[ Thin, milky sunlight peels through the skylight, closed and secured against the chilly night air. It's too early to be awake even by Shiro's morning work-out standards, so he cuddles closer in behind Keith in their nest of a couch and inhales the sleepy scent in the curve of a neck, dark hair brushed over by dry lips. He licks them and plants dozy damp kisses on smooth skin between a nape and the collar of Keith's nightshirt, hips scooting in to fit Shiro's morning wood snugly in between Keith's cheeks, sweatpants be damned. Hard and hot, even through two layers of cotton.
With a little rearranging of the blankets to ensure they remain warmly buried, that's how Shiro lapses back into a dreamy state, aborted little nudges down below taking the horny edge off his erection, inconstant rubs now and then due to fatigue. His palm slides under Keith's tshirt to rest on his belly, sharing Shiro's bodyheat directly as he listens to the stillness inside their little canalboat, loving every minute that goes by, and he hugs him to his chest to make sure Keith is never cold for a moment. ]
[ funnily enough, keith is actually growing accustomed to pretty much having shiro's dick tucked between his asscheeks -- in fact, it's a welcome presence, having that thick, full shaft nestled there like a promise that makes keith warm every time he thinks about it.
it's an easy intimacy between the both of them, and keith stirs when shiro does, when he's rubbing off and on, lacking a rhythm thanks to the pull of sleep, but as keith inches towards wakefulness he can no longer deny how distracting it is, how they've come so far with each other that this has become their new normal.
he's warm and happy and cosy, and he turns his head to nuzzle his cheek a little, before he makes a decision -- boldly reaching behind him to gently pull the elastic of shiro's pants down, letting that thick, heavy, wonderful cock spring free just because he can.
see, now there's only one layer. which keith very swiftly fixes by clumsily pushing his own down, too, so that he can pretty much let shiro press his dick up against his bare ass. ]
[ When skin meets skin a low rumble presses into Keith's back from Shiro's chest, lips mussing kisses along the nape of his neck. Shiro's hand smooths up and down Keith's front, pinning them together, and his fingers split around the base of Keith's cock to gently stimulate him awake. ]
[ He's practically purring with approval, happily pinned as he gently rocks into his hand, not wholly awake but contented to stay like this. He can feel his dick slowly getting hard, and he's gently nudging Shiro to be able to kiss him. ]
[ Getting to be the one who makes Keith hard is a luxury he takes very seriously, the majority of his focus between Keith's legs as Shiro works him over in steady, slow strokes. He meets the kiss with a smile, loving how mussed and soft Keith is in the morning. ]
[ Being the one pampered by this magnificent man is Keith's luxury, too, and he's slotting in pleasantly against him, breath hitching in soft, appreciating little moans.
He's smiling, dopey and full of love, unfettered in his feelings for Shiro as his hand comes to rest over his. ]
[ Shiro's laugh is hot and quiet where it bathes the bare curve of Keith's neck and he curls his fist around Keith's cock, a flick of wrist rubbing foreskin down so he can play with the sensitive slit, back and forth with the pad of a thumb. ]
[ And sleepy sex, where Keith gets to hold and touch him. He's gently shifting so that Shiro's cock is nestled between his thighs, and he's looking down while squirming, distracted by how good Shiro is making him feel.
Other hand coming to urge him forward, he steals his mouth with his own, drawing him into a sensuous, open-mouthed kiss, morning breath be damned. ]
[ Shiro's pleased noises fill the warm cocoon on the couch that they currently occupy, their own little world of soft touches and wet mouths. The kiss is given freely as Shiro props up on his prosthetic, licking his way into the heat past Keith's lips with a happy hum. The handjob is unhurried, every slide of Shiro's cock nudging up behind a soft sac to give Keith something hard to ride, a faux fuck while they're both still drowsy enough to imagine one, and Shiro's breath comes short when he gasps as a fissure of pleasure melts up his spine, nipping at Keith's plump lower lip. ]
I've got you, Keith, I won't stop. You're so pretty, baby ...
Early in the morning and already with the sweet talk.
[ He's fond and breathless, sliding against him like they've always belonged together, and he's tightening up around him, riding sleekly as he licks into his mouth again, gamely appreciating his adorable little nips.
Keith's reaching back now, digging his nails into that perfect ass, cupping it for himself, and it's not hard to think of what it would be like for Shiro to do as he's promised, splitting him open, pushing that long, thick, wonderful cock inside of him.
