[ The size difference is ridiculous, really. He can fit Keith in his lap with room to spare when ordinarily Keith isn't so much smaller than Shiro, the difference is astonishing and draws his attention with the same wonder. He returns the kiss lightly, stilling when Keith asks for more.
Shiro's brow creases in a concerned frown. ]
I have these ... fangs, Keith. I don't want to hurt you.
[ Shiro handles him like glass now, and for good reason. Galra are stronger, tougher, more hardy, but Keith is Keith and he's not letting that get in the way when it comes to alleviating his fears and accepting him as he is, which includes the whole "making love to him no matter what he looks like" clause that Keith will gladly follow.
Besides, seeing him like this sends a tickle of arousal right down south, a hand coming to cup the back of his neck and jeez, when did it get so thick (yeah he knows when). He's leaning down to dot the side of his mouth with kisses, nipping at his bottom lip, coaxing him to part them. ]
[ Grumbling, he nevertheless turns into the kisses and licks across the seam of his lips to be entry, giving Keith what he wants because of course he does; Shiro wants it too. Their intimacy that crosses any barrier, it help him feel less like he got struck with the galra stick and more like himself. If he can just remember about those fangs, he should be good ...
Kissing Keith is all he wants to do after a stressful morning like this one. That helps too. ]
[ Keith tells him softly, because there is no scenario where Shiro gets hurt, no scenario where it doesn't turn out well for him eventually, not if Keith has anything to say about it.
He's running his fingers through his hair now, before he drops light kisses over his fangs as if he's not in danger of being broken in half if Shiro forgets himself.
Warmly affectionate, he's sliding a hand down his chest, resting over his heart. ]
Look at you. You got even bigger.
[ He muses, before those hands stray and is tugging his shirt up, his eyes full of warmth and wonder. ] Take this off, I wanna look at you. How's the chest hair situation?
[ He squarks as his shirt is toyed with, affecting a ruffled blush that turns into a snort and a pat on Keith's ass (which his hand spans, oh). ]
Bad enough for Lance to move you up to 'Furry' status at last.
[ Shiro obliges however and the shirt is tossed aside, leaving one lightly furred galra there for Keith's roving eyes to examine, a few scars leaving their mark across the downy fuzz. The arm of the other Shiro is more animalistic than the prosthetic he had, black metal with clawed fingertips, the oddity of having it attached again is still one he's working through. ]
[ Keith says after a pause, giving Shiro a thorough once-over. It's cute when Keith gets Shiro to make that noise and blush, and somehow pink comes through on that lovely lavender.
He's curling his fingers, running them through his downy, fuzzy chest. He has never actually thought of himself as a furry, dreaded actually being called it -- but then Shiro comes along, all seven, eight feet of pure muscle, scars, and begging for Keith to kiss and lick every inch of him.
If he has to be named a furry for nailing Shiro as a galra, then, well, there probably are worse things to be -- like a galactic homicidal maniac.
Leaning down to kiss his scars, the most prominent one above his pectoral, then the other smaller ones, paying attention to where they show up and trying to ignore the way the fuzz tickles his nose. His hand is smoothing the strange new metal, coming down to lace his fingers through much bigger ones. It's interesting how this seems to dwarf him, too, and he lays soft kisses against the seam, where flesh and metal meet. ]
I wonder if this Shiro had his Keith, too. If they... you know. Did the same things we do.
[ Like fuck each other mindless. Like holding each other, like being such an irreplaceable part of the other's life. Did his counterpart love this Shiro more than his own soul, too? ]
[ A soft purr lodges on his chest as Keith explores, the dreamy look in Shiro's eye sharpening as a hot mouth glides over the junction of metal-to-flesh. He licks his lips, readily grateful for the distraction of musing words. ]
Oh, they're mates. That sounds weird, but ... that was my first thought when you walked through the door just now. [ He cocks his head, hands running over Keith's thighs and waist as he slumps comfortably atop him, a small frown returning. ] But there's this sense of longing too, like he misses his universe's you. I think, wherever that Keith is, their Shiro wants him to come home soon.
[ Where did the other Keith go? Keith is curious, but supposes that he wouldn't have gone far -- Keith is certain, very certain that he wouldn't leave Shiro alone for anything. He's gently nipping at his shoulder when he feels him purr, feeling a strange sense of possessiveness.
Fingers find a nipple now, lightly tweaking and tugging, before he lays kisses over it sweetly, soothing with warm, soft tongue. ]
Mates, huh. So... not so different from us.
