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HE IS BEING A GOOD... baby now

[earthshine]

[ frankly, shiro never would have guessed it either. yes, over the past months of captivity and the many bouts of intimacy, most of which have been with keith, he’s come to find that certain things on his retribution sheet are stubbornly set on not marking off. namely? anal sex. so yes, he decided some time ago that he’d ultimately turn to keith for help in that area, but now that he’s here, he can’t understand why it’s taken so long. why was he so afraid of this? he thought it would be too embarrassing? too revealing? this feels good, not just the physical act of it, but the accompanying knowledge that keith is here to take care of him. to adore him. to love him.

in that case, it’s okay to forego that perpetual guard he has up and let keith in… in all manners of the word, right?

relax and let daddy take care of you, yeah?

shiro is plagued with an ever fluctuating focus, his mind alternating between comprehension and utter static as the fullness seated inside him pushes and drags in slow moving thrusts. the hand on his cock makes awareness even more difficult. so that word rolls over him without a questioning blink or soft, uncertain sound. it isn’t until he’s through another thrust and tonguing at his nipped lip, that the reaction finally pings.

– wait, what?

there’s a moment that he thinks, no, he’s daddy, while keith is baby, but the same influence that has been mellowing objection and concern for the past hour does much the same here. protest nonexistent, shiro voices his surprise only in a bemused, breathless laugh, lips quirking as he tests it out himself. ]

Daddy.

[ does he like it? does he not? at the very least, he likes that keith likes it and so, a beat later, he’s already committed to it. ]

Yeah… gotta be your good boy.

[ to be dubbed that, he’s meant to relax, so he tries. he’s already a mess of languid muscle, practically melted into the mattress as keith moves inside him. still, he softens his hands and widens his legs, giving himself over to this boy to do with as he pleases. ]

How good do I feel, daddy? Do I, hhh, have daddy’s approval?

i want you to know i closed my eyes this whole tag

[marmoron]

[ the thing is, daddy slips out of keith's mouth rather thoughtlessly . frankly, keith isn't sure how he feels about calling shiro that either, except that something about it gives him chills that go right to his confused dick when the name gets him whispered praise in his ear. does he want to unpack that further? hell no.

heh. so much for all those classes about self-acceptance and not kink-shaming himself, yeah?

but really, none of that had been on the forefront of keith's thoughts when that fucking title came tumbling out. his sex-fogged brain had simply been hooked on the concept of role reversal. shiro's usually the one with his cock buried deep in keith's ass, shiro is also sometimes daddy.... naturally, if keith is the one doing the burying this time, then logically that makes him daddy, too?

it makes sense, up until it really doesn't. for starters, kinks aren't necessarily reciprocal, and keith gets a reminder of that lesson when shiro starts to laugh. fuck. for a beat, he's worried that he's ruined it, but by the next beat, shiro saves him.

daddy.

and there it is. that fucking chill that zips down his spine and spreads to his cock and ass. as if on cue, keith moans and answers the question with a hard snap of his hips, thighs slapping shiro's ass. he doesn't know what's going on in shiro's head -- hell, he barely knows what's going on in his own, but the possibility that his immeasurably wonderful boyfriend might feel that same pinch of intensity is all the urging keith needs. ]

You feel fucking incredible, baby.

[ he ducks low for a desperate, messy kiss, giving shiro's cock a firm squeeze before shifting to put both hands on shiro's chest. ]

So tight. And so strong, too.

[ fingers dig, and keith grabs shiro's muscular chest as he continues to work his cock in and out, building up to a faster pace. he moans, breathing in determined puffs, and not even bothering to pause to wipe away the sweat trickling from his hair down to his nose. ]

Taking daddy's cock so well, fuck -- like you were made for me.

[ forcing his eyes open, keith lets his grip relax on shiro's chest, heart thumping harder at the faintest shadow of marks left behind before grabbing shoulders. ]

Wanna mark my approval inside so deep that you never forget how much I love you.

i understand you... that's why i, too, am closing my eyes as i immediately tab out

[earthshine]

[ as with every other instance tonight, shiro positively preens at the praise. it is, perhaps, not quite as apparent this time due to the air being punched out of his lungs by a cock that has pleasure washing out every emotion from his expression, except bliss, but he does manage, at the very least, a happy, little upcurl to his lips. fucking incredible; keith says he feels fucking incredible. good. fantastic. wonderful. that’s exactly what shiro wants to hear from his baby – or is it his daddy? one or both; whichever. the point is… all he wants to do – all he wants to be… is enough to keep this beautiful boy happy.

