open post. (sfw + nsfw)

[parakalein]

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[paladads]

Keith.

[ It's a tone that says What are you asking that for and Really, right now on the edge of a growl, ears flattening. Shiro digs his claws into the meat of a cute ass and rocks up, bucking to make his point. Connected, he's relying on Keith to move in a way that won't hurt himself. ]

Sweetie, I — [ Baring his fangs as he groans, arching on the bed beneath his own little alpha who is fondling Shiro's heavy balls. Fuck. ] I need to come, please. Can we talk later?

[parakalein]

Oh. Oh -- right. Right.

[ Sex. They're having sex right now and talking about this would probably kill the mood. And also, Shiro hasn't properly come yet, and Keith would be damned if he lets this boner die because of talking. He's sheepishly kissing him now, moving as far and as much as the knot would let him.

It catches at his entrance, too big to be free -- but Keith can work with this. He rolls his hips, grinds and tightens up, clenching his muscles around him more tightly than before, giving his balls a good, proper little squeeze and fondle. Oh, this feels... it feels really good. ]

Mm. Sorry. This all right...? Can you feel me around you...?

[paladads]

That's — That's amazing, I can feel all of you, you've got me so deep.

[ The cinching around his cock has Shiro bucking insistently, bouncing Keith on his lap as he tries to fuck him and remains trapped in those overwhelmingly hot walls. Keith's cock is caught and fisted in time with Shiro's grinding, a large thumb rubbing over the crown to smear precome down to the base and back up again, dirtying him up in exchange for the hand kneading his taut sac. God, ohhh ...

Growls turn to whines, whimpers as his tail curls up and ears lower back. ]

I want to feel you come first.

[parakalein]

Shiro, don't --

[ No fucking when he's trapped! That thing is the size of a small melon! He's biting back a soft cry when Shiro bucks, riding the wave instead of pushing him down, figuring out a way to make things good for him, too. ]

Easy, baby. You're all right. I'll make you come. I'll make it good --

[ He wants to calm him, even when he knows he's slipping, especially when Shiro touches his dick and makes him want to scream because how many times is this, how many times has he wrung an orgasm out of him? His thighs are shaking, but he powers through it, rocking onto him with an eagerness and greed that he is all too happy to feed.

He's close, too. He'd only just gotten hard and already Shiro's pushing him towards the finishing line as he leaks pearly pre-come on his claws, dribbling onto his digits. ]

Nnngh, I'm already pretty close --

[paladads]

[ No fucking, Keith says Don't and a spike of guilt pins Shiro's hips to the bed. The hand that isn't busy working his boyfriend's cock drops to shred the covers further, clawing at the wooden edge in furrows as he holds back the urge to move, panting hard with every rolling grind Keith delivers. It's heaven and hell and he doesn't know how galra handle this.

Maybe Keith could ask Krolia for ... advice. If they get out of this. ]

B-Baby, I ... [ Teeth gritted, he thumps his head off the pillows and gives in with another bucking thrust, fangs on show as he moans in satisfaction feeling Keith riding him. ] Sorry, sorry!

[parakalein]

[ Oh -- oh, okay that one's -- that one's... Keith bites back a soft cry of pain mingled with pleasure, the jolt of it shocking him, making him tense up once again. The tug of that knot inside him rides the knife edge of discomfort, and he's pinning Shiro's hips down (fat lot of good it'll do when Shiro can practically bench-press five of him one-handed).

He knows Shiro is suffering, too, he knows he's in pain and aching, and he's eager to comfort, to stroke his sides, his chest, crooning softly as he bites back his own ache, more intent on helping Shiro than himself. ]

Nnngh -- Shiro, it's okay. It's --

[ God, everything about this is so intense, and he clamps down even tighter, the shock of it forcing an orgasm out of him. He's spilling, spurting into his fingers, his hands, unable to look away from those fangs and his lover's distress. ]

I'm okay, I'm okay [ He's just going to have to settle for not moving tomorrow. ] -- take what you need, please --

[paladads]

[ His free hand roams up to catch one of Keith's just as the vicelike grip around his knot tightens and draws a yelp out of him, his orgasm close on the heels of the one spilling into his fist only Shiro's is far longer, finally emptying a huge load of come inside that beautiful ass with hot spurts that judder his hips. How long it lasts he can't say but it's more than a human could produce, only his knot keeping Keith stuffed full of cock and come.

Shiro quickly grasps Keith's hips to keep him in place and grinds up like he needs to, gnashing his teeth at nothing until he can sink back into the bed, spent and exhausted. ]

[parakalein]

[ It is... it is a lot. With Shiro unable to piston in and out of him, that knot forcing him to lock in place, Keith feels every pulse, every jet of come and he swears he can practically see it, the way it spurts so thickly inside him.

