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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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[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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