[ oh, baby. shiro forgets sometimes that a good deal of keith's intimacy expectations seem to be transactional. ]
there's everything in it for me. i get to watch you come apart underneath me and know i did it, i get to make you feel good and watch it happen. don't you worry about me not enjoying myself, i absolutely do. i don't need to come for that to happen.
[ it's... it's a defense mechanism. shiro will find him less wanting if he pleases him in turn, right? if there's something in it for him. it's irrational, he knows. but so is shiro actually wanting him, and not actually leaving. ]
you're the only one who can make me that way. i want you to, anyway. i want you to come. i want to know that i can make you feel as good as you make feel. besides, im hooked on how hot you are.
you're sweet, and very, very attractive too, you know. and don't worry. all i'm saying is it's alright if we do stuff and it doesn't always lead to someone coming. sometimes just the intimacy is nice
[ meetings are attended, delegations met. at the end of the day it's just keith and shiro, and the minute they're alone and the door shuts behind them, keith's pressing up into his arms and kissing him hard. long day, it's been one hell of a long day. ]
[ Shiro's near dead on his feet by the time he finally drags himself home. Meetings, playing nice with various delegations, acting as the unintentional face of the Earth side of the coalition is fine but it's been ages since he's done anything but be Commander Takashi Shirogane.
The moment the door closes and Keith's on him, kissing him within an inch of his life Shiro's just Shiro, a guy who's desperately missed his boyfriend.
Both hands drop down and he hefts Keith up by the backs of his thighs like he weighs nothing, sighing contentedly into the kiss as he carries Keith as far as the kitchen island and then sets him down to keep kissing him. ]
[ He pants between kisses, breathless from being kissed so fiercely and giving as good as he gets. His arms are wrapped around those strong shoulders, as possessive as they are clinging. He has been gone too damn long from him, but Keith definitely understands. There is little that is more important than the mission, even if it takes so much out of them -- him.
But here, he wants this to be Shiro's sanctuary, the place where he can put his position as Commander down and simply be Shiro, the man behind the legend. He's just his man, after all, and in it is everything that ever matters. He's nuzzling him when he feels himself being set on the counter, and he's stealing another kiss, one more, and another, greedy for him. ]
[ It's a low rumble against Keith's lips when they have to break to breathe, then he's back to it. Slower, gentler, sliding his tongue against Keith's with less of the furious exploration from earlier and more like he's savoring it. His hands slide up Keith's thighs slowly, stopping when they hit his waist because it lets him tug Keith in close, and hold him. ]
Something not out of a packet or food goo sounds amazing.
[ He's lived on worse and made it work but there's only so much you can jazz things up. It just means that coming home is all the better, one more thing to look forward to. One more kiss, slow and filthy and then he draws back looking significantly more relaxed. He presses their foreheads together gently, leaning his weight into Keith just the faintest bit. ]
[ Keith manages, reddening despite himself. They've been together awhile now, but it's still always tricky to say it; like the words are lodged in his throat, too embarrassed to be given form. But when he does say it, he feels every ounce of it, every emotion he's ever felt towards Shiro.
He's running his fingers in his hair, coming to press kisses to the crown of his head, his forehead, before bumping his nose affectionately against it. Shiro has always been more affectionate than him, warmer, sweeter -- he blunts Keith's rough edges, challenges him to be better, and Keith hopes that perhaps he does the same for him in turn.
It's difficult not to wonder just how he's lucked into this, and when that slow and filthy kiss makes his toes curl and a spike of arousal shooting right down south, his smile becomes wider. ]
I like that I'm the only one who gets to see this. [ The instant the commander melts away to just Shiro -- sweet and gorgeous and his boyfriend, Shiro. ]
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why are there footnotes
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maybe. although my engine definitely has no trouble starting.
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you just gotta be patient and know how to work them over. i think i can figure it out.