It goes on, and on, and on, and Keith can almost taste it, the scent of their lovemaking thick in the air. He's slumping against him, gasping as he moves to hold Shiro, to calm him and keep him centered, to let him know that he's here. ]

You're good, oh -- you're -- God, Shiro...

[ He can't form sentences now; there's a pleasure in being the one he comes into, the cockwarmer, tight around Shiro. He keeps him inside, all that thick, sticky sperm filling him up until he can practically see his lower belly swell just a little. Or maybe it's just him. Whatever. What he does hear, however, is a knock on the door, and one of the crew's voice asking if Shiro's all right.

Oh, shit. ]

[paladads]

[ Keith certainly seems to swell a little from the come trapped inside, the pass of Shiro's shaky hand smoothing over his ordinarily taut abs to feel the slight paunch. His eye-lids drift closed as he's petted and cooed over, everything so perfect that for a minute he's certain he passes out.

He sits up sharply when the door knocks, eyes on fire and cock pulsing defiantly once more as if to dare anyone else to put their seed in his mate. He has enough presence of mind to drag the covers around them, hiding Keith from sight just as the lock is overridden by worried crewmen. ]

GET OUT!

[ A galran roar rattles the portholes as he wraps his arms around Keith in his lap. ]

[parakalein]

[ Shiro is probably going to have a lot of people to apologise to when he becomes human again, but Keith's going to be damned, this is really, really hot. It's sexy how he's so possessive, so protective, switching over to dangerous rage in a heartbeat.

But something in that roar rattles even his own heart, savage and primal, and he's gripping him tight when the crewmen beat a hasty retreat, apologising and redfaced and he's pretty sure some of them know that Shiro's unmistakably naked under the blankets.

He's gripping him tighter, pressing up to him and rubbing his ears in a bid to soothe him, to urge him to settle down. It might be sexy as hell, but who knows what his lover could do when pushed over the edge. He's wriggling under the covers, letting it fall to his shoulders when the door slides shut, worried. ]

Shiro, Shiro... it's all right. It's okay, they just wanted to check in on you.

[paladads]

[ It's not safe. That's the second time they've been interrupted and Shiro's eye lingers on the newly locked door suspiciously as he brushes gently through Keith's hair, nuzzling him whenever he isn't snarling. Something tells him to take Keith and build him a nest that no one will be able to find ...

But then the ear-scritching is so nice and his common sense slowly returns, even if he can't stop the odd growl. Keith is still riding his now softening cock and knot, he's the best boyfriend (matematemate) that Shiro could ever have. ]

... I'm fine. [ He'll be mortified later and apologise to the crew profusely. ] Are you alright? You're still ...

[parakalein]

[ There, there they go -- Keith's figured that in addition to being an erogenous zone, getting to those ears distract Shiro from his rage; he even is snarling less, look. Although those snarls make his toes curl in sheer pleasure, broadcasting just how strong his mate is, and his mouth is watering --

-- okay, no. No. He's leaning into his touch now, kissing his chin, his neck, feeling that growl deep in Shiro's chest and rolls his hips absently, milking more out of him. ]

Mmm? I'm still what?

[paladads]

[ One of the snarls thins out to a whine as Keith moves on him, tail curling around him for good measure as Shiro runs his hands over his mate's broad shoulders, so strong and beautiful, able to take his cock and then ask for more. He gets a few token twitches from Shiro's fading erection, foreheads resting together. ]

Still being the best boyfriend in this and every universe.

[ The galran Shiro is there but Keith's one is too, muddied in the inhuman reactions with a insistent sweetness. ]

[parakalein]

And you're still a dork.

[ Keith is smiling nonetheless, like a goofball because despite the fact that he probably won't be able to walk, he's pleased at how sweet his Shiro still is underneath the might beast, and he's giving his balls a fond massage again, stroking along the sac since he can't actually touch his cock.

He can feel it soften inside him, his seed starting to dribble out as well, coating Shiro's dick, his balls and their thighs, making more of a mess of everything. He kisses him again, soft and sweet. ]

As well as the best, too. I think I lucked out, with you.

[ He finally says, cheeks pink. Affection doesn't come easy to Keith, but Shiro has always been the exception, hasn't he? He's always been the only one to reach Keith, to connect with him -- the one man he truly only loves. ]

Don't take this the wrong way, but. You're really kind of sexy when you go all mad.

[paladads]

So I'm not enough of a bad boy for you normally, I have to stick in some fangs and wear a fur coat?

[ Chuckling as the tension eases, Shiro returns the kisses and takes notice of the come spilling out of Keith when his lap gets a bit more slick than is comfortable. He licks his cheek, punctuating it with a peck. ]

Mind if I help here? I did make a mess.

