[He's feeling really light headed. Between Keith pressed up against him with his arm around his neck, hot and plaint on top of him. And the desires pounding away like a thunderstorm making his heart beat fast in his chest, he's surprised he hasn't combusted on the spot.
This is better than he ever imagined it. He wants to make Keith make that sound again and pull more sounds from him. He growls, all desire and want. Shiro starts to slide his hand down and pulls back from the kiss to kiss his way down the side of Keith's jaw. Getting his breath back from the deeper than he'd planned for kiss is secondary-
A cough from the direction of the door reminds him of the time and that his hand that isn't in Keith's hair had made its way down to the back of one thigh. Shiro sighs against Keith's neck and leans back, peering over his shoulder. Lance stands in the open door with his eyes wide before he turns to face the hallway.
'I uh, didn't see anything. Hey Keith, maybe you should go uh, discuss stuff with Shiro in your quarters?'
He should be embarrassed. He finds he isn't. It's actually pretty funny in a warped way. Shiro sighs, murmuring softly to Keith.] ...We did get a little carried away. So, my room or yours? They're both about the same distance.
[It's not a walk of shame, thankfully. They hadn't gotten that carried away. No. It's still a walk of shame. Does he care about that? Not as much as he thought he would.]
[Okay so the way that growl sounds, the way he can hear it and feel it in the midst of the kiss, has a shiver running through Keith, and he's sure Shiro can feel it because he thinks his entire body trembles with it. That... That was entirely too good a sound.
The kiss breaks and Keith finds himself breathless and trying to catch his breath even as he lets his head fall to the side, all encouragement for Shiro to keep going because this is far better than he's ever been able to imagine. And he has imagined. And everything about Shiro is so warm and solid and he wants to mold himself up against him, and his fingers are already beginning to wind their way up into his hair when--
Lance.
Keith's eyes widen significantly and he can feel the heat rising in his cheeks, over the bridge of his nose. But. Even as it does he can't help a laugh as he looks at Shiro before peeking back over his shoulder at Lance.]
Good to see you too, Lance. But yeah. You're right.
[He turns back to Shiro, a smile playing over his lips and instead of answering, he leans close to steal another kiss, brief, barely a touch at all.]
We didn't get carried away near enough yet. But yeah. Yours is good. ...do I even have a room still?
[Color him surprised. But since he probably needs to move, he climbs out of Shiro's lap and offers the older man a hand up -- mostly as an excuse to not have to give up touching him completely just yet. Walk of shame, but somehow Keith is pretty proud of himself.]
[He accepts the hand up and heat rides his cheeks. And there is his embarrassment. Good to know he had a belated reaction. Or is it the idea of how far they could have gotten before they got caught? He threads his fingers between Keith's. He puts what could have happened out of his mind.]
Yes, you do. We all take turns keeping it clean. In case you decided to come back.
[He gently tugs on Keith to lead him away. He ignored Lance's still surprised face. He'll have to explain it later. Nothing to worry about. Just feelings and oh Keith is staying. He puts that all out of his head. He misses Lance's surprise shifting to a knowing look he gives Keith. 'Yeah, make yourself at home again. Try to actually get some die-hard
Shiro hisses, 'Lance!' It sounds more reflexive than annoyed.]
[It is a good point. If Lance had been any longer in showing up, they may have been caught in a more compromising position than they were. Keith certainly hadn't intended to put on the brakes, but that's always been his nature, head first and full speed. And he's never been more certain of anything than he is of this of them.
But between the fingers lacing together with his and the information that they've been keeping his room ready, Keith finds himself speechless and wrestling with the sudden warmth that is spreading through his chest. Huh. He... really is home, isn't he? He's still not sure he deserves it after everything, but it's... it's still a good feeling.
Which is interrupted briefly in order to give Lance a look in return as they pass by. But even that is oddly comforting. Familiar.
He follows along with Shiro, trying to be a reasonable and patient person and keep his hands to himself while they're in the hallways. It's a challenge.]
