This is the look of a man in awe, the look of a man who is head over heels in love with the man whose ass he's currently reaming with all the thirst of a man lost in the desert. His hands come to rest on his hips now, before one slides up his chest to give a soft pec a squeeze. He's struck by just how stunning Shiro is, how sexy when he smirks and his lips press against his scar, now burning.
Oh, hell. He's so gone, and he's so dead, and Shiro's going to kill him with sex and he'll die like this. He's gasping, gripping him tightly as he marshals enough presence of him to reach down to grasp his length, palming his monster dick and stroking him in turn with those thrusts.
Holy shit, but Shiro's bouncing on him -- his greek god of a boyfriend is fucking himself on his dick and Keith's close, he's so close he forces himself not to come too quickly, even though he's surging up into that tight ass, balls heavy -- he wants to come. He wants to come inside him and paint his inner walls white with his come. ]
I -- Shiro, what the fuck -- I'm gonna -- you're gonna --
[ It's a shade removed from his usual encouragement, the belting bright voice is husky but no less supportive as Shiro moans and tips back his head as pleasure fires through every nerve-ending, prostate rubbed blissfully raw by Keith's eager thrusts. ]
That's it, Keith, you can do it for me ... Oh, just like that, that's my baby, fuck me just like that, you feel so good, oh god — Keith, o-oh —!
[ He can't stop the build-up of pressure with his cock being stroked too and when Shiro comes he grips the couch behind Keith's head for balance, grinding back with every stuttering flick of hips, each press of Keith over a sweet spot sending more come out of Shiro's angry red cock, dripping wet and red-faced to match. He comes with his whole body like it's a relief he can't believe he's been waiting on so long, then keeps moving even when thin whimpers fall free so that Keith can take advantage of his tight ass, still holding true to his promise. He wants to make Keith come, needs to. ]
[ His Shiro is ridiculously sexy when he's putting everything into pleasing the both of them -- but what pushes him over the edge is the way he clamps down tightly around him when he orgasms, when thick ropes of jizz splatter over both their bodies, and Keith is gone, gone, and with a low, guttural almost-snarl he practically springs up against him, the flicker of yellow in his eyes as he pins Shiro back down on the couch and pulls out before thrusting hard twice, three times.
He's lost any semblance of self-control when it comes to him, given over to the wash of instinct and ecstasy, taking full advantage of his wonderfully tight ass as he slams into him ruthlessly.
Seven, eight. Ten.
He comes with a loud cry he can't help, feral with passion and boundless love as he stills over Shiro now, emptying his balls into his tight, tight ass with every pump. ]
[ He doesn't really register the flip that puts him on his back, a vessel for Keith to fill up with his come as Shiro sees golden eyes and feels the strength of alien blood in the hard knock of hips against his own, choked on cries as he takes everything Keith has to give. It feels like a lot, even with Shiro out of practice.
Fuck. It's hot.
He digs his nails into an ass to hold on throughout the wild ride, encouraging Keith with hitched, broken pleas for more (yesyesyes baby feels so good fuck me keith), and his lashes screw shut as Shiro's wails fill the boat, the hot pulse of wave after wave of come in his ass short-circuiting his ability to think of anything else; no trauma, no troubles, only Keith and the way he fucks Shiro so well that it blots out the rest of the galaxy. ]
Keith ... !
[ With unsteady legs he loops them around a waist to try and hold Keith in place, dazed and horny and full of wonder, besides the come. ]
[ The high washes over him, Keith unable to resist but be swept up in the overwhelming way it pretty much wipes out every single coherent thought, every shred of awareness. He's filling him up with pulse after pulse of hot, sticky come, and when he's finally wrung out, he slumps exhaustedly against the soft pillows of his pecs, face buried between them. ]
Mmmmpph.
[ He registers Shiro trying to keep him there, the weight of his legs, and he's wrapping his arms around him in turn, silently indicating that he's not going anywhere, and even though his cock is softening inside his lover, he's not pulling out anytime soon. ]
Mm.