[ Yes, he really did just say that. Let's move on or Keith will be even more embarrassed that he did. ]
I'm sure he'll be back soon. Nothing's gonna keep the other me away from -- you know, you.
[ As Keith licks at Shiro's chest he causes the purring to get louder, a reflexive curl in the back of Shiro's throat that can't help itself. He runs his hand over Keith to drag him in close and slides another beneath his shirt to seek out the heat of his shoulders, claws raking carefully down his back. ]
He knows. I know.
[ Not that he's letting Keith get away with calling them mates that easily. ]
[ Keith tells him, cheeks reddening faintly despite himself. Shiro's always done this, complimenting him at just about all times with such genuine sincerity and warmth that it still makes his heart skip a beat.
Cupping his large face in his hands, shivering in pleasure at how it feels like one of those massive hands can span his entire back, he leans down to kiss him again, this time running his tongue lightly over his fangs. He's smiling against it, faintly. ]
Because right now, you're stunning, too. And it's cute that you're purring. [ He pauses. ] My handsome giant cat man. Think I can make you yowl?
[ The purring! He blushes, reddening lilac cheeks as his mouth falls open under Keith's to let him explore, and his ears swivel down in embarrassment ... which is also such an unfair tell. Wow. Shiro may have been stuffed in a Blade's body with Marmoran clothes but he's about as stealthy as the Atlas on its tiptoes, especially when it comes to hiding his reactions.
His hips shift on the couch, resettling as he tries and fails to ignore the arousal pooling in his lap with Keith lodged there. ]
Maybe we should, uh, hit pause? Y-You smell so good, Keith. Fuck, it's so strange to say that but you do.
[ Shutting himself up by stealing a hard kiss, licking into a deliciously hot mouth for more. ]
[ It just fits in with the giant cat man thing, and Keith loves him all the more, hands coming up to rub the base of his ears affectionately. He can feel it now, his cock stirring against his thigh, and he looks down despite himself. ]
Are you sure you want to pause? Because I'm feeling something right... [ His hand comes to rest lightly on his bulge, and everything in him wants to see it, even as he grasps him through his pants, brows raising in surprise at how much thicker and longer he is. Hell, Shiro's already pretty big as he is.
He's about to say more, but he's kissing him right back, stroking his cock left and right over his pants, reveling in the outline of his shaft. Parting breathlessly, cheeks flushed, he breathes against his lips. ]
Mmm... you're adorable. Did you get hard just by smelling me? You should keep doing that... and I --
[ Huffy and horny, Shiro takes the permission and breaks their kiss to nose his way into Keith's hair, pulling it loose of its tie to gather it over a shoulder and scent him out properly. He can smell Keith's simmering arousal and the heavy petting gains an immediate interest from Shiro's neglected cock that hardens obediently for his mate, his breathing coming short when he switches shoulders and nuzzles his way up behind an opposite ear, loving the way Keith's blood rushes to the surface as if summoned, hot and heady. Cock filling out, he rocks into those caresses to feel more of the same.
A prehensile tail slips out beside him and coils its way around Keith's nearest leg, the fluffy tip swatting at his ass. Without realising it, Shiro has gathered him up and started marking him as his own in as many ways as he can, rubbing his scent all over Keith's clothes with an industrious kind of frottage and tugging at them in frustration when he wants to get underneath.
[ Keith could feel his own galra blood rising to the fore, readily answering to his boyfriend/lover/mate's arousal. He's startled, momentarily, by the tail, but eases into it with primal delight once Shiro scents him, feeling himself purr in response. It's softer, lower, rumbling in his chest, and Keith is reluctant when he nudges Shiro away just a little.
He's pulling his shirt over his head to get rid of the hindrance, and on second thought decides to divest the pants, too, echoing his annoyance about how they get in the way. Giving the older man an apologetic kiss for his trouble, he's tugging on Shiro's, too, unzipping and pushing, reaching behind to give his tail a soft, fond squeeze. ]
Besides, I think your body knows.
[ He continues, looking down at his cock when it springs free and his words trail off at the size of him, thick and longer and darkened and for a moment Keith wonders just how he's going to get all that up his ass.
Holy shit. ]
Wow.
[ His fingers trail down to the tip, rubbing gently at the slit. He's marvelling at it, the shape and size of him. ]
So this is what a full Galran cock looks like.
