open post. (sfw + nsfw)

[parakalein]

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[paladads]

I'm so, so sorry. I'm here now, you've got me.

[ The kiss is a hot brand that takes back what he's been missing, no longer concerned about his fangs when Keith is tough enough to deal with their scrape around colliding tongues. He strokes his way up Keith's body and without having to think about it starts peeling his clothes off, only the bump of the wall behind Keith making Shiro realise how he's been pushing into that mouth and those hands. It'll do, like this he can work a thigh between Keith's legs and cover him as a heavy weight as he grinds down to pin him in place.

Purrs rumble in reply to the chirrs, tearing his mouth away to lick his way to a large ear and nibble along its velvety edge. He may have already come barely an hour earlier but his dick is keyed up and hardening quickly, Shiro's pleas a gruff whine. ]

I need you inside me, kitten. Give me your knot?

[parakalein]

Yes.

[ Yes, yes. Keith's yellow eyes are gleaming with intent, with naked desire as he feels that knee between his thighs. He's grinding into it with an approving little sound, hands squeezing his ass as the claws retract. Fingers press between the seam of both cheeks, stroking down it -- oh, how he has missed this.

He pushes back and strips Shiro's uniform from him, wanting to feel his fur under his hands, the beating of his heart, where nothing can get between them, not even clothes. He's carelessly stripping off his own, excitement glittering in the curve of his mouth as he cups his face, pushing Shiro back against the bed.

It's a little too small for the both of them, and he's pretty sure that they'll ruin it, but Keith doesn't care. He's been away from Shiro too long. ] Don't be sorry, puppy. I have so much to make up to you.

[ He's nuzzling against him, scenting Shiro's arousal and crooning with delight. ] Oh, look at you. Give me the lube.

[paladads]

I almost hurt you, when you were ...

[ Shaking his head as their clothes are tossed aside, Shiro wastes no time in dragging Keith down to the bed and sinking his fangs into the scent gland on his neck, gnawing there as his own claws dig into his mate's thigh and bicep to lock him in close, the brush of fingers down his ass firing him up with a muted snarl. ]

Under the pillows.

[ Keith will have to grab the lube himself: Shiro scents him like he can't get enough of how his mate smells, a thick barrel-chest finding a lean one to rub up against, fur scrubbing over pecs and where their hips join, making him breathless with the delicious friction. ]

Oh ...

[parakalein]

It's fine. It's all fine. The other me really liked it.

[ Keith murmurs, his words low and gravelly and full of promise and affection. He's groaning when those teeth sink into his gland, realising how his lover needs comforting, how he needs him. Keith's own protective instincts flare, and he moves above him, staying close.

He'll be close -- he won't be anywhere else but here with him. ] You're safe with me, Shiro. I'm here -- I won't let anyone get to you.

[ Keith promises, fishing for the lube and popping it open, smearing his fingers with it. It's quick enough work that he can do it in his sleep, and he's already pushing a finger inside of him, adoring his thick, meaty ass. Oh, but he does love how Shiro scents him like he can't get enough, and he understands, too. He's biting softly at his jaw, nuzzling along his cheek roughly before gripping his face, tugging him up so Keith can ravage his mouth.

He's rolling his hips with his, his cock, fuller, bigger than his human counterpart, rubs up against Shiro's. ]

Be good for me. You'll be good for me, won't you...? 'm gonna make you scream.

[paladads]

[ You're safe with me. It means so much to hear the words, always keeping at bay the nightmares of the Altean gladiatorial pits and his time in prison, where the guards treated his body like the beast it resembled. Keith touches him reverently without hesitation, the meld of a hot kiss dragging whimpers out of Shiro as his lashes droop, dizzy with bliss.

As cocks grind in a slippery slide of precome, ridged undersides creating a shuddering pleasure for Shiro, he raises his tail and swings a leg over Keith's hip to hitch higher, affording his fingers more room. He yowls and bites his lip, riding that finger harder than he should, wanting him so much it's hard to stay still and coming off like a helpless slut instead of a ship's captain. ]

B-Breed me, kitten, fuck me hard. I'm good, I want your knot so bad, no one else's ...

[parakalein]

[ Keith would destroy all of it in a heartbeat. Find the Altean gladiatorial pits and set them ablaze himself, together with the Alteans who had forced his lover into battle. Shiro had come away with scars, both physical and mental, that will never go away, and Keith is desperate to do all he can to protect, to be there with him when the nightmares come. He will keep it at bay, fight every demon that rears its ugly head.

There is nothing that he wouldn't do for him. Kissing him ferociously, free hand sliding down to grip both their cocks tightly to rub, ridges against ridges and the push-pull stimulation of it makes him shiver, low and soft. Keith loves him -- he loves him to the point of madness, when it goes beyond emotion and right down to his soul, where loving Shiro is as essential as breathing. And even now, when Shiro tells him to breed him, he growls.

