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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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Think it does too.

[He grabs a towel to start helping Shiro dry off. It amazes him he never sees or hears the servibots, but they're routinely coming through with clean towels, their clothes, the sheets. This is probably the first time they've had work in ages.]

Sort through everything tomorrow?

Yeah.

[Shiro stifles a yawn, and ends up with a towel draped over his head as he heads back to the bed. He lets himself collapse on top of it, stretched out.]

[Keith smirks and makes sure to grab a couple clean towels before following, climbing up to sit on the bed next to where Shiro's sprawled out.]

Got that tired already? [They've barely done anything since they got out of bed. But then again, he has no frame of reference for time here.]

[He leans up on his elbow.]

Not that tired. Maybe I just like the bed.

Oh yeah?

[His grin turns a little more sly.]

It is a nice bed. And it'll suck when we leave and not have it.

Might as well enjoy it while we can, huh?

[He pats the bed beside him, and once Keith is close:]

Any special requests?

[He leans in close, thoughtful.]

Sounded like you had something you wanted to do earlier.

[He tugs Keith down beside him gently.]

If it's something you want. I don't know what your experience is with that, and I don't want to... put anything on you you'd be uncomfortable with.

Pretty sure I can handle it.

[He scoots up close to him at Shiro's tugging and kisses the corner of his mouth.]

Willing to try at least.

[He mulls that over. Works his jaw off to one side, and then nods.]

If you're sure. How do you want to do it?

[Oh Shiro's already thinking too hard about this. Probably better he does that than leave it to Keith.]

Well. I'd say however helps you balance better.

[Like he doesn't wanna point out the one arm, but it's about the one arm.]

Could do it sitting? Or so you can hold the headboard?

[He's still adapting to being without it. He's not sure he wants to trust his balance when every move he makes he's still expecting the weight of the Galra prosthesis to be there. He's better about it now than he was a week ago, but sex can be-- frenetic, and he's not sure it's a good idea to try it when instinct has yet to be countered by insight. But also--]

Do you--

[How does he even phrase this. He coughs, a bit awkwardly.]

Would you want to-- uh. Be on top? I'm-- [god he's so red right now.] A little big. I don't know if you noticed, but it'd-- be a lot, and I don't want to hurt you.

[It's hard not to notice. Keith was making a point of not looking this whole time, but he did catch a glance or two in the shower. Shiro's right about that. It'll take more time of prep work than they'll have here.

He leans in to kiss his cheek.]

We can do that. I just... know what you said before.

[His brow furrows, and he reaches out to grip the back of Keith's neck, bringing him in for another kiss.]

It doesn't matter how we do it. It's still making love. Keith, I just want you to be happy and have a good time.

[Now it's his turn to bed red. It's just so damn sweet. And at the very least, he could make sure Shiro's taken care of.]

Then yeah, let's do it that way. [A way he's never actually done, but Shiro won't be so worried about him being hurt.]

[Okay but first they gon' makeout for days. Shiro gives him a soft little smile and then hauls Keith up to straddle him, one-handed. He's still strong enough to make it look easy, and from there it's just a small matter of leaning up to kiss him again. This one's a little on the feral side, urgent and present and sharp, biting at his bottom lip when they part to breathe. Idly, he drops his hand down between them so he can curl his fingers around Keith's cock and stroke it. There's no real intent there, save to make it feel good.]

Only what you want to do. Okay?

[He's determined to make every experience Keith has with him better than the ones he's had before. Maybe he's a little too concerned with not just-- running roughshod over him and what he might want or like, but it's better than the alternative.]

[He lets himself get manhandled up and sitting on him. Shiro's definitely setting a mood with the kiss, leaving Keith to try and follow after him breathless.

Shiro's being so sweet and considerate while also stroking his dick. It's a weird juxtaposition he's stuck in. He closes his eyes and breathes in deep, rolling into Shiro's hand when it's just the one stroke.]

I just know you hate not following through on what you say you'll do.

[Well, okay, Keith has him there. He laughs a little, settling into a rhythmic stroke, thumbing the head of Keith's dick with rather more pressure. Keith's always been very physically expressive - every little twitch, sharp inhalation and bitten off moan are like some sort of music.

Shiro kisses at his neck, biting down hard and then pulling away. It's in between quick presses of his mouth to Keith's collarbone that he speaks again--]

I know. And believe me, I want you. But the last thing I want is to rush this, either.

[Shit shitshit, he can't not move with Shiro's hand. He started soft, but it won't take long if he keeps at that.

The bite has him groaning behind his teeth.]

Def-definitely shouldn't rush that, no. [It's hard to ignore just how big Shiro is.] We've got time to work on it.

[His hand stills, just a little. Then,]

Would you want that?

[It's Important.]

[His impulse is to say yes. But that's not the answer with any thought. He trails his fingers along Shiro's chest, tracing a scar across one pec.

Does he? He thinks so. He thinks he'd like it to be equal, that they can both do that for each other.]

I do. Eventually, I do.

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[He trembles, just a little, as Keith touches that scar. Not quite a flinch, it's simply a concomitant reaction to having him in proximity.]

Okay.

[That's enough for him. He'll take it, and if Keith needs some time to build up to the idea he won't push, or bring it up again until he does. Whatever it takes to make sure he's looked after, Shiro doesn't mind doing it.]

We'll worry about that later. For now-- I think I was in the middle of something.

[He doesn't have to get him off with a handjob, but he can get him close.]

Oh, yea-ah.

[Shiro goes back to work on him when he'd already forgotten it. His nails dig at the skin on Shiro's chest in reaction before he scales it back. Two can play that game. He reaches behind him, feeling for and stroking one finger along the inside of Shiro's thigh.]

[It gets a sharply indrawn breath for his struggles, and Shiro leans in to bite at him again. At this rate, Keith's going to be a motley assortment of blue-green before they get back to the others on Earth.

He laves at the spot with his tongue, but keeps stroking Keith in sure motions, twisting his hand a little. Once spots of precum bead on the head of Keith's dick, he swipes it off with his thumb, leans back and then meets Keith's eyes as he lifts his hand to lick it off.

Smugly.]

[His eyes transfix on Shiro's mouth, then at his eyes watching Keith's. Oh, it's on now. His breathing's heavy as he leans in to kiss his neck, making his way down to the collarbone, his chest.

It doesn't require a map to know where Keith is going as he slides further down. If nothing else, he's determined.]