[ there is such a fucking expansive list of reasons why this is a terrible idea. over the years, keith has gotten far better at exercising restraint and judgment rather than flying high on impulses and throwing up middle fingers to the world, though it hasn't always been easy. especially when something feels so right that it resonates with the core of his soul.

see, right now it's not that keith can't see that obliging shiro in this won't lead to potential embarrassment if lance or pidge, or hell even the wolf, happen to pass by at an inopportune moment, it's that shiro is a fantasy ripped right out of his filthiest dreams, laid back, pecs out and begging to be marked.

shiro's always gorgeous, of course, but he isn't usually so brazen and open about how he wants keith to touch and claim him. keith groans, finally understanding why his boyfriend had been so adamant about making him state all his dirty wants out loud because fuck, watching shiro presenting himself in this fashion is hitting so many buttons that keith is starting to wonder if everything is just going to be a fucking button when it comes to this amazing guy.

his amazing guy.

his amazing guy who makes an excellent point. ]

Heh. Can't argue with that. There are a lot of people who need to be taught that here.

[ keith scoots up higher, to straddle shiro's thighs, putting both his bayard and knife off to the side. he keeps their dicks squeezed together in his right hand, pumping steadily as he leans forward, faces hovering above shiro's. ]

You need that refresher too, don't you big guy...

[ not just for when they're together in prison, but beyond that. when they're home, in their own realities, incalculably far apart and separated by space and time, shiro will still be keith's. lizard brain thoroughly appeased, keith pumps his fist up and down their combined shafts as he dips low to suck at the hollow of shiro's throat. ]

So tell me. Nice and loud. Who do you belong to?