open post. (sfw + nsfw)

[parakalein]

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[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. ]

[parakalein]

[ It's all too easy to lose himself in Shiro and his own instincts -- his passion is infectious, all-consuming; Shiro cries out and clings to him so beautifully, yowling his heart out like Keith is the only thing that matters and Keith is wholly, hopelessly in love with him. Broken words, broken sentences; all that blood's going down south and Keith doesn't have it in him to form complete thoughts, much less sentences.

He's plunging into him, giving him a good, thorough fucking. Grunting with every thrust, they're just like animals, wild beasts rutting fiercely with each other, entwined and too wrapped up to care. It's savage, what they do together, and Keith moves harder, as if punishing his beloved with every thrust, feeling how tightly he clutches him.

He's snarling his name, nose buried in his scent glands as he gluts himself on him, feeling his knock swell inside him. It's gradual but evident, and he's harsh, quick to get in all his thrusts, fucking him thoroughly until it swells, thick enough to catch on the rim of his hole, anchoring him inside his lover's body, keeping him trapped when he can no longer pull out, buried deep.

Keith is panting, eyes wild and hair a mess, lips curled in a silent growl as his hands grip his ass, sliding up his sides after. When he next speaks, it's rough, guttural. ]

Shiro...

[paladads]

[ Remembering how to breathe is the main thing, he thinks hysterically for a split-second, gulping down air as his head tips back when Keith's rutting turns harsh and unforgiving, utterly perfect so that the next sensation that breaks through Shiro's red haze of lust is the hot come scorching his insides, making him whine as he claws at Keith, hips squirming. A stop is shortly put to that by Keith's impending knot, however, groans rising from the Alpha who takes it as eagerly as any Omega with arms around his beautifully strong mate, goading him on. Deeper.

Yesyesyes, that's it baby c'mon c'mon oh god you're so big.

And Keith is, he's not as big as Shiro but he has nothing to be ashamed about when it comes to filling up his mate with come and stuffing him full of hard cock semi-permanently in the process. Every jerk or jolt of Shiro's lower half tugs on the thick knot locking them together so he buries his face in Keith's shoulder, hiding his whimpers and flattened ears there. The hands roaming up his sides are a huge comfort, wanting to be held as pain slowly twists into pleasure. ]

Keith ...

[parakalein]

[ Shiro's working to catch up with him, he realizes with no small amount of amusement and wonder. He's breathing hard, panting like Keith is, lost in the throes of their pleasure and surging forward anyway, animal instinct and profound love threaded into every ardent thrust, every desperate time they cling to each other. It's perfect, it's everything that Keith has ever wanted and loved, and to know that Shiro takes him so eagerly is flattering.

He rumbles a low chuckle at those words, too, kissing those flattened ears and biting softly at them when his beloved mate hides himself in his shoulder. Keith is only too eager to embrace him, to keep him locked in his arms and safe from everyone else, delighted at how he's taking him close. He comes with a low grunt, gritting his teeth when he does, spurting into those tight, soft walls that feel like they'd suffocate the life out of his throbbing cock. He comes in thick spurts, coating his slick insides again and again.

He's full and hard inside of him, his knot bigger, trapping him within, and his hands smooth over the fur of his chest as Keith nudges him upwards, pressing kisses and sweet little licks to his scars, paying special attention to them the way he always had as he finally stills inside him, unable to move. ]

Mmm. I'm trapped. You're just going to have to take every drop of me like a good boy.

[paladads]

Don't I always?

[ Threading his fingers through Keith's long hair in a bid to calm his own nerves down, he closes his eyes under every lick to his scars and nuzzles in when he feels lips brush the mark on his nose. ]

I can feel your heartbeat.

[ Panting as he is to catch his breath, his own thunders in his ears with every spasm around that knot. ]

[parakalein]

Through my dick?

[ Keith teases absently, taking pressing kisses against one of the longer scars after the one on his nose, running his tongue over the scar tissue before he finds himself near one of his nipples. It's inevitable, his mouth closing over it, lightly sucking.

He smiles, hand coming to close around his dick now, rubbing along his ridges playfully. ]

I can feel yours, too. [ He says softly, calming down from his earlier frenzy. ] It's nice.

