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[ held in strong arms, kissed by sweet lips, and told that he’s loved in his favorite voice, shiro is over the moon, part dazed by the overwhelming shock of it all. he had warning. keith all but said he was in love with him with that plea for shiro to allow him to. this is so much more, though. it floors him, it winds him, it has him going giddy, because keith is laughing as he keeps reworking those words over and over, restating his devotion until there isn’t a shred of uncertainty between them. shiro can only smile in response, face still right in front of keith’s to stare into those eyes. he has things to say, the obvious being that he loves keith, too; love me and i’ll love you, too, remember? the exchange isn’t that simple, though. shiro’s love isn’t conditional like that; he came to the realization some time earlier and would, hopelessly, love keith regardless of keith’s own feelings on the matter. the fact that keith does love him in the same capacity hits him hard, emotion clogging his throat and striking him mute as keith keeps carrying, keeps moving until the outside world is shut out with the closing of the automatic door.

you know that?

shiro gives one, two nods of his head, smile going shy. truthfully, he doesn’t know that. or didn’t, more like. but now he does and… goodness, isn’t that wonderful? keith’s already spoiled him throughout these years, doing everything in his power to keep their friendship alive – to keep shiro alive. having keith in his life as his best friend is already a gift, but to have this boy fully devoted to him, both in body and heart…?

it isn’t often that shiro looks back on the moments of his life, to thank the universe for leading him through necessary steps to bring him to his current situation. there are reasons to, honestly. his muscular dystrophy diagnosis set such a low bar for everyone’s expectation of him that it fueled an unbeatable drive to excel. the failure of kerberos and exposure to the galra gave him an insider’s knowledge of their enemies. the betrayal of galaxy garrison put four cadets in the desert to find him, as well as the blue lion. the metal arm is ugly and horrific, but it’s useful, making him far more valuable to the team than he would be without it. most days, shiro lacks the mental energy to consciously acknowledge the good in the bad, but here, right now, as keith lies him down on the bed, shiro can see it all with clarity.

every moment of his life, even the painful, half-remembered ones, have led him to keith bending over him to cup his face and press a kiss to his mouth. doctor visits, gladiator matches, space battles, and porn prison sheets have made it possible for keith to fall in love with him and for shiro to fall in love with him in turn. how can he not be grateful to the universe? ]

Yeah.

[ breathless, that’s what shiro is, the word coming out faint and awed. the loop of his arms has unwound, but his hands are still on keith, gripping his shoulders to keep him close. ]

I don’t want to share you with anyone else, not even myself.

[ well, the other version of himself: keith’s shiro. he knows what he said before, what he’s been saying for awhile now, but truthfully, deep down, when he buries beyond the obligation and logic of their situation, shiro holds a desire to remain with this keith. he doesn’t want to start over. he’s not even sure he can. ]

You’ll find a way, won’t you? You’re so good at finding ways to bring us back together.

[ keith defies all expectation. he’s the boy who continually tells the universe to fuck off as he reshapes the trajectory of their lives, just to keep them in each other’s orbit. if anyone can figure it out, keith can. ]

Please. [ a twinge of desperation leeches at his voice. ] I love you. Please… keep me. I can’t be without you.

[ it'd be an outright lie to say that keith is surprised by the reciprocation. different realities or not, there'd been so much overlap in their shared history that it'd been easy to slip into the mindset that they know each other inside and out all the same. the fact is, it really shouldn't have been easy at all.

his shiro has a head of snow-white hair and a missing right arm. his shiro occasionally stares off into space with a despondent look on his face. his shiro would rather be in pidge's company than in his.

this shiro isn't like that at all. he's from an earlier point in keith's life, and maybe hopefully will go on to have a much kinder future than the one his own shiro got. their relationship in porn prison has been heavily influenced by ridiculous circumstances, but through it all keith's never truly doubted that this shiro cares. love may have been a little bit of wishful thinking, but that was always there, imperceptibly woven into the fabric of their friendship.

because nothing else would make sense of the way they hold each other at night with soft eyes and even softer kisses.

so even if keith can't say he's wholly surprised by hearing those words echoed back at him, he's throughly, completely thrown off guard and winded by the sheer depth of shiro's feelings. the one and only time they'd ever brought up how they felt about each other before had ended with shiro reminding keith of the shiro waiting back in his reality.

the outpouring of honesty lands like a punch to the gut as keith finally, finally understands that it's not just him who has difficulty saying what he wants. it's his best friend and boyfriend, too.

heart aching as he looks down to hold shiro's gaze, keith can't help being a little overwhelmed. he's always wanted the best for shiro, for shiro to be safe and happy and now....? there's a real weight on his back, huh? despite realities and obligations keeping them apart, shiro wants -- no, needs him to find a way to make things work so they can be with each other.

it doesn't matter that keith has no fucking clue how this might be accomplished. hell, it doesn't matter that this might even be impossible. he's brought his shiro back from beyond before ... this, in comparison, has to be doable. has to be because he can't bear the thought of the hope being extinguished from this boy's eyes. ]

I'll find a way.

[ promises like that shouldn't be made when there's no guarantee, but it doesn't matter. keith means every syllable. ]

I promise. As long as it takes, I'll find a way.

[ holding shiro's face in his, keith holds eye contact making sure shiro can see and hear his conviction before leaning down to press their lips together. ]

I love you. And I'll never give up on you.