Keith, eagerly sheathing him, showing him that he belongs right there. Oh, what a fantasy. ]
[ Shiro's arousal spikes higher when he hears those words, sighing into a hungry kiss as he traps Keith between the sofa and a (ahem) hard place. He nods, teeth grazing along a jawline as his squirming hips start to buckle, increasing the pressure of each grind. ]
Love you, love you so much ...
[ It's difficult to get that across but he does his game best, quickening the pace of his hand working Keith over. Not to make him lose his mind, just enough to be properly stimulating. ]
[ He whines softly, pressing back against him with all eagerness. He's plastered to Shiro's chest, rocking into his hand as he snuggles up against him. He can feel Shiro's cock between his thighs, slick and sticky, and he's reaching down to tease at his foreskin, gently pushing it back and playing with him, thumbing firmly along the ridged, veiny underside.
He's smiling as he shivers with open pleasure, appreciating the scrape of his teeth on his jaw, every grind making him moan. ]
Yeah, [ and he isn't sorry at all, grinning, ] I can tell.
[ Badumpshh. It doesn't take much for him to come when already so hard and plastered up behind the nubile heat of his boyfriend, skin to skin and burning with lust. It happens so easily that he groans behind Keith's ear and lets him feel every thrust between sweaty thighs, shuddering at his back. For a moment his grip slackens around the shaft in his hand, then rubs in firm strokes as the afterglow burns through Shiro's senses. He'll move in a minute. ]
[ Oh, Shiro, dude. Keith groans loudly at that, but it's turned midway into one of growing pleasure, adoring the way Shiro doesn't seem able to have enough of him. He can feel Shiro shudder, his boyfriend plastered against him, so broad and so eager that it enthralls him.
He's definitely very much awake, and he's gently grasping Shiro's hand now, drawing it away so that he can slip his lover's dick from his thighs, shuffling so he can turn around on the couch and face him, eager to steal more kisses from that full, lovely mouth. ]
Love it when you sound like that.
[ He tells him raggedly, when he lines both their dicks together and he's starting to rub them both warmly. ]
Better? You'd better hurry, because I'm gonna come soon.
[ The world isn't righted until he has a face full of Keith staring him in the eye and their dicks aligned, each tired groan muffled in the kisses he steals from his boyfriend. Shiro can bear the stroking for a little while but oversensitivity makes him gently remove Keith's hand and guide it to his hair as he pushes him back against the couch. Surrounded by plush pillows, Keith is a vision and a feast laid out for Shiro's senses. ]
Not before I get to taste you, baby.
[ He drags off Keith's tangled sweatpants with him as he slides down his body, mouthing his way along pecs and abs until his stubbled chin grazes a black happy-trail, hot breaths puffing their way to the base of Keith's erection. Shiro coaxes Keith's thighs up and over his shoulders, licking his shaft in a delicate line from base to sticky tip, grey eyes locked on the violet pair above. ]
[ Keith purrs, preening at the praise and just how sweetly Shiro refers to him. He's keeping his thighs over his shoulders, more exposed than he's ever been, and that hot tongue on his dick threatens to undo everything, wrecking the barest tatters of his self-control.
Keith squirms, amazed, as always, by what a gift Shiro is, how they'd come this far when the love of his life would be between his thighs and his mouth on his cock. His eyes are dark, a hand coming to curl in the older man's hair as he cradles him, exposed and willing to give up everything for Shiro if only he asked. ]
Mmmnnngh. Puppy -- c'mon. You know it's all for you. I'd give you anything you want.
[ How can Keith be any other's, when Shiro has such a firm hold of his heart already? How can Keith even bear to look at anyone else? ]
[ Keith's so vocal that Shiro lets him ramble, fondly rubbing his cheek against the erection that so desperately needs his attention. He could make this quick, Keith's so ready, or ... ]
You're perfect, don't worry.
[ Lips soft and wet from a pointed lick as he holds eye-contact, his lashes droop when he guides the crown of Keith's erection into the heat of his mouth, suckling at him like a lollipop with an abundance of spit shining on Shiro's chin before too long has passed. He's sloppy about it, giving Keith a memory to hold dear of being savoured; being looked at. ]
[ Keith breathes, helplessly charmed by Shiro's generosity, feeling the incredible strength of him under his thighs. This is the man who practically carries the whole world on his shoulders, befitting of the captain of the Atlas, and look at him now, giving himself over to something this carnal, moving to please him, head between his thighs and Keith is lost, lost.