There are no sexier words than this, nothing that tugs at his own alpha instincts -- Shiro will be this way to no one else, not even the other him, and he's biting at his lip softly, fucking him with both thick fingers, lube slick and getting him ready. His Shiro wants his knot, his Shiro wants to be fucked good and proper, and his answering purr is so loud it's almost deafening. ]

I will. I will. All you're going to ever smell and feel is me, darling. I'm going to fuck you so hard this bed breaks. And maybe this time -- this time you'll bear our kit.

[ He's wicked and playful, rolling his hips just to put his point across. ] God, you're so beautiful. You're --

[paladads]

K-Keith! Oh, Keith, yes ...

[ He'd do it for him and bear a baby, their family could be huge and full of more love than any other before it. Shiro will forever be seeking a way to repay Keith's selfless, endless love with his own, his best attempts more often manifesting in how desperately he craves his mate's touch and approval.

Filthy moans are standard as he squirms over Keith's hand, tail lashing the bed. He would have let the little Kogane fuck him, he loves him too, but like this when they match it's always going to be better. His ears flatten against his head, trembling with anticipation as his prostate is brushed over as he hears Beautiful. ]

Ah —!

[parakalein]

[ Keith is fiercely possessive, stirred up by Shiro's enthusiasm and arousal. He wants to be fucked, he wants Keith inside of him, and Keith is more than glad to do it -- he's missed having him, missed pushing inside that wonderful, muscular body and making him his. He's crooning softly, touching him; their chests and their cocks pressed up so intimately against each other.

They've been apart too long, and with every filthy moan his beloved mate issues, the rumble of a purr in Keith's chest goes deeper. His ears flick in open, avid interest. He's twisting his fingers now, pressing up more firmly against his prostate with a wicked little smile. ]

You like this, mmm...? It's been so long since I've fucked you, puppy... you'll howl for it, won't you?

[paladads]

[ If he could smother Keith with his love he would but his best option is to shove him onto his back without letting those fingers slip free, legs folded either side of Keith's hips. He traces the purple stripes near slinky hips, digging his thumbs into the divots there as he rides Keith's hand. Shiro nods obediently, wet mouth hanging open after he licks his lips. He could come like this just on those fingers but holds off, squeezing them around their knuckles as he sways his lower-half in a sensual rut that would feel much nicer around his mate's cock, putting on a show. Hands planted on Keith's abs, Shiro makes sure that he pushes his pecs together by his elbows when he moves, knowing every weakness of the galra beneath him and eager to exploit them. ]

Give me what I want, sweetheart, I'll howl for you all night. C'mon, kitten, don't you want me to warm up your cock for you? I'll keep you hard for hours, let you fuck me and fall asleep in me, just put it in, baby ...

[parakalein]

You once said 'patience yields focus'. Look at you now.

[ Keith is breathless when he's flipped onto his back by his very impatient, very adorable lover -- goodness, how charming he is when he's like this, demanding what he wants when Keith's in the midst of giving it to him. He growls, just a little, biting at his scent gland in warning. ]

You'll take what I give you, when I choose to give it to you.

[ His free hand comes to grip his hip even if his eyes flare a deeper yellow at how he so deliberately pushes his pecs together -- it's no secret that Keith absolutely loves them, loves pushing his dick between them. He's intoxicated, drawn helplessly to his obedience, the flash of pink of his tongue.

Shiro's a tactician through and through and that skill apparently translates to their bed. Keith's hand moves from his hip to close lightly around his mate's throat, commanding his attention while he continues to fuck him with his fingers, slicking him up inside properly. Oh, he's so tight, so damn tight -- Keith's own arousal is spiking, cock twitching with anticipation. He's going to slide into the sweetest sheath, and the way his Shiro would close all around him will be absolutely wonderful. ]

Now, behave for me. Lube my dick up, and I'll take such good care of you.

[paladads]

[ Time for new tactics if the old ones don't work: he whines and lowers his ears as he pushes into the hand on his throat, searching out the lube to slick his lover's erection. His tail curls downward and it's Shiro's idea to behave as saddened as possible by being told off, still rocking on Keith's fingers but now with a downcast look to his flushed cheeks. Two can play at this game. ]

[parakalein]

[ Oh. Oh, no. Oh, no.

Keith softens almost immediately -- something about that downward curling tail and those downcast eyes inspire a visceral reaction, a instinctive desire to please. He's letting go of his throat immediately, coming up to croon softly, to kiss his lips and nuzzle his jaw in a desperate bid to comfort. ]

Hey. Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so harsh.

[ He's taken in, hook, line and sinker, even when his fingers are buried deep in that tight, wonderful ass. ] Puppy... forgive me.

