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[ shiro can't remember the last time he was content to lose track of where he was. to fall back into bed with warm hands in his and a warmer mouth trailing bruising kisses over his lips, his throat, down his belly and thighs. he can't remember when a hand on his head meant something more tender than a thrashing, instead fingers and a palm denoting a rhythm with his mouth full of cock and head bracketed by keith's warm thighs. he'd fucked his mouth and then he'd fucked him, both filling shiro with a bliss he can't seem to find the ladder down from.

which is fine by him. he doesn't want to come down just yet. instead he lies, breathing heavily from the release, mouth brushing keith's fingers with faint kisses as he gathers him to his chest, still feeling him pressed up close inside of him - hot and damp and soft.

the moment keith rolls his hips, shiro's muscles flutter around him, a soft keening sound falling past his lips as he aims to kiss him soundly, fingers kneading into the flesh of his back. ]

I can tell... been dreaming about this for a while. [ a half laugh, obscured by finally making his mark on keith's mouth with a full kiss that is hot with spend and skin. he shifts a little bit, squirms his hips slightly from where he's seated right on keith's cock and laughs.

it tapers off and he slides a hand up, fingers through keith's hair as he can't stop looking at his damn lips... ] Waiting for another ride?

[ Shiro's laughter is such a lovely sound, when was the last time Keith heard it so unguarded and tender? Keith feels like how Shiro sounds, and it should be terrifying -- it was, in their first days and months together, when Keith struggled with so much, lost if not for Shiro, who led the way back again.

The older man could very well be his true north, the one person who saw potential in him, who let him into his heart and here, right here is what Keith himself had dreamed of, too. Pressing himself into that wet, hot mouth, sliding right home into the familiar tight clutch of his body, knowing that Shiro belongs to him. That he's the one who could make the man's body sing, coming alive under his hands and mouth.

He gasps softly when he feels those tight muscles flutter around him -- hell, no matter how many times he's done it with Shiro, he's never really been prepared for how good sex feels. He's kissing him back now, heady with pleasure as he licks into his mouth, their tongues tangling. It tapers off too soon, and Keith, ever the firebrand, grasps his chin and tugs him in for another kiss. ]

Didn't say you could stop.

[ Then, softer. ] Tell me what you've dreamed of.

[ it's rare - this feeling of being safe. shiro uses his spine like a shield, coils tightly around those he cares about. he's a backbone, a bleeding heart, a protector above all else. but tonight he feels the opposite. he's soft, able to roll back and show his tender underside to fingers that press just hard enough and a mouth that kisses his anxieties silent.

keith is raw potential - he's bravery wrapped up fast in an unpredictable package that always throws shiro off his step and he likes it. the fingers around his wrists when they catch time in the hallway with one another, the driving sensation of being pushed down into, of covered so completely he feels protected just as well...

it's a lot.

he feels a lot.

just like this moment when keith is kissing him back, tongue lathing against his and teeth clicking together messily as they part and shiro feels his chin dragged forward, half a warning for daring to stop their kiss. but god he likes it, threading fingers through keith's loose dark hair and shouldering into him enough that he can press him down onto his back. keith slides out from him slick and wet with lube and spend and shiro straddles his hips. he's crouched over him, muscle and metal and scar tissue, their noses barely touching. his cock between his thighs, though soft, presses hot against keith's belly as he sits back and reaches to reposition keith just barely back inside of him - the head of him gliding along the seam of his cheeks. ]

Gonna have to get it back up again to find out. [ there's a faintly playful note in his voice - just another fleeting thing that shiro rarely deigns to show to most. it feels good, like something in his heart is opening, peeling back little by little after having been encased in hard chitin for so long. ] Can you do that?

