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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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[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.

Wanted to.

[He lets go of Shiro's hair and uses it to hug his neck, keeping him close.]

D'you really swallow all that?

Wanted to.

[He smiles a little, and very - very - deliberately, licks his lips.]

You taste good.

[Oh jesus. His whole face is red at that and he's looking anywhere else in the room. That's too hot.]

Th-thanks. I think.

[He pushes himself up next to Keith and drapes his arm over him, idly tracing nonsense symbols on his skin. He's still half-hard, but it's not-- urgent, and he'd rather make sure Keith is comfortable and contented.]

You good?

I am. [When Shiro's close, he leans over to kiss him soft.] New to that, 's all.

[With it all out of him, Keith feels boneless and loose. He's practically melting into the mattress and smiles at him.]

You?

Amazing.

[Not an exaggeration. He feels fuckin' great. He drapes a leg over one of Keith's and hooks his heel over Keith's knee, all but sprawling on him.]

Get some rest, huh?

Only if you're staying close.

[The leg hooked around his own is a good sign of that. He leans over to kiss his chin again before tucking his head against him. He knows he hears Shadow at the end of the bed peeking over with a little questioning noise, but she doesn't seem too keen to climb up with them just yet.]

I'm not going anywhere, Keith.

[It's a promise, softly said. They can worry about the thing under the house and all its horrors tomorrow. Tonight, they're at least together.]

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