So... guess everyone will know about this before breakfast.
[He sighs. They’re in the hallway heading towards the lift. Shiro gestured with his free hand in an all encompassing motion.]
Maybe. Lance isn’t the same Lance you knew when you left. He might surprise us. Or it might just be he’d rather we handle our own business.
[He shrugs and reaches out, brushing Keith’s bangs aside. A thought occurs and it shouldn’t be funny. He is acting like a teenager. But somehow. Because of that, it’s hilarious. A grin spreads over his face.]
You realize we basically christened the chair of Black Paladins on the bridge, right?
[Keith agrees. The truth is, even if he and Lance would likely always butt heads, things had gotten to a point of almost understanding between them, during his time in the Black Lion, Lance accepting him as a leader had been a turning point -- even if Keith had still been so resistant to it, trying desperately to both live up to the expectations but being entirely unwilling to give himself to it entirely because it was Shiro's place.
But those days are past, and Keith is turning into that touch like he's drawn to it by some magnetism he can't resist, like a flower to the sun -- which is a cheesy metaphor, but not an inaccurate one. Shiro has always been a light that he's wanted to follow.
For now though he lifts an eyebrow at the sight of that grin before blinking.
Well. That... that is true. A matching grin finds his own face and he shrugs, waiting for the lift to stop, unable to hold back a laugh.]
Yeah. Well. Seems kind of appropriate. [Keith has no regrets. Clearly.] ...probably would've done a more thorough job if we weren't interrupted.
[His eyes slide away from Keith's as he leans back and coughs into his closed fist. There's no point in lying. It's a little embarrassing. It's a lot embarrassing.]
We'd have had to clean that chair. [He'd have felt mildly guilty next time he sat down. He still might. But he doesn't regret it. The lift stops and the doors slide open. The hall is clear. He catches sight of Pidge's door closing further down and releases the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding.
For once, he doesn't want to see the rest of the team. They can wait until morning. Keith could have died and this subtle shift in their relationship needs time to flourish. ...they have waited and made excuses for why not too many times.
Shiro reclaims Keith's hand and steps out into the hallway. "Speaking of cleaning. Hunk has kept your armor clean. I caught him late one night but I haven't let him know I know."
[Apparently Keith did not share Shiro's embarrassment or guilt over any of this because his only response at first is a short heh of a laugh when Shiro mentions having to clean the chair. Yeah probably a good point, but one that Keith finds far more amusing than he probably ought to. But his sense of humor has always been a bit suspect.
He curls his fingers around Shiro's and follows out into the thankfully empty hallway. He's grateful their luck seems to be holding right now. It's not that he doesn't want to see everyone. He does. He missed the others. But for now... for now what he needs is Shiro. Maybe it's selfish, but he wants Shiro all to himself for the moment, wants to let this new understanding between them settle, explore it, mold himself up against the other man and lose every last shred of space between them.
Still he looks over startled at Shiro. They kept his room. Kept his armor ready. It really is like coming home, and Keith has never had anything like that. His hand tightens unconsciously around Shiro's.]
This is what having a family is like, huh? [Keith is more touched than he really knows how to express. So instead he tugs at their joined hands, leading Shiro down the hall towards the older man's room. Impatient. As usual. But if Shiro comments on it his time Keith might scream.]
Yeah and if we don't hurry up we'll have questions to answer. [Shiro picks up speed. He vaguely remembers Allura making some mention of studying for the next meeting of the Coalition and with how at odds they've been he can only imagine she'd want to hash things out with him first. He intends to have a locked door and privacy with Keith for the next few hours at best.
The meeting is in two days. They can discuss it tomorrow. Almost there. Allura's voice echoes from further down the hall. It sounds like she's having a chat with someone and he punches his code in to open his room a lot faster than usual. The door clicks, Allura's voice echoes slightly less, he estimates she's around the bend.
