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[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. ]