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parakalein) wrote2018-12-18 11:21 pm
parakalein) wrote2018-12-18 11:21 pm
open post. (sfw + nsfw)
starters. quotes. tflns. prompts.
starters. quotes. tflns. prompts.
[ They steal moments together, the both of them. They fall out of time, in the rare spaces between hours when they are called to duty and everything else that matters comes in second. After all, there isn't much room for other things when it comes to defending the universe; in all its vastness the universe is unforgiving, every battle whittling just a little more out of them and this, this is all they have.
It's enough.
It's enough when Keith slumps onto Shiro's naked chest and feels the thundering of his heart, fresh off a particularly intense orgasm that had made Keith see white, Shiro crying out into the palm of Keith's hand. It's enough that they've found a home in each other, even if it's difficult for the younger man to ever admit. Shiro had never turned him away, and for a moment Keith allows himself simply to feel. Their stomachs are sticky with Shiro's seed, Keith still buried balls-deep inside of him, and he turns his face up wordlessly to seek out a kiss all the same. ]
Been awhile.
[ Is all he manages, romantic as ever. It's been awhile since they were given leeway to be intimate; been awhile since they could properly make love instead of rushed quickies and unsatisfying endings, their minds set on the enemy at the gates instead of each other. Now, Keith fully intends to take advantage of what they've been given, rolling his hips briefly even if he's softened up inside him: one thing about being a teenager -- your libido's off the damn charts, and refractory periods are largely a myth (okay, they're not, but still). ]
It's enough.
It's enough when Keith slumps onto Shiro's naked chest and feels the thundering of his heart, fresh off a particularly intense orgasm that had made Keith see white, Shiro crying out into the palm of Keith's hand. It's enough that they've found a home in each other, even if it's difficult for the younger man to ever admit. Shiro had never turned him away, and for a moment Keith allows himself simply to feel. Their stomachs are sticky with Shiro's seed, Keith still buried balls-deep inside of him, and he turns his face up wordlessly to seek out a kiss all the same. ]
Been awhile.
[ Is all he manages, romantic as ever. It's been awhile since they were given leeway to be intimate; been awhile since they could properly make love instead of rushed quickies and unsatisfying endings, their minds set on the enemy at the gates instead of each other. Now, Keith fully intends to take advantage of what they've been given, rolling his hips briefly even if he's softened up inside him: one thing about being a teenager -- your libido's off the damn charts, and refractory periods are largely a myth (okay, they're not, but still). ]
[ 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?
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.
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?
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'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.
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.
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. ]
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 --
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 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. ]
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. ]
[ It's something to do with the reality rift the Atlas slammed into mid-wormhole, that's what the mess boils down to as far as Shiro understands. Sam, Matt and Pidge explain it in Laymen's as so: "realities collided, we're going to have to untangle the threads before we can separate", which is how the ship gets stuck in space with a million weird things going on at once. Pidge has a twin male gremlin-thing following her around (Shiro's sure it's from the universe where that awful TV show is real), Slav has Sven for company, and the crew is experiencing a lot of doubles of themselves. The more violent encounters from visitors across the universe have been confined to the brig for now, meaning the incident has calmed down and people are growing accustomed to the oddities for as long as it takes their geniuses to fix it.
Shiro, being in the middle of the bridge when the spacetime collision occurred, was hit with the strangest alternate-reality of all, the blast strong enough to knock him out. When he woke up ...
He was galra.
Is, for the time being. It freaks him out initially to be over seven-feet tall and the owner of a tail that swats wildly, his Altean arm swapped for an approximation of his old galran one, literally twice the size of the tallest and broadest human aboard. So, apparently in the reality that smacked Shiro on his ass, the Alteans are evil and the Galra are the good guys ... or something like that, as he explains it to his friends. He can feel the Other Shiro somewhere beneath the surface, blended into his mind like the clone. Still, he carries out his duties and everyone gets on with the job of reshaping reality back to normal, leaving him some time to stop panicking in the privacy of his own cabin.
He bangs his forehead on the door on the way in, overlarge ears lowering reflexively in pain. ]
Ouch ...