Shiro let's go of Keith's hand and reaches for his arm. He times it well, grabbing for his arm and yanking him inside just as the door opens. They're inside and he's hissing the lock code just before he dips his head down and kisses him. The door shuts and seals. Now no one is the wiser to where they are.
[Getting cornered by someone and answering questions instead of getting back to more important matters like kissing Shiro sounds like one of the worst things that could possibly happen, so Keith will hurry along too. He catches the sound of the princess's voice, and watches down the hall, like somehow he can will her to take her time.
He's focused enough that when his arm is taken and he's pulled, there's a soft squawk of surprise, but he doesn't resist, letting himself be pulled in and listening to the door swish shut behind him. He half starts to breathe a sigh of relief but then Shiro's lips are on his again and...
Well.
At that point breathing doesn't seem to matter anyway. Keith melts into him, one hand settling at Shiro's chest to brace himself, his other hand moving to curl his fingers at the nape of his neck, urge him closer even as he lifts onto the balls of his feet to meet that kiss.]
[He puts a hand against Keith’s back to keep him steady and opens his mouth, inviting him to take the kiss farther. This is new territory. Usually when he realizes he has certain wants and desires, he weighs it against what other people need or want. They always come first. His hand on Keith’s arm slides into his dark hair again. He likes the way it feels on his fingers. He especially likes how Keith responds.
The fact they both enjoy it makes it easy to do. He’s realized since he confessed that both of them will shift because of this relationship. He can’t play off things to keep Keith from worrying. He won’t be able to keep things so close to his chest. It will be as difficult to open that door as it is for Keith to say what he needs.
But, it’s worth it. He runs his hand up Keith’s back and down again with a dry laugh as he draws back enough to brush his bangs out of his eyes.]
Hey... [He swallows and steps back, gently tugging him to follow.] Let’s move this to the bed. If that’s alright.
[He has to ask. This could be too fast for Keith. It could be a whirlwind of mistakes to go so far while they’re both so vulnerable and keyed up. Shiro is willing to be reckless, too quick, just this once. But only if it is a decision they’ve both reached. While he has a feeling he knows the answer...he needs to hear it said.]
[Keith smiles against Shiro's lips, wasting no time in taking that invitation, his tongue slipping past Shiro's lips, eager to follow the kiss deeper, eager for all of this, all of Shiro. That hand at his back is so warm, and it's too good how such a simple touch sends a rush straight through him.
The kiss ends and Keith looks like he may be about to protest or chase after another kiss, but he's distracted by Shiro's voice and what he says and he follows after him without even considering hesitating. Keith isn't easily flustered, and the heat in his cheeks isn't exactly shyness, not entirely.]
Yeah. It's... it's way more than all right.
[He steps in closer to nudge at Shiro, like he can move him faster. It is a whirlwind, one that Keith is all too happy to fling himself into, without hesitation, without looking back. Maybe it's reckless, but it's Shiro, and it's something he's wanted for what feels like forever. Keith is forever following his instincts and doing what feels right rather than reasoning things though. And nothing has ever felt more right than this.]
[Shiro starts at Keith's eagerness and back steps towards the bed. He doesn't want to let go of him. He hands find his arms and he walks them back, until he almost falls back as the backs of legs meet the bed's edge.
They're both committed. There's no turning back now if there ever had been from the first kiss. He doesn't regret it as he sits down and tugs Keith down with one hand. His other hand glides up his back. Keith looking a little flushed with his hair mussed from earlier reignites the fire inside him. Their armor needs to come off. He doesn't want these barriers between them anymore.
He transfers his grip to Keith's gauntlet, tugging on it.]
Then we need to get our armor off. Or not much is really going to be happening.
[There's been no turning back, no looking back, for Keith at least. And there won't be. He lets himself be tugged, but his intended landing is in Shiro's lap again, because that gives him the best access to, well, being able to start at Shiro's armor because the other is right. They're not getting far until they get it out of the way.
