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[parakalein]

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[parakalein]

No, no. Don't stop that. I like it when you purr.

[ 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 --

[paladads]

[ 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.

In a shaky, soft voice, he confesses, ]

I have no idea what I'm doing, for the record.

[parakalein]

It's okay, I do. Kind of.

[ 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. ]

[paladads]

[ 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. ]

I want to come all over you, Keith.

[parakalein]

[ 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. ]

[paladads]

Everywhere, baby.

[ 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. ]

[parakalein]

[ 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? ]

[paladads]

[ 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.

[parakalein]

Good.

[ 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. ]

[paladads]

[ 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. ]

Say it like it is, why don't you. Don't be shy.

[parakalein]

I can't help it--

[ 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.

[paladads]

[ 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. ]

[parakalein]

God, Shiro, you feel like a tree trunk --

[ 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?

[paladads]

You're so small.

[ 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.

[parakalein]

[ What --

Keith stares, wide-eyed at the revelation that they, the both of them would have a child together. Keith, who has been a runaway prodigy with discipline problems -- mostly the runaway part, who didn't have a family, who started one with Shiro. His counterpart had a family with him and bore him a son.

It explains why the thought of it is a familiar one, welcome, rippling across worlds like the other him is echoing through the void, his bond with his mate mate too strong to break. His eyes glow yellow, faintly, cheeks heated with passion and wonder and a touch of disbelief despite how right it feels in his gut. Of course he would do it, of course Shiro's seed would take in his body, of course he would have a child, a life growing inside him.

But -- there is also a very real fear that he would screw this up, that he wouldn't be a good parent, unable to connect with their offspring, their son. His galran lover scents him, rubs his cheek and ears over it like he's claiming what ought to be inside, and Keith shivers at the weight of it, the meaning. ]

I...

[ He's tongue-tied, writhing under his attentive, rough tongue, startled how Shiro could take all of him into his hot, wet mouth. His hands coming to tangle lovingly in his hair, scratching along his fluffy ears, Keith struggles to gather his thoughts. ]

Our son.

[ He tests the words on his tongue, and something inside him curls in his chest and purrs. ]

You knocked me up and we had a kid.

[ He tries again, and it feels so good he almost laughs after a throaty moan, heels digging into the meat of his shoulders. ] The father of my child.

[ This is all so weird, so new, so right, and he's rolling his hips, admiring the yellow of his eyes, his fangs. Then he says something he will never in a million years say, as if spurred by something else -- someone else, eager to provoke and tantalise, and it's so fucking hot he can't believe he's actually going through with baiting Shiro with it. ]

Are you going to put one in me again right now, my mate?

[paladads]

[ Nuzzles are his anchor to his human side, kisses soft and dappling over a hip as Keith gradually processes what Shiro comes to innately know. That part of him is what locks eyes with Keith where he lies draped and prone on their bed, his mouth sliding lower with a flicker of his long tongue to paint over tight balls and slither to his entrance, nudging the tight rim.

The galran soul inside knows it's being baited but it loves it and a crooning noise vibrates as Shiro opens Keith up on his tongue by way of an answer, fucking him open little by little until the stretch comes naturally, tongue as thick as a human cock but far more prehensile, curling up inside him.

His flesh hand covers Keith's heart, palm splayed on a chest. That's where Shiro's answer will always come from. ]

[parakalein]

I'm --

[ Oh, fuck. Fuck, he knows he's been outclassed by the sheer romanticism of that gesture because every single thought has fled his mind -- and somehow amidst all the filthy things (how how Shiro's monster cock felt lined up against his dick, or how that sinfully good tongue feels against him and makes Keith yearn to make him come just so he could paint him in sticky hot seed), it's the hand on his heart that sweeps him off his feet and makes him fall in love with him all over again.

His Shiro, his sweet, beautiful, wonderful perfect Shiro, and he swallows hard, feeling a stinging behind his eyes. He writhes and pushes down on that incredible, prehensile tail, keening and needy, trying to close his thighs over the onslaught of feelings but there's another sense of urgency that he needs to know, the clench of his chest. ]

Shiro -- Shiro... are you -- will you watch your -- our son grow up? Will you be with the other me?

[ Because Shiro, he doesn't have all that long to live, does he? Keith knows this, wills Shiro to defy the odds, and the thought of it latches on and doesn't let go -- even if it's the other world and lifetime, he doesn't want their son to grow up without him.

He's arching his back, the rest of him pushing down onto that tongue, and gods it has never felt so good, how he opens up to him slowly, tight and unyielding; he's forcing himself to relax, fucked open more and more, his cock dripping even more pre-come at the mind-numbing stimulation. ]

Oh, yes, please -- yes... just like that --

[paladads]

[ The lines between human and galran begin to blur as Keith writhes for them, familiar to both as Shiro eats him out with sloppy enthusiasm that fucks the initial resistance out of his lover and coaxes his tense body to relax atop the endless thrusting splitting him open. Half of Shiro wants to hold Keith's hand and ends up scratching lightly down his chest en route back to a thigh, pushing his legs wider so he has no choice but to be fucked and take it; the other half purrs loudly so that Keith can feel it crawling up along the tongue in his ass, the sensation as much of a Yes, always as the unspoken words.

When Shiro finally raises his head with a sticky chin, grasping for the lube to wet his fingers, he tries to catch Keith's eye and plants a chaste kiss on the side of his knee, rubbing his cheek there with a smile. ]

There isn't a world out there where I'm not yours, Keith.

[parakalein]

No, there isn't.

[ Keith breathlessly agrees -- with all his heart a world where he isn't with Shiro isn't a world worth being in. Who would look out for him, who would guard his heart with his own?