[paladads]

[ He almost chokes on a laugh. ]

No, the heartbeat in your nose. Yes, Keith, through your dick which is currently splitting me in half.

[ Shiro wraps his arms around him and gives a volatile little wriggle to punish him, biting back his own whimpers. He only stops when Keith fondles his softening dick, reaching down to take his hand and bring it up between them. Too sensitive for that! ]

You feel more than nice, kitten.

[ He could, maybe, doze off like this. Safe and sound and full of his mate, it's the safest place to be. ]

[parakalein]

[ Oh, you naughty boy. He barely chokes back a soft hiss when he feels Shiro wriggle around him, and of course that earns another smack to his flank with the hand that's not around his dick.

Letting his hand be pulled away, he's smirking, curling his hand in his to draw it to his lips, kissing his knuckles in what would have been a courtly gesture if he hadn't been doing all manner of obscene things to him barely minutes earlier. He's looking down at his own matted fur now, Shiro's come messing it up, and he feels another warm spurt of come pulsing into his lover. Another, this time long and more copious than the last, his knot the only thing keeping it inside him.

Fondly, he murmurs. ]

You should rest, puppy. You've had quite the day, haven't you? All that wild rutting with the other me before I came along...

[paladads]

[ Damn. First the smack that has him tensing up and crying out and then another load of come jolts him to attention as Keith belatedly keeps adding to what he's already stuffed Shiro full of. His head tosses on the floor, all sarcasm slipping away as he grasps onto Keith's arms and rakes down a spine. ]

K-Keith! I'm so full, fuck ... Baby, please!

[ Whatever he's begging for, Shiro has no idea. Only for the spine-melting sensations to ease enough for him to breathe. ]

[parakalein]

Please, what?

[ Keith is purring, pleased with what he's riling up in him. It's lovely, seeing his love so out of control, thrumming and squirming with every spurt of come inside him. He's gasping softly, feeling those fingers raking down his spine.

It makes him jerk inside him, go deeper, spurt again, thick and hot as he floods him, pinning his dick between their writhing bodies. Sorry if it's oversensitive still, darling. He can't help it. He's kissing him to distract him, smiling into the kiss. ]

'm gonna make sure you're stuffed so full, baby. [ He tells him, gently patting that slightly swelled belly. ] See? That's all me, isn't it?

[paladads]

[ The galra half of him isn't surprise to see a slight bulge where his usually flat navel is but Shiro himself is, eyes widening as he trails his own fingers over it. With a groan he hides his face in Keith's shoulder and quakes through every new load of come, thighs weakening as they fall to the bed to frame Keith's body.

It's incredible having his world reduced to one man and the pleasure trapping Shiro in place, unable to worry about Atlas or even the shapeshifting spell when Keith is prowling above and buried deep inside, cooing with a loving tease. Shiro opens his eyes to the sight of a gorgeous galra with fluffy hair and bright yellow eyes, his very own strong, beautiful mate. Clever and kind.

Shiro laps his way up a neck to a scent gland and nestles there, nibbling. ]

I love you.

[parakalein]

You're adorable when you're almost fucked out.

[ Keith chuffs fondly, nuzzling his cheek and kissing the side of his mouth, then fully, drawing it out. Here, they only belong to each other -- they only need the other. Here, Shiro is his world. He's pressing soft and tender kisses to the side of his head.

He's easing his thighs proper, rolling his hips into him as he feels his knot going down, easing so that his seed leaks out, onto his balls, the floor beneath.

His hand gently rubs over his stomach again, delighting in the look on Shiro's face, and kisses his cheek, crooning softly when he feels the nuzzle against his gland. It's intimate and sweet, and Keith has never loved him more. ]

I love you, too. [ He pauses. ] We ordered food, didn't we? They're late.

[paladads]

[ Fucked out? No, no, the world has simply become softer and his senses are completely attuned to everywhere Keith touches him, that's all. Just because the glide of come dripping down the curve of his ass is a thing, that's negligent. Keith is strong and warm and okay, maybe Shiro is a little dreamy as he rubs his big ears against his mate's shoulders and chest, purring happily. Dopily. His claws briefly sink in to hold Keith to him. ]

Don't go.