He writhes and throws his head back, unable to keep eye contact as bolts of pleasure threaten to render him incoherent. He's digging his fingers into the meat of Shiro's shoulders, arching upward to push more into his mouth, unable to help himself because oh, he'll never forget the sight of his cock inside Shiro's mouth, the way he looks at him. ]
Please --
[ Wrecked, cracked, he's new to this and Shiro's just about ruining him for anyone else. ]
[ He goes as slow as he thinks Keith can take it without losing his mind, unable to smirk where sucking long pulls all the way to the base, deep-throating him with soft walls clutching at Keith's cock with every swallow, just to slide off and mouth the head so that gets some special attention too, sensitised by being mauled by a devoted mouth without relent: Shiro wants his voice to be tell-tale wrecked after this. The burn of salty precome has his eyes damp and spiked, lashes fluttering as he looks up at Keith and bats them, refusing to go fast enough to do anything but sweetly torture. He kneads at lean thighs, encouraging Keith to spread them and offer all of himself up like he did in the shower, weeks ago.
Shiro will move lower to the curve of tight balls if allowed, letting his snowy hair tuft brush over red, wet skin. ]
[ Shiro is a devastatingly wonderful force of nature that cannot be denied -- the man is incredible, so very beautiful that he can barely take his eyes off of him. Keith is a man caught in Shiro's spell, and he's panting, cheeks flushed as he jerks up into him, wanting more as his thighs fall open just for him.
He's offering himself up without question, trusting Shiro without a work as he tugs him up now, wanting to kiss him, to taste himself on the older man's tongue. ]
[ Shiro's laughter rumbles through Keith's leg as he mouths his way up the soft inside of a thigh, licking secrets up the slope of an iliac curve to playfully gnaw at a hip. He bares his teeth as he does, gently scraping at the nerve-laden skin, using his weight to keep Keith pinned. ]
Don't you like my kisses when they're down here?
[ With a smooch! right under a navel, grey eyes sparkling as he glances up the length of Keith's naked body. ]
[ Keith tells him breathlessly, laughing softly as he gently curls his fingers in his hair to coax him up again. Come on, come on, sweetheart. ]
But I wanna kiss you back.
[ As much as his body loves and adores Shiro, as much as he wants him, he shivers and tries again, whining softly. He wants him close, he wants to melt in his arms and hold him, he wants to kiss him so that it makes Shiro as crazy as he way he's making Keith right now. ]
[ All his teasing defences melt under Keith's soft look and Shiro crawls up to cover him with his larger frame, a thigh sliding up between Keith's legs to lend pressure over his cock as his own nudges snugly against Keith's hip. He uses his prosthetic fingers to gently coax up a chin where he plants a butterfly kiss, taking more down to the hinge of a jaw where he nibbles on a pulse. ]
I love you.
[ Once through worshipping his lover, he lifts his head to steal the kind of kiss he knows Keith has been waiting for, licking heat and hunger into it from the beginning with a soft groan. ]
[ It's a superpower, being able to sway someone as stubborn as Shiro -- and it's partly the thrill of having his way amidst his overwhelming love for Shiro that makes him greedily surge forward, clinging to him and parting his mouth for a heated kiss.
This is always one of his favorite things, kissing Shiro, pouring everything he feels into the seal of their mouths. He's grasping Shiro's cock now, hand coming to curl around that nice, fat shaft and stroke. He's grinding his own into him, but his other hand is already straying to Shiro's ass, Keith giving it a meaningful knead, fingers teasing down to the crease. ]
[ He's already aroused and moaning when Keith intones Want you, this time unmistakable with the grip on Shiro's ass that makes his eyes fly open, glittering with desire. He rests on a bent arm and slips his human hand down to take Keith's cock and align it with his own, stroking them together with hitched breaths as Shiro tries to stave off the need to come, daydreaming of having Keith buried inside; he wants that too, something deep in the core of him feels so empty without it, without Keith marking him up with a good fuck until Shiro can feel the thrust of hard cock and nothing else. It hits him how long it's been since anyone took him and that his new body hasn't ever experienced that. It should be Keith who gets to lay down a claim this time, undoubtedly.