[ promise sealed with a kiss, keith deepens the kiss with a swipe of his tongue to taste his gorgeous boy. slowly, his hands start coming down, fingers happily splaying in the mess of their combined cum on shiro's chest and dragging it down to his abs and smearing it furhter oto shiro's pants. ...well, his dad's pants. there's a weird joke to be made in that, maybe, considering shiro's latest pet name, but keith spares only a beat to huff before starting to tug the waistband to strip him down further. ]

[ true. promises like that really shouldn’t be made on a whim, not when there is so little to fill in the emptiness of such a reassurance. the thing is, though, that it isn’t empty, because keith is the one making it. most days, shiro doesn’t believe in much of anything. teamwork, the value of hard work, perseverance, the good of the universe: yes, yes, yes, yes, everything gets a checkmark next to it, not because shiro is genuine in his belief, but because it is necessary that he upkeep the illusion that he does. most days, shiro doesn’t even believe in himself. hard to, when he shuts down at certain stimuli, can’t remember certain things, functions in a torn apart body, has a lion ejecting him into space – the point is, every day is a test of endurance and shiro is doing his best to simply exist.

keith is the exception. if shiro believes in anything, it’s this boy.

so shiro doesn’t balk at the readiness of keith’s words; he simply believes them. it’s the quickest shiro has ever come to calm, all doubt and all second guessing gone quiet in his head as he merely opens his mouth obediently and allows keith to taste him as deeply as he likes. tongue touching his, shiro moans easily and goes pliant, only moving to allow keith room to pull his pants down lower. yes, he wants the clothing gone, because he wants to be bare and open for keith to take him… but this necessitates the kiss being broken, to which he laments with a whine. still, he moves as needed, sitting up on his elbows to watch keith fiddle with the clasps of his boots.

he sighs now, smiling small and looking dreamy with it. ]

That’s my Keith. [ so sure. So dependable. So ready to take on any obstacle. ] My strong, beautiful Keith…

[ he’s languid in the moment, lounging on his arms and watching keith undress him, but soon, shiro sits up further to shrug out of his ~~daddy~~ vest and pull the shirt over his head. to the floor they go, piling close to his now discarded boots. keith’s finishing with his pants and underwear now and once free, shiro leans back into the pillow, dragging one leg up, bending the knee and planting the foot. ]

I didn’t think I could have this. Thought I was too far gone to find love. You make it so easy, though. [ that ceiling pointed knee knocks to the side, fanning out his leg to a forty-five angle and teasingly opening himself up. he exhales a soft, amused sound, smile still lazy. ]

You’re kind of irresistible, you know that?

[ there's little denying that keith is ecstatic about every moment of this. shiro lying back, cooing soft words as he allows keith to slowly take off the rest of his clothing is satisfying in a whole different way than the usual morally charged race to nudity. this way, keith gets to brush up and down shiro's strong quads, squeezing down the line of his calves just because he fucking can, and keith can't help the moony smile on his lips.

he's just finished relaxing the laces and pulling off shiro's boots when his boyfriend coos. that's my keith. briefly, keith freezes, his heart stopping for just a moment. that's the keith i remember. it's another time, another place. with a clone who looked at him with wildly different eyes.

my strong, beautiful keith.

blinking back into the present, keith gets impossibly soft-eyed as he drops the boots onto the floor, gaze fixed on his boyfriend with his heart beating even faster in his chest. he never did find out what the hell that's the keith i remember was supposed to mean, but context would suggest violent and murderous wouldn't be too far off the mark.

strong and beautiful though. keith basks in shiro's affection like he's just discovered a gorgeous nebula as his boy strips off the daddy vest and shirt. now completely nude with his legs splayed just so as to draw keith's attention to the soft cock between them, keith thinking this is it. this is what the pinnacle of happiness looks like. he's ascended into pure giddy weightlessness. untethered to the laws of physics and multiple realities. ]

I'm irresistible.

[ keith huffs in delighted disbelief, fingers brushing over shiro's cum drenched bread abs. ]

I can't stop looking at you or touching you -- not even to undress myself! So what does that make you, huh? Tell me.

[ giving shiro's nipple a playful pinch, keith laughs and shakes his head. ]

I've never met anyone more deserving of love than you, Shiro. There's so much of you to love, heh. I don't think there's enough time in the world for me to do it properly.

[ what does that make shiro? a problem. that’s the only appropriate thing to call him if he is preventing keith from stripping himself down to show off that beautiful, gorgeous body of his. on a normal day, problem isn’t thought in such jest but thankfully, today is not a normal day and so, shiro is wrapped up in that continued haze of sweet, submissive feeling, thinking very little of himself beyond doing whatever he can to make this boy happy.

that doesn’t mean he has another answer readily available, though. just as well, because keith doesn’t wait for one. he teases in voice and in touch, fingers pinching at shiro’s still cold-hardened dime, to which shiro gives a pleased, wanting sound. the splay of his bent leg opens further and then he’s drawing up his other leg, mirroring the position to have both legs spread outward. ]

I like how you’ve loved me so far.

[ properly or not, shiro has no complaints. well, okay, he has one, but his only complaint is the one keith has promised to remedy: the time limit. sighing softly now, shiro smiles dreamy and warm, lids lowering to give him a hooded, shy look. ]

And now you’re gonna love me a new way.

[ his hands find the back of his thighs and then he’s grasping, pulling, lifting just a little, putting his ass on display in wordless offer. is this good? is this pleasing? this is what keith wants, right? he presses his front teeth to his bottom lip, digging hard for a long beat before releasing to confess: ]

I’m a little nervous… even though I know you’ll take care of me.

[ still freshly doe-eyed over the enormity of loving shiro, keith is visibly reluctant to take his hands off his boyfriend but finally gets to the task of loosening up the armor encasing his legs. after all, if there's not enough time, then there's even less reason to be spending what time does exist mostly dressed while the love of his life is on full display and waiting to be taken care of.

except waiting isn't really what shiro's doing at all. just as keith loosens up the guards on his left leg, shiro is in motion in his peripheral vision. keith swivels, tracking instinctively only to suck in an audible breath as shiro spreads his thighs and rolls up to lift his ass.

there's no reason the sight of a guy presenting this way for him should suck all the air out of his lungs. even for a cliché it's so painfully cliché that there probably ought to be a new word invented for this exact phenomenon. and all the same, keith is helplessly drawn into the cortex currently posing as his boyfriend, heart hammering so fast that he forgets to breathe as drinks up every last detail of shiro's ass from cheeks to a tight pink hole. keith could spend an embarrassing amount of time simply drooling over the sight, but mercifully his chest starts to burn and keith sputters on his next inhale instead. ]

Oh... oh my god?

[ shit. his voice doesn't sound right. pitched high, his voice threatens to crack on the questioning tone, and keith quickly clears his throat and impaitnetly rips the armor off his leg and tosses it ... somewhere. wherever it lands, keith isn't looking because his eyes are on shiro's face, joy absolutely brimming on his face. ]

I'm a little nervous, too. Because I wanna make you feel as incredible as you make me feel.