– like you were made for me.

he still doesn’t have enough air. he does, of course, but everything feels crowded in his chest, like his heart is taking up too much space, like through every beat it’s growing in real-time with the love and affection he has for this boy. so it comes out breathless, more of a mumble. ]

Am made for you.

[ keith keeps talking and shiro wants to be like that, too: to be as strong as keith says he is, to say what needs to be said with conviction and power. he’s weak in the face of keith’s, though. his pecs throb from the way those fingers grabbed greedy and dug even greedier, compounding the stuffed feeling of his chest. the continued drag of those wonderful, yet overwhelming ridges inside him closes his throat, too, to anything other than moans and fumbled half words. he can’t string together long statements, not when that fullness brings him closer and closer to an end that he wants as much as he doesn’t. he does manage, however, with a bit of painstakingly forced concentration, to glue together short clips of words. ]

Won’t forget.

[ he’s been trying to soften the press of his hands. it’s keith’s fault. now with blooming marks on his chest, shiro loses the gentleness in his hands again, once more grabbing onto whatever he can: hips. he gets his legs open as much as he can, right into the strain of his flexibility’s limit. he just wants to be open; as open as he can be for the drive of that cock. he’s whining and he’s pulling, not even certain he’s helping, but trying to get keith to drive into him deeper. ]

Love you so much. Need it. Need you. Need, nnngh – right there.

[ he’s so close. endurance has a limit and he’s there, teetering for barely any time at all. just long enough for his voice to promptly grow louder and more desperate. ]

Keith. [ no, wait. ] Daddy. [ yeah, that’s right. ] Daddy.

[ his eyes roll behind the curtaining shut of his lids and with that, the tension gives with a strong rack of his body. he cums hard and messy, every inch of him straining through the heated pulses of once, two, three spits of cum that hit between them. ]

let us never speak of this thread again

[marmoron]

[ with seemingly no warning, sex suddenly becomes a frenzied, desperate mashing of hips to ass, the two of them completing a lewd circle between shiro's relentless grip on his hips, forcing keith in deeper as keith yanks on shiro's shoulders to haul him bodily on his cock. whatever the fuck happened to gentle will be an eternal mystery, but this grabbing and fucking better matches the intensity of what keith feels about his best friend and boyfriend anyway. for all that keith has tender emotions about shiro, he's never been able to have them quietly.

and fuck -- nothing about their cube is quiet right now. the ability to praise shiro, let alone talk coherently disappears the instant shiro grabs andmoans full-throated affirmations of love and desire. keith isn't going to last long, not with shiro being sin incarnate, which only spurs him to speed up, until the slap of skin on skin is a sharp staccato in some desperate attempt to get his boy over the edge before keith collides head-first with his own limits.

he just about chokes out a cry of relief when shiro starts tensing and shouting his name, jaw clenched as he grips shoulders tighter to at least fuck him through his climax, but that never happens. instead, shiro starts whining for daddy and that last thread of patience snaps violently. keith lets out a strangled moan, hands shifting up to pull shiro's ass up as he feverishly ruts balls deep inside. ]

Oh god, Shiro! Gonna -!!

[ the next few ticks pass in such a fucking blur of hormones and whined repetitions of baby. between shiro's ass milking his cock and the overwhelming lurch of his own heavy climax, keith's whole body starts going slack, fingers trembling on shiro's hips as his balls empty and slick drips from his ass. gaze unfocused, keith rests his forehead on shiro's chest, murmuring incoherently as his embarrassingly long orgasm keeps going. ]

You make everything so good, baby. Dunno how making love to you just keeps getting better and better...

soon it can be locked away in the past and never remembered

[earthshine]

[ it isn’t often that shiro is on this end of the manhandling, but he has zero complaints about having his ass physically hauled high to meet keith’s next hard thrust. truthfully, shiro’s a little too empty-headed to properly conceptualize what reality even is in the moment. loopy and feeling so, so good, shiro whines brokenly, only to breathe hard into a gasp as keith empties inside him. so that’s what it feels like, he thinks with barely there coherency. it doesn’t take much for shiro to find enjoyment in it and so, within the next beat, he decides he likes being full of keith in more ways than one. how long will he be able to feel it? how long will it sit inside him? he hopes he stays heavy with keith’s cum for awhile.

weight settles on his chest and upon feeling it, shiro opens his eyes, only to spend the next few moments blinking in quick repetition to bring focus back into them. hold slack but still maintaining at keith’s hips, shiro carefully stretches his fingers loose of their curls and then brings both hands up, together smoothing his palms over keith’s hair. his metal hand falls away and then he’s weakly holding his left to keith’s head, curling fingers once more to tangle in sweaty waves of hair.

keith’s mumbling things now; something about sex becoming inexplicably better each time they have it. shiro laughs, or as much as he’s able considering he’s still heaving to satisfy his depleted lungs. even so, the answer comes quickly, as well as surprisingly easy. ]

It’s because we’re made for each other.

