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[parakalein]

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[paladads]

[ Gonna have to wash that Blades suit now. Peeling it off to drape around his hips, he shakes his head with a wry chuckle. ]

My hands are a little big ... I didn't make the soup, that's from the mess hall. More than likely safe to eat.

[ He strips out of the suit altogether since it's sticky and ruined, following Keith with the tray. ]

How are you feeling?

[parakalein]

[ Okay, that is seriously sexy. Somehow a Shiro with the Blades uniform draped around his hips is one hell of a sight better than a naked Shiro and he's pretty sure it's the potential of it, knowing what's underneath, the anticipation of unwrapping his man like a present.

He sets the tray down on the table, watching him strip out of the suit, and he takes a large clawed hand in his, stepping into his circle -- the soup is set aside, for the moment. ]

Right now? I feel like some hot food, and kissing the hell out of you. You need help with eating? I know the claws can be really inconvenient.

[paladads]

[ Shiro zones back in on Keith like a moth to a flame, always ready to wrap around for a cuddle and kiss. His wiggles his fingers in Keith's hand, eyeing the spoons. ]

I should be okay, but thanks for the offer. If you get started on yours I'll change the bedsheets for us.

[ They ... are looking very sad and damp, to say the least. ]

[parakalein]

No, you settle in. I'll take care of this.

[ He leans up to kiss him, gently nudging him to the table. Shiro's gone to make them dinner, and Keith isn't going to let him do all the work alone. He'll clean up, as best as he can. Thankfully, the mattress is more sturdy than it looks -- it's going to take more than claws even from a larger than normal galra to destroy it.

He gives his ass a soft pat, slipping from his grip as he looks for the spare bedsheets and pillowcases. ]

You do know we might mess this up again, right?

[paladads]

[ Huffing a laugh, he shrugs and gestures for Keith to help himself. Changing dirty sheets isn't something Shiro was looking forward to, but ... ]

Baby, I'm not leaving come-stained sheets on our bed for us to get back into just because you're going to be messing them up all over again. That's nasty.

[ He sinks cross-legged on the floor with the tray in front, taking a spoon in his fist (since he would otherwise need to hold it between pinched fingers) and sipping at each mouthful. It's an absurd sight. Shiro is determined not to be defeated by cutlery. ]

[parakalein]

[ LISTEN, IT'S GONNA BE LIKE SISYPHUS AND HIS ROCK.

Keith only pauses when he's done with the sheets, raising his brows at him. ] Wait, what do you mean, me? That's your come, too.

[ And plenty of it, really. But he pauses only after he's changed the sheets, gathering the shredded thing and pushing it into the laundry bin. But then he notices Shiro's valiant battle with cutlery that's way too small for those massive hands, and a bowl that looks absolutely comical compared to his size, and he stifles a laugh.

God, he loves him. ]

Are you sure you don't need help there?

[paladads]

[ The look on Shiro's face is of prim aloofness, ears down and nose up. Even sat on his butt he's the same height as Keith, something to fondly remember when he isn't a purple cat-hulk. ]

I'm doing just fine, thank you. [ He could just down the entire bowl, and yet. ] Come and eat your dinner or no more kisses tonight. You need to keep up your strength.

[ Touche!! ]

[parakalein]

Sure you are.

[ God, he's so cute, Keith's fishing for his phone to take a photo -- and there he is, a cute, aloof giant cat-man stubbornly clinging on to his dignity, save for posterity's sake. He sets it aside -- apparently Shiro's shirt has no pockets, so whatever.

Deftly stepping through to him after changing the rest, he's stepping into his circle, sitting on his thigh and curling up next to him, taking his own bowl. He doesn't even care about the spoons, downing his own like a barbarian.

See? This is how it's done, babe. Who needs spoons? ]

I was thinking. [ He tells him, shifting the bowl to one hand, unable to resist rubbing at his downward ears. ] We should get a few burgers.

[paladads]

[ !! Keith using him as a perch and petting his ears? It almost makes Shiro choke on the spoon when he starts purring so suddenly, arm slinging around that (by comparison) tiny waist. Taking the sensible cue, he drops his spoon to the tray and starts sipping from his own bowl, a gurgling noise happening before he can figure out how to eat around his purrs and not choke. ]

Are you sure? I was inside you, deeper than ever before. I don't want you to get ill or feel sick because of me.

[ Because of his giant dick pummelling Keith's insides, rather. ]

[parakalein]

[ Surprisingly enough, Keith is more hardy than he looks. It might be his galra heritage, ensuring that he'd take a pummeling and still be able to pretty much power through it. It aches, of course it does, but it's nothing that he can't handle.