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i'm not feeling very much of that right now, shiro
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gonna tell me what you'll be giving me? :)
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but a couple fingers
my dick, if you're good. or bad. either is good honestly
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what makes you think I'll need fingers to be ready for your dick?
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what makes you think i don't just want to finger you because i like making you come?
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oh
just because of that?
but there's nothing in it for you
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there's everything in it for me. i get to watch you come apart underneath me and know i did it, i get to make you feel good and watch it happen.
don't you worry about me not enjoying myself, i absolutely do. i don't need to come for that to happen.
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you're the only one who can make me that way.
i want you to, anyway. i want you to come. i want to know that i can make you feel as good as you make feel.
besides, im hooked on how hot you are.
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and don't worry. all i'm saying is it's alright if we do stuff and it doesn't always lead to someone coming. sometimes just the intimacy is nice
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keith thought it was impossible to actually love this man more, but he does. he does.
he's grinning like a goofball, you can practically hear it. ]
I think I'm with the only man in the universe who isn't all about the orgasms.
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don't get me wrong, you make me come so hard my eyes cross but i'd also just be fine giving you what you want or need if i can
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besides, i love making your eyes cross when i do that thing w my tongue. or hit you up just the way you like it.
i miss having you already.
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[ meetings are attended, delegations met. at the end of the day it's just keith and shiro, and the minute they're alone and the door shuts behind them, keith's pressing up into his arms and kissing him hard. long day, it's been one hell of a long day. ]
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The moment the door closes and Keith's on him, kissing him within an inch of his life Shiro's just Shiro, a guy who's desperately missed his boyfriend.
Both hands drop down and he hefts Keith up by the backs of his thighs like he weighs nothing, sighing contentedly into the kiss as he carries Keith as far as the kitchen island and then sets him down to keep kissing him. ]
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[ He pants between kisses, breathless from being kissed so fiercely and giving as good as he gets. His arms are wrapped around those strong shoulders, as possessive as they are clinging. He has been gone too damn long from him, but Keith definitely understands. There is little that is more important than the mission, even if it takes so much out of them -- him.
But here, he wants this to be Shiro's sanctuary, the place where he can put his position as Commander down and simply be Shiro, the man behind the legend. He's just his man, after all, and in it is everything that ever matters. He's nuzzling him when he feels himself being set on the counter, and he's stealing another kiss, one more, and another, greedy for him. ]
Hunk made one of his specials.
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[ It's a low rumble against Keith's lips when they have to break to breathe, then he's back to it. Slower, gentler, sliding his tongue against Keith's with less of the furious exploration from earlier and more like he's savoring it. His hands slide up Keith's thighs slowly, stopping when they hit his waist because it lets him tug Keith in close, and hold him. ]
Something not out of a packet or food goo sounds amazing.
[ He's lived on worse and made it work but there's only so much you can jazz things up. It just means that coming home is all the better, one more thing to look forward to. One more kiss, slow and filthy and then he draws back looking significantly more relaxed. He presses their foreheads together gently, leaning his weight into Keith just the faintest bit. ]
It's good to be back.
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[ Keith manages, reddening despite himself. They've been together awhile now, but it's still always tricky to say it; like the words are lodged in his throat, too embarrassed to be given form. But when he does say it, he feels every ounce of it, every emotion he's ever felt towards Shiro.
He's running his fingers in his hair, coming to press kisses to the crown of his head, his forehead, before bumping his nose affectionately against it. Shiro has always been more affectionate than him, warmer, sweeter -- he blunts Keith's rough edges, challenges him to be better, and Keith hopes that perhaps he does the same for him in turn.
It's difficult not to wonder just how he's lucked into this, and when that slow and filthy kiss makes his toes curl and a spike of arousal shooting right down south, his smile becomes wider. ]
I like that I'm the only one who gets to see this. [ The instant the commander melts away to just Shiro -- sweet and gorgeous and his boyfriend, Shiro. ]
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