A shudder runs through him from head to toe. ]
Baby, I want you too, [ he tries to slow the kisses so he can talk, hand working a hard shaft over in slick pulls to counterpoint Shiro's murmured pecks on Keith's swollen red lips, peering down under shuttered, dark lashes and pretending his voice isn't being dragged over rough gravel, ] are you ready for that?
[ It'll be Keith's first time going all the way too, won't it? Shiro can only suppose so. Hope so. ]
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With a little rearranging of the blankets to ensure they remain warmly buried, that's how Shiro lapses back into a dreamy state, aborted little nudges down below taking the horny edge off his erection, inconstant rubs now and then due to fatigue. His palm slides under Keith's tshirt to rest on his belly, sharing Shiro's bodyheat directly as he listens to the stillness inside their little canalboat, loving every minute that goes by, and he hugs him to his chest to make sure Keith is never cold for a moment. ]
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it's an easy intimacy between the both of them, and keith stirs when shiro does, when he's rubbing off and on, lacking a rhythm thanks to the pull of sleep, but as keith inches towards wakefulness he can no longer deny how distracting it is, how they've come so far with each other that this has become their new normal.
he's warm and happy and cosy, and he turns his head to nuzzle his cheek a little, before he makes a decision -- boldly reaching behind him to gently pull the elastic of shiro's pants down, letting that thick, heavy, wonderful cock spring free just because he can.
see, now there's only one layer. which keith very swiftly fixes by clumsily pushing his own down, too, so that he can pretty much let shiro press his dick up against his bare ass. ]
Lemme keep you warm.
[ he murmurs, low and groggy and rough. ]
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Morning, baby.
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[ He's practically purring with approval, happily pinned as he gently rocks into his hand, not wholly awake but contented to stay like this. He can feel his dick slowly getting hard, and he's gently nudging Shiro to be able to kiss him. ]
's still early...
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Do you wanna go back to sleep, honey?
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He's smiling, dopey and full of love, unfettered in his feelings for Shiro as his hand comes to rest over his. ]
Which answer will get you to kiss me?
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Whichever one you pick.
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[ And sleepy sex, where Keith gets to hold and touch him. He's gently shifting so that Shiro's cock is nestled between his thighs, and he's looking down while squirming, distracted by how good Shiro is making him feel.
Other hand coming to urge him forward, he steals his mouth with his own, drawing him into a sensuous, open-mouthed kiss, morning breath be damned. ]
Mm. Don't stop.
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I've got you, Keith, I won't stop. You're so pretty, baby ...
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[ He's fond and breathless, sliding against him like they've always belonged together, and he's tightening up around him, riding sleekly as he licks into his mouth again, gamely appreciating his adorable little nips.
Keith's reaching back now, digging his nails into that perfect ass, cupping it for himself, and it's not hard to think of what it would be like for Shiro to do as he's promised, splitting him open, pushing that long, thick, wonderful cock inside of him.
Keith, eagerly sheathing him, showing him that he belongs right there. Oh, what a fantasy. ]
Love you.
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Love you, love you so much ...
[ It's difficult to get that across but he does his game best, quickening the pace of his hand working Keith over. Not to make him lose his mind, just enough to be properly stimulating. ]
Don't come yet, baby, I wanna suck you off.
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[ He whines softly, pressing back against him with all eagerness. He's plastered to Shiro's chest, rocking into his hand as he snuggles up against him. He can feel Shiro's cock between his thighs, slick and sticky, and he's reaching down to tease at his foreskin, gently pushing it back and playing with him, thumbing firmly along the ridged, veiny underside.
He's smiling as he shivers with open pleasure, appreciating the scrape of his teeth on his jaw, every grind making him moan. ]
Oh, Shiro -- Shiro... you're making it real hard.
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[ Badumpshh. It doesn't take much for him to come when already so hard and plastered up behind the nubile heat of his boyfriend, skin to skin and burning with lust. It happens so easily that he groans behind Keith's ear and lets him feel every thrust between sweaty thighs, shuddering at his back. For a moment his grip slackens around the shaft in his hand, then rubs in firm strokes as the afterglow burns through Shiro's senses. He'll move in a minute. ]
Oh, baby ... Mmm, Keith ...
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He's definitely very much awake, and he's gently grasping Shiro's hand now, drawing it away so that he can slip his lover's dick from his thighs, shuffling so he can turn around on the couch and face him, eager to steal more kisses from that full, lovely mouth. ]
Love it when you sound like that.