He's watching him gurgle, admiring the bob of that adams apple and enjoying the arm pretty much encircle his entire waist. A lesser man would've felt really, really insecure -- a Keith is just pleased. ]

I'm okay, I promise. A little sore, and I'm pretty sure I'm feeling every inch of you in me, but I can take a burger. Or two. You look like you could do with fifteen. With extra large fries on the side.

[ Mmm, fries. ]

[paladads]

[ His tail curls around Keith too, the fluffy tip tickling his feet as Shiro's ears lower and he manages to look guilty. ]

I'm a little hungrier than I thought, you're right. Okay, burgers it is ... and cheesy fries, sweetie?

[ Leaaaning back to hover a fingertip over the comm panel in the wall above. ]

[parakalein]

[ Keith shifts, squirms in his arms as his tail tickles his feet. Okay, stop -- stop. He's burying his face in his chest, stifling a soft laugh when he spots that adorable guilty little look. ]

Yeah. Lots of cheesy fries. And sodas.

[ Fast food is his thing; he'd eaten it growing up, and now it's a horrible, terrible part of him that Shiro indulges, bless his heart. ]

Nuggets, too?

[paladads]

Nuggets but no soda. Trust me on that.

[ Compromise! Keith is getting juice the same as what Shiro orders ... although he orders six burgers while trying to avoid Keith's eye and keep him cuddled in his chest.

He admitted he was hungry already, don't judge him. ]

Okay, food'll be here soon. Let's get cosy in that bed you made for us.

[parakalein]

No. Bed means sex. Sex means you'll end up killing whoever brings our food.

[ Hey, hey. Keith knows this rodeo by now. He knows when his lover gets going, nothing is safe -- look at the poor cabinet that Keith's managed to help salvage, or the ruined sheets in the laundry bin. Or those poor crew members his mate -- boyfriend -- terrorised.

He settles for nuggets, of course, and for getting cosy with him. ]

Unless you promise no sex until food comes.

[ ...Not that it'll work once they're in that bed, but he's already getting to his feet, holding a hand out to him. ]

[paladads]

It was my first time with you in this body! I was a bit ... stressed.

[ He steps into Keith's personal space this time, peering down at the pretty eyes level with his chest. Tits, as Keith has called them and irrevocably tainted Shiro's mind with. This time he uses that lewd craving to his advantage, pulling a thoughtful face as he scoops up Keith's nearest hand and runs it up the fur in the middle of lilac abs. ]

Twenty minutes until dinner arrives? We can work with that.

[ Bed then! ]

[parakalein]

[ ...Tits. Definitely tits. Whatever ploy Shiro is hatching is most definitely working, because Keith's attention practically snaps to his chest, his own arousal flickering to life again because no one can come eye to tit with Shiro and not want him, okay? That's just not how it's done.

So Keith caves like a cheap, cheap suit soaked with water, already running his hands admiringly up his chest. ]

You're cheating.

[ He protests half-heartedly, but he doesn't care, because look at those wonderfully fuzzy pecs, and to think he'd titfucked him, too. He's tweaking at a nipple now, unable to help himself, palming the other and letting it rub against his hand. Oh, god bed it is.

With difficulty, he hauls himself away from his terrible, terrible Shiro and tugs him towards the bed. ]

C'mon, then. On your back. I wanna try something.

[paladads]

[ His breath catches as Keith's hands set to work on him, gone too quickly for his liking. He hurries to the bed and hops on, making it creak threateningly, scooting back with legs splayed and tail whipping in excitement. ]

What exactly is it that you want to try?

[parakalein]

[ This is still the perfect view, seeing him naked and lying on his back, so ready for him. His Shiro's cock isn't hard yet, but still looks so menacingly huge resting on a thigh.

He's crawling between them now, amusement glittering in his eyes when Shiro's tail betrays his excitement. He grabs a hold of the tail, stroking it lightly before coming to nose against the soft ridges of his cock, running a hot, wet tongue up and down it. ]

'm gonna blow you.

[paladads]

[ A shudder runs through him when his tail is played with, though he freezes when Keith licks the ridged underside of Shiro's cock, contractions in his abs and thighs meaning it twitches and starts to harden almost at Keith's command. Shiro should probably warn him that he could choke but frankly Keith is a grown-ass adult who has done this before, so he gets to make the call on this one.