[ Not that he's wondered, or anything. But it's nice to know, and it's even nicer that it's Shiro's. ]
[ Clothes divested, he feels even bigger somehow when compared to Keith's much smaller frame. Shiro's eyes roll up and a guttural noise curdles in his throat when Keith toys with the slit of his cock, the pleasure barely diminished as he finally allows himself to look (trips to the bathroom were cursory, he tried not to stare at technically another man's dick even if it was his own). 'Wow' seems about right. Little more tapered than a human, ridges running underneath, and the crown Keith is so enamoured with is far pinker than the rest.
Shiro licks his lips, gaze drawn back to the familiar planes of his boyfriend's body, now so delicate by comparison even though Keith is the toughest person he knows. Caresses skate down Keith's torso to furl a large hand around his erection, completely engulfing it as Shiro strokes him in a loose, teasing grip, other hand cradling his head as he leans in for a soft kiss, a tender tone wreathed around a filthy plea. ]
[ If cocks can look ferocious, this one certainly managed it -- it's also kind of wonderful, how there actually is a gradient of colour and he's reaching down to cup his heavy balls, too, other hand still fondling his shaft. He still can't get all his cock into his palm, even less so now, but he's fine with that, happy to play with the obviously inhuman dick.
God, Lance is totally going to brand him a furry for this and he can't find it in himself to care. Rubbing along the raised ridges, eager to hear more of those sounds as he whines softly and rolls his hips into that large hand, he feels a thrill surge through him.
Shiro's even bigger, even stronger -- the man could break him in half in a heartbeat, crush him like an empty soda can, and yet he's being infinitely gentle with him. ]
Where first?
[ He asks lazily, licking Shiro's lips and eagerly slipping him tongue, skating past his fangs and loving the danger it presents. ]
My face, my chest...? Or do you wanna start with my stomach and work upwards? I bet you have plenty of come inside these balls, baby.
[ Okay, so apparently he really is a furry, because those filthy words just come out without Keith thinking about it, or bothering with his nearly non-existent brain to mouth filter. ]
[ Keith's so sweet as he plays a role that speaks to Shiro's newfound instincts with ten times the impact it usually might, a snarl seizing the kiss as claws drop down to dig into Keith's waist and drag him forward. Stroked a little faster by Shiro's precome-sweaty palm, Keith is treated to softer mewls whenever he plays with the shaft's ridges, reducing Shiro to a trembling mass of taut muscles beneath him.
He doesn't recognise his own voice when he stares at Keith under lowered lashes and rasps, ]
Tighter around the base, it feels so good when you make it ache there.
[ Balls heavy and satisfied with being fondled in one of Keith's hands, Shiro is too caught up in a pair of beautiful violet eyes to look down and notice that exactly where he described, a knot slowly swells around the root of his dick. It begs for attention, only growing when kneaded like Keith's ass would treat it. ]
[ Shiro snarls into the kiss and Keith feels his cock jump, practically dripping into his hand. It's base, primal, and it feels like they're both exploring just what they both like, starting with his cock. When he's tugged forward, he utters a soft, answering snarl, coiled in the pit of his stomach.
Primitive, he thinks dimly as his eyes gleam yellow in turn, his galra hindbrain alight and all he wants to do is rut into his hand, fuck him, and just be closer. He loves those mewls he inspires out of him, thrilled by his reaction, and even more enthralled by the knot swelling at the base of his cock.
So Keith tightens his grip, careful to watch his face for any signs even as it clicks into place. ]
So you knot the other me.
[ He says in wonder, endlessly fascinated. ]
Catch inside and empty your balls in my body, is that it?
[ He's musing now, before he shifts out of his arms to settle between his thighs, lower, his mouth coming to suckle at the tip of his cock before taking him halfway down. Fuck, already his dick is stretching his mouth, helplessly attracted to just how Shiro is reacting to him. He's the one who inspires this, the only one who makes Shiro want him this way.
Squeezing the root of his cock, knowing that he doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell of deepthroating that monster, he's nonetheless enthusiastic in taking as much of it as he can, feeling the unfamiliar ridges on his tongue as he eagerly rubs up against it. Oh, does he like that? ]
[ He's going to be the first galra who died from having a far too sexy mate, that's Shiro's fate now. Accepted. His lip curls when Keith snarls back, appreciating his luck to have such a fierce lover to call his own. The blissfully dazed expression he wears as his knot (fuck) thickens under Keith's diligent touch turns sharper when Keith moves lower, near eight-feet of galra sprawling back on the couch as he paws through Keith's soft hair and cups the back of his head, encouraging his soft suckling. Shiro's precome drips freely, thick as it paints all over that speedy little tongue.
