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[parakalein]

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[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. ]

[parakalein]

So I'm still clearly the firecracker of the both of us.

[ Keith muses, licking the curve of Shiro's jaw absently, grooming him with open affection when he receives comfort. He's adjusting to having another part of him inside, this strangeness shared by all four of them. He's draping an arm over his mate now, leaning back to draw Shiro above him, openly trusting.

Keith's never really been one for things like these, never been the sort to be openly sentimental until Shiro came along and upended everything in the best and worst of ways, and he finds that neither he nor the other Keith ever regrets it. So he does what Shiro asks, yielding whatever he can to the little one, fierce like a firebrand that he is, and he has to quell his own overwhelming desire to maintain control.

He can feel it, his features softening, feel like some part of him is being taken over, and when the other Keith rises to the fore he practically tackles Shiro onto his back. ]

Shiro! Hey -- can you hear me? I-I'm here, I'm back.

[paladads]

[ When his eyes spring open it's in surprise at being pounced but also at the tone of voice, looking at a galra face but hearing his own Keith speaking. Breathless, Shiro cups Keith's cheeks and brings him down for a firm, chaste kiss. ]

Keith! I'm here, it's me — we'll get this fixed and everyone will be okay, I promise. [ His features screw up with concern. ] Are you okay, sweetheart?

[parakalein]

He said you were lonely.

[ Keith says abruptly, because of course he would care far more about Shiro's well-being than his own. It's a bad habit he doesn't intend to break, and he's kissing him back, again and again. ]

Shiro, I'm fine. Mostly. But you're not. [ He's lonely, his Shiro, reminded of that time in the galran arena, and maybe he would be thinking of how solitary it had been, just himself, without Keith... he's cupping his face, leaning down to nip, to deepen the kiss. It's long, long seconds after before he pulls away, searching his eyes carefully. ]

I'll make sure you're okay, too. You're always gonna be okay, babe. I've got your back.

[paladads]

Oh, Keith.

[ The role-reversal of Keith protecting and reassuring Shiro instead of vice-versa is too on the nose for him to be embarrassed about, each kiss insistent and lingering until the one that steals his breath altogether. Shiro sits up (winces in surprise, wow) and wraps an arm around Keith as the other brushes through his hair. ]

I know you do. I ... I shouldn't be focusing on myself, this isn't about me.

[ Being so strong and unwieldy, primed to be a fighting machine; he's still a large man but this body feels like a weapon, the same way his original one did in the ring. It's not, the galra Shiro is beautiful and Shiro hopes he knows that, it's just a combination of things including a fear of losing Keith and having his own memories tampered with so often that being in another new body, outside his second one that he has made his own, makes him feel more lost and alone than he was on the Black Lion's consciousness. ]

They're good people, please don't be angry with ... with your big furry friend.

[ Hah, see? The big Keith. Shiro's fine if he can joke. ]

[parakalein]

[ He's not fine.

Even Keith isn't so sure how he can tell despite Shiro's most spirited attempts to convince him that he's well, but he knows. He makes a soft joke that Keith would've swatted him for, but he only nuzzles him, kissing along his jaw warmly.

He knows Shiro is in distress. Knows that it's just like him to think of others first before himself. Even now, even here, when he seems to be struggling with something Keith can't see, he's still thinking of him. ]

I'm okay. I'm okay. He can live with it.

[ Keith doesn't care for anything else but Shiro, his fingers trailing down his chest and resting over his heart. ]

The important thing here is you. [ He takes a deep breath, and decides to push because Shiro is the one he's focused on with all his heart. ] Is it... the body? I mean. Is it bringing back memories?

[paladads]

[ He places a hand over the one on his heart, rubbing circles with his thumb on Keith's palm as he looks down. How does he word this? It's harder than he thinks it should be. ]

It's a little like being adrift with Black. I miss my own body, that's all ... I'll be alright, Keith, it's been a special experience to connect with you since this happened.

[ None of it is traumatising, it couldn't be with Keith here all the time. It's just stressful. ]

[parakalein]

What can I do to help?

[ He'll be all right means he isn't, right now. It means Shiro is still feeling what the other Shiro says he is because trust the other one to say it as plainly as this one won't.

He's straightening up now, before he's pulling him into his arms with a soft sigh. There are so many ways to read into this; Shiro hasn't had his real body in a long time, and this... ]

I love you.

[ He adds softly, grasping for ways to help, to make it easier for him. ] It was... special for me, too. Like all the times with you were.

[paladads]

[ He doesn't want to voice his worst fears, 'if something goes wrong with the separation', because it sounds too much like Shiro trying to prepare Keith to lead Voltron and that's not a mindset Shiro wants to revisit. He wraps his arms around him and shares a tender kiss, grateful to their counterparts that they have these moments together when it must be equally galling to take a backseat in their own minds.

If he gets his own body back he'll strip off and curl up in bed for a day, just to get his head back in gear. Self-care, Hunk would call it. Shiro would call it habit, having already gotten used to another body once. ]

You're already helping. [ Letting Shiro cling to him, shoulders caved in to try and make his huge form smaller somehow. ] I love you too, Keith.

[parakalein]

[ That's not a mindset Keith wants to revisit, either -- Shiro leaving, Shiro disappearing on him, dying, has featured so often in his dreams and worst fears that Keith actively dislikes even thinking of it, instinctively rejecting the idea with dread coiled in the pit of his stomach.

He's nuzzling into the crown of his head -- he knows Shiro is trying to shrink himself, making himself smaller than he is, and his hands come to smooth over his back, soothing him, wanting to fight his fears, to fight anything just to keep him safe. ]

When this is over... let's just take a day. Just you and me, together.