Shiro isn't so noble he'll talk himself out of a blowjob. ]

... Okay. Knock yourself out, uh. Wow, bad wording.

[ Petting Keith's soft hair. ]

[parakalein]

Yeah, shouldn't it be 'choke on a dick' or something?

[ Yeah, Keith's certainly learned a thing or two from Lance, who is a bad influence on him, pretty much. But he's smirking when he says it. He finds Shiro all too endearing, and he enjoys this, up close and personal with that dick that was pretty much in him, twice.

He's toying with the soft ridges now, licking again and again, admiring the way purple segues into pink, licking a stripe up the underside before taking the thick, fat, pointed head into his mouth to suckle. He sounds he makes are deliberate, messy and wet and out, other hand coming to palm his balls, cradling them in his hand. ]

Mmmm.

[paladads]

Keith! I would never say that to you.

[ The mild horror is swapped out for a throaty groan as his head hits the wall, dropping back to give him a better view of the way Keith is happily at work between his legs. He spreads his thighs wider, his cock filling out and the ridges hardening like pliable scales the longer Keith's incredible mouth sucks him down. ]

Baby, oh ... You know just how to work me, don't you? You're so good at this, Keith, so good ...

[ Burbling praise, his tail wraps around Keith's middle and finds his cock to start rubbing him off in return, like the coils of a snake. The fluffy tip tickles a slit and Shiro watches from his throne above, ears perked forward to pay special attention. ]

I want to touch you too, sweetie.

[parakalein]

Why not?

[ Well, you know, he wouldn't be wrong. Keith doesn't actually mind choking on Shiro's dick -- besides, he doesn't see how that'd actually be an insult; it's kind of nice, after a fashion. Then again, Keith's never been the kind to take to slangs and euphemisms.

So he's delighted to service him, thumbing up and down those ridges, squeezing the base of his cock just the way he likes it, observing how he's filling out. He's hardening, and it's impressive how he simply swells up in his hand. He's kissing along those ridges now, having drawn away from the head of his dick, wet with saliva.

Gasping when he feels that prehensile tail wrap around him, Shiro returning the attentions, Keith utters a soft moan after, thriving and reveling in his praise. He wants to be good, he wants to be so good for him. He's rolling his hips into it, enthusiastic and pleased, and from under his lashes Shiro has never been so... majestic, magnificent, sitting up and watching him, just as excited as Keith feels. ]

You're touching me now -- your tail's -- [ He's rutting into it, sucking little kisses down his length and nosing at the base of it. ]

[paladads]

[ Shiro's laughter is low and fills the room, right from his belly. It's also softened by his love for Keith who is more than spurring on a hard cock with all those devoted little kitten-licks and moans, and Shiro thinks as he usually does that the sight of Keith's mouth plastered against his dick is one of the holiest he could imagine.

It isn't a bad religion, sacrificing his dick to a needy boyfriend on a regular basis. Tonight, because of the clear novelty, he gets to see Keith light up with new inspiration. He likes to think he's pretty inspired too, jerking him off with a new prehensile limb, precome smearing in the coils of his tail as it tightens all the way down to the base, actively milking him. ]

This will do for now, don't you think? [ Claws scritch gently behind a human ear. ] Don't forget where your mouth should be, baby.

[parakalein]

Right on your dick?

[ Keith asks innocently when he's anything but -- it's hard to play innocent when you're sucking someone's cock but ah well. He's excited to explore him, hands and mouth hard at work. There's no way he can take a huge galran cock like this, hell, Shiro might even rival Antok when it comes to sheer size, not that he's seen Antok's dick. He's deciding to play with him instead, letting that tail milk him (and fuck that is really kinky; who would ever think to use their tail like that?) as he feels himself starting to fill out.

He's lowering his head to take the head in now, slowly pushing down and feeling his mouth strain, the new weight and shape of him so alien (haha) on his tongue that he's drooling before he knows it, saliva lubricating his dick. But he can only take it halfway.

He sucks hard, slippery and messy, the head of his cock already brushing the back of his throat. He can take more, if he tries, he can take him right down his throat. ]

[paladads]

[ Twenty minutes becomes fifteen, rapidly encroaching on ten, and Shiro is nowhere near coming even as his cock hardens fully in Keith's determined mouth. He runs his fingers through soft black locks and watches the way half his erection disappears down that throat, holding his hips obediently still as Keith experiments with what works for him. Shiro is more than happy with everything, precome beading over a hot-wet tongue, and each time the tip traces under one of the ridges his head tips back on a strained gasp. ]

Baby, don't hurt yourself ...