[ He squirms, before it comes back to him -- he was rough, ferocious, and Shiro's body -- his body was new to that. He stirs, looking up at him under a worried frown. ]
[ It's got to be a full minute before either of them can dredge up the energy (or coherency) to talk, Shiro sounding raggedly wrecked but extremely happy about it. Cloud Nine may be his current address. His left hand brushes in the dip of Keith's back while the other, not weighted down by weak muscles, combs through a snarl of dark hair, over and over. ]
No, I'm okay ... Better than, sweetheart.
[ He pairs a sigh with a smile, boneless and just a shade too hot and sticky but loving it. ]
Are you okay? You, uh ... Feels like you came a lot.
[ Keith agrees, a little dazed as he practically slumps on him, wide-eyed and in awe of whatever the hell just happened. He's coming down from that high, nuzzling into Shiro's warm touch. He's sprawled, tracing little circles over his chest as he struggles to get himself back together.
It's hard, Shiro. He went all beast and he's still not sure what to think about that. ]
It does? [ Should he apologise? Is that wrong? Because it felt really good for him. ] Is that bad?
[ Shiro's tired laugh flutters through Keith's hair. He wraps him up in a loose cuddle, lips smooching their way across a hairline. ]
No, honey, it's not bad. You were amazing.
[ He's practically glued Shiro to the couch blankets ... good job they have more to swap out. Shiro's mind wanders, light and fluffy, buoyed up by the afterglow running through his exhausted limbs. ]
[ Because Keith is unused to Shiro's sweetly lavish praise, and he's expecting some sort of a gentle joke because Shiro's frankly extremely desirable and he's had boyfriends, and he's pretty sure he, they, whoever were pretty good too.
Keith doesn't mind, much -- the most important thing is that Shiro belongs to him, now. He's looking up at him drowsily, kissing his chin as his hand slides down to ease those sticky abs, smearing more of his jizz all around. Ugh, they're going to need to shower soon. ]
[ Shiro shoots him a reassuring smile that crinkles his eyes, warm grey like the ashes of a hearth after a fire. He swallows at the sight of Keith playing in his come, biting back a laugh; and Keith thinks Shiro is the dirty kinky one.
But, to stay on the topic, he kneads at Keith's shoulders and brackets him between his legs as they drop down either side, their bodies still joined albeit not for much longer. ]
You turned a little galra for a minute there, yellow eyes are a good look for you.
[ In any body, and Keith smiles, cat-like and pleased as he leans up to capture his mouth with his again, dirty and kinky and happy to settle in with him. Feeling him knead at his shoulders, he allows himself to be eased onto his side -- he doesn't care, as long as he's nestled against Shiro.
He can feel himself soften inside of him, and he hums thoughtfully; he knows he can get that way sometimes, especially when emotions run high, but what concerns him is what Shiro had told Keith before, about Sendak, and he's not sure how to broach the subject gracefully. ]
[ Snuggled on their sides, Shiro uses his normal hand to brush Keith's hair back from his face all the better to see him. He kisses him chastely, a counterpoint to their rampant sexcapades from before, and he eyes him curiously over the short distance before he gets an inkling of what it is Keith means; where he's coming from.
Shiro really is the luckiest man in the galaxy. ]
I love you, Keith. Even if you turned into a furry purple bat, I'd still want us to be together. It's all you.
He's shaking his head, huffing softly as he sidles up to him, kissing him chastely right back. ]
Talk to me again if I become a giant furry purple bat. [ Won't that be something? He's giving his pecs a fond pat before he gently eases out of him, lurching upwards with effort. ]
Now c'mon. We gotta get clean, and you're changing the sheets.
[ The strangled protests dies in his throat as he sighs, sitting up with a wince. He tries to ignore the sting as he stands, all too aware of come trailing down his inner thighs (as well as splashed all over his middle, dripping down his abs, wow) but even Shiro is just a man. He reaches out to steady himself on Keith's shoulder, embarrassed but not enough to fail making this a notable lesson as he steadies his voice. ]
I think I'll have to beg out on my turn this time.