Memories that aren't his own suddenly blur with reality. ]
We ... We both do. You knot me too.
[ Two greedy Alpha galras, desperately enough in love that both play at Omega. Enjoying it so much because it is them. Shiro moans loudly, head tipping back with a soft thump on the cushioning. ]
I want that, I want to be inside you. God. Keith, I don't want to hurt you.
[ Because if the other him didn't get to nail that ass and knot him in turn, he isn't Keith, and Keith's going to have to kill him for hogging Shiro, even if it's other!Shiro. The whole thing is still baffling, but Keith is right on board with the weirdness, having accepted his fate as a furry, too.
He's kissing down his shaft this time, darting to suck hard at the tip just so he can pull out the sweetest reactions from him. He's looking up when Shiro sprawls, and he pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of him, lovely and stunning and the reminder that Shiro is all his punches the breath out of his lungs.
How is it that he even manages to look so good as a Galra? How is it that people can stand to keep their hands off him? Why isn't the other him fucking him constantly?
So many maddening, wonderful questions. He licks his lips now, nosing at his balls and revelling in the taste of him. ]
You're so magnificent, Shiro. I wish you could see yourself now.
[ His huge, furry, galra lover. There is nothing Keith doesn't love about him, and he's crawling up his body now, reaching to grasp his dick so that he can line their cocks up together, grinding and rubbing sweetly against each other in ways that make Keith's toes curl. ]
I can take you. I'll have you inside me, Shiro. But first, we gotta get that knot down. And you're gonna let me fuck your tits.
[ Keith's going to make him delirious with arousal before Shiro gets anywhere near fucking that ass, that's the real danger here. All he can do as Keith torments him by testing out what Shiro likes (all of it, goddamn, the ridge-play makes him shudder every time) is growl and purr until both sound the same and he can't focus on anything beyond Keith's lips and hands and sometimes-yellow eyes.
He lets Keith be the one to stroke them off when he's back to straddling Shiro's lap, his smaller hand such a sweet tease that Shiro feels ever so slightly masochistic, the ache of wanting to come lodged deep in his navel. ]
Fuck my ... Keith. You're incredible.
[ He wraps his arms around him, laughs softly and incredulously into a cheek, and lifts him up as easily as a leaf on the wind to take to their bedroom, keen not to come all over their couch. Shiro's wry grin lights up his face, ducking through the doorway with eyes only for Keith. ]
[ Keith's huffing a chuckle at him, breathless and delighted as he clings to him, feeling the sheer strength and power in that massive body. Not that the usual Shiro isn't strong and all, but this one is a magnificent beast that pretty much ticks all of Keith's primal sex boxes.
He's wrapping his legs around him as he's carried, a hand coming to rub over those pectorals, ruffling the fur and pinching at a nipple lightly in retaliation, their dicks pinned between their bodies. He's wasting no time, grinding up against him with a shameless little moan. ]
Something about you right now makes the worst come out of me. Bed, hurry.
[ Shiro can't argue against Keith's fascination with his chest, ordinarily so sensitive anyway that it's been an erogenous zone for him since his teenage years in another body. Unsurprising the clone felt the same way and now that a galran Shirogane also has the same kink, pleasure suffuses him almost without surprise in a warm rush as he hurries to dump Keith on the bed.
He traps him there by crawling on top, insisting on a kiss just as hot and heavy as the large galran body that sinks down over Keith to let him feel it, cock catching under small human balls to rub over an unstretched hole like a promise. ]
[ Keith exhales before he can stop himself, shuddering at how thick he feels, rubbing up against his balls. He feels so large that Keith is momentarily uncertain how he's going to take him inside.
But he will, he's going to, and he's grabbing the base of his cock, rubbing his thick, heavy shaft between his cheeks, feeling every inch of it. Uncertainty and exhilaration is a potent mix -- what he does know is that he doesn't want to disappoint Shiro, that he would choose him every time, regardless of his own circumstances.
Pressing his forehead to his, feeling the weight of his galran lover atop him, sinking heavily onto the mattress, he's hungrily stealing another kiss on the heels of the first, lean legs coming to wrap around that waist. It's thicker and sturdier, everything about Shiro is so much bigger that his hands come up to rub his ears fondly again, before slipping down to knead at his pectorals, feeling him up shamelessly. ]
'm gonna need some preparation before you mate me.
