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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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[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.]

Easy.

[It's murmured against the damp fabric as Shiro reaches up to touch his face without looking. He traces the line of Keith's collarbone up to his mouth and slides his thumb across his bottom lip, kissing the inside of his thigh just below the cutoff of the boxers.]

Still with me?

[His voice is a rasp, rough and low.]

[Keith leans into the touch, kissing his thumb.] Yeah. Yeah, still with you.

[His nerves are on edge though. Between the touching and Shiro's mouth and his voice like that. It doesn't help much that Keith is eager and impatient; it's not taking a lot to get him going.

He looks down at him again, threading fingers through Shiro's forelock. One thought keeps coming back to him: I don't deserve this. Shiro probably wouldn't hear it and get that look he gets sometimes when he disagrees on what Keith thinks of himself.]

I'm good.

[He plants another kiss further up on Keith's thigh, nosing the fabric out of the way to do it. Then, very carefully, he scrapes his teeth across the skin at the top of his leg, biting down but with no real pressure.]

Glad to hear it.

[He hesitates just slightly. He'd have to be an idiot not to have noticed Keith's obvious-- he doesn't want to call it a kink, but his... affinity for being ordered around. It's something that Shiro isn't entirely sure he wants to get into with him. He and Aisha traded off on being in charge, but the dynamic is different. Aisha was older than him, and a med student. Different life experiences, but they were both people being groomed to shoulder responsibility. Keith...

Keith wants his responsibilities taken away. And Shiro has been in a position of power over him for so long he's not sure they can separate their two roles. He has to be very, very careful if he starts down this path.

Still. He jerks his head to one side and takes his hand away, pushing himself up a little with his elbow against the mattress.]

Lose the boxers.

[It's a command. Softly said, but there's no mistaking his tone.]

[It's a tone he hasn't heard in some time. Their roles as paladins has always been equal standing, fighting together. It's at odds against the light bite Shiro just gave him, and Keith is struck dumb for a few moments.

He heaves a couple of breaths before the word reach him. He carefully lowers his leg from Shiro's shoulder and starts working out of his boxers, already a little embarrassed by his current condition. But it's-- Fine. They both agreed they wanted to do this together.

Once they're off, he sets them aside and reaches for Shiro's face to cup his cheek.]

You really sure you want to do this?

[He still wants to give that option. He still want to give Shiro the chance to make a choice, to say 'no' if he wants. After everything Shiro's been through with the Galra, it's something he wants to make sure he does for him.]

[Keith asks him that question as if he's about to go off to war unarmed and alone. It implies a lot about his former experiences, how he obviously sees the act as something either demeaning or degrading in some way. It's telling that the first way he chose to describe it was going to his knees. Service, not pleasure.

Shiro lets him settle (though he does reach down between them and curl his hand around Keith's dick, giving it a soft caress just to drive his point home) and then leans forward to kiss him,]

Just warn me when you're gonna come.

[He really. Doesn't think Keith's gonna last all that long, but he's still going to do his best.]

[His whole body shudders at the stroke; doing it himself is one thing but he hadn't quite made the jump to prepare for Shiro's hand around him. Keith leans into the kiss hungry, following when Shiro breaks away.]

W-will do.

[Gave Shiro the choice and looks like he's on board. Keith tugs Shiro's head forward a little to press his forehead to him and breathes in deep.]

[Keith had the right of it. Shiro really is a balance of action and words. He believes in saying what he means and doing what he says. He's never let anyone down if he could help it.

So, he rests there a moment, breathing the same air. Then,]

I love you.

[Because Keith needs to hear it more than he prefers to be private. Then he breaks away and shifts back to his original position between Keith's thighs, hooking his left hand under Keith's knee to put it back over his shoulder.]

Grab my hair if you need to. I'll enjoy it.

[He almost feels like he has to add that last bit, otherwise Keith will think it's just something he's saying for his convenience and wellbeing. Then he leans in and tongues at the head of Keith's dick, slow and teasing.]

[An odd sensation comes over him, feeling his heart go weightless hearing Shiro say those words, and then start racing when his tongue gets to work. Keith can't stop the instinctive way his hips jerk up at his mouth. He settles himself back down, digging his heel into Shiro's back to ground himself.]

Mm-might take you up on that.

[Because holy hell. Shiro's barely started and he's already this sensitive.]

[Shiro huffs a laugh, but he's done talking for right now. Instead, he props his elbow up on the mattress and, gripping the base of Keith's dick he strokes it once and then slides his mouth over the head, sealing his lips. It has been a while, and he's trying to remember what Jae-min showed him about doing this-- so while Shiro isn't exactly unsure of himself, he's the slightest bit tentative, mostly just mouthing at the head or tonguing the slit.

He keeps his attention on what's going on with Keith. The rate of his pulse, his breathing, the noises he makes, and whether or not he's pressing his heel in hard against his shoulderblade. He's strung taut, every new pressure singing a new chord of tension in him.