[ Keith, ever alert to Shiro's discomfort, stills immediately, concerned as he aborts the instinct to move towards the bathroom. He's gently nudging him back to sit, now, dread curling in the pit of his stomach as he attends to him. ]
Keith, this is normal. I'm okay. [ He squeezes that shoulder he's still using for support, his metal hand seeking out Keith's fingers to give a squeeze so he focuses. ] When two men go at it like that, whoever's on the receiving end just needs some time to recover. Things get ... sore. You'll see what I mean when you take your turn, if you still want to.
[ He's grateful he gets to teach Keith about these details, the idea of him getting only half the package when it comes to sleeping with someone else is an uncomfortable thought. Keith learns by doing, that's why Shiro is patient and not irritated; guidance and experience is key to their relationship in more ways than just knowing where to shove a dick. ]
What I'd like to do is clean myself up and then sit down for a while. I'll go on the laptop, that won't involve much moving around for a few hours.
[ Okay, he's all right. Shiro's been through worse than this but that's not all that reassuring. He's squeezing his fingers right back, the frown easing just a touch but not completely dissipating. ]
All right. I'll change out the sheets. [ He's cupping his face, leaning in to kiss him softly, lingering. ]
And yeah -- I still want to.
[ He wants to know what it's like, but that idea something he doesn't dwell on for the moment -- what matters is taking care of Shiro, learning from him. ] But right now, do you wanna shower with me?
[ He's eaten Keith out, why is he suddenly so shy about simply washing in front of him? Ridiculous double-standards that Shiro doesn't need, as Matt would insist. ]
Don't look so worried, this is all perfectly natural. [ Adam certainly hadn't been this doting, it's actually lovely of Keith to fret but Shiro doesn't want to be that selfish. ] You were really, ah, raring to go.
[ Shiro's adorable when he's shy, and Keith is still coming to grips with what he's done; even if Shiro liked it, he's pretty sure that he had been really rough with him, too. He's taking his hand in his, fingers threading with his as he delicately leads him to the bathroom. ]
Yeah. Sorry. You were just so -- [ Beautiful, begging to be fucked and ravished and cherished and loved. He takes a slow breath. ] Let me clean you up?
[ Murmuring fondly as he kisses Keith's temple, Shiro nods and follows him into their compact shower. The water he sets for a little warmer than usual to help his muscles ease up. ]
You don't have to do this, you know. I don't ... It's not expected.
[ Just so Keith doesn't feel beholden out of any small degree of guilt. ]
[ Keith tells him firmly, reaching up to touch his cheek with his clean hand, tiptoeing to kiss him again, chaste and soft. He's gently nudging him further in, letting the water rinse over both their bodies as he smiles. ]
[ That is such a lame joke, Takashi Shirogane, and Keith snorts, lightly swatting one of his pecs for his trouble. He's shaking his head at him, taking the sponge and wetting it, adding some soap before he goes to scrub at his lover's chest. ]
That's because you were filthy, coming everywhere like that.
[ Keith's chiding him playfully, earning another swat to the other pec -- he's laughing, however, slotting happily up against him when he cuddles. This is bliss, this is what happiness is, as he wraps his arms tight around him and presses up into his eager mouth. ]
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This is the look of a man in awe, the look of a man who is head over heels in love with the man whose ass he's currently reaming with all the thirst of a man lost in the desert. His hands come to rest on his hips now, before one slides up his chest to give a soft pec a squeeze. He's struck by just how stunning Shiro is, how sexy when he smirks and his lips press against his scar, now burning.
Oh, hell. He's so gone, and he's so dead, and Shiro's going to kill him with sex and he'll die like this. He's gasping, gripping him tightly as he marshals enough presence of him to reach down to grasp his length, palming his monster dick and stroking him in turn with those thrusts.