He slips his hand free of the gauntlet at the tugging, slipping off his other because now he can reach out and run his fingers over Shiro's neck, up along the line of his jaw and into his hair with nothing in his way. But trying to focus he lets his hands drop to see about unfastening Shiro's armor from his shoulders, chest, having at least the familiarity with how paladin armor works.]
...kinda miss earth clothes right now.
[That would make this a lot easier. But fussing or not, he's smiling at him, an unmistakable light of desire in dark violet eyes, even as he leans closer to steal a kiss like he can't possibly wait anymore, like it's been too long already. Like he doesn't want Shiro to forget what it's like.]
...Yeah. But if we were on Earth we'd both have more layers than this. [They'd be Garrison Pilots instead of Paladins. His breath catches and he almost stills under Keith's touch. He'll never get tired of the way he seems to need to commit details to memory. He has a fleeting thought as his own hands seek out how to remove the Marmora armor from Keith's chest. Mornings are going to be the best part of the day.
Shiro draws back enough to unfasten his belt and gauntlets,tossing them to the floor. He's left in just the under suit, his underwear beneath it, and his boots. Good enough for now. His hands glide up Keith's well-toned thighs and tug him that last little bit of distance between them. They fit together so well he's a little light-headed when he leans in and kisses him, intent on stealing his breath.
It's different from how careful he'd been up until now. He still can't quite let himself do all he wants to, his hands splay themselves against the back of Keith's shoulders. He's unraveling, that chain he keeps himself on all the time straining to the breaking point. Just a little more and it will snap.]
[Keith opens his mouth to quip back something about layers being easily solved with a blade, but then those hands are on him and pulling him closer and he doesn't have the coherent thought left to form words. Instead it's a moan that escapes from parted lips, entirely wordless but perfectly eloquent in what it's trying to communicate -- approval, appreciation, that desire that only spikes in heat and intensity as they're pressed so close, as he only leans in closer to rock against him, hands tracing up sounders to settle at either side of Shiro's neck, urge him in closer at the first touch of his lips.
If Shiro wants him breathless, he's got it near immediately. Keith's heart can barely remember how to beat, never mind trying to focus on something so paltry as breathing.
Eventually Keith has to draw back from his lips for a shaky breath, murmuring the other man's name, barely a whisper of sound. He ducks his head so that he can kiss slowly along a strong jawline, down to his neck where he very purposefully scrapes his teeth. Keith wants those last threads of Shiro's self control to fray and snap, wants the other man to do what he wants, take what he wants. He meant what he'd said earlier, after all, that he wanted to give Shiro everything.]
[His breath escapes his lips in a rush as he tilts his head, letting Keith do whatever he wants. It's teeth on his skin a faint spark of pleasure and pain that snaps the chain. He reaches up with one hand and presses Keith's face against his bared neck.]
Go ahead and mark me, [He swallows reflexively, his skin feels like it burns where Keith has touched him. He hasn't desired anyone in a long time. He thought he never would again after the Galra made him their killing machine. The sounds he's heard, the light in violet eyes...changed that opinion entirely.
He rolls his hips up once to catch his attention to how much he wants this. He had no illusions they're both hard and wanting. He just has to communicate his own desire.]
I'm yours, right? [He twists his fingers in Keith's dark hair. They're alike in this. They need to be needed.]
[Shiro is going to destroy him. Keith is certain of that at this point, and he's entirely too willing to let him, will happily chase it for more. Because Shiro goes and says those words and it has a wave of heat coursing through him, like the blood in his veins is burning.
I'm yours. Simple enough words, but they're the most amazing thing that Keith has ever heard. He takes the encouragement all too eagerly, a harder scrape of his teeth before he presses his lips to the spot, sucking to bring a mark to the surface.
His. A softer brush of his lips.]