[ He says softly, already reaching for the lube he slips under Shiro's pillow regularly. ] Think I'm gonna feel you...
[ His hand slides down over his lower belly, his gaze mischievous. ] ...here?
[ It's not a fantasy he's had before but being able to literally shield Keith from anyone or anything is suddenly so welcome. A shadow passes over his eyes when he watches Keith touch his belly and something clicks in Shiro's brain so he isn't even aware of moving down to rub his cheeks and ears over that same spot, scenting him out with the loudest purr of all so far. Mate, he thinks, and in the back of his head a similar voice supplies, Mother, Kit, Baby. Sven. Shiro pants over Keith's skin and pastes his pink cock against his body with long drawn-out licks, tongue large enough to completely cover him, breath unsteady.
Claws grasp at Keith's soft inner-thighs and guide them over broad shoulders, a disbelieving yet earnest laugh melting over his cock where Shiro smiles up, all fangs and softly shining yellow eyes. ]
They had a kit, a baby. You had mine, our son.
[ It's not as surprising as it should be that two male galrans could produce offspring, not when half the alien species looks like lizards and the empire spread so fast, even in this reality. Shiro frames Keith's hips in his hands and laps at his cock like it's the only place in the world he wants to be, dreamy with the revelation. ]
That Keith ... his stomach swelled right up, so beautiful. I can remember it.
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[ The size difference is ridiculous, really. He can fit Keith in his lap with room to spare when ordinarily Keith isn't so much smaller than Shiro, the difference is astonishing and draws his attention with the same wonder. He returns the kiss lightly, stilling when Keith asks for more.
Shiro's brow creases in a concerned frown. ]
I have these ... fangs, Keith. I don't want to hurt you.
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[ Shiro handles him like glass now, and for good reason. Galra are stronger, tougher, more hardy, but Keith is Keith and he's not letting that get in the way when it comes to alleviating his fears and accepting him as he is, which includes the whole "making love to him no matter what he looks like" clause that Keith will gladly follow.
Besides, seeing him like this sends a tickle of arousal right down south, a hand coming to cup the back of his neck and jeez, when did it get so thick (yeah he knows when). He's leaning down to dot the side of his mouth with kisses, nipping at his bottom lip, coaxing him to part them. ]
And I'll prove it to you, too.
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[ Grumbling, he nevertheless turns into the kisses and licks across the seam of his lips to be entry, giving Keith what he wants because of course he does; Shiro wants it too. Their intimacy that crosses any barrier, it help him feel less like he got struck with the galra stick and more like himself. If he can just remember about those fangs, he should be good ...
Kissing Keith is all he wants to do after a stressful morning like this one. That helps too. ]
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[ Keith tells him softly, because there is no scenario where Shiro gets hurt, no scenario where it doesn't turn out well for him eventually, not if Keith has anything to say about it.
He's running his fingers through his hair now, before he drops light kisses over his fangs as if he's not in danger of being broken in half if Shiro forgets himself.
Warmly affectionate, he's sliding a hand down his chest, resting over his heart. ]
Look at you. You got even bigger.
[ He muses, before those hands stray and is tugging his shirt up, his eyes full of warmth and wonder. ] Take this off, I wanna look at you. How's the chest hair situation?
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Bad enough for Lance to move you up to 'Furry' status at last.
[ Shiro obliges however and the shirt is tossed aside, leaving one lightly furred galra there for Keith's roving eyes to examine, a few scars leaving their mark across the downy fuzz. The arm of the other Shiro is more animalistic than the prosthetic he had, black metal with clawed fingertips, the oddity of having it attached again is still one he's working through. ]
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[ Keith says after a pause, giving Shiro a thorough once-over. It's cute when Keith gets Shiro to make that noise and blush, and somehow pink comes through on that lovely lavender.
He's curling his fingers, running them through his downy, fuzzy chest. He has never actually thought of himself as a furry, dreaded actually being called it -- but then Shiro comes along, all seven, eight feet of pure muscle, scars, and begging for Keith to kiss and lick every inch of him.
If he has to be named a furry for nailing Shiro as a galra, then, well, there probably are worse things to be -- like a galactic homicidal maniac.