[ and having said as much out loud, keith lets out a nervous laugh as he grapples with the last chunk of armor on his other leg. ]

You've set the bar so high, big guy. And it's your first time, so it's gotta be so perfect.

[ is he capable of that? perfection isn't keith's strong suit, but at the same time... he's not a total virgin who's never used his dick to get someone else off before. all the same, it's entirely different. keith doesn't want to think about other times and other people he's been with. he wants to master shiro specifically and learn what it is that shiro needs.

chucking the other guard aside with the same amoutn of care as the last, keith finally gets to unzipping his undersuit and sheepishly feeding his already half-hard dick back through the cut in the front to finally strip nude and position himself on his knees between the split of shiro's legs. hands pressed to the underside of shiro's thighs, keith gives them both a generous squeeze as he leans low to press a gentle kiss to one knee. ]

So maybe if we're both nervous, that cancels it out.

[ or something. nerves don't work remotely like that. in fact, they usually exacerbate each other, but still. keith's touch stays gentle as fingers gently trace up the inside of shiro's thigh, roaming lovingly over his sack and lower to tease at the perineum. ]

I'm going to take good care of you, Shiro. Nothing's going inside until you feel ready.

[ a promise keith seals by lifting his hand up to give his index a long lick. once wet with saliva, he gives shiro's hole a light playful tap before rolling the pad of his finger along the outside of the rim. as oromised, there's no pressure, just the lightest of touches to familiarize shiro with being touched here. ]

[ a perfect first time… – the goal is a familiar one. not all that long ago, shiro had been the one coaxing keith to lay back and allow himself to be led through his pleasure, every one of shiro’s touches guided by the knowledge that it was their first time together. somewhere in the midst of the anonymous reveal and keith’s resistance to let himself unravel, the goal of sweet, soft, and slow went astray. so had that time been a worthy “first”? had it been perfect?

shiro comes back with a resounding yes in mind, feeling too content and adoring to find any fault in how their first official coupling played out. will something similar happen this time, too? his stomach does a little swoop and flip at the thought, his nervous energy still present, but not increasing in the least. it would still be perfect, he concludes, because it’s a first time spent with keith, his greatest friend and most precious person in his entire universe.

he should say as much. he should reassure his boyfriend that no bar is too high for keith to reach; that he’s already well on his way to setting a new bar for shiro to fret over next time. but keith is throwing pieces of armor and stripping that suit down, stalling shiro’s blinks and drying his mouth. flopping his tongue slow and useless inside, it sticks to the roof of his mouth for a moment and then he forces a swallow. it doesn’t matter how many times he’s seen keith strip now – sometimes, shiro is the one doing it – it’s still an all encompassing action, like a tractor beam pulling him in.

the next few moments are a haze of feel good sensation, shiro’s head light and dizzy with how hard his heart is pumping in his chest. as odd as it sounds, keith looks like he belongs there between his legs: fluid in his movements and confident despite the continued comments about nervousness. shiro is in good hands. the best hands. one of which is teasing low, making shiro’s toes point and curl as his thighs quiver. there’s no way around it though, being touched there is strange. not bad strange, but – yes, strange. the spread of saliva doesn’t go far, but what it does touch is made moist and tacky. his rim flutters under the caress, reflexive and uncoordinated as his body adjusts to having someone touching there. no, not someone. keith. that makes all the difference in the world and soon, shiro exhales the heavy breath he’d been subconsciously holding, his body melting into the bedding as tense muscle relaxes. ]

You make me feel ready. [ a pause and a quieter: ] You make me feel a lot of things.

[ ready, strong, brave, loved; keith continually helps shiro put himself back together, day in and day out, sometimes in no significant way other than by simply being there. shiro so often tries to keep up the façade that he can stand on his own two feet, but he’s not sure he can. he hasn’t needed to in so long. because keith has been there, saving him and supporting him, making him feel like, no matter how bad things become, he isn’t alone.

… god, it's so obvious now. of course he’s in love with keith. how could he ever not be in love with this boy? ]

So you can… [ hands still gripped at his thighs, shiro tightens his holds and gives one, very faint wriggle to push into the circling of keith’s finger. even as he does this very lewd, very inviting maneuver, he goes shy in the eyes and goes sweet in the smile. ] Please? Make my body ready for your cock.

[ the chronology of their relationship is strange, to put it mildly. they've been together for a while, but even if their having sex together seems like it's been a more recent development, the truth of the matter is that they've been fucking long before they were together at all. unpacking all of it would only keith a massive headache, so he hasn't really made much effort to try.

even so, it'd seemed like a safe bet to assume shiro had never been too enthused with he prospect of anything going inside his ass. after all, anon had never once turned around and presented his own ass at the hole in the door, and shiro has, up until now, never offered himself up in this way. strung along by a hefty dose of hormones and potpourri, keith remains sold wholesale that this change in attitude has everything to do with the fact that they've unlocked a new level of trust and care and love for each other. it makes sense, right? shiro not wanting to be this way with someone he doesn't love and trust.

keith wants nothing more than to prove himself worthy of that level of trust, and yet... the second shiro rocks against the finger pressed to his hole, the signal goes straight to keith's cock and turns sweet, patient intentions filthy. he groans, unable to bat aside the temptation to tease that fluttery hole with more pressure, pushing just hard enough for the tip of his finger to slip inde. ]

Fuck....

[ audibly dazed and dumbstruck with the sight of any part of himself swallowed up in the tight heat of his boyfriend's body, keith is exceptionally sluggish to remember lube is ... actually pretty important.

before the caveman's impulse to slip his finger deeper inside can grow further roots, keith pulls out and settles for teasing around the outer edges of the rim. ]

We need lube for that babe...

[ if he sounds distracted, it's because he is. his eyes stay on shiro's hole, absolutely fucking mesmerized by watching untouched muscles spasm. but having said that out loud, where does shiro keep lube, anyway? does he even have any around at this point? it's at this point that keith finally tears his gaze up to look at shiro's face. ]

Is there any in your locker?