Mine... [He breathes out, soft and reverent, agreement even as he leans back to seek out Shiro's gaze with his own, moving in his lap, grinding down against him. He can feel how hard Shiro is, knows his own arousal has to be just as obvious, but he doesn't want to hide it. He wants Shiro to know, to understand how much he wants this, him.]
And I'm yours... [He promises, voice a breathy rush.] Make me yours.
God... Shiro. I want you. [Like he has never wanted anyone before. And now that they've actually gotten it out in the open, he's not shy about admitting it.]
[He groans and tightens his hold on Keith, fisting his hand in his hair. His hand relaxes in the next breath. He can feel a dull throb from what is undoubtedly going to be a mark. It's a wonderful feeling.
His hands fall to Keith's thighs as he rocks into every grind, his lips curling into an almost feral smile. There's already that pleasant burn curling with the need singing in his veins. The rest of their clothes need to come off.]
Yeah? ...Don't worry, I will. [His voice comes out husky and a bit breathless. Screw hiding it, they're through with secrets and none need to be here. Keith asked him to make his claim and he leans in, hands seeking out how to get Keith's body suit off of him as he murmurs against his lips.]
Keith... right here or the bed? I don't care which but one will be easier on you than the other. [It's Keith's first time. Or he has yet to be corrected on that fact. Either way he knows that he has to be careful with him.]
[The sound of Shiro's voice alone has Keith shivering, has his breath catching in his throat. He can hear the desire in it, a desire that mirrors his own, and it's almost too much. Keith pants softly to the older man's lips, his own hands moving to see about opening Shiro's suit as well, moving to peel it off him, so his hands can properly map out warm skin, can trace the contours and angles of muscle, along the edges of old scars, everything of him.
He does pause, with a smile of his own, hands only straying from Shiro long enough to free his arms from his clothes. He leans in to steal another kiss, linger against Shiro's lips before he remembers he should answer.]
Bed? [He manages in a breathless rush, less about what might be easier, but more about the fact that even when this ends, he knows he isn't going to want to let go of Shiro. But it certainly is his first time being with anyone, and maybe that's obvious. He's running on instinct, entirely, doing what feels right without questioning it, trusting Shiro enough to follow his lead in this.]
Or anywhere. Just... [A smile, the expression heated, violet eyes fixing on Shiro's, all spark and challenge, one he's certain Shiro will meet.] ...don't keep me waiting.
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[The brush of hands and the sudden rush of cool air against his back feels like an answer. Okay then. He pulled back enough to get the suit down to his waist. His scars are exposed and he’d have been wary of showing them but his lap is full of a hot, very attractive Keith stripping, and that takes precedence. Good god does it.
He leans back in, his hand trailing down bare skin and shoving the front of the suit down so he can follow the hard lines of Keith’s chest when a word translates into the answer he’d been waiting for. He is already slipping his hands down and around to lock under his butt and thigh. Shiro stands up, turns and lays the smaller man out on the bed. He settles over him and sets to stripping the suit completely off as he peppers the inviting bared neck with scrapes of his teeth and kisses.
His hands trace of bare skin and he moves down, kissing his chest and his hip, The black body suit gets tossed aside. He’s smart enough not to be a tease. This time. Some time he’ll have to wind Keith up until he’s so wrecked he can’t even form words. Not tonight. He straddles his hips and works his own suit down, shifting to get it off all the way. His briefs follow because he can’t be bothered to be slow about it. He reaches over and hits a small hidden button. A small compartment of a first aid kit, condoms, lube, all the important things he isn’t about to talk about and honestly kept out of habit to be safe are. It’s not much and he grabs the mostly unused liube and a condom. He is not going to be in the mood to clean up after.
He doubts Keith would even feel up to it and he has no desire to make this uncomfortable. He drops both onto the bed and reaches back to wrap his hand around Keith’s erection and give it a few slow strokes. Even touching him like this is sending tingles through him. He shivers.]