Leaning down to kiss his scars, the most prominent one above his pectoral, then the other smaller ones, paying attention to where they show up and trying to ignore the way the fuzz tickles his nose. His hand is smoothing the strange new metal, coming down to lace his fingers through much bigger ones. It's interesting how this seems to dwarf him, too, and he lays soft kisses against the seam, where flesh and metal meet. ]
I wonder if this Shiro had his Keith, too. If they... you know. Did the same things we do.
[ Like fuck each other mindless. Like holding each other, like being such an irreplaceable part of the other's life. Did his counterpart love this Shiro more than his own soul, too? ]
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Oh, they're mates. That sounds weird, but ... that was my first thought when you walked through the door just now. [ He cocks his head, hands running over Keith's thighs and waist as he slumps comfortably atop him, a small frown returning. ] But there's this sense of longing too, like he misses his universe's you. I think, wherever that Keith is, their Shiro wants him to come home soon.
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[ Where did the other Keith go? Keith is curious, but supposes that he wouldn't have gone far -- Keith is certain, very certain that he wouldn't leave Shiro alone for anything. He's gently nipping at his shoulder when he feels him purr, feeling a strange sense of possessiveness.
Fingers find a nipple now, lightly tweaking and tugging, before he lays kisses over it sweetly, soothing with warm, soft tongue. ]
Mates, huh. So... not so different from us.
[ Yes, he really did just say that. Let's move on or Keith will be even more embarrassed that he did. ]
I'm sure he'll be back soon. Nothing's gonna keep the other me away from -- you know, you.
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He knows. I know.
[ Not that he's letting Keith get away with calling them mates that easily. ]
You're beautiful in every reality, baby.
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[ Keith tells him, cheeks reddening faintly despite himself. Shiro's always done this, complimenting him at just about all times with such genuine sincerity and warmth that it still makes his heart skip a beat.
Cupping his large face in his hands, shivering in pleasure at how it feels like one of those massive hands can span his entire back, he leans down to kiss him again, this time running his tongue lightly over his fangs. He's smiling against it, faintly. ]
Because right now, you're stunning, too. And it's cute that you're purring. [ He pauses. ] My handsome giant cat man. Think I can make you yowl?
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[ The purring! He blushes, reddening lilac cheeks as his mouth falls open under Keith's to let him explore, and his ears swivel down in embarrassment ... which is also such an unfair tell. Wow. Shiro may have been stuffed in a Blade's body with Marmoran clothes but he's about as stealthy as the Atlas on its tiptoes, especially when it comes to hiding his reactions.
His hips shift on the couch, resettling as he tries and fails to ignore the arousal pooling in his lap with Keith lodged there. ]
Maybe we should, uh, hit pause? Y-You smell so good, Keith. Fuck, it's so strange to say that but you do.
[ Shutting himself up by stealing a hard kiss, licking into a deliciously hot mouth for more. ]
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[ It just fits in with the giant cat man thing, and Keith loves him all the more, hands coming up to rub the base of his ears affectionately. He can feel it now, his cock stirring against his thigh, and he looks down despite himself. ]
Are you sure you want to pause? Because I'm feeling something right... [ His hand comes to rest lightly on his bulge, and everything in him wants to see it, even as he grasps him through his pants, brows raising in surprise at how much thicker and longer he is. Hell, Shiro's already pretty big as he is.
He's about to say more, but he's kissing him right back, stroking his cock left and right over his pants, reveling in the outline of his shaft. Parting breathlessly, cheeks flushed, he breathes against his lips. ]
Mmm... you're adorable. Did you get hard just by smelling me? You should keep doing that... and I --
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A prehensile tail slips out beside him and coils its way around Keith's nearest leg, the fluffy tip swatting at his ass. Without realising it, Shiro has gathered him up and started marking him as his own in as many ways as he can, rubbing his scent all over Keith's clothes with an industrious kind of frottage and tugging at them in frustration when he wants to get underneath.
In a shaky, soft voice, he confesses, ]
I have no idea what I'm doing, for the record.
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[ Keith could feel his own galra blood rising to the fore, readily answering to his boyfriend/lover/mate's arousal. He's startled, momentarily, by the tail, but eases into it with primal delight once Shiro scents him, feeling himself purr in response. It's softer, lower, rumbling in his chest, and Keith is reluctant when he nudges Shiro away just a little.