Edited 2018-12-24 13:05 (UTC)

[ this is always shiro's problem -- he runs himself ragged protecting the ones he loves, but who protects him? it's a question keith has answered since the moment he'd met him and understood just what kind of a person he is. shiro gives; he gives and gives, possessing the rare ability to make people want to be better for his sake, and keith, of course, had been one of them. shiro hadn't given up on him when everyone else had, shiro had made him feel like someone worth looking at, someone worth holding on to, and for shiro, keith would give everything, endure anything.

he's the one to protecting him now, holding him and guarding his heart with his own, loving him recklessly, passionately, because it's the only thing he knows how to do. it should be difficult for someone as prickly as keith, with so many hangups that it's not surprising nobody wants to get close, but with shiro, so many things come easy.

he's looking up at shiro in barefaced wonder, his eyes soft but flaring with the tell-tale purple of his galran heritage, betraying a potent, soul-deep desire and profound emotion. shiro belongs to him, he thinks -- all of this, his broad shoulders, his wide chest, his handsome face and his collection of scars, they all belong to him. he exhales a shiver as his cock lines up between his cheeks, his refractory period a fraction of what it once was -- he imagines it's because it's shiro, and his body would remember him anywhere.

he's already half hard as he rubs up against that tight, firm ass, fingers coming to dig into his hip, the other splaying over his scars, smoothing over the raised tissue and the wounds that have long healed over. it makes his heart hurt, knowing that shiro has been through so much, but it makes him so proud of shiro too, that his man is stronger than everything they've thrown at him. ]

Y-yeah, yeah, I can.

[ he murmurs, soft and yearning, nosing along shiro's cheek, loving that playful note and knowing that it, too, belongs to him. his hand slides down his chest, and he pinches a nipple playfully, unable to stop a smile from tugging at his mouth. ]

Can you feel that -- all it took was me thinking about you. And how good you felt around me.

[ he can definitely feel it and just that alone sends a shiver of latent delight trailing up and down his spine quickly. he spreads his thighs a little more, reaching one flesh and blood hand back to help keith back inside of him, feeling how he fills him. there's a sigh there of appreciation, gratitude for how keith tends to him. he uses his other palm to press down against keith's chest, the metal skin-warmed and splayed over tenderly.

there's a weight to all of it however, the posturing and positioning, as if just because keith is fucking him doesn't mean he's not in control this time. his entire body is still humming from how thoroughly fucked he'd been before, but now it's coming back for a second wind - hunger thrilling along his veins and pumping through his blood as he pins keith down.

the fingertips coming up to graze and then pinch at his chest however has him keening just a little bit, lip caught in his teeth to stifle the sound as he bottoms out against his cock and settles in with an almost petulant snap of his hips. and then another for good measure before he begins to roll his hips at an agonizingly slow pace that lets him feel every bit of keith getting hard for him. ]

Don't worry, I can feel all of it... [ a breath as he digs his knees in a little more, leans over keith and stretches the hand on his chest up to thumb at his collarbone. his eye lock onto his. ] Every inch... feels so good inside of me. [ a hitch of breath as he comes back down and grinds hard on him. barely uttering it, keith might even have to strain to hear. ] You always take such good care of me.

[ keith catches that shiver, delighted by his reaction -- he can watch this all day, his shiro taking his cock, sliding down on his shaft with the same intensity reserved for a challenging but potentially rewarding mission. shiro wears his heart on his sleeve always, and what a big heart he has, too, even if he works and thinks like a general.

his breath catches when shiro bottoms out, and suddenly keith can barely focus on anything else but this, the clutch of him around his plumping cock, the swell of affection that keith can barely hold back. his heart is soaring when they fit right back again, shiro's love filling the cracks and crevices of his heart. he had never thought that he would have something as precious as this, that shiro would come along and put his heart in his hands and keith would offer up his own just to protect it and keep it safe.

he lets himself be pinned down, gasping when he rolls his hips and oh he can feel himself inside him, how the fit is tighter and he swears shiro could feel the pounding of his heart through his cock. his fingers search his out, threading together with his flesh and blood one. he brings it up steadily to press a kiss to rough knuckles, gaze dark but full of promise. ]

I'll always take care of you.

[ his words are pitched low, sealed with a sharp upwards jerk of his hips and a whisper of his name. he would hear it, he would hear him anywhere, even if his words are a whisper in the wind. ] Shiro, I'm yours.