[ Sitting on his couch, he slumps and inspects his fingers both metal and flesh, plum-dark fur scattered over his wrists where it leads under the Marmoran uniform that transmuted from his captain's clothes. He supposes he should be grateful the other universe's Shiro wears anything, some of the crew weren't so lucky.
That's where he hides, answering his pad in the secluded quiet. ]
Shiro, being in the middle of the bridge when the spacetime collision occurred, was hit with the strangest alternate-reality of all, the blast strong enough to knock him out. When he woke up ...
He was galra.
Is, for the time being. It freaks him out initially to be over seven-feet tall and the owner of a tail that swats wildly, his Altean arm swapped for an approximation of his old galran one, literally twice the size of the tallest and broadest human aboard. So, apparently in the reality that smacked Shiro on his ass, the Alteans are evil and the Galra are the good guys ... or something like that, as he explains it to his friends. He can feel the Other Shiro somewhere beneath the surface, blended into his mind like the clone. Still, he carries out his duties and everyone gets on with the job of reshaping reality back to normal, leaving him some time to stop panicking in the privacy of his own cabin.
He bangs his forehead on the door on the way in, overlarge ears lowering reflexively in pain. ]
Ouch ...
[ Sitting on his couch, he slumps and inspects his fingers both metal and flesh, plum-dark fur scattered over his wrists where it leads under the Marmoran uniform that transmuted from his captain's clothes. He supposes he should be grateful the other universe's Shiro wears anything, some of the crew weren't so lucky.
That's where he hides, answering his pad in the secluded quiet. ]
[ This whole thing is complete, utter madness.
Keith is no stranger to the craziness that sometimes happens whenever they venture into strange territory, but there are times when shit gets way too weird to do anything but just go along and find a way to end it, as soon as possible. Now is one of those times -- Keith is spared a headache in terms of his own doppelgangers/counterparts (he doesn't actually have one, which is troubling in itself, but that's for the other reality to deal with), but he and Shiro have been busy working with Pidge and the others to figure out a solution to the problem, and fast. He can't have their usual operations disrupted for long; what if trouble comes knocking?
And speaking of knocking, Keith immediately notices a glaring absence: Shiro's excused himself from the rest of them. While his older lover's unexpectedly startling appearance as a Galra had come as a shock, as did the character alignment of the species in general, Keith's more or less accepted it -- it's easier to process it when you know that it's most likely temporary, but it's obvious to Keith, in the glimpses he'd caught of him during the heat of discussion, that Shiro's not taking it well.
Not that Keith can blame him, honestly. It's a huge leap from human to Galra, and while Keith, oddly enough, finds the Galra version of Shiro very comely and attractive, he's certain the man has other ideas -- a theory cemented by his retreat to his quarters, most likely.
And so Keith goes to find him, scant minutes after Shiro retreats, because there's no way in hell he's going to leave him to his own devices, not when he's clearly distressed. Hell, the tail must be A Lot to deal with; Keith's been accidentally swatted with that thing so many times, he'd lost count.
Keying in the code (after all, on some occasions his quarters are Keith's, too; they're still trying out the Keith-and-Shiro-living-together-thing), he steps in when the door slides open, padding in quietly, his voice laced with unmistakable concern. ]
Shiro? What's wrong?
Keith is no stranger to the craziness that sometimes happens whenever they venture into strange territory, but there are times when shit gets way too weird to do anything but just go along and find a way to end it, as soon as possible. Now is one of those times -- Keith is spared a headache in terms of his own doppelgangers/counterparts (he doesn't actually have one, which is troubling in itself, but that's for the other reality to deal with), but he and Shiro have been busy working with Pidge and the others to figure out a solution to the problem, and fast. He can't have their usual operations disrupted for long; what if trouble comes knocking?
And speaking of knocking, Keith immediately notices a glaring absence: Shiro's excused himself from the rest of them. While his older lover's unexpectedly startling appearance as a Galra had come as a shock, as did the character alignment of the species in general, Keith's more or less accepted it -- it's easier to process it when you know that it's most likely temporary, but it's obvious to Keith, in the glimpses he'd caught of him during the heat of discussion, that Shiro's not taking it well.