He's pulling his shirt over his head to get rid of the hindrance, and on second thought decides to divest the pants, too, echoing his annoyance about how they get in the way. Giving the older man an apologetic kiss for his trouble, he's tugging on Shiro's, too, unzipping and pushing, reaching behind to give his tail a soft, fond squeeze. ]
Besides, I think your body knows.
[ He continues, looking down at his cock when it springs free and his words trail off at the size of him, thick and longer and darkened and for a moment Keith wonders just how he's going to get all that up his ass.
Holy shit. ]
Wow.
[ His fingers trail down to the tip, rubbing gently at the slit. He's marvelling at it, the shape and size of him. ]
So this is what a full Galran cock looks like.
[ Not that he's wondered, or anything. But it's nice to know, and it's even nicer that it's Shiro's. ]
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Shiro licks his lips, gaze drawn back to the familiar planes of his boyfriend's body, now so delicate by comparison even though Keith is the toughest person he knows. Caresses skate down Keith's torso to furl a large hand around his erection, completely engulfing it as Shiro strokes him in a loose, teasing grip, other hand cradling his head as he leans in for a soft kiss, a tender tone wreathed around a filthy plea. ]
I want to come all over you, Keith.
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God, Lance is totally going to brand him a furry for this and he can't find it in himself to care. Rubbing along the raised ridges, eager to hear more of those sounds as he whines softly and rolls his hips into that large hand, he feels a thrill surge through him.
Shiro's even bigger, even stronger -- the man could break him in half in a heartbeat, crush him like an empty soda can, and yet he's being infinitely gentle with him. ]
Where first?
[ He asks lazily, licking Shiro's lips and eagerly slipping him tongue, skating past his fangs and loving the danger it presents. ]
My face, my chest...? Or do you wanna start with my stomach and work upwards? I bet you have plenty of come inside these balls, baby.
[ Okay, so apparently he really is a furry, because those filthy words just come out without Keith thinking about it, or bothering with his nearly non-existent brain to mouth filter. ]
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[ Keith's so sweet as he plays a role that speaks to Shiro's newfound instincts with ten times the impact it usually might, a snarl seizing the kiss as claws drop down to dig into Keith's waist and drag him forward. Stroked a little faster by Shiro's precome-sweaty palm, Keith is treated to softer mewls whenever he plays with the shaft's ridges, reducing Shiro to a trembling mass of taut muscles beneath him.
He doesn't recognise his own voice when he stares at Keith under lowered lashes and rasps, ]
Tighter around the base, it feels so good when you make it ache there.
[ Balls heavy and satisfied with being fondled in one of Keith's hands, Shiro is too caught up in a pair of beautiful violet eyes to look down and notice that exactly where he described, a knot slowly swells around the root of his dick. It begs for attention, only growing when kneaded like Keith's ass would treat it. ]
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Primitive, he thinks dimly as his eyes gleam yellow in turn, his galra hindbrain alight and all he wants to do is rut into his hand, fuck him, and just be closer. He loves those mewls he inspires out of him, thrilled by his reaction, and even more enthralled by the knot swelling at the base of his cock.
So Keith tightens his grip, careful to watch his face for any signs even as it clicks into place. ]
So you knot the other me.
[ He says in wonder, endlessly fascinated. ]
Catch inside and empty your balls in my body, is that it?
[ He's musing now, before he shifts out of his arms to settle between his thighs, lower, his mouth coming to suckle at the tip of his cock before taking him halfway down. Fuck, already his dick is stretching his mouth, helplessly attracted to just how Shiro is reacting to him. He's the one who inspires this, the only one who makes Shiro want him this way.
Squeezing the root of his cock, knowing that he doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell of deepthroating that monster, he's nonetheless enthusiastic in taking as much of it as he can, feeling the unfamiliar ridges on his tongue as he eagerly rubs up against it. Oh, does he like that? ]
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Memories that aren't his own suddenly blur with reality. ]
We ... We both do. You knot me too.
[ Two greedy Alpha galras, desperately enough in love that both play at Omega. Enjoying it so much because it is them. Shiro moans loudly, head tipping back with a soft thump on the cushioning. ]
I want that, I want to be inside you. God. Keith, I don't want to hurt you.
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[ Because if the other him didn't get to nail that ass and knot him in turn, he isn't Keith, and Keith's going to have to kill him for hogging Shiro, even if it's other!Shiro. The whole thing is still baffling, but Keith is right on board with the weirdness, having accepted his fate as a furry, too.