Holy shit, but Shiro's bouncing on him -- his greek god of a boyfriend is fucking himself on his dick and Keith's close, he's so close he forces himself not to come too quickly, even though he's surging up into that tight ass, balls heavy
-- he wants to come. He wants to come inside him and paint his inner walls white with his come. ]
I -- Shiro, what the fuck -- I'm gonna -- you're gonna --
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That's it, Keith, you can do it for me ... Oh, just like that, that's my baby, fuck me just like that, you feel so good, oh god — Keith, o-oh —!
[ He can't stop the build-up of pressure with his cock being stroked too and when Shiro comes he grips the couch behind Keith's head for balance, grinding back with every stuttering flick of hips, each press of Keith over a sweet spot sending more come out of Shiro's angry red cock, dripping wet and red-faced to match. He comes with his whole body like it's a relief he can't believe he's been waiting on so long, then keeps moving even when thin whimpers fall free so that Keith can take advantage of his tight ass, still holding true to his promise. He wants to make Keith come, needs to. ]
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He's lost any semblance of self-control when it comes to him, given over to the wash of instinct and ecstasy, taking full advantage of his wonderfully tight ass as he slams into him ruthlessly.
Seven, eight. Ten.
He comes with a loud cry he can't help, feral with passion and boundless love as he stills over Shiro now, emptying his balls into his tight, tight ass with every pump. ]
Nnngh --
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Fuck. It's hot.
He digs his nails into an ass to hold on throughout the wild ride, encouraging Keith with hitched, broken pleas for more (yesyesyes baby feels so good fuck me keith), and his lashes screw shut as Shiro's wails fill the boat, the hot pulse of wave after wave of come in his ass short-circuiting his ability to think of anything else; no trauma, no troubles, only Keith and the way he fucks Shiro so well that it blots out the rest of the galaxy. ]
Keith ... !
[ With unsteady legs he loops them around a waist to try and hold Keith in place, dazed and horny and full of wonder, besides the come. ]
... Baby, god. Uh.
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Mmmmpph.
[ He registers Shiro trying to keep him there, the weight of his legs, and he's wrapping his arms around him in turn, silently indicating that he's not going anywhere, and even though his cock is softening inside his lover, he's not pulling out anytime soon. ]
Mm.
[ He squirms, before it comes back to him -- he was rough, ferocious, and Shiro's body -- his body was new to that. He stirs, looking up at him under a worried frown. ]
Did I hurt you?
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No, I'm okay ... Better than, sweetheart.
[ He pairs a sigh with a smile, boneless and just a shade too hot and sticky but loving it. ]
Are you okay? You, uh ... Feels like you came a lot.
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[ Keith agrees, a little dazed as he practically slumps on him, wide-eyed and in awe of whatever the hell just happened. He's coming down from that high, nuzzling into Shiro's warm touch. He's sprawled, tracing little circles over his chest as he struggles to get himself back together.
It's hard, Shiro. He went all beast and he's still not sure what to think about that. ]
It does? [ Should he apologise? Is that wrong? Because it felt really good for him. ] Is that bad?
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No, honey, it's not bad. You were amazing.
[ He's practically glued Shiro to the couch blankets ... good job they have more to swap out. Shiro's mind wanders, light and fluffy, buoyed up by the afterglow running through his exhausted limbs. ]
That was the best sex I've ever had.
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[ Because Keith is unused to Shiro's sweetly lavish praise, and he's expecting some sort of a gentle joke because Shiro's frankly extremely desirable and he's had boyfriends, and he's pretty sure he, they, whoever were pretty good too.
Keith doesn't mind, much -- the most important thing is that Shiro belongs to him, now. He's looking up at him drowsily, kissing his chin as his hand slides down to ease those sticky abs, smearing more of his jizz all around. Ugh, they're going to need to shower soon. ]
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[ Shiro shoots him a reassuring smile that crinkles his eyes, warm grey like the ashes of a hearth after a fire. He swallows at the sight of Keith playing in his come, biting back a laugh; and Keith thinks Shiro is the dirty kinky one.
