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[parakalein]

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[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 ...

[parakalein]

[ His jaw is aching. Shiro is normally pretty big, but this time he'd gotten even bigger -- his cock is unmistakably huge, and if Keith doubted he was a size queen before he definitely knows it now.

Furry and a size queen, imagine that. He's licking, sucking the flavour of him through the tip of his dick, still hungry for him despite the fact that they've already gone at it twice before.

Their food will come soon, he thinks when he rubs the base if his dick, using his hands to work on what his mouth can't take in, busy watching the play of expressions on his lover's handsome face. He has to get him to come before that, or he might kill the poor guy who comes to drop off the food.

Lips wrapped midway around his shaft, he tries to take him deeper, past the back of his throat and down, and he has to fight not to choke or gag, eyes watering with the effort. He moves then, fucking his mouth and throat slowly, steadily and carefully on his cock, quietly warmed by how thoughtful Shiro is, just for him. ]

Mmmm.

[paladads]

[ How he ever got lucky enough to have Keith in his life he'll never fully know, going from his mentor to best friend to lover with room to spare for a thousand other sentiments in between. As he watches Keith suck him off and almost apologetically use his hand on the inches he physically can't swallow, Shiro lets he warm wave of his orgasm crest to the siren's call of a relentless tongue and gives Keith a hitched warning in a dry voice, tugging on his hair before it happens: he tries to watch the sensual roll of his hips culminating in his cock spurting hard, hot streaks that make Shiro shudder on the bed, tail unravelling as it tenses up to one side with every wave of come that pulses out of his aching cock. Over and over, whimpers rising to the ceiling as Shiro's fluffy ears flatten to his head.

He can't seem to stop trembling, uttering Keith's name in small sobs. ]

[parakalein]

[ There is incredible power in knowing that you've done this to your lover -- brought about a pleasure so potent that they come undone, unravelled by attention, affection, and one hell of a skilled tongue and mouth.

Keith might not be able to take all of him in, but he does know how to please his man -- licking, sucking, pressing up right where he's most sensitive and awakening sensations, drawing out every flicker of desire. He knows Shiro like he knows himself, and when the warning inevitably comes, he stays. He stays because Shiro deserves this and more, and he closes his lips tightly around his shaft to swallow each and every load, even if it's overwhelming.

He coughs at the third, fourth pump, streaks splattering over his scarred cheek and his lips, but he goes in again for the last.

Keith comes up after, climbing up into his arms to gather his lover against his chest, crooning softly as he wraps his arms around his head. Shiro is overwhelmed, whimpering, and every instinct in him rushes to comfort and soothe. ]

I've got you, baby. I've got you. [ He's pressing kisses to his hair, his ears, as if shielding him from everything else. ]

[paladads]

[ Keith holds him like he usually does and he's so short compared to normal that Shiro's arm comes around his thighs instead of his hips, nuzzling under his chin as his breathing returns to normal. His heart swells, so grateful to be looked after no matter what he looks like and treated like something precious that he purrs nonstop, nestling in close to keep Keith in his embrace.

Gradually, once he's back to thinking straight and not drifting in a post-coital haze, he starts to speak. ]

Keith, I —

[ And is cut off by the comms unit on the wall. Bridge to Captain Shirogane. The Holts believe they have a solution to the quantum shift.

Oh, he thinks, ears lowering. That's that. ]

Acknowledged. [ He leans up on a bent arm and looks down at Keith, tucking stray hairs behind a ear on his lover. ] Looks like this one's going home early.

[parakalein]

Aw. We had a good time.

[ Keith muses softly. It's a bit of a shame, but Keith already has the prize -- Shiro. Anything else is just icing on the cake. He's continuing to pet him, keeping him close as he drops more kisses, holding him tight.

He gives that huge galra form a reassuring squeeze, before fluffing his ears lovingly. ]

It'll be okay. I'm sure his mate and kit have missed him.

[ Leaning into his touch with a soft, contented sigh, he's pressing kisses to the inside of his wrist before he extricates himself briefly, snagging wet tissues to clean them both up properly.

They make their way to the bridge shortly, after getting dressed and making sure they don't smell too much like sex. What happens next, however, is the entire opposite of what anyone expects: instead of reversing what's happened to them all, they stayed the same.

Except... except Keith. Snarling, confused full galran Keith, the shock and assault of new scents and displacements prompting him to step in front of Shiro, his Shiro, snarl deepening at what he perceives to be his mate's captors.

Better hold on to him, darling. He's pouncing. Fuck warnings, he's making everyone pay. ]

[paladads]

[ Pidge and Sam look astonished on the screens once the science-come-spell is activated and everyone is treated to one very snarly, slightly taller version of Keith covered in fluffy fur. Shiro stares for a moment in shock, then something kicks in as his mate's familiar scent hits his nostrils; he's in front of Keith immediately, taking him by the hand and cupping a striped cheek (it matches the scar, so cute). Whatever their galran counterparts now think of a human Keith, the crew is certainly twice as wary as usual until Shiro blocks Keith's snarls. ]

Keith, it's okay. Look at me — you're still you. We're on the Atlas, sweetheart, it's alright. [ Tail curling around Keith's nearest leg, Shiro searches his eyes. ] Do you remember?

