and he's a little past halfway without the ache, and gods it feels sublime, it feels like Keith is swallowing in, enveloping something that belongs to his soulmate, the love of his life.

Cheeks flushed and eyes glowing, Keith feels him spread his cheeks and he accepts it with a low, whining keen, licking at the teeth marks he'd left on the side of his neck. He's tending to his mate while he sinks down further on him, trembling as he's hit three quarters of the way through, bumping lightly against the swollen thickness of his knot.

He blinks, then reaches behind him to massage the knot, squeezing and teasing, kneading. ]

I'm -- you're too much in all the good ways, Shiro. If only -- if only you could see yourself now... you're so beautiful, so fierce, so mine...

[ Keith could praise him for days, really, and he looks down at his own belly in wonder, distended just a little in obscene proof of how he's lodged so snugly inside of her. He's reaching down now, then wickedly pinches where the smallest bump of his head would be, rubbing lewdly against the bulge. ]

Can you -- can you feel me, my Shiro...?

[paladads]

[ He keens and pushes his face into Keith's neck when his knot is played with, a normal human mind only able to liken it to having another super sensitive area on his cock aside from the crown. It's maddeningly good to feel Keith touching him, distracted only when that wondering voice draws Shiro out of his blissful white-out. ]

I'm here, I'm with you. You're so hot ... [ His hand covers Keith's by pure size-difference to stop that pinching, smoothing over his belly in a gentle back-and-forth. In wonder, he rocks out of him a little and sinks back in, swearing under his breath at how the tip of his cock rubs up against Keith from inside. So fucking deep. It has to be his galra heritage helping, no human could handle this. ] You move, Keith, show me how you want it.

[parakalein]

[ Keith is more than happy to move now, languid and sleekly graceful. He still moves more like a fighter than anyone else, and he's momentarily tame under Shiro's gentle grasp, smoothing over it.

He's taking to it better, and it's definitely his galra heritage that's making up for the human slack. It's easier to take him in, and while he's still maddeningly tight around his shaft, he's easing around him. Keith sheaths him intimately, moving right down until it stops at his knot.

He's massaging his knot more intently, squeezing his balls and rolling them in his palm -- barely, God, they're almost bigger than his hand now. ]

Mmmngh. You're magnificent, too -- look at you stretched under me like a king...

[ He's kissing along his cheek, sucking on his lower lip where Shiro had bitten it earlier. Rolling his hips, he pulls out almost fully, before slowly sinking down with him with a loud, shameless, obscene and filthy moan. Oh, oh hell -- this feels even better, ridges rubbing up inside him, against his prostate as he rides him, cock filling a little more. ]

You need to keep this cock --

[paladads]

[ Keith starts to slowly fuck himself and Shiro can see how his cock is filling him up, the dull bulge in a navel so incredibly arousing that he wishes he were able to lick it as it moves but even a giant galra has its limits. He rocks into Keith's hands as his knot and balls are played with, bucking his hips when he can't resist any longer, giving Keith all the time in the world to grow accustomed to riding him.

Or, riding the galran. A small part of his brain that isn't lust-fogged hopes he's enough for Keith as a normal man after this.

Kisses skate down Keith's shoulder as they move in sync, hotly huffed breaths blending with every lick that tastes Keith and scents him out as Shiro fucks him shallowly, steady and patient with ears lowered. His tail is another story, lashing around to work out all the pent-up desire he feels, swatting at the bed. ]

[parakalein]

Wrap your tail around me.

[ Keith orders softly, because while it's absolutely adorable and sweet that his tail is giving Shiro away, he's also half concerned that the tail is going to give him random whippings during their intercourse. And another thing, he really wants to feel that soft fluffy tail without having to badger a poor cat.

Fuck, he really is a furry.

He's gasping when Shiro bucks up into him, apparently unable to control himself anymore, which is an absolutely delicious turn of events. He's moves together with him now, so attuned to even his massive galran body that it comes as second nature. He's impaling himself on his cock, raising his head to nip his ear gently as he sinks into a comfortable rhythm. He's lengthening the thrusts, the push-pull and the obscene sounds of his cock sinking into his willing body so very lewd. ]

I love your tail -- you're cute when you're excited --

[ Keith breathes admiringly, greedily going for more kisses because how the hell did he luck into having someone so gorgeous? He's fucking himself harder on him now, faster, seeking to chip away at what's left of Shiro's impressive self-control. ]

'm going faster and harder, babe... I'm gonna be so good around your cock -- you've been holding back all the time...

[paladads]

[ It's like an out of body experience to be making love to Keith and find himself surprised by his own reactions, tail curling immediately around his lover's waist to rub the fluffy tip over that telling bulge, soothing him on every inward thrust. He cards a metal claw through his hair and kisses back hard, finally breathing fast and harsh with the force of their fucking growing less tentative and more needy.

And Keith won't stop talking, he makes shivers race down Shiro's spine as he clings to him and fucks his beautiful mate the best he can, rubbing a ridged cock over that one place that makes him keen and thumbing over a nipple, rubbing the little pink nub until it's as hard as a diamond when Shiro's furry pec meets it. Fuck, he wants to come so badly. It's not a conscious decision when he starts dragging Keith down, knot slamming against a tight hole and grinding harder, Shiro's forehead resting on Keith's where his snarls can't be hidden.

The fuck grows wilder, to the point where he rises up without warning and knocks Keith back to the bed without ever pulling out. ]

Keith ...

[ This way, with Keith beneath him and legs spread, Shiro can finally take him as roughly as he needs to, every fibre of his being singing with a craving for his mate. ]