[ just those words alone are enough to get shiro leaning in to kiss him hard on the mouth, stifling the last syllable. the kiss on his knuckles makes his entire hand tingle, and he eases down to press fully against keith, his cock slipping from him as he moves, but striking home again with careful adjustment. shiro breathes out softly against his mouth, kisses him with fingers tangled in his hair now and body melting into his.

there's a soft plea against his mouth, shaped out in one gasp and then another. ] Stay, [ he says - stay inside? stay with him here? doesn't matter the context, he thinks, as he fucks himself down on keith's cock, slides against his body with the leaking pre of his own dick and the sweat shared between them anew.

shiro says it, but will never say why. he dreams about keith going far away - he's the kind of person who'd go wherever destiny might take him as abstract a concept as it is. he's a distant star that shiro's only been as lucky to touch and hold in his hands. one day, he's fairly certain keith is going to burn him up.

but he's still determined to hold onto him anyways. ]

[ keith will never let go of shiro, no matter what -- that option is unthinkable, unacceptable -- to give him up would be to give him a core part of himself, and all of his heart. keith clings on to him tighter than anything he's ever known, because before he's realised it he's been deeply, shamelessly in love with him.

he's addicted to this man, to the heat of his kisses, the way shiro makes him feel like he's at the center of his universe. he feels himself pressed down and welcomes every ounce of it, every shred of his strength in their coupling. he wants to be touched, wants shiro to show him the deepest parts of himself, because this is more than just sex, more than something they could walk away from. shiro whispers a ragged stay, and keith knows why he asks.

keith leaves -- he always does, when there's nothing anchoring him down, when shiro isn't anchoring him down, working as his true north, his guiding light. shiro is home, and he cries out softly when he feels the tight heat of shiro's body closing around him, his other hand sliding possessively down to his thick, large cock, stroking him, hand curling over his balls. ]

I won't leave you.

[ he promises, whispering his oath against his lips as he steals another kiss, and another. how could shiro ever think he would leave his side, that he would willingly peel himself away from the man who has his heart, his love, his enduring loyalty? ] Not you... I'll never --

[ the hand that slides around him wrings as tight and high gasp from him, a sigh following shortly after, relief maybe as he begs to be touched. every snap of his hips forward drives into keith's warm palm, and each press backwards bottoms him out once more. he bites his lip, working himself between both sensations, drinking in those words that shiro knows aren't true.

keith will leave him again and again. he'll come back, but he'll leave. he's a tide coming in and out and shiro can't chase him past the foam or else the riptide will pull him under, kicking legs and flailing arms, hammering heart.

he fucks himself harder between the kisses, sounds slipping out as he reaches up both hands to keep them close. each kiss becomes more starved than the last as shiro tightens around keith once more and his flaccid cock becomes harder and harder with each stroke, with every thought of keith here with him now. keith here with him in the morning, or whatever constitutes as morning in the castle - faint blue glow lighting up the side of his unfurrowed, sleeping face.

he whimpers in keith's hold, jerking up eagerly into it. ] More... [ another whisper against his mouth, ] Please, Keith... more, faster...

[ keith frowns, just a touch -- there is no relief shiro finds in his words, and he's learned how to read him, how to make sense of every little tic, every furrow of his brow. it's not pleasure that overtakes his better senses, and keith sits up, pressing his body to his, a hand sliding up to his back as he keeps his cock pinned between them.

he's jerking upwards in a smooth, thorough slide, fucking him hard and meeting him halfway, hand splayed possessively over his spine as if he could protect shiro from whatever thoughts are assailing him, whatever it is that drives him onwards. he's licking into his mouth shamelessly, ravaging him and exploring, as if he could will his words into him that way. they're close, desperate, and keith is rubbing at the slit of his thickening cock, sliding up and down his shaft to encourage him onwards. breathless, panting, he goes faster, harder, the lewd slap of his balls against that firm ass punctuating shiro's sweet begging.

he'll give it to him however he wants it, however he needs it, and right now he knows his older lover needs it hard. he stops now, sliding from his back to squeeze at his ass. ]

Off.

[ he commands, eyes dark and words firm. ] On your hands and knees.