[ that sounds like a good fuck. shiro is stubborn about keeping his eyes open and his neck craned, watching everything there is to see in keith's reaction to him, rather than giving himself over to the sensations bombarding him. those are just as overwhelming and addictive, so potent from the smallest of touches. he continues to cling to the word strange, despite having done this countless times to keith and others throughout his life. he knows the routine of it, so, in theory, nothing about this should be surprising; he even knows that it's meant to feel good. still, his rim opens with the increased pressure of keith's fingertip, barely doing anything that constitutes as a stretch and he sighs oh, body warm and pounding with heartbeat, with blood, with dizzying feeling.

it hardly lasts any significant length of time. keith's eyes are absolutely gorgeous: dazed and mesmerized, they're stuck on shiro's most intimate area, and it's so embarrassing, how shiro is mesmerized by keith being mesmerized, the two of them stuck in this mesmerized loop. fucking ridiculous. shiro is deaf to any self-awareness though. the only thing that has him breaking his stare is that the pressure retreats. not entirely, of course. the slow churning of keith's finger at his rim keeps him breathing shallow, his hole now rhythmically clenching and relaxing, trying to catch that finger if it traces too close.

keith's fingers are tiny, is his take away thought. that hadn't even been a finger. it had been the barest hint of a fingertip. a finger will be thicker, longer. two fingers more so. and then Keith's cock? with all of its raised ridges? shiro bites his lip, wondering if he's ready for that.

We need lube –

yes. yes they do. then keith can slip right inside and work him open and –

is there any in your locker?

is there any in… does he have any… what did he do with that lube bottle…? shiro had one originally, one that he periodically used over the months of being here. he'd even used it with keith once for his birthday. but since then…

it takes his slowed brain a few moments to put it together, of how keith is his own lube dispenser and how, during the following day's cleanup, shiro had laughed and thrown the bottle away. the contents had dwindled low, though there would have been enough for another few couplings. there would have been enough for now.

realization dawns and horror comes in swiftly behind. ]

Oh fuck. [ he let's go of his thighs, ass flopping to the bedding and jostling everything that had felt so nice a moment ago. those hands come up to his face instead, palms pressing into his eyes and then running down. ] No. No I don't have any.

[ his job is to please keith and how is he accomplishing that? by neglecting to keep lube stocked? idiot. so shameful. so unprepared. ]

I'm sorry. [ and now he's moving, trying to roll over so he can get up and off the bed. ] I'll take care of it. I'll go get some right now.

[ it's a little jarring how quickly shiro shifs from budding arousal to self-reproach. keith barely gets a chance to blink before the lovely view he had of shiro's ass is promptly taken away and his boy starts clambering out of bed.

perhaps just as funny as shiro's switch in demeanor then, is keith's. from confused one beat to damn near offended for having his prize taken away so soon, keith possessively grabs hold of shiro's hips with a growled: ]

No!

[ the word comes out more forcefully than intended, clearly startling keith himself in the process as he blinks and looks towards shiro's face, a hot flush spreading across his cheeks. he hiccups a far gentler laugh when they lock eyes, the vice grip he had on shiro loosening quickly. ]

Heh. I didn't mean to get loud. I just want you to stay and be comfortable. So don't be sorry. We can use...

[ fuck. self-consciousness makes keith lose his nerve for a moment, expression shy as his thoughts circle around the absurdity of his hybrid biology. frankly, keith isn't sure when or if the copious amounts of slick his body can produce will ever feelnormal, but for now that isn't the point.

whether his body is normal, abnormal, or somewhere in between doesn't truly matter because shiro accepts him as is. and right now? maybe he doesn't have to have any mixed feelings about slickyglands when they provide a neat solution to the problem at hand. ...or heh a messy one, depending on perspective. grabbing hold of shiro's flesh hand, keith squeezes and smiles hopefully. ]

We can use me. Would you like that, babe?

[ keith says no and shiro stops. simple, quick, just like that; even without potpourri sweetening his senses and clouding his mind, so clearly influencing him into a more docile temperament, shiro would be incapable of resisting that, anyway. keith's voice is… holy shit, kind of hot? it's not just the growled word, either. it's the tight grip of keith's hands and the possessive way he keeps shiro close with a domineering reluctance to give up even a fraction of what he deems to be his. shiro often teases Keith about being greedy, but to have that greed spill over into hoarding shiro to himself, well… it seduces shiro's baser instincts.

he shouldn't like this. being bossed around, even in bed, is a fine line to walk with him; sometimes he likes it, sometimes he doesn't. it depends, which is entirely unhelpful when there are no cliff-notes detailing what qualifies in this depends category. keith is a safe-bet when it comes to exceptions and here, it fits for an answer. shiro likes belonging to keith. he wants to belong to him more, both through a thorough claiming of his body and the promise that keith will find a way to defy the pulls of their separate realities.

he's almost disappointed when, not even a tick later, keith goes soft with surprise, face slacking and cheeks filling. the thrill of keith commanding him to stay through sheer force ebbs and shiro sucks in a deep, steadying breath through his nose, busy biting on the inside of his cheek to keep himself from whining. the submissive feeling continues to prevail, leaving shiro pliant and relaxed in the bedding, silently watching keith work through thoughts that play at his features: self-conscious to shy to hopeful. shiro immediately squeezes back because how can he not?

… though, now it's his turn to come to a mental pause, brain trying to work through the suggestion.

use keith?
use keith as a lube dispenser?

moment by moment, his eyes widen and his face warms. a little longer and the smile blooms, curiosity and interest building together as he tries to imagine it. pleasing keith to start the flow, then – what? fingering it out of him to then finger shiro? would keith do it himself or would shiro fit his fingers inside him first? he feels dizzy on the thoughts alone, moaning a weak thing before he's even answered. ]

Yeah. [ breathed out, faint and wanting. ] I want your slick inside me.

[ his cum, too. he wants to be filthy and full of keith in every way. impatient with that desire, he squirms, free hand catching keith's shoulder to tug with no concept of where he's trying to coax keith to go. ]

I can suck you off? Or you can sit on my face? [ he wets his lips, trying to make them more enticing. ] Whatever you want… I'll get you flowing.

[ technically, none of that should come as a surprise. even if shiro hasn't expressed interest in taking keith's cock prior to this, his boyfriend has never shied away from messing around with keith's ass, no matter how messy and alien.

but hearing i want your slick inside me stated so fucking boldly goes straight to keith's cock, pre beading at the tip as if demonstrating readiness. keith huffs once, amused, before giving shiro's hand one more squeeze before letting go. ]

Heh. You're gonna be full of my cum and slick, babe. You won't be able to hold it all.