Not that Keith can blame him, honestly. It's a huge leap from human to Galra, and while Keith, oddly enough, finds the Galra version of Shiro very comely and attractive, he's certain the man has other ideas -- a theory cemented by his retreat to his quarters, most likely.
And so Keith goes to find him, scant minutes after Shiro retreats, because there's no way in hell he's going to leave him to his own devices, not when he's clearly distressed. Hell, the tail must be A Lot to deal with; Keith's been accidentally swatted with that thing so many times, he'd lost count.
Keying in the code (after all, on some occasions his quarters are Keith's, too; they're still trying out the Keith-and-Shiro-living-together-thing), he steps in when the door slides open, padding in quietly, his voice laced with unmistakable concern. ]
Shiro? What's wrong?
[ The thing is, he's not so certain he's unfamiliar with the way his hindbrain now lights up around Keith. It's a much stronger, more visceral reaction than the usual butterflies or aroused longing, now amped up by a stronger sense of smell that lets him know Mate is close. It's been a little too distracting all day. How do the galra get anything done?
His tail immediately sweeps back and forth happily on the floor as he sits up from his pad, leaning forward with a perked interest that extends to his ears. ]
Keith, hey. I'm tired of banging my head on the doorways, it's easier to work in here. That's all.
[ It's not, but. He reaches out, hoping he isn't too intimidating as he invites his boyfriend closer. ]
How are you doing?
His tail immediately sweeps back and forth happily on the floor as he sits up from his pad, leaning forward with a perked interest that extends to his ears. ]
Keith, hey. I'm tired of banging my head on the doorways, it's easier to work in here. That's all.
[ It's not, but. He reaches out, hoping he isn't too intimidating as he invites his boyfriend closer. ]
How are you doing?
[ Yeah, he's not buying what you're selling, buddy. ]
I can think of at least five places outside that would accommodate you better than your room.
[ Keith comments, quietly concerned even though he doesn't miss the way those fluffy ears perk -- honestly, if you ask Keith, he's quite fond of those ears and Shiro's new appearance. Somehow, it suits him even more, and the thought of it makes something warm stir in the pit of his stomach.
He doesn't push, instead drawing close, his fingers curling around Shiro's outstretched ones, musing at how they're even larger now. He's stepping into his space, reaching out to gently scratch the back of Shiro's cute, furry ear with his free hand, eyeing his tail. ]
Looks like someone's happy to see me? I'm fine; more worried about you.
I can think of at least five places outside that would accommodate you better than your room.
[ Keith comments, quietly concerned even though he doesn't miss the way those fluffy ears perk -- honestly, if you ask Keith, he's quite fond of those ears and Shiro's new appearance. Somehow, it suits him even more, and the thought of it makes something warm stir in the pit of his stomach.
He doesn't push, instead drawing close, his fingers curling around Shiro's outstretched ones, musing at how they're even larger now. He's stepping into his space, reaching out to gently scratch the back of Shiro's cute, furry ear with his free hand, eyeing his tail. ]
Looks like someone's happy to see me? I'm fine; more worried about you.
[ Called out on his shit in .5 seconds, should've known. Gentle with the hand in his (so much smaller now, it's wild to get used to), he buries his face in the curve of Keith's neck and hums happily when his ears are scritched, chuckling at how it feels to be treated like Kosmo. Too blessed by the fingers in his fur to deny he likes being petted, his tail swirls on the floor. ]
I thought I'd give everyone some space ... from me. Just in case. This is a lot to deal with even on a purely visual level. [ Unthinkingly, he licks over Keith's neck in a gesture of comfort and then freezes, stiffening. ] Sorry, that ... sure did just happen.
I thought I'd give everyone some space ... from me. Just in case. This is a lot to deal with even on a purely visual level. [ Unthinkingly, he licks over Keith's neck in a gesture of comfort and then freezes, stiffening. ] Sorry, that ... sure did just happen.
[ Oh. Oh -- was that seriously just a lick? Did he just lick him? It isn't that Keith is unused to that; during sex, all bets are definitely off, but this isn't just sex (yet, his animal hindbrain supplies hopefully), and he's pretty sure that's the whole galra instinct kicking in.
