[ 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. ]
[ Swaying them in the shower is unsafe but rules are meant to be broken and Shiro needs to capture Keith so he can launch his next attack, mouth muffled on Keith's skin. ]
[ What kind of alpha creature blows raspberries, of all things? But Keith is laughing with him, coming to bite softly at his ear, tickled by his affection. ]
That's just you trying to be evil. And failing.
[ He's running his fingers through his hair now, impossibly fond and full of love. ] You're in such a good mood after sex.
[ Oh, but Shiro is really cute when he pouts like that, look at him. Keith's distracted for a blessed moment, reaching up to touch his lips before tugging him in for another long, slow kiss.
Really, can you keep up the pouting in his presence, Shiro? ]
Mm. You're easy to kiss when you're sulking. [ No, definitely not; he wants his Shiro happy. ]
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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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[ Swaying them in the shower is unsafe but rules are meant to be broken and Shiro needs to capture Keith so he can launch his next attack, mouth muffled on Keith's skin. ]
I'm showing you dominance!
[ By blowing a raspberry. ]
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[ What kind of alpha creature blows raspberries, of all things? But Keith is laughing with him, coming to bite softly at his ear, tickled by his affection. ]
That's just you trying to be evil. And failing.
[ He's running his fingers through his hair now, impossibly fond and full of love. ] You're in such a good mood after sex.
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I can't be evil around you, baby.
[ Keith yells I love you and Shiro fractures right down to the bone, usually. Right now he leans back and gives a pout. ]
Would you rather I sulked?
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Really, can you keep up the pouting in his presence, Shiro? ]
Mm. You're easy to kiss when you're sulking. [ No, definitely not; he wants his Shiro happy. ]