[parakalein]

[ Remember? Remember what? Keith's snarls subside when Shiro boldly steps before him, holding him firmly. He's all Keith can see, the unmistakable scent of his mate and sex and wet wipes and soap on his skin. It's different, and the new array of scents catch him off guard -- his hackles would've risen if not for the hand at his cheek.

Keith settles, just barely. Attuned to his mate, he shifts, feeling the flicker of other!Keith rising to the fore once again, having been entirely knocked off by the shock. This is so, so weird. This -- ]

You weren't captured. [ He says, more to calm himself than anything else, calming under Shiro's reassurance. ] You're okay? This isn't the Atlas I -- oh. Atlas.

[ Then, human Keith: ] ...This is really weird.

[paladads]

I know, I've got you.

[ He slips a hand into one of Keith's and stays by his side as reports filter in from Pidge about what went wrong, the attempted rift being too small, etc. Shiro is mostly distracted by having Keith at his side, both Keiths intermingled the same way he and the other Shiro are, layers upon layers of scents both reassuring and riling him. He wants to hold him close so badly yet refrains, instead behaving like the captain of a ship that needs its commanding officer in the wake of a failed experiment. ]

Pidge, Sam, don't worry about this. Keith is just fine with me. I need you to focus on reversing the pull of our dimension, it's clearly too strong compared to other universes and we don't want to do more harm than good. You did well — just refine your technique. Take your time.

[ That said and done, he nods to Veronica to take point on the bridge. Keith's hand is tugged to lead him away, wanting to give him the chance to process what has happened to him without the eyes of the crew glued to them. Out in the corridor he slides his arm around him and veers close. ]

Are you okay?

[parakalein]

Someone had sex with you. That isn't me. And is me.

[ Keith barely paid attention to the goings-on at the bridge, reeling from the onslaught of new scents and unfamiliar noises and people. But the human side of him is somehow fighting the galra side, at least at first. Keith settles down only when they're out of the bridge, when he steps easily into Shiro's arms and presses his nose to his throat, scenting the gland right there and breathing him in to calm himself. ]

Everything is... I was looking for you.

[ He's not mad, more relieved and curious than anything, his hand coming down to rest on Shiro's wickedly metallic arm. ]

Our son is safe with Kolivan.

[paladads]

It'll all start making more sense soon, kitten. [ The pet-name comes easily, making him smile as he brushes through Keith's long hair and holds him close. ] It was you, Keith. Is you. You know you're my ... my only.

[ Thankfully the corridor is empty so no one has to see Shiro licking the scar on Keith's cheek, a gesture meant to comfort that trails down his jaw and nuzzles behind an ear as he scents him right back. God, he smells so strongly of home and their child, it's difficult for Shiro not to let the galra in him take over.

He squeezes him tighter at the mention of little Sven, breathing easier somehow even though he wasn't aware of holding his breath. ]

Good, I'm so relieved you're both safe. You ... You were away for so long and then I was brought here, I missed you so much.

[parakalein]

I'm sorry. There were some complications with the mission. But it's sorted now.

[ Keith is purring, sensing his beloved's unspoken distress underneath the relief, apologetic as he leans into the grooming licks. Arms coming to wrap around him, sliding up and down his spine to soothe and comfort, he presses firmly into the circle of his arms, eager to be reunited with him again. ]

I'm here, puppy. I'm here. I'm sorry I was away for so long. [ He's smirking despite himself, using the pet name reserved just for him. He's licking him, too, just along the line of his jaw, kissing along the side of his mouth. He makes soft, chuffing sounds broadcasting his own pleasure, and his hand finally finds his. ]

Come. Show me your room. We have a lot to make up for.

[paladads]

[ The way being called Puppy has him enthusiastically rubbing his face into the curve of Keith's neck does a lot to broadcast how happy Shiro is, if his beaming smile hasn't already when he straightens. The little chuffs against his jaw relax him immensely. ]

Alright, but the bed really is going to be too small now. [ They'll manage, curled up in a ball together. En route back to his quarters, he eyes Keith curiously. ] Can you remember much about yourself in this universe?

[parakalein]

[ Shiro's happiness is so obvious, his delight so endearing and sweet that Keith can't help but smile when he's nuzzling, running fingers through his hair and petting him.

He's gripping his hand lightly and following after him, having eyes for no one else but him. His Shiro, his beautiful, wonderful mate -- finally at his side again. ]

I remember most vividly how your come tasted in my mouth. How I held you. How sad you looked. [ He pauses. ] And everything else. The Keith in this universe -- he's... I remember everything.