[paladads]

[ Heh. Shiro rewards him with a nuzzle and a purr as Keith starts fussing him again, already so accustomed to being split open that he can accept those fingers with ease and focus on running his hands up his mate's chest. Claws rake down, seeking out his ribs and all the hidden indents under Keith's fur. ]

[parakalein]

[ Honestly, he's so damn gone for Shiro he would do anything for him. So when his dick's lubed up, Keith adding a little more of it, keeping it slick and slippery, he's drawing his fingers from inside him.

In a heartbeat, he's flipping Shiro right onto his back again -- except that's the floor, which they pretty much tumble a short way and bump onto. Good thing: more space. He's continuing to nuzzle him, eager to initiate more purrs, even as his hands now come to slide down his back, his ass, hitching both his legs up around his waist.

...And then it occurs to him, mid-nuzzle. ]

Oh, that was a trick, wasn't it?

[paladads]

[ Good job it's more of a bump than a fall to the floor. Shiro laughs and spreads his legs, ears perking as he grins up at his mate. ]

You fall for it every time, sweetheart.

[ Arms draped above his head and hips resting on Keith's lap, he lies there with his erection rubbing a wet spot on his abs and his ass slick, prepared as he'll ever be to take Keith in. Shiro loves this part, the anticipation wrapped in love, nuzzling sweet kisses from Keith; he's never trusted anyone so much. ]

I love being yours. Take me back.

[parakalein]

I've never once let go of you.

[ He say quietly, no less intense as he meets his eyes, cupping his face while he grasps his cock with his lube-slick hand, lining himself up to press lightly against his tight little hole, snug between both firm cheeks. He's pressing his forehead to his, drawing him into a long, slow kiss before he finally, finally slides into his waiting lover, shivering at the intense burst of sensation, tightness and heat sheathing him like a glove.

Shiro is made for him, in every way -- and Keith will never have enough. ] You're still mine, my puppy. Everything that you are -- [ He breathes heatedly between kisses, groaning as he goes halfway in, then the whole way, sinking balls-deep into his willing body, sheathed where he belongs. ] -- you're all mine. I'll kill anyone who touches you.

[paladads]

[ It happens so naturally that he smiles throughout being filled and wraps his legs around Keith's waist, moaning into the messy kisses. Shiro takes him to the hilt and gasps his satisfaction, pawing down Keith's back to scratch at his ass and hold him inside where that rigid cock is treated to a tight squeeze all the way down the shaft. ]

Ah, my sweet Alpha ...

[ Keith has always kept Shiro safe, saved him countless times. He's the most attentive and devoted mate anyone could ask for and Shiro adores him, trying to roll his hips and encourage some movement so he can feel more of that powerful body using his own. ]

[parakalein]

[ Keith rumbles a low purr of approval at what his beloved calls him, how he yields so sweetly as he moves to grasp his hips now, his cock pinned between both their bodies and rubbing up against both their furry abdomens, slicking pre-come on both of them. Surely, Shiro is marking him the same way Keith is doing it, gasping when he feels him paw his ass, how he demands more. ]

Shhh. Easy, babe. Easy. I've got you.

[ He soothes. It might have been a long while, but Keith wants this to last -- Keith wants to sear this moment in his mind, lost in Shiro's embrace, dragging out the wonderful mutual homecoming. He's tilting his head up to kiss him again and again, pulling all the way out before sinking back in again, his thrust fluid but firm, deliberate in the way he bottoms out into him again. ]

Want to -- make this last.

[paladads]

[ Sometimes Shiro thinks he should have been born an Omega, then it becomes clear Keith is he only one he would ever let put him on his back, the only one he wants to submit to. The drag of his cock makes him shudder as ridged scales, soft enough to rub him the right way on every retreat, have him moaning even before Keith thrusts back in, either flushed from taking his cock or equally wild for the way it feels pulling back. Shiro's mouth hangs open on these constant cries that come out weak and needy, hands grasping their way up to Keith's shoulders and higher, burying in his hair, arms wrapped around him like a possessive mirror. ]

You're s-so good to me, my sweetheart ... [ Making his thighs squeeze and tail shake. ] Missed you, baby.

[parakalein]

[ Keith's tail languidly comes to curl around Shiro's, wrapping and twining around his intimately, like the joining of hands but even more. He's sliding his hand down his chest, fingers scratching through that fur to splay possessively on his abdomen, grasping Shiro's cock in his hand and slowly working to get him off.

Alphas were never meant to be fucked, rutted into like omegas and betas, claimed ferociously and savagely -- but Keith has never cared for conventional theory; the both of them were meant to be together, two halves of a whole. It doesn't matter that they lack the sweetness of omega scents that would drive any alpha mad, all that matters is that his Shiro is surrendering to him, making sounds sweeter than any omega in heat.