But, to stay on the topic, he kneads at Keith's shoulders and brackets him between his legs as they drop down either side, their bodies still joined albeit not for much longer. ]
You turned a little galra for a minute there, yellow eyes are a good look for you.
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He can feel himself soften inside of him, and he hums thoughtfully; he knows he can get that way sometimes, especially when emotions run high, but what concerns him is what Shiro had told Keith before, about Sendak, and he's not sure how to broach the subject gracefully. ]
You're okay with that?
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Shiro really is the luckiest man in the galaxy. ]
I love you, Keith. Even if you turned into a furry purple bat, I'd still want us to be together. It's all you.
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He's shaking his head, huffing softly as he sidles up to him, kissing him chastely right back. ]
Talk to me again if I become a giant furry purple bat. [ Won't that be something? He's giving his pecs a fond pat before he gently eases out of him, lurching upwards with effort. ]
Now c'mon. We gotta get clean, and you're changing the sheets.
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[ The strangled protests dies in his throat as he sighs, sitting up with a wince. He tries to ignore the sting as he stands, all too aware of come trailing down his inner thighs (as well as splashed all over his middle, dripping down his abs, wow) but even Shiro is just a man. He reaches out to steady himself on Keith's shoulder, embarrassed but not enough to fail making this a notable lesson as he steadies his voice. ]
I think I'll have to beg out on my turn this time.
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Are you okay? Sit, I'll take care of this.
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[ He's grateful he gets to teach Keith about these details, the idea of him getting only half the package when it comes to sleeping with someone else is an uncomfortable thought. Keith learns by doing, that's why Shiro is patient and not irritated; guidance and experience is key to their relationship in more ways than just knowing where to shove a dick. ]
What I'd like to do is clean myself up and then sit down for a while. I'll go on the laptop, that won't involve much moving around for a few hours.
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All right. I'll change out the sheets. [ He's cupping his face, leaning in to kiss him softly, lingering. ]
And yeah -- I still want to.
[ He wants to know what it's like, but that idea something he doesn't dwell on for the moment -- what matters is taking care of Shiro, learning from him. ] But right now, do you wanna shower with me?
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[ He's eaten Keith out, why is he suddenly so shy about simply washing in front of him? Ridiculous double-standards that Shiro doesn't need, as Matt would insist. ]
Don't look so worried, this is all perfectly natural. [ Adam certainly hadn't been this doting, it's actually lovely of Keith to fret but Shiro doesn't want to be that selfish. ] You were really, ah, raring to go.
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Yeah. Sorry. You were just so -- [ Beautiful, begging to be fucked and ravished and cherished and loved. He takes a slow breath. ] Let me clean you up?
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[ Murmuring fondly as he kisses Keith's temple, Shiro nods and follows him into their compact shower. The water he sets for a little warmer than usual to help his muscles ease up. ]
You don't have to do this, you know. I don't ... It's not expected.
[ Just so Keith doesn't feel beholden out of any small degree of guilt. ]
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[ Keith tells him firmly, reaching up to touch his cheek with his clean hand, tiptoeing to kiss him again, chaste and soft. He's gently nudging him further in, letting the water rinse over both their bodies as he smiles. ]
Maybe I just can't get my hands off you.
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We were practically glued together back there.
[ Badumpshh. ]
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That's because you were filthy, coming everywhere like that.
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You really can't talk, Mr Comes-Ten-Tonnes.
[ As punishment for that sass, he bites down on the curve of Keith's neck and makes him suffer a soapy cuddle. ]
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[ Keith's chiding him playfully, earning another swat to the other pec -- he's laughing, however, slotting happily up against him when he cuddles. This is bliss, this is what happiness is, as he wraps his arms tight around him and presses up into his eager mouth. ]
Why're you biting --
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