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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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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.]

[oh.

well.

that backfired somewhat spectacularly, but Shiro isn't actually going to protest it. He's been very clear about reciprocal sexual experiences, and he'd be a hypocrite if he told Keith no.

He shifts a little, knees apart so there's room for Keith to rest comfortably between his thighs.

He does reach down, though, and cup his cheek.]

You sure?

Pretty sure you declared a challenge like that, so. Yeah. I'm sure.

[He smiles warmly at him, kissing his hip before he settles down between his legs. There's just no way he'll be able to go all the way down; it's not physically possible for him. He'll do what he can, which right now is carefully stroking him and watching Shiro's face as he leans down to kiss the head.]

[Hoisted with his own petard. Shiro just exhales in something too long and steady to really be a sigh, and then lets himself settle back against the pillows. He keeps his hand across his abdomen, not quite stretching out to touch Keith but in close proximity should the desire arise, and then he just- he watches.

He sucks air in between his teeth when Keith leans down like that, and his eyes flicker briefly closed.]

Keith...

[It's not quite protest, not quite prayer. But it's soft.]

Hmm? [He hums against it. Keith gives him a slow, sure stroke, experimenting sucking the head there.

He wants to make Shiro feel good. But he also wants to hear him. Hearing his name with that voice and tone goes straight through him to his dick and he has to pop off to breathe for a second.]

Nothing. Feels-- feels good.

[His fingers flex against his stomach, digging in a little along the raised, ruined ridge of a scar. There's something in the back of his mind-- it's important, he should probably focus on it.

But just seeing Keith like that has him so incredibly riled that it's difficult to form coherent thoughts, let alone any of the words that usually follow.

At length:]

You don't-- I don't expect you to swallow.

[He keeps stroking him in a slow, sure rhythm. He's eyeing Shiro's dick like he's sizing up his meal.]

Yeah, might be a little much. [For now. He'll get to where he can eventually. To punctuate the point, he leans and wraps his mouth around him, a little deeper than just the head and works his tongue along the ridges there.]

[He slides one heel against the sheets, and his throat works soundlessly. His hand slips to Keith's hair, just petting him. Despite the tension in his body, his touch is a bare whisper.

It's a lot. He hasn't been touched like this in-- a while, and watching Keith is an exquisite sort of torture. It's less about what he's doing and more about the fact that he's doing it at all. He's so beautiful. He swallows, hard, and then--]

Mm-- here, like this.

[He slips his hand over Keith's and squeezes, giving him an idea of the baseline pressure he likes. He's not being corrective about it, just demonstrative.]

[Shiro edges his hand down, so he pops off again, stretching his jaw and licking his lips. It's really been a while for him too. Keith hadn't realized it until now. He was worried about gripping too hard. He was worrying for nothing it looks like. He nods, presses in to kiss Shiro's hand and takes over with the harder pressure stroking him.]

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