God, it's kind of sexy. ]
It's a lot to deal with. [ Keith agrees, because nothing can be gained by dismissing Shiro's concerns. Hell, Shiro got even bigger, and now Keith's practically dwarfed by him -- a lesser man would develop issues. Keith, however, is fascinated. ] But the team doesn't mind, you know that. You're still Shiro. Just... bigger.
[ And more purple, and furrier. Speaking of furrier, he's scritching behind his ears again, having realised how it makes Shiro happy -- and right now, he clearly needs all the happiness-inducing scritches he can get. He pauses, then offers up a tentative: ] I kinda like it.
God, it's kind of sexy. ]
It's a lot to deal with. [ Keith agrees, because nothing can be gained by dismissing Shiro's concerns. Hell, Shiro got even bigger, and now Keith's practically dwarfed by him -- a lesser man would develop issues. Keith, however, is fascinated. ] But the team doesn't mind, you know that. You're still Shiro. Just... bigger.
[ And more purple, and furrier. Speaking of furrier, he's scritching behind his ears again, having realised how it makes Shiro happy -- and right now, he clearly needs all the happiness-inducing scritches he can get. He pauses, then offers up a tentative: ] I kinda like it.
[ He can feel a purr in the back of his throat and clears it, not wanting to be a cliche who can't control half the galra instincts that Kolivan and Krolia clearly do without a second thought. Shiro chuckles, tilting his head into the scritching. ]
You kinda like me being a giant purple cat-man? Noted.
[ His hands easily curl around Keith's waist and there's a twinkle in Shiro's eye: he lifts him with ease just for that sweet comment, depositing Keith on his lap as the couch strains under a sprawled galra as Shiro drops back. ]
Still like it?
You kinda like me being a giant purple cat-man? Noted.
[ His hands easily curl around Keith's waist and there's a twinkle in Shiro's eye: he lifts him with ease just for that sweet comment, depositing Keith on his lap as the couch strains under a sprawled galra as Shiro drops back. ]
Still like it?
Hey, I'm partly a giant purple cat man.
[ Keith protests, but he can sense it when Shiro's holding himself back -- the man's not as opaque as he likes to be -- or maybe it's just that Keith is so very attuned to him. What he doesn't expect, however, is to be practically lifted in those massive hands, and set right on his lap and oh, god he is large.
Shiro's got bigger in just about every way. Those hands, spanning all of his waist; how he has to tilts his head up to look at him better, his arms coming to lock around his neck. Settling on his lap and taking in every remarkable physical change, he looks down at him in wonder, trying to get used to how he feels under him now.
Keith feels... smaller, and that sets off a primal, instinctive pleasure deep down in his chest that makes his eyes darken, flickering with purple. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I do. I like you.
[ He admits, wonders if he's a fucking size queen after all, but his hand comes down to cup his chin as he kisses the side of his mouth, then fully. ]
Kiss me?
[ Keith protests, but he can sense it when Shiro's holding himself back -- the man's not as opaque as he likes to be -- or maybe it's just that Keith is so very attuned to him. What he doesn't expect, however, is to be practically lifted in those massive hands, and set right on his lap and oh, god he is large.
Shiro's got bigger in just about every way. Those hands, spanning all of his waist; how he has to tilts his head up to look at him better, his arms coming to lock around his neck. Settling on his lap and taking in every remarkable physical change, he looks down at him in wonder, trying to get used to how he feels under him now.
Keith feels... smaller, and that sets off a primal, instinctive pleasure deep down in his chest that makes his eyes darken, flickering with purple. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I do. I like you.
[ He admits, wonders if he's a fucking size queen after all, but his hand comes down to cup his chin as he kisses the side of his mouth, then fully. ]
Kiss me?
Enjoying yourself up there?
[ The size difference is ridiculous, really. He can fit Keith in his lap with room to spare when ordinarily Keith isn't so much smaller than Shiro, the difference is astonishing and draws his attention with the same wonder. He returns the kiss lightly, stilling when Keith asks for more.
Shiro's brow creases in a concerned frown. ]
I have these ... fangs, Keith. I don't want to hurt you.
[ The size difference is ridiculous, really. He can fit Keith in his lap with room to spare when ordinarily Keith isn't so much smaller than Shiro, the difference is astonishing and draws his attention with the same wonder. He returns the kiss lightly, stilling when Keith asks for more.