[ it's a far cry from the gentle promises of taking care of shiro from mere minutes ago, but keith lacks the awareness to pick up on the escalation. how can he, when his lizard brain is stuffed to the brim of shiro's hole, puffy and leaking slick?

propelling himself forward, keith moves through the split of shiro's legs to straddle him at the chest, his own cock in hand as he angles the tip at shiro's face. ]

I'm thinking I'd like to fuck your chest a little while you finger me.

[ a point articulated by giving shiro's left pec a playful squeeze, relenting only to give each delicate bud a light pinch. ]

You'll get my dick wet first, won't you?

[ won’t be able to fit it all, huh? if there is a high risk of it all slipping out, then the remedy would be to plug shiro up, wouldn’t it? does keith want to lend shiro his bunny plug? it had worked wonders for keith; he’d been kept full and wet for hours and hours, the plug only being taken out when shiro had been ready to push inside and make keith fuller. shiro tries to imagine that for himself, what it would feel like to be kept ready for keith, to take him once, twice, however many times keith wants. shiro could be good like that. shiro could be pleasing like that.

the suggestion sits heavy on his tongue and he’s one breath away from offering himself up in that way, but then keith is suddenly clamoring over him, ass coming to sit on his diaphragm. shiro pulls in a deeper breath, fighting against the weight but delighting in it all the same. reflex has his hands coming to grasp keith’s thighs, fingers wrapped at the sides and thumbs pressed into his quads.

a lovely, ridged cock is being angled toward him and before keith’s even cooed a word, shiro’s mouth drops open, head craning up to shave off distance. fuck his chest, finger him open, dick wet – a checklist forms in his head and then he’s bobbling for a nod, even as his mouth continues to hang open. yes, yes, yes, he can do all those things. to demonstrate how eager for it all, wordlessly, he flexes his pecs, bouncing them underneath those pinching fingers.

he flicks out his tongue next, bridging the last bit to get a swipe at that delicious beading of pre at his slit. smacking his lips after the swallow, shiro then huffs. ]

Yeah, I’ll get your dick wet… but you gotta be closer.

[ not that he’ll wait for the scoot. hands shift to grasp keith by his ass, shiro physically hauling keith forward to swallow one inch, two inch, three. he may have overestimated, taking a little too much to have keith’s cockhead bumping his uvula. he coughs once, but that’s it; he squeezes his eyes shut and sucks hard. ]

[ fucking hell. there isn't even a peep of resistance to the plan keith has laid out, never mind the fact that at least one out of three items on that list is something different. new for them, but maybe it's not new for shiro? who could resist fucking that sculpted chest after all?

keith ponders, but not for long. shiro physically grabs him by the ass and hauls him up higher, cock head kissing lips before rapidly being taken in deep. inch by inch. thoroughly unprepared, keith does little more than whine shiro's name, pitched and needy, as hands frame shiro's head, partly smooshing his ears. ]

Oh fuck, Shiro....

[ heart pounding hard in his head and his cock, keith groans, forgetting who the hell is supposed to be in charge because shiro's mouth is hot and wet, and then....there's a cough as his cock head nudges the smooth column of shiro's throat.

re-centering, keith blinks his eyes open, staring open-mouthed at his boyfriend's face as he coos: ]

Fuck, you're so good, babe.

[ caught by a delirious desire to shove his tongue in shiro's mouth to kiss while simultaneously receiving head, keith settles some of that wild energy by combing fingers through cropped hair, before letting go to grab a hold of the bed frame for leverage instead. ]

Unbelievable. Wanna make you mine. Fill up every hole.

[ breathing hard, he adjusts, knees spreading wide to frame either side of shiro's broad shoulders. ]

Gonna take your ass just like this.

[ slowly, gently, keith rocks his hips forward, pressing his cock deeper, pushing into a tight column of muscle. careful, despite not needing to be because he's fucked shiro's throat before and his boy can take the added stretch of his ridges. but that's not the point of this exercise in gentle, shallow thrusts that are little more than his cock head popping in and out as shiro's throat will allow. keith murmurs throughout, controlled despite the breathiness of his voice. ]

Until you're ready for me.

[ shivering, keith nudges his hips cock fractionally deeper, moaning low and throaty as muscle squeezes around the first of his ridges. going against every instinct then, he pulls out completely, shivering as he looks down at his wet cock. breathing hard, he sits lower on shiro's chest, smearing a line of slick from ass down sternum as he moves. ]

[ he already is keith’s. compelled by the truthfulness of that thought, shiro tries to say as much, but with a very full cock in his mouth, shiro manages little more than a shift of his lips and a garble that sounds more like a hum. filling every hole sounds nice, though. keith fucking him all over sounds nice, too. his mouth, his ass, his chest… where else can he fuck him? his thighs? angle just right so those ridges rub against his own cock through the thrust and then unload across his abs, leaving him sticky and marked? shiro wants to be covered with keith’s fluids, both his cum and his slick. bruises and hickeys are wanted, too. he’s still desire drunk on the idea of walking the prison grounds and everyone knowing who he belongs to.

to keith. because they love each other and because keith is going to figure out a way to defy the warden and the universe at large, in order to keep them together.

for having his mouth split wide around cock and for having keith speak such filthy things to him, the look in shiro’s eyes is soft. the adoring quality doesn’t fade even as keith adjusts the placement of his knees, hands squeezing at the bedframe.

gonna take your ass just like this.

he’s going to fuck his throat, isn’t he? guessing at it and then fully committing to it, shiro makes a conscious effort to relax, elongating the breath through his nose to prepare himself for the first rock forward. keith’s cock is a beast to deepthroat on a normal day. the ridges are unlike anything shiro has ever taken and here, with him laid back, it’s honestly daunting enough that shiro fears that he might actually choke. but keith is careful and keith is patient. he takes shiro’s throat in tiny movements, never quite overwhelming shiro’s throat to the point of convulsion.

after the first few pops in and out, it becomes almost relaxing to lie here and be used for keith’s pleasure. throughout, he stares up keith’s body to his face, watching the concentration and attentiveness being reflected back at him. it makes him shiver, that he is the sole focus of keith’s. that keith is this careful with him. odd, really, he’s more accustomed to egging keith on and assuring that he isn’t fragile, that he can take whatever he can dish out. maybe being cared for and loved isn’t as suffocating as he portrays it as; rich that the realization comes when his throat is lodged with a cock that’s pushing deeper.

the pressure relents soon enough and shiro makes a loud gasp as keith scoots back on his chest. wetness outlines the movement and then shiro is trying to breathe and groan at the same time. he sputters and grunts, hands tracing from keith’s ass to his quads, smoothing over to settle on his own chest. ]

Want you so bad. [ fingers slide through the mess, smearing it further along the line between his pecs. it’s not enough yet, not for keith to coat his own cock. ] Feel empty.

