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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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[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.]

...Yes.

[It's purely strategic that he says it, and not at all nerves. He wants to see how Shiro likes it done for himself, how much he likes to use. He wants to know for the future. Keith leans down, kissing his stomach, giving him a light stroke.]

Go for it.

[It'll be awkward, but Shiro's pretty sure he can make it work. He swings one knee up over Keith's shoulder and holds out his palm so Keith can pour the contents of the bottle into it. He then transfers his palm to his abdomen so he can coat his fingers, improvising in lieu of having two hands. He never got this far with Jae-min in the rather limited time they had, but he and Aisha had tried pegging a few times. He isn't especially experienced in knowing what he likes, but he'll put on a show for Keith all the same.]

Keep going.

[With the hand on his dick, he means. It'll help, since-- you know. One hand. Can't multitask with quite that level of dexterity. Getting his hand twisted around beneath him involves dropping his shoulder and arching his back a little, but he manages. He digs his heel in against Keith's back, pulling him forwards so that Shiro can lean up and kiss him properly.

Then he exhales. Keith seems to have a propensity for teasing him, so he'll carry on like that, stroking down the raphe of the perineum, circling his entrance rather than just impatiently pushing in.

(Shiro can certainly be impatient. Now that they've decided on this course of action he wants to be-- well, decisive about it. He wants to push Keith down on the bed and ride him until the storm outside breaks.)

He lets his teeth catch on his lip as he slips his index finger inside himself. This is something he's never done before-- it was always his partner that tried this part, and if he was going to masturbate he rarely had the time for more than just... quietly jerking off in the shower or his bunk. That didn't take any prep, not the way this does.

He does know better than to tense up. Honestly, being with Keith in this place - even with the bumps they've run into along the way - is still the most relaxed he's been in years. There's the slip of his hand as his first knuckle clears that internal ring of muscle, and then he draws a sharp breath as he works it back and forth. Aisha, too, was always hyperfocused on making sure he was ready, and at least he knows what that feels like for him.]

[He watches, makes some small adjustments when Shiro starts shifting around. When he leans in to Shiro's kiss, he makes sure to get some of the leftover lube on his abdomen coated to his fingers before reaching for his dick again. Keith's own hand isn't quite big enough to stroke them both together; he wishes it was. But Shiro's breaths, the little body shudders, it's more than enough to keep him going.

His free hand he makes sure can keep Shiro's leg steady over his shoulder and sits back a little to watch Shiro work himself open gently. He tries to time his strokes with Shiro's motions, squeeze a little harder than he started with. It's beautiful. Shiro is beautiful, always is, but even moreso like this. He wants to help Shiro come apart at the seams. He can't physically lean down to suck his dick again and keep Shiro's leg hoisted like this. So he focuses on his hand stroking him, kissing and biting gently at the side of his knee since it's closer.]

[He works up to a rhythm when it becomes obvious Keith is trying to match what he's doing. Keith's hand on his dick and those possessive little bites to his thigh give him something else to focus on. What he really misses in this position is being able to kiss him. He wants to be impatient about it, but Keith would never forgive himself if he hurt him - regardless of what he can take, so he forces himself to be slow.

Slow enough that precome is beading at the tip of his dick and he's worked himself into a full-body flush and the noises he's making (noises he's letting himself make) are mostly soft-pitched moans of pleasure.

When his body stops minding the intrusion so much, he pulls his hand away (wipes it on one of those towels they'd brought along) and urges Keith down for another kiss.]

I'm good.

[He only sounds a little breathless.]

You ready?

[Only Shiro would make sex sound like a combat drop, but there you have it. He's spent too long being a military commander.]

[It's the smell that really gets to him - of skin, sweat, that really unmistakable smell of sex. His eyes are half-lidded when Shiro pulls him down to kiss. He's glad he brought the towels over at least. It makes some of this easier.

Shiro asks if he's ready, and he nods. Only needs a minute to spread lube on himself.]

Ready as you are.

[When there's nothing to say no (and he insists on giving those moments, those pauses for Shiro to say 'no' if he wants, giving him that choice the whole way), Keith shifts and lines himself up. He makes sure Shiro's leg is secure over his shoulder and carefully pushes in and god. He pushes in slow, stopping at intervals any time it feels tense or Shiro makes any noise. But he's watching Shiro's face carefully.]

[He hooks his ankles crossed behind Keith's hips, not trying or intending to pull him in any closer. He lets Keith go at whatever pace he wants to set, though not without urging him on with the occasional 'it's all right/I'm good/keep going'. Keith has always treated him well, and Shiro knew that wouldn't change between them with this new dimension to their relationship, but it's-- oddly endearing to see just how hard he's trying to be gentle.

Gentleness in and of itself isn't something that ever came easily to Keith. He grew up too hard, too fast for it to be an quality he was comfortable nurturing. It's inherent in him, sure, but these things need space and encouragement to grow. Seeing him enact it now is--

(His heart stutters. Love is in every line of him, it sings along every nerve.)

Once Keith's pressed most of the way in--]

Hey.