He's kissing down his shaft this time, darting to suck hard at the tip just so he can pull out the sweetest reactions from him. He's looking up when Shiro sprawls, and he pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of him, lovely and stunning and the reminder that Shiro is all his punches the breath out of his lungs.
How is it that he even manages to look so good as a Galra? How is it that people can stand to keep their hands off him? Why isn't the other him fucking him constantly?
So many maddening, wonderful questions. He licks his lips now, nosing at his balls and revelling in the taste of him. ]
You're so magnificent, Shiro. I wish you could see yourself now.
[ His huge, furry, galra lover. There is nothing Keith doesn't love about him, and he's crawling up his body now, reaching to grasp his dick so that he can line their cocks up together, grinding and rubbing sweetly against each other in ways that make Keith's toes curl. ]
I can take you. I'll have you inside me, Shiro. But first, we gotta get that knot down. And you're gonna let me fuck your tits.
[ Yeah, he's going down with the HMS Furronia. ]
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He lets Keith be the one to stroke them off when he's back to straddling Shiro's lap, his smaller hand such a sweet tease that Shiro feels ever so slightly masochistic, the ache of wanting to come lodged deep in his navel. ]
Fuck my ... Keith. You're incredible.
[ He wraps his arms around him, laughs softly and incredulously into a cheek, and lifts him up as easily as a leaf on the wind to take to their bedroom, keen not to come all over their couch. Shiro's wry grin lights up his face, ducking through the doorway with eyes only for Keith. ]
Say it like it is, why don't you. Don't be shy.
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[ Keith's huffing a chuckle at him, breathless and delighted as he clings to him, feeling the sheer strength and power in that massive body. Not that the usual Shiro isn't strong and all, but this one is a magnificent beast that pretty much ticks all of Keith's primal sex boxes.
He's wrapping his legs around him as he's carried, a hand coming to rub over those pectorals, ruffling the fur and pinching at a nipple lightly in retaliation, their dicks pinned between their bodies. He's wasting no time, grinding up against him with a shameless little moan. ]
Something about you right now makes the worst come out of me. Bed, hurry.
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He traps him there by crawling on top, insisting on a kiss just as hot and heavy as the large galran body that sinks down over Keith to let him feel it, cock catching under small human balls to rub over an unstretched hole like a promise. ]
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[ Keith exhales before he can stop himself, shuddering at how thick he feels, rubbing up against his balls. He feels so large that Keith is momentarily uncertain how he's going to take him inside.
But he will, he's going to, and he's grabbing the base of his cock, rubbing his thick, heavy shaft between his cheeks, feeling every inch of it. Uncertainty and exhilaration is a potent mix -- what he does know is that he doesn't want to disappoint Shiro, that he would choose him every time, regardless of his own circumstances.
Pressing his forehead to his, feeling the weight of his galran lover atop him, sinking heavily onto the mattress, he's hungrily stealing another kiss on the heels of the first, lean legs coming to wrap around that waist. It's thicker and sturdier, everything about Shiro is so much bigger that his hands come up to rub his ears fondly again, before slipping down to knead at his pectorals, feeling him up shamelessly. ]
'm gonna need some preparation before you mate me.
[ He says softly, already reaching for the lube he slips under Shiro's pillow regularly. ] Think I'm gonna feel you...
[ His hand slides down over his lower belly, his gaze mischievous. ] ...here?
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[ It's not a fantasy he's had before but being able to literally shield Keith from anyone or anything is suddenly so welcome. A shadow passes over his eyes when he watches Keith touch his belly and something clicks in Shiro's brain so he isn't even aware of moving down to rub his cheeks and ears over that same spot, scenting him out with the loudest purr of all so far. Mate, he thinks, and in the back of his head a similar voice supplies, Mother, Kit, Baby. Sven. Shiro pants over Keith's skin and pastes his pink cock against his body with long drawn-out licks, tongue large enough to completely cover him, breath unsteady.
Claws grasp at Keith's soft inner-thighs and guide them over broad shoulders, a disbelieving yet earnest laugh melting over his cock where Shiro smiles up, all fangs and softly shining yellow eyes. ]
They had a kit, a baby. You had mine, our son.
[ It's not as surprising as it should be that two male galrans could produce offspring, not when half the alien species looks like lizards and the empire spread so fast, even in this reality. Shiro frames Keith's hips in his hands and laps at his cock like it's the only place in the world he wants to be, dreamy with the revelation. ]
That Keith ... his stomach swelled right up, so beautiful. I can remember it.
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