Shiro's brow creases in a concerned frown. ]
I have these ... fangs, Keith. I don't want to hurt you.
I'm tougher than I look.
[ Shiro handles him like glass now, and for good reason. Galra are stronger, tougher, more hardy, but Keith is Keith and he's not letting that get in the way when it comes to alleviating his fears and accepting him as he is, which includes the whole "making love to him no matter what he looks like" clause that Keith will gladly follow.
Besides, seeing him like this sends a tickle of arousal right down south, a hand coming to cup the back of his neck and jeez, when did it get so thick (yeah he knows when). He's leaning down to dot the side of his mouth with kisses, nipping at his bottom lip, coaxing him to part them. ]
And I'll prove it to you, too.
[ Shiro handles him like glass now, and for good reason. Galra are stronger, tougher, more hardy, but Keith is Keith and he's not letting that get in the way when it comes to alleviating his fears and accepting him as he is, which includes the whole "making love to him no matter what he looks like" clause that Keith will gladly follow.
Besides, seeing him like this sends a tickle of arousal right down south, a hand coming to cup the back of his neck and jeez, when did it get so thick (yeah he knows when). He's leaning down to dot the side of his mouth with kisses, nipping at his bottom lip, coaxing him to part them. ]
And I'll prove it to you, too.
You say that now before I bite your tongue off.
[ Grumbling, he nevertheless turns into the kisses and licks across the seam of his lips to be entry, giving Keith what he wants because of course he does; Shiro wants it too. Their intimacy that crosses any barrier, it help him feel less like he got struck with the galra stick and more like himself. If he can just remember about those fangs, he should be good ...
Kissing Keith is all he wants to do after a stressful morning like this one. That helps too. ]
[ Grumbling, he nevertheless turns into the kisses and licks across the seam of his lips to be entry, giving Keith what he wants because of course he does; Shiro wants it too. Their intimacy that crosses any barrier, it help him feel less like he got struck with the galra stick and more like himself. If he can just remember about those fangs, he should be good ...
Kissing Keith is all he wants to do after a stressful morning like this one. That helps too. ]
You'll be fine. I'll make sure of it.
[ Keith tells him softly, because there is no scenario where Shiro gets hurt, no scenario where it doesn't turn out well for him eventually, not if Keith has anything to say about it.
He's running his fingers through his hair now, before he drops light kisses over his fangs as if he's not in danger of being broken in half if Shiro forgets himself.
Warmly affectionate, he's sliding a hand down his chest, resting over his heart. ]
Look at you. You got even bigger.
[ He muses, before those hands stray and is tugging his shirt up, his eyes full of warmth and wonder. ] Take this off, I wanna look at you. How's the chest hair situation?
[ Keith tells him softly, because there is no scenario where Shiro gets hurt, no scenario where it doesn't turn out well for him eventually, not if Keith has anything to say about it.
He's running his fingers through his hair now, before he drops light kisses over his fangs as if he's not in danger of being broken in half if Shiro forgets himself.
Warmly affectionate, he's sliding a hand down his chest, resting over his heart. ]
Look at you. You got even bigger.
[ He muses, before those hands stray and is tugging his shirt up, his eyes full of warmth and wonder. ] Take this off, I wanna look at you. How's the chest hair situation?
[ He squarks as his shirt is toyed with, affecting a ruffled blush that turns into a snort and a pat on Keith's ass (which his hand spans, oh). ]
Bad enough for Lance to move you up to 'Furry' status at last.
[ Shiro obliges however and the shirt is tossed aside, leaving one lightly furred galra there for Keith's roving eyes to examine, a few scars leaving their mark across the downy fuzz. The arm of the other Shiro is more animalistic than the prosthetic he had, black metal with clawed fingertips, the oddity of having it attached again is still one he's working through. ]
Bad enough for Lance to move you up to 'Furry' status at last.
[ Shiro obliges however and the shirt is tossed aside, leaving one lightly furred galra there for Keith's roving eyes to examine, a few scars leaving their mark across the downy fuzz. The arm of the other Shiro is more animalistic than the prosthetic he had, black metal with clawed fingertips, the oddity of having it attached again is still one he's working through. ]
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