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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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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.]

[He hates being put on the spot and not able to think. He knows the things he likes - taking care of others, having his hair pulled, feeling full - but with Shiro right here asking, it all goes out of his head.

With his hands free, he moves one to rest on Shiro's and watches his face carefully.]

I know, I'm-- used to the other way around. [A beat, that image of Shiro eating off the fork with more enthusiasm than needed.]

I meant it when I said I liked watching your mouth.

[He exhales. It's an evenly done thing, even though that near-incandescent anger is back. Garrison-aged boys are selfish, he's well-aware of that. And Keith was so desperate for camaraderie and affection that it's easy to track how he might have mistaken being used for being needed. But it also means that Shiro is in the precarious position of being the first person tasked with treating him well, and that's-- it's a lot. When he's barely better than half-whole himself and trying to piece himself back together with a sheer iron will.

He turns his hand over and tangles his fingers in Keith's, capturing his hand gently.]

Okay. Let's start with that.

[He lifts Keith's hand up to his mouth and slips his hand down to Keith's wrist, before leaning in a little to tongue at his index finger. He sucks at it, taking it into his mouth, grazing the skin and against the nail with his teeth. He's not putting on a show on purpose, slow foreplay is just how he does things, but he knows Keith's impatient as well.]

[Keith lets himself go loose, allowing Shiro to move him however but it's only his hand and --

Oh.

His eyes are wide watching him and this show he's putting on. He swallows and takes a deep breath, thumbing at his bottom lip experimentally. It's taking effort to stay there; he's used to doing, to being active. Passively letting someone else do the work is abnormal. But his eyes are glued to Shiro's mouth around his finger.]

[He closes his eyes. Directs all his focus to the touch, the sensation of what he's doing. When Keith thumbs at his lip, he opens his mouth just wide enough to bite at that, too, nipping at the pad of his thumb.

Now that Keith is more-or-less keeping his arm there of his own volition, Shiro reaches down between them and skims his fingers lightly against his abdomen, palm briefly flush against the plane between his hipbones.]

[Shit. Shiro bites down and has his hand there, and his hips jerk a little, tries to cover it by shifting. The hand not at Shiro's mouth he holds his shoulder with, giving a squeeze.]

Was. Definitely right about that.

[Watching me suck you off, you mean. Shiro had been right on the money with that and he hadn't even realized it at the time. He squirms trying to get comfortable, very clearly starting to get hard.]

[As much as he could do nothing more than this for just hours-- he's not about to torture Keith, put him through a slow agony he's all too unaccustomed for. He gives one last long lick to Keith's finger, and then pulls back, kisses his palm.]

Slide up on the bed.

[It's a big bed, but it's not so big that Shiro can do this comfortably from where they are. He's rusty at this-- his fling with Jae-min had been... a while ago, and even then it was brief. He's pretty sure Keith isn't going to care about any of that, but he wants it to be good.]

On it.

[It's all he needs, some direction. He thumbs at Shiro's cheek with that hand before pulling away to shift up. There are plenty of pillows to lean back against, piling one extra up against his back. He isn't bare, but he feels like he is, all scars and skin from the waist up.]

Something in mind?

[He just makes a quiet noise of affirmation, sort of a 'mmhmm' as he kneels between Keith's thighs.

Taking someone else's pants off with one hand is, he's decided, not the most fun he's ever had in bed. He just rests his hand on the band of Keith's pants and tried to visualize different ways of divesting him of them that pretty much all end in awkward flailing. So he lifts his bad shoulder in an apologetic shrug.]

I could use a hand.

[He's hilarious.]

[That gets a certain look from Keith. The 'I know you think you're funny and I'd be laughing in any other situation' look.

But it does get a smile.]

Funniest guy in the room.

[He takes a breath as he reaches down to help out, giving them a little kick off the bed once they're off.]

I'll take it.

[He says that lightly, leaning down into Keith's space to kiss him gently, bite at his bottom lip. Then he pushes himself backwards until he can lay flat on his stomach without too much trouble, shoulders angled back a little so they aren't digging into Keith's thighs.

Though he does reach up to tap his left, invitation for Keith to sling his knees over them.

Keith's boxers match the rest of his fashion aesthetic so perfectly it makes him huff a bit, but it doesn't really matter. He won't be wearing them long.

Keith's cruising half-hard, and the outline of his dick is very obvious. Shiro wets his lips and then leans down to mouth at it through the fabric, experimentally. Just to see what Keith does.]

[What he does is jerk up, that touch sending a jolt up his spine. He almost doesn't even lift his leg up at the invitation, mesmerized watching Shiro lean in. He's touch starved in a way he didn't even realize.

Christ. He's going to die from this, he's sure of it.

Keith takes a slow inhale, letting his left leg sit over Shiro's shoulder and leans his head back to reorient himself.]