[ if he can't soothe shiro with words, then he'll give him everything else that he needs. ]

[ shiro is somewhere on cloud nine when keith speaks to him, and it's hazy-sounding at first. he can make out the words, however, already getting up on his knees to pull from his cock. the feeling of it leaves him and he almost wants to beg to come back to finish fucking himself like this - but keith's eyes are dark and they're determined, and shiro's heart races at the thought. so hands and knees it is, slowly and carefully. thighs spread and palms brace and suddenly he feels more vulnerable than he has in days.

but it's a good kind of vulnerable - the only one allowed to see him like this is keith, fingers clutching the sheets and back arching a little - maybe for show because he wants him, wants him to know that he's ready for him and open and willing to give all he has.

he looks over his shoulder, leaning down on one arm so that he can lift his hips just a little higher, like an offering. ]

Come here, [ he says, hoarse. he's seldom wanted much in his life but this? god he wants this more than anything else. ] Come back here.

[ like he's been gone for more than a few seconds. ]

I'm here. I'm here, I promise.

[ Keith tells him, acutely aware of how desperately Shiro needs to be assured of his presence, that he wouldn't slip through his fingers like silver smoke, like a fevered figment of his imagination. He's eagerly coming up behind him, admiring that tight, firm ass and just how meaty-muscular he is.

Shiro is as perfect as they come, thick and strong and built like a brick shithouse but still so soft, so silently in need of someone to look out for him, to protect him, to guard his heart with his own. Keith admires his fill of him, hands coming to smooth down muscular thighs, reaching around to close his fingers around the base of his cock, stroking smoothly and pumping at his dick, thumbing the slit and playing with him.

He's lining himself up now, sliding his cock back into him with a soft, rattling sound. Bottoming out balls deep inside him, feeling out the new angle, he's leaning over him to nip at his shoulder, sucking a shameless lovebite right there.

He takes what Shiro offers, pressing up and into him intimately even if he's smaller, proud and warmed by how much Shiro needs him. ]

I'm the only one that belongs inside you. God, Shiro, you're so fucking beautiful--

[ the minute keith presses into him he lets out a keening moan, something long and hungry, fingers digging into the sheets and keith strokes him. for all the strength he bears, his thighs tremble with desire, feeling the warmth of keith buried balls deep inside of him. he spreads his thighs just a little more, as if there's more of keith to take in, shifting his hips to feel just how deep keith has him pinned on his cock.

a breath, reaching up with his warm hand and sliding fingers through the hair at the nape of keith's neck, keeping him low as he begins to move against him, a slow and rolling thing to get started. ]

Feels so good inside - fuck, Keith... [ worked out between breaths as he squeezes fingers into his hair, his neck ] You're the only one I want inside me, okay? [ turning back as much as he can. ] Need you.

You want it hard, baby? Want it rough?

[ pinned there like that, keith has limited options, but he doesn't care -- it's more intimate, more loving. right now, it's all about what shiro wants, because keith is getting off on giving him what he needs, making him moan and stirring his hunger. he can't actually see what he's doing from this vantage point, but he doesn't need to.

he knows shiro is enjoying this, he can feel that tremble all the way to his bones as he embraces him, rolling his hips as he presses up into him anew, shifting the angle just a little to see if he can make him whine again. he's drawing his hips out as far as he can, before jerking into him in a long thrust, almost out and all the way in, the slick, wet sound of him bottoming out again making his own toes curl. ]

You have me. You have -- all of me. [ he breathes in his ear, biting at it and licking over the mark he's left. his arm comes to wrap around his waist, seeking out his cock between thick, muscular thighs. ]

Oh, you're hard for me already.

[ the adjustment of position gets that same noise out of him, a choked off whimper as he feels keith bury himself into him. he tries to muffle each noise as it comes out, a habit from ages of stifling noises from pain over the nights after lengthy fights in the arena during his captivity. his fingers tighten in the sheets, the one at keith's neck now lowered to bear down against the bed, to angle himself for the perfect strike. ]

Thank you, [ he whispers softly. ] That's all I want, you're everything I...

[ the fingers finding their way around his cock only bring it to further attention, dripping with pre, heavy in the familiar palm. he sighs out in relief, grinding his ass back against keith's cock as he nods, pushing up into his hand as he fucks himself back and forth eagerly. ] Just you, [ he whispers ] y'know you're all I've needed.

[ his hand comes up, warm palm pressing over the back of keith's on his cock, a touch of skin to skin as intimate as keith fucking him, if not more. ]

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