[ Food? Oh, they ordered some. But it's late, yes, so obviously there is no need for Keith to move away yet. ]

[parakalein]

[ Yes, definitely fucked out. Keith decides that he quite loves this Shiro, too, the sweetly vulnerable and soft side Keith gets to see (and only him, he'll happily shred anyone else unfortunate enough to witness such a sight).

Huffing softly when he hears those soothing, happy purrs, Keith presses kisses to those fluffy ears, delicately tilting to nip at one, then the other, before rubbing them with his free hand to pet and pamper him.

His favourite, dopey boy.

He's nudging Shiro to look up so he can kiss him, licking his lips before he simply rolls over onto his back with a grunt, letting Shiro rest on him and using himself as a proper pillow. He can take him easily; perhaps the smaller one would definitely be crushed, but galran Keith definitely has more to cuddle. ]

Mm. I think I'll starve here with my sleepy puppy.

[paladads]

[ Purrs turn to grumbles as he lifts his head from Keith's shoulder to glance around the room, fur ruffled and hair a mess as he grunts at the sight of everything from floor-level and goes back to cuddling, a long leg winding through Keith's. ]

No starving.

[ But, contrariwise, he definitely isn't allowed to leave his dozy puppy yet so it's fortunate the food hasn't arrived. More often than not Shiro is the one doing the fucking so his body tends to feel the exhaustion of a role change twice as hard, but he loves the aches and how a heat-fogged mind latches onto Keith above all else. It's refreshingly simple, compared to the hectic schedules of their lives. Everything boils down neatly.

He stares at his own fingers where they play on a collar-bone, idly rubbing lilac fur between a thumb and index a few inches away from his nose. ]

You ...

[ His head swims. I love you more than anything. You're everything. I'm nothing without you. Please don't starve, you can have all my burgers when they get here. Shiro huffs. ]

Sweet baby.

[ Drunk on endorphins, still. But as coherent as he can be. ]

[parakalein]

Who's the sweet baby?

[ Keith drawls, amused by his mate's post-coital incoherence and deciding to tease, while reaching up with his free hand to tug the comforter and pillows off the bed so they can get comfortable. The floor might not be ideal, but it'll do in a pinch.

Tugging the comforter over Shiro, lifting his head to slide the pillow under, he goes back to cuddling his magnificently built Shiro, hands trailing over muscle, teasing those rock-solid abs, tugging lightly on his fur and rubbing his belly like one petting an obedient pup. He's gently nipping at his lip, then his jaw, admiring the strong line of it. Shiro has always been traditionally muscular, strong and unyielding, and Keith has always loved how someone like him could be so vulnerable and soft and open, too.

His Shiro is exhausted, as he tends to be whenever Keith fucks him, and then he's worrying at a fluffy ear again, unable to resist some light gnawing just because he can. ]

Are you the sweet baby? You could be.

[ It doesn't make any sense, but whatever. He's tired, too. ]

[paladads]

[ Smiling into the new addition of a pillow, he doesn't open his eyes to send a Look at Keith as he fusses him. It's too much of a risk when Shiro is purring deeply to have his abs petted, snorting as he slowly comes back to a sensible level of consciousness and finds himself locked in place anyway by Keith's attentions.

He reaches around and teases black claws back and forth over the base of a pretty tail, getting his revenge without having to otherwise move. ]

M'gonna eat you up, little kitty.

[ A timely threat as Shiro yawns, jaws parting on leonine fangs before he smacks his lips together and harmlessly smooches Keith's cheek. Or chin. He's moving blind! ]

[parakalein]

Have mercy, puppy.

[ Keith is chuckling when he leans up to lightly touch his jaw, grinning when he feels him kiss his chin, even as he runs light fingers through his hair. They've gone through so much to be here together like this, and there is no mistaking the contented purr that rumbles through him. ]

C'mere, kiss me properly, you magnificent thing. Look at how gorgeous you are.