[ Rolling Keith onto his back, Shiro uses the momentum to ease out and rubs soothingly over the insides of Keith's thighs, coaxing him to keep them open as his body rids itself of the come loaded up inside. ]

[parakalein]

What? No! You're not even the bad boy type. I mean -- it doesn't suit you.

[ Shiro, who is the best man Keith has ever laid eyes on, who shines bright as the sun that it's difficult to look at him sometimes, who illuminated the shadows of his life, had brought warmth into it. Shiro could never be a bad boy even if he tried, and it's what Keith loves most about him, although he's pretty sure he's worded that poorly.

He's trying to attempt it again (clarification is a beautiful thing), but then Shiro's rolling him onto his back and sliding out, and Keith whines at the loss, reaching out for him as he frowns. ]

Hey...

[ The come is oozing out of him, a lot of it, staining the covers of the mattress and smearing down his parted thighs. Keith is sore, stinging sore, but his eyes go right to the dick between those thighs. Even when soft, Shiro is huge. Holy hell. ]

[paladads]

I could be a bad boy. I'll leave all your messages on 'read'.

[ True fucking evil underneath an angel's smile, right there. He notices where Keith is looking and crawls on top of him, mindful not to let his weight drop. A series of kisses dapple their way along Keith's jaw to grab his attention. ]

Hey, [ softer, ] I'll go draw you a bath, you stay here until it's ready. Alright?

[parakalein]

[ His evil, evil angel. Keith just loves him more. He's laughing softly now, his hand coming up to curl in his hair, intimate and loving. Hands coming now to rest on his hips, he looks up, attention caught.

Shiro, his thoughtful, loving boyfriend wants to draw him a bath; but then it means he'll be alone in this bed, bereft of the warmth of his presence -- and Keith... well, he wants to be near him. With him. ]

I have a better idea. What if you carried me in there, set me on the counter, and joined me in the bath you're drawing?

[paladads]

[ Look at his romantic little devil!! Acting like he isn't the softest paladin that ever was ... it melts Shiro's heart and crinkles his eyes. ]

Because I'm definitely not going to fit in that bath any time soon, especially not with company. [ His nose boops Keith's, ears flicking of their own accord. ] But you can watch me wash off in the sink like a real gentleman while you're pruning, your majesty.

[parakalein]

[ He's only soft for Shiro! Don't tell anyone! It's always lovely to see that look on Shiro's face, even if it's admittedly galran. The way he softens, when the smile reaches those kind eyes, that firm, ridiculously handsome jaw... Keith could look at him forever.

Keith boops his nose back and pretends that's not what he's doing, grinning when his ears flick and he has to resist the urge to tug on them. ]

Can I wash you? I mean... all you need is a stool to sit on.

[paladads]

Mmm ... You bathe, I'll rinse, then we shower together so you can get handsy with this big buff galra bod. Deal?

[ Above all he wants to ensure Keith is properly taken care of first, after that he's welcome to fuss over Shiro in return. One more kiss and Shiro slides off the bed, reaching to scoop up Keith. ]

[parakalein]

[ It's embarrassing, getting his boyfriend to lift him, but when your lover is built like three three-storey brick shithouses you feel marginally better about that. He aches everywhere, even the muscles he didn't think existed are aching, and he's curling his arms around him, deciding to nip gently at his neck all the way to the bathroom. ]

Good plan. Wanna know my way around this big, buff galra bod you have right now. I'll make you come again if you promise not to break the shower door.

[paladads]

Thanks for doing me so many favours.

[ Sounding wryly amused as he carries Keith bridal-style into the bathroom, he sets him down to lean on the counter and then goes about running him a warm bath, nothing too hot that it will scorch his tender skin but enough to relax his aching muscles. While the tub fills he nuzzles the top of Keith's head, kissing the crown. ]

Do you need anything?

[ If there's anything at all bothering Keith about the effects of their coupling, Shiro's eager to help. Lotions and whatever else. A hot chocolate for his stomach? ]

[parakalein]

[ Keith is watching him greedily when he's settled on the counter, admiring the flex of every muscle, the thoughtfulness that lines with the strength, the infinite gentleness of Shiro. He's always loved that about him, that even if Shiro is the kindest man alive, he takes no shit.

The tub fills too quickly, and Keith feels wonderfully fucked out still. He grips the counter lightly, before wrapping his arms back around him, angling his head so that he can kiss him. ]

You. Does that count?

[paladads]

[ It's still weird to have to lean down so far just to kiss him, but the kiss itself makes up for it. He slides a gentle hand to the dip of a spine and offers him an arm to help him climb into the water. ]

You're on a Shiro-free diet for the next twenty minutes. They're all about you, baby.