Shiro lets his hand fall away, curling around Keith's thigh as he takes Keith further into his mouth. He won't gag if he just focuses on staying relaxed, and that's what he intends to do.]

[Shiro goes down further, and Keith inhales sharply. The warmth around him is bliss. The hand on his thigh keeps him from hiking it too high up at least. While he's hoping it's not obvious it's his first time receiving, Keith knows it's... hard to hide.

He's breathing in deep and rolls his hips up once, experimentally, just a little. Christ.]

Shiro... [His voice is already thick and now he can't trust himself to make any other words with this mouth of his. Instead he does reach down and rest his hand in Shiro's hair, not gripping it yet. Just tentative.]

[It literally could not be more obvious. Keith, you fool.

But he doesn't mind. He just keeps at it, taking Keith all the way in until he's nosing up against his pubes, lightly stroking the outside of his thigh just to give him another point of contact to stay grounded with.

It takes him a few moments to adjust to the sensation. Not being able to breathe properly or swallow much (although he can, if he focuses on doing just that.) He hums a little, just for the sensation, and reaches over the top of Keith's leg to where his hand is tangled up in Shiro's hair. He pushes a little against the back of it, an unspoken invitation to go ahead. It'll help him establish a rhythm that works for them both.]

[Keith gulps down a breath and goes with the touch, slowly gripping his hair and giving a gentle tug. But he bites down on his lip to stifle the groan in his throat. He doesn't want it heard.

He probably should have expected Shiro to go this hard, but it still somehow surprises him. Not in a bad way, but he was in no way prepared for it. He tugs again at his hair, shifting his hips up with it, setting the slow rhythm for them. But he's still biting back his noises and letting his head rest back against the pillows he set up.]

[It's a habit you get into in the barracks, not letting anyone else hear you. Shiro can guess that he's holding back - the stuttered exhalations are more than enough. Again, it's a sign of just how deeply ingrained it is that Keith doesn't feel entitled to pleasure. He swallows thickly, and then pulls back from Keith's dick, shifting so he can jerk him off slowly instead.]

Hey.

[A kiss to the jutting bone of his hip, as Shiro looks up at him.]

I want to hear you.

[Shiro pops off and Keith feels like he can take in a full breath for a second. He looks down at him, moving his hand to stroke along his cheekbone. He wants to ask why. He's learning to hold those kinds of questions to himself. He's still jerking up into Shiro's hand while he tries to get his words together.]

Y-yeah? [God, he needs his brain working better.] All right. All right.

[Shiro absolutely takes that opportunity to bite at the inside of his thigh again, a little harder this time than last, before he laves the spot with his tongue.

Then he licks a strip up the bottom of Keith's dick, mouths at it and then takes it back into his mouth and all the way down with one sure motion. He slides his hand up along Keith's side, scraping his nails against his ribs hard enough to leave marks.]

[Oh god he's going to die from this. He gasps, feeling his back arching up off the bed for a second. Shit shitshit, he covers his mouth with his hand to muffle the moan that gets out of him. His other hand stays in Shiro's hair, gripping and pulling hard.

It's everything, it's all the sensations at once getting him close to the edge here.]

[The way he arches off the bed, the muffled groan-- it's enough that Shiro's fingers spasm against Keith's side, hard and there's a groan stifled around his dick.

He pulls back just enough to tongue at the tip of Keith's dick, lapping at the pre-cum beading there. He brings his hand back down to wrap it around the base and just squeeze, before he leans in and seals his mouth again just above it.]

[He closes his eyes tight, tugging hard at his hair. He almost whimpers when Shiro pulls off and only squeezes.

This is the worst. He doesn't know what he should be doing right now, he needs to do something but all that's coming out is a moan muffled into his hand trying to bite down on his lip.]

Shiro-- Almost.

[He rubs his head encouragingly against Keith's thigh, letting him know it's all right. Hearing him on the edge is-- driving him a little wild, but he still wants to get him off, wants to taste him.

(His jaw's a little sore. It really has been a while.)

He strokes Keith's length with a tight grip, squeezing the way he knows he likes it, but there's also a part of him that desperately just wants to hold his hand. Hard to do both with only one, so he'll settle for this now. As soon as Keith comes, though, all bets are off and Shiro will hold his damn hand if he pleases, thanks.]

[He drags his heel hard up against Shiro's back and brings his hips up off the bed against his mouth and hand. His toes curl and he pulls at Shiro's hair hard when he comes.

He feels Shiro's hand taking his as he tries to come down from it, breath shaky. He looks down at him and swallows.]

That, um. [Fuck, his voice right now.] Thanks.

[He doesn't back off right away, enjoying the aftershocks of the orgasm and the way Keith shakes beneath him. He backs off just to swallow and then lifts their joined hands to wipe at his mouth with the back of his.]

You're welcome.

[He leans down and kisses the corner of Keith's mouth.]

But you don't have to thank me.