[ He tells him raggedly, when he lines both their dicks together and he's starting to rub them both warmly. ]
Better? You'd better hurry, because I'm gonna come soon.
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Not before I get to taste you, baby.
[ He drags off Keith's tangled sweatpants with him as he slides down his body, mouthing his way along pecs and abs until his stubbled chin grazes a black happy-trail, hot breaths puffing their way to the base of Keith's erection. Shiro coaxes Keith's thighs up and over his shoulders, licking his shaft in a delicate line from base to sticky tip, grey eyes locked on the violet pair above. ]
This is all for me, huh? You sure?
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[ Keith purrs, preening at the praise and just how sweetly Shiro refers to him. He's keeping his thighs over his shoulders, more exposed than he's ever been, and that hot tongue on his dick threatens to undo everything, wrecking the barest tatters of his self-control.
Keith squirms, amazed, as always, by what a gift Shiro is, how they'd come this far when the love of his life would be between his thighs and his mouth on his cock. His eyes are dark, a hand coming to curl in the older man's hair as he cradles him, exposed and willing to give up everything for Shiro if only he asked. ]
Mmmnnngh. Puppy -- c'mon. You know it's all for you. I'd give you anything you want.
[ How can Keith be any other's, when Shiro has such a firm hold of his heart already? How can Keith even bear to look at anyone else? ]
Take it all. Shiro, I'm yours. All yours.
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You're perfect, don't worry.
[ Lips soft and wet from a pointed lick as he holds eye-contact, his lashes droop when he guides the crown of Keith's erection into the heat of his mouth, suckling at him like a lollipop with an abundance of spit shining on Shiro's chin before too long has passed. He's sloppy about it, giving Keith a memory to hold dear of being savoured; being looked at. ]
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[ Keith breathes, helplessly charmed by Shiro's generosity, feeling the incredible strength of him under his thighs. This is the man who practically carries the whole world on his shoulders, befitting of the captain of the Atlas, and look at him now, giving himself over to something this carnal, moving to please him, head between his thighs and Keith is lost, lost.
He writhes and throws his head back, unable to keep eye contact as bolts of pleasure threaten to render him incoherent. He's digging his fingers into the meat of Shiro's shoulders, arching upward to push more into his mouth, unable to help himself because oh, he'll never forget the sight of his cock inside Shiro's mouth, the way he looks at him. ]
Please --
[ Wrecked, cracked, he's new to this and Shiro's just about ruining him for anyone else. ]
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Shiro will move lower to the curve of tight balls if allowed, letting his snowy hair tuft brush over red, wet skin. ]
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He's offering himself up without question, trusting Shiro without a work as he tugs him up now, wanting to kiss him, to taste himself on the older man's tongue. ]
Come up and kiss me. I want you.
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Don't you like my kisses when they're down here?
[ With a smooch! right under a navel, grey eyes sparkling as he glances up the length of Keith's naked body. ]
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[ Keith tells him breathlessly, laughing softly as he gently curls his fingers in his hair to coax him up again. Come on, come on, sweetheart. ]
But I wanna kiss you back.
[ As much as his body loves and adores Shiro, as much as he wants him, he shivers and tries again, whining softly. He wants him close, he wants to melt in his arms and hold him, he wants to kiss him so that it makes Shiro as crazy as he way he's making Keith right now. ]
Shiro...
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I love you.
[ Once through worshipping his lover, he lifts his head to steal the kind of kiss he knows Keith has been waiting for, licking heat and hunger into it from the beginning with a soft groan. ]
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This is always one of his favorite things, kissing Shiro, pouring everything he feels into the seal of their mouths. He's grasping Shiro's cock now, hand coming to curl around that nice, fat shaft and stroke. He's grinding his own into him, but his other hand is already straying to Shiro's ass, Keith giving it a meaningful knead, fingers teasing down to the crease. ]
I love you, too. Want you.
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A shudder runs through him from head to toe. ]
Baby, I want you too, [ he tries to slow the kisses so he can talk, hand working a hard shaft over in slick pulls to counterpoint Shiro's murmured pecks on Keith's swollen red lips, peering down under shuttered, dark lashes and pretending his voice isn't being dragged over rough gravel, ] are you ready for that?
[ It'll be Keith's first time going all the way too, won't it? Shiro can only suppose so. Hope so. ]
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