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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 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.]

Any other things you like?

Just-- just you.

[Honestly Keith could do nothing more than crawl back up and kiss him for the rest of the night and he'd still be over the moon. Shiro really is not fussy.

When Keith kisses his hand, he slides his palm over his cheek, thumbing at his mouth. Christ, he looks so good like this.]

[Not helpful beyond letting Keith know he could screw up and Shiro probably wouldn't say anything.

He won't do that. But it's nice to know there's some leeway.

Keith turns his head to kiss his thumb, carefully bite it between his teeth.]

[He is definitely going to watch that, thanks, mouth slightly open, breathing heavy.

Although after a second--]

Okay, none of that near anything sensitive, please.

[aka: don't get any ideas, keith!!

Things he doesn't much care for: pain. If Keith wants to leave hickeys on him, he's welcome to, but anything beyond that and he'd have to draw the line. Pain isn't something he feels the need to reclaim for himself, he just doesn't want to be in it.]

[Keith grins up at him, hollows out his cheeks sucking on it before letting it go.]

Yes, sir. Keep it off sensitive areas.

[Even with the 'yes, sir', he still sounds a little too pleased with himself having seen how Shiro was watching. He readjusts himself on his elbows, the one hand still stroking him hard, his free hand reaching to cup his balls, give a little squeeze, nothing as hard as he's squeezing his dick. He licks up the underside of its length and takes a deep breath before he wraps his lips around it again.]

[Keith you are an absolute menace. Shiro's hips jerk forward without conscious thought, he presses his hand down across the hollow of his iliac crest as if to prevent himself from doing it again.]

Actually--

[Revenge is sweet. Ish.]

I'll warn you when I'm close. I want to have you inside me when I come.

[Saying that feels a little obscene, but he does it innocently enough, voice husky and low. He watches Keith as he says it, the faintest hint of a smile curving his mouth up at the corners.]

[Keith's eyes blink up past what he's doing up at him. If that's what Shiro wants, he'll have to work on that. He rubs his thumb against his balls once, then trails it down to press against his pucker.

Sort of silently asking here?

Just so Shiro has a hard time answering, Keith takes him in a little deeper in his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks around him.]

[Joke's on you he's very resilient. Give him a second. He breathes a little, breath hitching as he lets his gaze unfocus on the ceiling. Then, with an effort.]

Yeah. No idea if there's any ten thousand year old lube lying around [things he doesn't want to examine too closely: that.] - but just-- go slow and saliva should be okay for now.

[He can't help the strategizing. It's too much a part of who he is. Sorry, Keith.]

[Keith cuts him a look at that before he slides off, leans further up and squeezes his dick a little harder.]

Definitely not.

[Saliva is never okay for this!! As shitty as his experiences have been, he knows that much at least.]

[Shiro just-- sighs at him. He had said for now. He's not anywhere near enough of a masochist to want to rawdog a dick ok???]

All right, all right. But then we're going to have to find something. And we may as well look before we get too far.

[Keith watches his face, then leans down to kiss his chest. Then he's up and off the bed.]

I'll find something.

[He means it. Keith isn't about to do that to him, so he pokes his head into the bathroom and starts digging around to see what he can find. He finds his spoils in a bottom drawer, a small handful of bottles. He can't make out the writing, but the logos are suggestive enough, and squirting a small bit to his fingertip answers it for sure.

He nods and leans in the bathroom doorway sort of just looking at it, still naked and aroused.]

So... in you, huh?

[Shiro just shifts himself into a more comfortable position on the bed, curls a hand around his dick and strokes himself a little to stay hard. It isn't difficult to maintain, especially not when Keith pops back around that corner.

Shiro just... looks at him, and as much as it's a hungry expression, it's also achingly tender.]

Do you need me to be vulgar about it? I can be.

[He raises an eyebrow as he says that, the slightest bit cheeky.]

I don't know that you have a vulgar bone in your body.

[Not that he's seen anyway. The longer he looks at Shiro laying there, the more nervous he gets. It's absurd; they've already had each other's dicks in their mouths, he can't guess why standing there nude makes him anxious. He does know that Shiro said he wants something, so Keith's going to give it to him.

He walks back over in a few long steps and sits back down, kind of stretching across Shiro's legs and looking over the bottle he brought back.]

I'm pretty sure this is lube.

[Well, that's his bluff called. Shiro can be... occasionally less than perfectly polite, but it's a Mood, and he isn't anywhere near that place yet. When Keith comes back, he nuzzles at whatever part of him is within easy reach (in this case, his free hand) and then just. Nods. Not going to think about it. They're using the bed of a married couple. There's bound to be-- other accouterments that go along with that. He takes the little bottle and tips it into the light so he can see how much is in it, and then--]

Do you want me to do it?

[He doesn't mind. Maybe Keith's feeling awkward about it.]