[ in his mouth, but down low, too. he’s never known what it feels like to be full, but it doesn’t matter, he’s intimately aware of how lacking it is when he flexes his ass, hole clenching around nothing. his next moan is a pitch higher, coming closer to a whine. he relaxes his shoulders and chest, grasping the sides of his pecs. tension drained, the muscles are more supple as he pushes them in toward one another, bunching them tight. he looks to keith for approval. ]

Good? Are you getting wetter?

[ and then he relaxes that push, opening up the space again to make room for keith to angle his cock. ]

[ it takes keith a couple of breaths to settle after reuniting his cock with his boy's throat. the tight heat hadn't lasted long, but the aftershock of cold air only highlights the sheer perfection that this one guy embodies. heart racing but steadying, keith watches shiro's hands slide up along his chest, pecs firm yet plush and made even more inviting with the hands framing gorgeously sculpted muscle.

good? how is that even a fuckign question? are you geting wetter? this time, keith can't help huffing his bisbelief as he plants his knees into the mattress and angles his cock low, nudging the tip to the channel shiro's made for him. ]

Are either of those real questions?

[ teasing, yet when he holds eye contact, his expression is warm with affection. keith reaches up higher with his free hand, gently cupping shiro's face as he murmurs: ]

I get to make love to the most beautiful, incredible guy I've ever known and you're wondering if I'm turned on?

[ Technically not what shiro was asking, but it amounts to something similar. drawing a sraight line down from shiro's lips to his chest, fingers brush against the slick already spread across skin before pulling shiro's flesh hand away and replacing it with his own. ]

Touch and see for yourself.

[ breathingg out, keith adjusts his grip on shiro's chest as he rocks his hips slowly, groaning as his cock pushes and rolls along his boy's muscular frame. once again, the pace is deliberately slow, keith taking particular delight in mapping out the feel of muscle pressing up harder against each ridge. ]

Fuck, sometimes I don't think you realize that you're everything I've ever wanted, Shiro.

[ hand goes lax and he allows keith to maneuver him, despite the shred of disappointment it leaves behind to give up control of forming that channel around keith’s cockhead. keith is quick to grasp that vacated pec, though, to which shiro flexes metal fingers to press closer, compensating for his halved control. there is another avenue to divert his attention to, of course, and soon enough, shiro takes keith’s invitation by scooting his hand along the path he took before: over thigh, over hip, around an ass cheek.

– you’re everything i’ve ever wanted, shiro.

fingers just beginning to curl around the curve of keith’s ass cheek, pads brushing just so inside the split, shiro pauses. partly. keith is rolling against him, slowly rocking shiro in tiny movements. he grasps at keith’s ass cheek to follow the thrusts of keith’s pelvis and – gosh, it takes a few moments longer for his brain to digest the words, because his eyes are drinking in the sight of keith’s cock moving between his pecs.

so that’s what it looks like when that cock is forcing shiro’s throat wider and rubbing those lovely ridges against tightly squeezed muscle. is that what it’s going to be like when that cock sinks inside his ass? it hasn’t happened yet, not with the slowness of keith’s movements and the bit of slick easing the way, but shiro suspects – and hopes – that his skin pinks up from the friction. that’s what he wants.

wants.
wants.
right.

a slow drag of his eyes has him meeting keith’s gaze and then he’s breathing out an awestruck: ]

Am I, really?

[ yes, they’ve been having mind blowing sex for awhile now and yes, keith loves him, but realized attraction and deep-seated affection are different than being the absolute accumulation of everything keith’s ever wanted. shiro hardly lets his own question sit. almost immediately, he’s rushing to tack on: ]

I want to be… even though you could have anyone. [ such as the shiro in keith’s reality. this shiro told him to go back to that shiro at one point; how stupid of him? if that shiro is anything like this shiro, then he can just as easily fall for keith. how can he not? this keith who waits for him, cares for him, is always there at his side no matter how many pieces of shiro chip away. keith is everything anyone could hope for in a partner, a lover, a mate. keith is – ]

You’re… fuck, you’re so wet.

[ curled fingers curl further and immediately find the filthy puddle accumulating at keith’s hole, slowly spilling over to drizzle between his cheeks. shiro follows the motion of keith’s body and presses index and middle to his hole, simply holding pressure without breaching as he sloshes through the mess. ]

You’re – just. No one is like you. I feel like I’m dreaming every time I’m with you.

[ am i really? again, what kind of question is that? unconsciously, keith comes to a pause, though any hope of thinking clearly is wiped away by the insistent swirl of fingers around his ass. eyes flutter shut, lips parted as keith gasps through the flurry of sensation. but bracing for shiro to slip fingers inside doesn't go anywhere because his boy never does. instead, those fingers keep teasing, coaxing more slick to drip as his hole flutters. ]

Shiro....

[ the name comes out partly whined, but next beat keith swallows and gets a grip. shiro isn't in charge right now, meaning keith has to stay on track, and stay focused. gathering his wits about him, keith squeezes his handful of pec and rocks his hips harder like he's trying to fuck the doubt out of shiro's head. ]

I don't want anyone, I want you.

[ breathing going ragged, keith draws his hips back and thrusts again, forceful but slow to make sure shiro feels every ridge rub hard against his broad chest again and again as he mrmurs. ]

You're a dream. Being with you and getting to wake up tangled in your arms every morning makes me the happiest I've ever been. Just -- fuck Shiro, I can't even fathom where I'd be without you.