[ he smiles, tired yet satisfied, absolutely melted into the mattress as he rides out the last of his high and the continued twitch and throb of keith inside him. pulling his hand free, he slides it to the side of keith’s head and tucks some wayward strands behind his ear, before giving the lobe a playfully tug. ]

Thank you, baby. [ or is it daddy? do they revert back to normal now? too sweetened on pleasure-dosed feeling, shiro doesn’t chase that thought further, instead sighing quietly through a dreamy smile. ] That was an exceptional first time.

soon....

[marmoron]

[ truthfully, keith is struggling to regain any semblance of coherence. ever since the experimental drugs forced on him messed with his body, sex has become more intense and more mortifying. case in point, shiro is recovering, and keith is still panting open-mouthed, eyes unfocused as his dick continues to slowly empty a heavy load. it's impossible to be self-conscious though -- not when he has shiro's hands on his face and the reaffirmation that they're made for each other ringing in his ears.

moaning through a particularly hard twitch of his cock, keith lets out a shaky breath and offers up a sheepish but incredibly fond smile. ]

Back to baby, huh...

[ tone light and absent-minded, keith huffs as he presses a kiss to shiro's sternum. maybe it ought to feel like a demotion, but truthfully he's utterly smitten with being special to shiro at all. ]

I'm really happy that it was good for you. You beng happy is all I want. [ a beat, then he corrects with a shake of his head: Us being happy together.

[ as incompatible as that may be with the reality of returning home to finish what the galra started. keith still isn't thinking about that, however, as he gently pushes himself up slightly. ]

Do you need me to pull out or are you comfy like this?

i want you to know that i wrote this on the treadmill. treadmill porn is now a thing

[earthshine]

[ there is no getting around the fact that they are an assortment of tangled limbs and mashed together body parts. being sticky in a multitude of places, both from sweat and cum is not a state typically described as comfy. however, with most things involving keith, the standard run of the mill expectation is averted, even defied. so…? ]

I’m comfy.

[ satisfaction continues to tailor his voice into gentle notes that have no shortness for warmth. breath maybe, because he's still not quite at equilibrium, but that's good, that's wanted; he likes being a little off-kilter when it's with keith. it's as keith said – together, happy. that's what they are right now. so again, the answer is easy. ]

Stay.

[ in ten minutes, the feeling may abide and shiro may find it far more difficult to relax into the fullness that, although smaller, keeps him stretched. but his own comfort is secondary to keeping this boy content. afterall, shiro knows how much he loathes to shift apart when he's barely coming down from finishing inside the snug warmth of keith's body.

stay. yes. that's what keith should do, especially when – ]

Feels like you aren’t fully done feeling good anyway.

[ that last hard twitch was telling. will this be another extended orgasm to rival the time keith was purple? likely not but shiro is amused with the thought nonetheless. enough so to laugh kindly and scratch his fingernails at keith's scalp, drifting over to thumb the crest of his ear. ]

i want you to know this is STILL hilarious

[marmoron]

[ stay. keith doesn't need to be told twice. eyes closing, he presses his forehead to shiro's chest, inhaling the musk of their lovemaking with a deeply contented smile. ]

M'almost done, sorry, daddy....

[ idly, he lifts his hand, fingers spreading over shiro's left pec before his palm flattens and his cock keeps pace with the pounding rhythm of his boyfriend's heart for one, two beats before his balls finally have nothing else to give. equal parts relieved and disappointed, keith sighs as he plants a lazy kiss on shiro's collarbone. ]

I always feel so good with you. It's like... I don't know where I end and you begin, it's kinda crazy. [ a beat, then he laughs a bit sheepishly. ] I think you scrambled my brain real good, I'm babbling and I don't even know if I'm making any sense.

[ trailing off, keith wrinkles his brow in silent contemplation. slowly, but steadily he lifts his head, flashing shiro a warm smile. ]

So I guess all those dumb songs about being in love that don't make any sense actually did make sense in their own way.