He's hardening inside of him, moving faster now, his cock curving just a touch as he slams up into him with a soft grunt, equally possessive, equally wanting. ]

Missed you, too. Missed you -- so much.

[ He grits, biting along his throat now, licking where teeth marks were left. ] You're still so tight around me, my good boy...

[paladads]

[ A cry punches out of his gut when Keith touches his cock to jerk him off fo the pace of being fucked, that alone almost enough of a distraction from the way Keith is hardening further with every thrust, stroking him so much deeper that Shiro's knees hitch up along Keith's sides to help. Feeling the way that cock changes while inside him is always a thrill, shivers racing down his spine. ]

Keith, baby, you feel so good! Oh, my god ...

[ Tossing his head to make room for Keith to bite as he pleases, the gesture is completely submissive. He'd wear all Keith's marks with pride. His black hand combs through his mate's hair, grasping tighter than before as Shiro feels an orgasm start to cinch in his navel, balls drawing closer to his body. ]

Tight f-for you, only you, won't let anyone else fuck me.

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[ There's nothing more gratifying than knowing that Keith's the one who can make Shiro cry out like this, when he's helpless under his vice-like grip, when he plows into him, every sinfully primal stroke pressing up against that bundle of sensitive nerves, pitching him forward towards unstoppable orgasm. He's hitching his knees even higher, letting go of him for only a moment to drape both over his shoulders.

It changes up the angle, shows off his own strength -- because even in mating he knows that Shiro has to know his mate is capable, is strong, and he growls low and menacing, so impossibly turned on by his praise. He thrives on it, laps up every sweet word as he bends Shiro into half and fucks him anew.

He reaches down again, then, squeezes the base of his cock hard to stave off impending orgasm, his smile sharp as knives. ]

You'd let the other me fuck you. [ A stinging slap, right on his rump. Not that he minds, personally, it's still him, but he does enjoy making things challenging for his mate now and then. ]

[paladads]

[ A squeak more than anything leaves him as his cock is denied an orgasm and his ass is slapped, the sharp sting causing him to quake and cinch tighter around the heat buried in his ass. Shiro bites his lip, guilty and unable to lie as he paws down Keith's shoulders to rake furrows in his fur. ]

He's you, so sweet ... You've both got us where you want us, loves.

[ Both Shiros twisted together underneath their Keiths, desperate to come with skin more pink than lilac where fur thins out on his chest and face. He lowers his ears again to try his luck at coaxing Keith back in, heels digging into shoulders and soft walls rippling around a hard cock as he writhes. ]

Give it to us, as hard as you can. Make it hurt like only you can.

[parakalein]

[ Oh, he definitely very much likes the sound of that. The squeak, the temptation, how Shiro's words curl around his psyche and spurs both himself and the other Keith inside him. They're both each other, same but different, and Keith's given up trying to make sense of it. The truth is this: Shiro belongs to him, them, and that's all that matters.

He makes a soft crooning little noise, shaking his head before he kisses him again, trying desperately to shield himself from those tactically devastating little moves. Yes, he knows what he's doing, and he's doing it anyway, upping the speed and practically pounding into him in lewd, obscene strokes, balls slapping up against his ass.

He gives it to him hard, like he asks, pleasure and tension coiling in the pit of his stomach. He gives it to him with every ounce of strength that he has, driving him into the floor once again with every harsh grunt. He bottoms out, so deep inside him that he burns with desire, thrumming with instinctive, primal need to mate, to pour himself into him, to make it so that his beloved is happy, so happy -- he wants to make it hurt. ]

[paladads]

[ Sex with Keith is always wild once the sweet words and teasing runs dry. Shiro arches and squirms with him until it's all he can do to cling onto Keith's hair and knead his chest as he's fucked so well that he forgets what words are. Keith, yes, baby, kitten. Nothing exists beyond those brokenly begged pleas. He clings, whimpering into kisses that turn into exchanged gasps as the pleasure burns too hot to be held back and he comes with a snarl that curls his lip and has Shiro wrenching at Keith to drag him in impossibly closer, milking him with strong pulses of pleasure that his wonderful mate inspired. It's all Keith driving Shiro crazy, from a heart bursting with love to a body quivering its way through a long orgasm, able to feel every ridge of his cock and the curved tip rubbing at him relentlessly.

Yowls fill the bedroom from where Shiro is completely fucked out on the floor, the rim of his hole flinching to try and keep Keith inside, desperate for his knot, but he can't speak. Can't string two words together. He bucks down insistently, legs falling either side of his mate to clutch at Keith's hips and try to convey what he wants: to trap him inside so that no one else can have him.

And more, always more. ]