[ fucking the doubt out of shiro’s head is, actually, not a crazy idea. shiro is, as always, of the opinion that keith is gorgeous, especially in this position of split thighs and rocking hips, a hard cock rutting over and over within the channel of squeezed pecs. shiro cranes his neck to watch that glistening cockhead peek in and out, each ridge dragging at his skin and making him moan. keith’s breathing words though, and helpless, shiro glances to that panting mouth. the reassurance is sweet and wonderful and everything shiro wants to hear; in the moment, he actually believes it, too. happiness swells inside him, expanding his chest and pushing it harder against that next thrust. ridges rub more and then he’s moaning again, spurring keith on to keep going, keep fucking him, keep talking…

keith indulges him on all fronts, still saying heartfelt confessions even as he continues to use shiro’s body for his own pleasure. shiro is only all too happy to provide and so, that steady pressure of circling fingers presses harder, fingertips peeling back the furled edge of keith’s rim. ]

Me too.

[ his face is at odds with his actions: soft-eyed and adoring, shiro looks relaxed, heart spun, and so hopelessly in love as he watches keith with all the patience in the world. his fingers, however, are not patient any longer. made slippery with the excess of slick pouring out of keith, it takes very little to slip two fingers inside, side by side up to those first bends. ]

Don’t even wanna think about what it’s like to be without you.

[ he knows to an extent. the memories formed during his year of captivity are hit and miss, often shrouded and often in pieces, but it doesn’t take fully formed memories to realize that it was absolute hell. now, not all of that is due to missing his best friend, of course, but there is a recurring theme that bad things happen when he is parted from keith: abduction, sendak taking him hostage, nearly dying on that lizard monster infested planet. keith watches his back. keith keeps him safe. keith is forever good to and for shiro.

nudging his fingers in deeper, shiro coos: ]

I love you.

[ suddenly, that isn’t good enough, though. those are three words that get tossed around so easily by everyone else, cheapening the meaning. they’re more than that. they mean more to each other than what anyone else can even begin to understand. ]

I love you more than I love you. [ he hears himself say it, wrinkling his nose at how it sounds. ] The words… – I feel more.

[ there’s a twinge of desperateness to his voice, trying to articulate himself even as his fingers slip deeper and his pec is squeezed harder. ]

I feel… – I feel like I can be whole with you.

[ they're both more than a little entranced with the repetitive thrust and glide. though keith stays mostly determined to keep his eyes on his boyfriend's sweet face, every so often his gaze dips lower down and his head feels spun around and full of vertigo while watching the way his cock forces shiro's body to accomodate. from reddening skin to the jostle of muscle, keith can't help panting open-mouthed as he rolls his hand over pec, squeezinng, letting go only to squeeze that channel firmer again.

the thought that this is only a small taste of what taking shiro's ass will be like is overwhelming in its own right, something that keeps keith's cockhead drooling and smearing pre and his own ass absolutely dripping. the latter is only made worse by the sudden intrusion of fingers inside. already sensitive, keith moans, rhythm interrupted by an arching of his back. ]

Fuck....

[ murmured through grit teeth, keith's grip inadvertently turns bruising on shiro's pec. his boy never gives him a real shot at recovering though. the i love you comes right after, and fingers don't stop until his ass his firmly seated in the heel of shiro's hand. ]

Oh god, Shiro!

[ i love you more than i love you is an almost incomprehensible sentiment, but keith hears it like fucking poetry. he rocks forward, head empty of any real thoughts beyond wanting to love this perfect man more than he loves too, and moans as his rock back to impale himself on fingers sends a zip of electricity down multiple glands like a lightning rod.

resolve to focus on shiro's pleasure faltering as he rocks his hips back and forth, keith struggles to get his words out between increasingly pitched gasps and moans., ]

Shiro, I - fuck, Shiro U think I've loved you for so longm I don't know how to not love you?. It's just -- you're part of me, a-and I -- oh fuck, Shiro!

[ orgasm slams into keith with all the subtety of a brick wall.muscles going rigid, keith moans shiro's name like it's a debauched prayer, as his cock empties in heated spurts all over his boy's chest and throat. ]

[ stunning. breathtaking. beautiful. radiant. captivating. the words pile in his head, so many high praises tangled together that his haze-filled brain can’t concentrate long enough to pinpoint which one to say. he’s mute. he’s useless. acting only as an awed spectator as keith ruts against him. so mesmerized by those pleasure-filled features and the way keith’s lips form around his name, shiro falters on his one job of rooting his fingers around inside keith. his boy remedies that, though. he rocks and he impales, fucking against those fingers as he fucks the tightly formed channel of his chest.

it hurts a bit. keith’s got a hard grip, one that might very well leave shiro with bruises in a short while. good. he wants a row of marks, perfectly shaped to keith’s fingertips. shiro’s only regret is that he isn’t right there with keith, tipping over the edge. the scent, the sound, the sight, the everything that encapsulates keith’s pleasure feeds right into shiro’s cock, making him twitch and thicken slowly, so he has a slight, recovered chub going, but he’s too far behind to catch keith.

perhaps that’s good, too. because shiro’s eyes are wide open and focused, albeit dazed by the magnitude of desire thickening the very air surrounding them. so he sees it all, when the face scrunches, the mouth opens, the body goes rigid, and the cock spurts shot after shot. there is no real preparing for it, though, and shiro lets out a soft, almost startled sound as a splash of warmth hits him right in his throat. the next sound is pleased and encouraging, shiro calling back keith’s name on a moan. pecs painted – again – and slickness pooling in the hollow of his throat now, shiro lets go of his pec to touch keith’s hip instead.

last time, he smeared the cum around – his chest, his belly – but this time, he leaves it just as it is. this is how keith’s marked him. this is how he wants it. ]

Love watching you feel good.

[ love hearing every word from keith’s mouth, too. he’s loved him so long that he doesn’t know how not to love him? shiro is part of him? if shiro had the capability to, he’d surely be purring just as keith often does. ]

This feels good, too. [ he arches his back just so, flexing his chest to bring attention to what he means. ] You’ve covered me twice now. [ which he has zero complaints about, except – ] Your next load needs to be inside me.