[ His knot's going down, down, until he's tucked nicely inside of him and he's able to roll his hips, his cock pressing into him intimately before he's moving to ease out of him. ]

[paladads]

[ The sensation of Keith easing out of Shiro's body is met with a gasp against his chest as come slips down Shiro's thighs, forcing him to stay perfectly still at Keith's side from the waist down. Personally of the opinion he's a mess, he kisses Keith anyway and tastes the heat of his mouth with unhurried devotion, tongue curling around a mate to stroke with a languid pace. Next time he intends to draw out their coupling and make Keith cry, see him beg.

He rests their foreheads together as the kiss parts, tucking dark plum-coloured locks behind Keith's ears. For a long moment he just looks at him, drinking down the sight of the man he loves with galra additions, stunning in any universe. ]

What a hot babe.

[ Deadpan, as his eyes sparkle. ]

[parakalein]

What a silly dork.

[ And how much Keith loves him, when he reaches to kiss him again and again, settling beside Shiro and drawing him into his arms again. They're both a mess, to be sure -- but Keith doesn't care. As long as they're together, he doesn't give a shit what they are.

The kiss itself is languid and sensuous, pouring every emotion, every scrap of affection and devotion they hold for each other. His hand finds his, threading their fingers together the way they always have. Leaning against him warmly, feeling more at peace than he remembers, he feels a rumble of a purr and a strange, overwhelming emotion. ]

I've missed you so much, Shiro. [ His mission had taken him away for months -- away from his mate, their son; and his heart aches for the lost time. He frowns, faintly, tracing the tips of his claws down his face. ] You must have been so lonely.

[paladads]

[ Fingers laced and bodies aligned in a heaped cuddle going nowhere fast, he hums and rubs his chin on Keith's shoulder, nosing at the underside of his jaw. He may be the larger of them but there's something incredibly comforting about being held in Keith's arms, something that speaks to him on many levels. ]

I saw you here, in this world, and you were so tiny. Fierce and powerful, but ... I was afraid one of them would hurt you, so I had to keep him safe. The human Shiro needed to be near him, too.

[ Nestling in close, his tail glides up Keith's legs and curls over a hip. ]

I arrived not knowing how to get back, wondering if you were alright. Now that you're here we both have to go home soon, the rifts have to be sealed properly. [ Does he squeeze him tighter? A little. ] And the human, he wants his mate returned intact, unharmed. He's concerned for him. [ By extension, Shiro is anxious to be with his fluffy Keith. ] They can't sense things the same way we do, so now he's the lonely one.

[parakalein]

Tiny -- I was never tiny.

[ Keith chuffs, and somewhere inside him the other him gets defensive, which makes him chuckle just a little. He's listening to him, lips pressed against the crown of his head as he gathers his larger mate in his arms. It's never been a problem holding him; Keith might be smaller, but not by very much. Claws lightly running up and down his spine, pausing only to knead his ass, he contemplates what he intends to say next.

His own tail flicks and swishes, coming back to twine with Shiro's thoughtfully before deciding to slide up and down his thigh. ]

My human, too. [ He says at last, unable to quell the rising distress in his chest that's not of his own making -- no, that's the other him. He's listening to this, and his purring becomes a low whine, his ears flattening against his head. ] He's... he hates knowing his mate is lonely. [ He pauses. ] They're so... hairless and so small. How do they even survive?

[ His musing is cut short by another wave of distress laced with anger, and he grunts softly. He's pressing close, brows knitted. ] I think mine wants to be with the lonely one, more than anything. I don't think he likes me very much. [ He snorts softly. ] Thinks I'm in the way. Blocking his path to his mate.

[paladads]

I remind my human of a darker time when he needed to fight to survive, although he doesn't blame me. Doesn't hate me.

[ Upon hearing the little Keith is upset Shiro raises his head, propping up on an arm. He listens thoughtfully, palm smoothing over his mate's chest in aimless circles to try and support him through those sad emotions bleeding into the bonded souls. ]

... I have an idea to help them.

[ Bearing down over Keith and bumping noses, he closes his eyes. ]

Let your mind go blank and invite them in, let them take control. Mine wants to kiss yours so badly to reassure him ...

[ He can feel the human's thoughts growing stronger with a swell of emotion that raises his flesh hand to Keith's cheek, thumb brushing gently over a scar. ]