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[The agreement to go back to Earth had been quickly decided without any argument. Krolia had agreed to ride with Pidge, leaving Shiro and Keith alone in Black with his cosmic wolf.

It's quiet. They're all still recovering from the long fight with Lotor, the exhaustion of the quintessence field, the everything about Shiro once Keith had the time to tell them. He left out a lot (Krolia and Coran's eyes let him know they could tell he left a lot out), but it wasn't their business really.

Keith takes a slow breath, trying not to disturb the wolf lazing next to his seat but he needs to move around. He's ready to be cooped up here for weeks going back to Earth, but after just a couple of days? He's getting cabin fever.

He doesn't get up yet, but squeezes the controls.]

You doing okay back there?

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We're not talking about me.

[Of course that's his instinct when being complimented: turn it around. Except Shiro isn't the one that needs to hear it - never has been. He ruffles Keith's hair playfully.]

C'mon. Let's hit the hay.

[He nuzzles his face against Shiro a little before taking a step back with a nod. He keeps almost leaning on him as they walk up the stairs, head against his shoulder when they get to the bed. He doesn't even bother taking the armor off, Keith just climbs straight up to sit.]

Wonder how long it's been.

[... Child.

Shiro huffs a sigh, and then he kneels down on the bed beside Keith and starts taking his armour off one-handed. He's deft about it. One benefit of being familiar with the paladin armour.]

I did the math while you were out. Almost four days.

[It was an afterthought!

Shiro gets as far as getting the boots off before he starts helping. The last pieces come off and Keith is breathing deep before pulling Shiro down to kiss him, sweet, loving. He's glad they're both safe.

But four days.

When he breaks away, he rests his head on Shiro's shoulders.]

Four days. Doesn't even feel like it...

Well--

[Shiro strips down as well, and then he crawls in under the blankets.

Knowing what's lurking beneath the house has him back on edge, but he's gamely trying to ignore it. They locked the door. There was nothing else there that could come after them. But he's worried he'll dream of tables.]

We've done a lot of sleeping.

In our defense, we needed it.

[He lets Shiro pick his spot, then climbs in after him, scooting close against him. He wants to keep Shiro close and in arm's reach. He brushes some of his hair out of his face and smiles a little.]

Not a bad thing since there isn't much else to do.

[He makes plenty of room for Keith, curling his arm around him protectively.]

Oh, you are definitely fixing that speeder up for me, first chance you get. Just saying.

[Keith smiles at that.]

Oh, for you huh? You wanna ride it?

That's the idea.

[Look he likes going fast as much as the next paladin okay.]

[He wonders if he should try this. He carefully gets an arm around Shiro, hand rubbing slow circles against his back.]

Wonder what else you like to ride.

[-- It's such a cheesy line that he actually laughs and turns to just... look at Keith directly.]

I thought you said you were tired.

And then you fed me. Call it a second wind.

[He's silent for a time, letting himself acclimate to the idea. Then, soft,]

What would you like?

[He thinks this over. Shiro didn't really like it when he only offered things. Hell, he isn't sure Shiro would even want to do this now.]

I dunno. I just wanna make you feel good.

Being here with you right now does that.

[He's not against the idea. At least they're both healed. Sometimes the physicality helps to get you out of a bad space. He saw a lot of relationships cultivated in the slave barracks.]

But I want to know what I can do for you, too.

[He shifts a little to rest on Shiro's chest and watching his face. This is a weird conversation, it's so far out of his comfort zone.

He hesitates; he know it did feel good, but he doesn't know how he'll take it. He whispers, still self conscious about it.]

You biting me before was nice too.

Yeah?

[It's not registering as weird to him. Maybe his threshold is higher, and instead he just nods. Thumbs at the place the bruise had been - healed now by the pod.]

Here.

[He hooks an ankle around Keith's knee, twists his hips and flips them on the bed with minimal effort. It's amazing how smoothly his joints move when he hasn't been recently beaten to hell.

Once he's got Keith pinned down against the mattress he leans down, licks a spot against his neck and then bites at the skin. Steady pressure, nothing sharp. The point is the pleasure in the pain, he remembers that much from some of the dabbling he did with Aisha.]

[That's fast. It's fast when he isn't expecting it, but maybe he should have. All he knows is one minute, his face is nuzzled against Shiro's chest, the next Shiro's over him and leaning in to bite the same spot and the noise he makes is unreal before he strangles it down.

He mumbles Shiro's name out at the end of a whimper.]

Jesus...

[He reaches for one of Keith's wrists and, once he's collected that he brings it to the other one. Doing this with only one hand is tricky, but Keith's still slight enough of build he can manage and he just pins both hands over his head. It puts him in close enough proximity to kiss him, which he does. Sweetly.]

Still with me?

Y-yeah. [He has to remember how to breathe. He shifts, settling underneath him.]

Took me for a loop there.

Now what?

[He figures maybe they can do it this way. Keith doesn't have much idea of what he likes, but Shiro can gently encourage him into thinking about it with certain... incentives.

He mouths along Keith's collarbone, across his bare chest. Slots a knee between Keith's thighs a little too high up to be an accident.]

I...

[Oh jesus. His breath catches in his chest. He instinctively goes to grab at Shiro, but his hands are still held over his head.

Now what.

He doesn't know.]

[Lucky for Keith, Shiro has nothing but patience for him. He's content to let him think, thumb stroking against the inside of his wrist as he presses his mouth down against what he can reach. He pulls back just enough to kiss gently at his unscarred cheek and then just look at him.]

C'mon, Keith. Doesn't have to be anything big.

[He shifts a bit, feeling himself rub against Shiro's leg and blinks slowly.

What does he like? When he suggested this, he'd expected to be in the other position, but Shiro's got him at a loss here.

He almost wants to ask what Shiro likes doing, but somehow he knows that isn't the way to go.

Shit, Shiro's still staring at him waiting.]

Liked the bite.

[Nothing if not honest.]

I know.

[It makes him ache, that the only thing Keith can think of that he enjoys is something Shiro already did once on a whim. That nothing else is coming to mind that he might like even a little.

Shiro releases his hands and sits back across Keith's lap, though he's supporting himself primarily with his tensed thighs. It's easier to do now that his knee is healed. Then he lets his palm rest on Keith's chest, over his heart.]

I want to take care of you.

[Let me. All he needs is a direction.]