[ who'd have thought? but with zero concern wasted on the joys of falling into tired cliches, keith revels in a very simple pleasure. ]

Love you.

[ and with that, he lifts up, and rocks forward in an attempt to keep his soft cock nestled inside while also pressing a lingering sweetheart kiss to shiro's lips. ]

It feels amazing just to tell you that.

[ because in the moment, their story doesn't feel like some inevitable tragedy of lovers from different universes, but some love epic worthy of its own constellation.

... but that isn't right, is it?

slowly but surely, every pesky fact, every ugly reality of their situation starts coming back into focus. imperceptibly at first, like an idle thought about the shapeshifter aliens in the hangar until keith's awareness broadens just enough that when he repeats his words another time, his tone is laced with desperation that wasn't there before. ]

I- I love you.

ROFL gosh and to think i couldn't write a wholesome tag on the tread yesterday

[earthshine]

[ so they do revert back to normal. normal, right. daddy is normal. the more abnormal piece here, though, is that sorry. as though an apology is appropriately needed when that orgasm draws out, giving shiro extra moments of a blissed out, feeling-so-fucking-good keith. that’s one of his favorite keiths, actually, so shiro is certainly making no complaints. okay, to be fair, even exhaustion muddled shiro recognizes that’s more jest than serious, which explains the lack of reassurance, shiro only managing a soft hum and smile, basking in those last few seconds of being filled.

a sigh, a kiss, and a string of words that have shiro feeling giddy and warm. it’s amazing. they’re barely a minute past a frenzied mashing of their body parts, when keith was daddy and fucking shiro into delirium, and now, suddenly, keith is sheepish as he babbles nonsensical things about songs and connections and –

love you.

how does he do that? how does he switch so effortlessly into this earnest and so very charming boy, something indescribably innocent about him despite his cock still being buried deep inside? he weaves his fingers back in keith’s hair and cups the back of his head when his boy leans in for a kiss. he’s smiling and humming, again, wanting to draw it out, but feeling too satisfied in his exhaustion to fight it when their lips part on a soft sound.

i– i love you.

there’s something different to it this time. it’s more than the stutter; there’s an anxiousness to that otherwise lovely voice. fucked so thoroughly, shiro hasn’t quite regathered his wits, at least not to his usual attentiveness that has him ever sensitive to the subtle shifts in keith’s confidence. some part of him hears it and subconsciously, he curls his fingers to rub some soothing caresses at the base of his skull. the part of his brain that is more suited for reassuring words is blissfully silent, leaving shiro to the shallows with a far more simple: ]

I love you, too.

[ unlike keith, there is no call of desperation here; not in his face, not in his voice, not in his head. he’s as relaxed as he has been, completely unaware that there will come a time when he will recognize the fog in his head as it slowly, yet surely dissipates. for now, he keeps his smile and laughs kindly. ]

You’re right. It does feel amazing to say that.

[ adding pressure, shiro leads keith back down to his chest, encouraging him to rest his head there. happily, he sighs out a breath and lets his eyelids grow heavy for a close, the last bit of tension loosening throughout his body as he relaxes further into the bedding. ]

We’ll have to make it a habit of saying it every day.

your treadmill tag muscles have atrophied...

[marmoron]

[ the four words come back so easily that keith's heart skips a beat. make that two beats. the world outside shiro's cube may still exist, so what? it doesn't diminish the very real warmth of their personal world -- the one where it's just the two of them in sync and in love. shiro sounds confident in that, which in turn makes keith all too happy to have his head pressed back low to his boy's chest where he closes his eyes and purrs.

people can be in love and still navigate every responsibility and demand that the universe forces upon them, right? not every story about balancing love and responsibility has to end with broken families and pining. not every story ends like chad and krolia's.

him and shiro are going to say i love you every day and find a way to be together without compromising their happiness. if alien abduction and death couldn't keep them apart, then surely this prison and alternate realities can't either.

bringing both hi hands up to drape over shiro's shoulders, keith murmurs contentedly: ]

Maybe even more than once every day.

[ he huffs, squeezing shiro's shoulders before shifting his hips just enough that his soft cock will slip out should shiro decide he wants to be more comfortable.dragging in another deep breath of their shared musk, keith murmurs sleepily: ]

Hope you don't get sick of hearing it.

[ it's a joke obviously because keith can't fathom ever growing tired of hearing i love you from shiro. he yawns, contemplating if he ought to explain that ;psing tack of his reasoning as he is lulled to sleep by the sound of shiro's heart beat in his ear. ]