[ … needs? that almost sounds like a demand. something about that rings odd to shiro, although it is true. keith does need to fill him, but only if and when he chooses to…? relaxing back into the bedding, shiro goes soft and submissive, voice honeying to a more coaxing, pleading pitch. ]

Please, sir. It aches. Take care of me, please? I think you’re wet enough for it now.

[ and finally, he gets some movement back into those fingers, swirling them around to make the excess of wetness quietly squelch. ]

[ seconds tick by in what feels like a pocket dimension of glowing warmth and bliss scattered about to the winds, keith himself entiely at peace throughout the duration of his cock throbbing. and spilling. shiro isn't though, and it's that stray piece of displeasure for that fact that yanks keith back into the present with some slow blinks and a belated oh when he realizes how tightly he's gripping shiro's chest.

letting go at once, keith's brow furrows as he examines the line of crescent moon shadows on shiro's skin, though he's sluggish in formulating an actual apology. shiro starts speaking -- ordering, pleading, sir?! -- and the full range of emotion on display makes keith's chest feel squeezed tight. if he's running out of space for feelings about shiro now]

Okay, baby. You just made me feel too good, I couldn't help it. We're gonna focus on you now and everything you want.

[ with another reassuring smooch, keith swipes his fingers through the slick on shiro's throat and pushes up to scoot and settle between shiro's legs. ]

Heh. [ bending low, he gives shiro's waking cock a greeting kiss at the tip before giving shiro's thighs an encouraging squeeze. ] Sorry to keep you waiting.

[ ...is he talking to shiro's dick now? yes, yes he is, and keith is far too gone to realize just how insane that is. ]

Lift up so I can see your ass, big guy. I'll make it stop aching.

[ the play of keith’s fingers tickles his throat, but shiro merely bares it more, half expecting those slick fingers to wander high and feed him directly. luckily, he doesn’t get so far as to preemptively open his mouth and stick his tongue out in offer. those fingers take their snatched up cum lower and shiro tries not to be disappointed. turns out, it doesn’t take much effort. breath at his tip and then lips at his tip, kissing it in sweet hello. shiro sighs happily, head lolling on the pillow as his lashes fan low, far too enamored with the boy between his legs to snicker or tease about the apology.

sorry? felt too good? focusing now on what shiro wants? that’s an easy answer; shiro can narrow that down quick. ]

Want you.

[ breathy and low, shiro smiles lazily with each word. shiro wants keith above him, in him, but first, a little more patience is required, because those slick fingers are somewhere and to get them where shiro needs them, then he just has to… –

for being such a large, solidly built man, with thick arms, thick thighs, thick torso, thick everything, he’s surprisingly limber. he has nothing on keith, of course, but he adopts a position similar to before by hitching his legs up and gripping himself at his hamstrings. this time, however, he’s far more purposeful in the spread of his knees, angling them out for a lift and spread that is unapologetic in its lewdness.

folding back on himself adds pressure to his belly, which works up to have his breath pitching and panting. still, he keeps position and blinks slow through the v of his legs, once again hoping that he’s altogether pleasing to keith. ]

[ calling the view pleasing is the understatement of the century. lewd as it is, it's impossible to find any fault with how shiro presents himself. gorgeous, powerful and brave beyond measure -- that's who his boyfriend is, and keith can barely get it together enough to inch forward, his hips pressed to shiro's spread thighs, eyes landing squarely on the untouched prize between his legs.

fuck. he just cliamxed, but his dick throbs again just thinking about the enormity and depth of confidence that shiro must have in him to offer himself up this way.shiro, who's never liked scrutiny or vulnerability, just lying here, naked and spread for keith to admire. is it strange to be feeling proud?

the novelty of it isn't lost on keith, but trading roles seems to be the theme of the night. love, pride and sirs, everything is coming together like a perfect circle. or perhaps it's more akin to short-circuiting because that's a little like what's going on in keith's head. he can't decide what to say or where to touch, or even where to look. ]

Heh.

[ he laughs, desperately pretending not to be caught in some endless loop of choice paralysis before finally dragging his cum slicked fingers down over shiro's balls to paint his virgin hole in cum. ]

Fuck. You've been so patient, baby. So brave, too.

[ huffing, equal parts aroused and pleased, keith pauses in the middle of tracing round and round to look towards shiro's face. ]

So tell me. Would you like to take my fingers or my tongue first?

[ so patient? yes. trying at least. the wet circling of those slick fingers is certainly testing that virtue, however. his own fingers clutch harder at his thighs, stemming the tremble that threatens to give way to a squirm. what about that so brave, though? shiro lacks the capacity to think beyond a shallow interpretation – besides, now is not the time for deep reflection – but brave makes him blink slow in comprehension, thinking that he’s being granted far too much credit. what is there to be brave about here? he’s giving himself to keith. keith, who has protected him and taken care of him time after time, cherishing him beyond measure. this trust is easy, because keith makes it easy.

shiro doesn’t argue, though, mostly due to the needy sound that works up his throat instead. the circling has come to a pause and while the sensation of having his asshole played with is, at the base level, odd, he realizes how much he wants it when the feeling stops.

but now it’s shiro who has choice paralysis, because keith is dangling prospects and shiro… gosh, how is he meant to choose? it’s surprising in a way, that keith is even offering his tongue. at the amusement park, when shiro revealed he liked using his, keith had come off awkward and nervous, admitting that he’d never pictured shiro as being into that. it wasn’t some major fix for them to be on the same page again shortly after that but nonetheless, turns out shiro is doing the same thing keith did: assuming. keith said he liked rimming; at the time, shiro figured keith meant he liked receiving, but maybe keith has given his own fair share? after all, keith was more accustomed to topping before… well, shiro. or anonymous, rather.

he’s wandering off topic. refocusing, shiro revisits the actual question being presented and – ]

Fingers. [ surprised? the thought of keith burying his pretty lips between the spread of his thighs and dipping in to taste shiro is a tempting thought. he wants it, especially if keith wants it, but he’s also empty and throbbing and stir crazy from the amount of foreplay. mostly, he’s wanting for something far bigger than keith’s tongue, which requires a quick prep of two, three fingers. ]

You’ll tease me too much with your tongue.

dw clearly enjoys keith being anon. dw has been reading our threads.

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