[He flexes his thighs, pulls Keith in flush against him. It's-- exhilarating, overwhelming, a million different things at once, like the first time he was in Black and felt her mind open to him when she took him to Daibazaal. It's a conglomerate of sensations, enough to elicit a dizzy little groan out of him, pitched low.

Then it's a hand to the back of his neck, pulling him down. Shiro kisses his cheek, achingly fond.]

You're beautiful.

[Shiro pulls him down and Keith nuzzles against his face. It's sweet. All of this is sweet in a way he isn't used to, but he's glad for. He knows they need to protect the universe, that there are billions of families that need saving. But he'd trade his time as a Paladin for just a little more time of this. Shiro deserves to relax and breathe after everything he's given to the universe.

Keith kisses the corner of Shiro's mouth.] So're you.

[Even back at the Garrison, before Keith really knew how he felt about anyone, any gender, he always thought Shiro was handsome. That morning after rescuing him from the crash, he realized Shiro really was the most beautiful man he'd seen in his life.

He rests his hands on Shiro's thighs against him, gives a little squeeze before he rocks his hips into him once, gentle still.]

[It drags a rough breath out of him, and Shiro closes his eyes, tips his head back against the pillow. It exposes the long line of his neck and he swallows hard, not bothering to muffle the groan.

Keith's hands are occupied and he likes them right where they are, so Shiro takes the initiative in stroking his own dick. He knows Keith will be paying attention to how he does it, so he allows himself to be demonstrative. Speed, relative grip, all of it the way he likes.

With his eyes still closed and him being the slightest bit breathless,]

We aren't complimenting me right now.

[Shh, let him say nice things to you.]

[Both the neck, the stomach, and what Shiro's hand is doing further down are all appealing to watch. But with it exposed, he has to lean down and kiss his neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin there.]

Wanted to anyway.

[And he means it. Shiro is beautiful like this, open and vulnerable. Keith sucks down the sounds Shiro's making in response to his movements. He groans against the skin there when the warmth around his own dick tightens a little before relaxing again.]

Want you to believe it.

[He curls his hand into Keith's hair, holding him there against his neck. He inhales sharply when Keith is sucking at the skin. It's a good burn, solid and real and grounding and there but it's not enough.]

I do.

[It's soft. He's panting quietly between words, flexing his thighs to keep Keith where he is. Having him buried so deeply is heady, he can barely remember what it's like to be just one person anymore.]

I've always believed you, Keith.

[Sometimes working things out for himself is harder, or longer, but he'd never fight Keith's perceptions or what Keith tells him he means to him. He would never be so cruel.]

But you really need to be quiet and bite me right now. Please.

[That's about as dirty-talk as he gets, whoops.]

[Oh, directions. He smirks against the skin and licks the spot he was sucking on. Hearing him pant and feeling him keep Keith so close is intoxicating. More than that, it's encouraging.

Keith is still trying to be gentle, trying not to go hard so this can be something soft for them. But it's clear from the way his hips roll into Shiro that it's an effort to keep it at this rhythm. He hums a bit before raking his teeth over the same spot on his neck. He shifts to keep one hand holding Shiro's thigh and the other to brace him on the bed. He bites down at the spot, gentle at first but gradually harder.]

[He knows better than to push. Shiro combs his fingers through Keith's hair, nails scraping at his scalp, making soft murmurs of sound to encourage him as he bites down. He's not one for pain but this doesn't hurt, it just feels... sharply possessive and warm. It's a sense, a reminder of belonging.

He twitches his hips forward, rocking into Keith. Not hard, but firm enough, and it hits something inside him that has him seeing stars. He can appreciate that Keith wants things slow and careful and sweet and he's entirely into that, but a little faster isn't going to kill either of them.

His nails scrape down from Keith's scalp, across his shoulder (not hard enough to mark, but enough to make the sensation known) and then down against his hip.]

I liked that.

[Affirmation. He knows Keith always appreciates it.]

Christ, Keith, you feel so good.

[Christ, that felt good. Physically, sure, but also just getting that jerk, that abruptness. Keith has to break away from biting him to rest his head on Shiro's shoulder and pant as he changes his motions, going from slow and gentle to slow but firm. He hadn't planned on getting anything out of this and focusing solely on Shiro.

He keeps his head down while he moves, soaking in Shiro's warmth and his smell.]

...You can scratch harder. [He doesn't mind the smaller scratches while he's like this. And maybe while he's marking Shiro with bruises, he wouldn't mind being marked for Shiro.]

[Getting any indication of direction out of Keith is a Big Deal, so Shiro obliges him, digging his nails in along the curve of his shoulderblade, fingers locked as he drags them down alongside his spine. He knows that Keith is focusing wholly on him, unconcerned with his own pleasure, but Shiro is absolutely not going to stand for that. He wants to bring Keith to the brink just as much.]

Hey. Let's swap spots.

[Maybe if he shoves Keith down and rides him...]

Mm?

[He softens his movement a bit, leaning up to look Shiro in the face. He's -- flushed, sweating, breathing hard. Shiro just said he liked what Keith was doing, but maybe he messed up somewhere?

His brows furrow at that thought before he leans down to kiss him soft.]

Whatever you want.

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