He's crying out again and takes it, takes everything that Shiro gives him because it's all he can do for now. He's turning his head to muffle it into the pillow in case it's loud enough that one of the Paladins or the Atlas crew members come running in. That would be incredibly mortifying, especially when Keith is falling to pieces under Shiro, crying out his name and eager for more.

He's trembling with pleasure, loosening up under him, enthralled by his sticky chin and now he's reaching for the lube. Keith loves how Shiro purrs, and he smiles in turn, gesturing him up. ]

C'mere. Lemme get your cock nice and slippery and ready for me. Lemme touch you again...

[paladads]

[ Chuckling fondly at Keith's thoughtfulness, his memory is sparked and instead of doing as he's told Shiro brushes Keith's legs back to the bed and leans down over his lap, that stiff cock squashed between his pecs and sweat-slick fur softly rubbing at Keith's foreskin when he moves. Shiro plants his palms on the blankets and grinds his chest down as he presses Keith into the central groove, giving Keith the titfuck he had been so keen on earlier. ]

I'm not done taking care of you first, baby.

[parakalein]

Oh, my God --

[ If he dies here, he would have died a very happy man, because his Shiro in his infinite flexibility and kinkiness and the single minded desire to fuck every braincell out of him, has just leaned over so that Keith can reach out and grasp those pecs and pretty much push them together-- okay, they're really all not that different from breasts and Keith loves that -- billowing his dripping cock and he's pretty sure that he just came a little right there, spurting over that fur and making it sticky.

He's jerking up eagerly, sliding up and down that groove, feeling the fluffiness of the fur, how his come is streaking down his chest because of course he's coming and of course he's not letting up -- spurting streaks of sticky sperm and letting ropes of it trickles down his chest.

He's making a mess out of his beloved Shiro and he doesn't care who knows it. ]

Nnngh, so good... you're so good at taking care of me, so good with -- oh...

[ Another dribbling little spurt, and he's reaching down to cup his face, full of love and desire. ]

Look what you made me do. Look how good you made me feel -- I've come all over you --

[paladads]

[ There's something about feeling Keith orgasm right over his heart that Shiro adores, every throb of that spurting cock as Keith comes with faint wails of disbelief has Shiro pressing closer, smearing the mess across his fur to wear it with pride. Keith smells so incredibly good, strong and healthy in ways that make Shiro (every blended mindset occupying his head) want to fuck him full of his own come and watch him take his huge cock until he's crying. A possessive snarl carries him up Keith's body as Shiro latches onto the meat of his neck where it joins a shoulder, biting hard enough to bruise as the heavy weight of his neglected cock presses against Keith's thigh, hot and dripping for him. It's only Shiro's presence of mind for his Keith that holds him back. ]

I'm not coming until I'm inside you, [ fangs make it a rasping promise, claws retracting as he fingers the barely loosened rim of Keith's ass, ] I need you to take me, baby, can you do that? Take my cock for me, no matter how big it is?

[parakalein]

I'll take you, Shiro, God, I swear I'll take you --

[ He's wild in Shiro's arms, bucking and rolling, jerking up between those fuzzy tits and enjoying how his come is streaked and smeared on his broad chest. It's glorious, how he leaves his mark on him. His hands come to cup his face, and Keith marvels warmly at how his hands look smaller than it is because of his sheer size. He takes in the hunger, meeting it with his own as he pushes his ass down on his finger.

He wants to sheath him inside, and Keith knows he's going to need a lot more preparation, but he's willing and eager. He doesn't flag even after his orgasm, and he answers that lovely snarl with an echoing growl of his own, a promise sealed in unspoken but certain terms. It's exhilarating, feeling those fingers inside him and knowing that something much bigger will be sheathed in his body.

Keith grasps Shiro's chin firmly now, forces the man to meet his eyes. ]

The only place your cock belongs in is inside me. Remember that.

[ Only Keith is made for him, only Keith can take him no matter what, and he reaches down to grasp his cock, lube-slick fingers smearing the warm gel onto him. Fuck, he can't even get his hand all the way around and he's lifting his head, baring his throat for him in what is unmistakably submission even if Keith is far from passive. ]

I want you to empty your balls inside me. Watch me take every drop --

[ He's arching up to bite his ear now, worrying the furry lobe with his teeth just because he can. He makes a circle with his lube-slippery fist, urging Shiro to fuck into it. ]

You're so huge, damn...

[paladads]

Only inside you ...

[ The answering growl is a confirmation he feels deep in his bones, as clearly as the hand that tries to encircle his cockhead and just about manages the tip. Shiro pairs the thrusts of his finger (and once Keith can take it, a second too) with the lazy way he fucks Keith's hand, as if they have all the time in the world. Kisses decorate the palm cupping his cheek, affection laced underneath every filthy word and action to keep their bond strong, the trust unbreakable even with the odds against them. They always get each other through.

The bite to his ear has him yowling, just like Keith wanted earlier, but he doesn't break out of it. ]

You're so soft, so tight ... Tell me if it hurts, you have to promise me.

[parakalein]

I can take it. You know I can.

[ So what if it hurts? Keith has probably had worse, and he would do anything to make Shiro happy. He's slipping his thumb between Shiro's lips, toying with his tongue before he's moving up to seek him out for a proper, open-mouthed kiss in order to sooth that yowl, feeling it in his bones.

He gasps and whines as the second finger goes in, remembering that he has to relax, even if the stretch of it is a little more than he's remembered. Yes, he can take this. He can take those thick fingers and that huge cock -- and he's smiling when he nuzzles against him, wanting to hear that comforting purr again. Enjoying how he's fucking his hand, he's pushing at his shoulder lightly, wanting him to roll over so that he can be atop him. ]

On your back, baby. I want to ride you first. I'll be ready for you soon -- maybe a third finger...?