Just checking before I take us all the way...your preference is I take you, right? [He looks at Keith with a faint concern, making absolutely sure Keith’s wants are met is important to him. He isn’t going to object if ‘I want to give everything to you’ means he would prefer to lead. Or if he wants to mess around more before they get down to it.]
[Keith is so caught up in Shiro -- in letting his fingers wander over newly bared skin like it's by far the most fascinating thing that he's ever seen, ever touched -- that he barely even notices that Shiro is moving the both of them until he finds himself laid back onto the bed, looking up at the other man with a gaze that has gone nearly molten in its desire.
He arches into that touch, squirming a bit too much to be helpful in Shiro stripping the rest of his suit off, but certainly not trying to get in his way of it because that's the last thing Keith wants. He's already so wound up, so turned on and over his head with desire like he's never felt this intensely before, that he can't possibly conceive of waiting a moment more.]
A-aah.. [A soft sound that tries to be a word but breaks at the feeling of those teeth. Keith reaches for Shiro, hands running up his arms, his shoulders, though he's distracted by watching, making a point of lifting his eyebrows at Shiro's admirable preparation, a wicked smile stretching over his lips -- an expression that softens somehow as Shiro speaks.
Always so mindful, always so willing to look out for everyone else. Shiro is... Shiro. And Keith's chest aches with how much he adores this man, beyond just the physical desire (which is clearly intense in its own right).]
Yeah. [A grin, a challenge really, like it so often is with Keith.] My preference is that you take me. That you fuck me. That you make me yours. [Keith reaches a hand up, fingers tracing along Shiro's jaw.] What's your preference, Shiro?
[He feels light headed again. Keith's hands have branded their heat into his skin. He leans into the brush of his fingers and reaches up to catch that hand. He turns his head, brushing a kiss over his palm. This is the man he loves. Keith brought him home again and again, and now he can finally give back to him. Give him everything.]
Making this good for you ..and it's Takashi, remember? [He opens his eyes that have gone dark with desire. Keith's grin goes straight through him. He leans over him again as he releases his hand, skimming his hand up along his hip. He runs his hand up higher over ribs and along his arm.]
I want to give you everything. [He cups his face between his hands, one sliding into his hair as he presses his lips to his in an open-mouthed kiss. He puts everything into it, his hand in Keith's hair ready to gently guide him so they can make this better.
His free hand falls to the bed and reaches for the bottle, pulling it close.]
[Something in the simple, sweet little touch of those lips to his palm has Keith's heart threatening to seize up in his chest. No one in his life has ever touched him or looked at him this way, with so much affection, like somehow he's someone special. It's almost too much to handle.
Keith half opens his mouth to remind Shiro that he's allowed to want things for his own sake and not just other people's, but the thought is derailed by what Shiro says next, then further shattered when he meets that gaze. Keith can't explain why, but something about calling the other man by name sets an oddly fluttery feeling low in his stomach. Not playing fair.]
Takashi... [He repeats in that moment before Shiro's mouth is on his, before he's arching up to meet that kiss like he needs it to survive, arms winding around him, fingers pressing tightly into the muscle of his back, nails digging into skin more than he means to. Shiro isn't getting out of this unscathed. Keith voices a wordless moan softly, lost in the midst of the kiss, slowly dragging his nails down Shiro's back.]
[He groans, the sound partly muffled by the kiss and arches into the nails dragging down his skin leaving trails of heat in their wake. It's been a long time since anyone used his name. Hearing it again and knowing the man that said it is as incredible as Keith. His Keith...
He presses into the kiss, eagerly deepening it as he carefully tilts Keith's head with his hand to make it better for both of them. He's never loved anyone and been loved in return like this. He slips one hand down up under a warm thigh and urges it to move to the side.
He pops the cap of the lube as he reluctantly draws back from the kiss with a shudder. Shiro rests his forehead against his to catch his breath.] Spread your thighs a little more? I'm going to get you ready.
[He meets his eyes and smiles, a little embarrassed but happy.]
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This is better than he ever imagined it. He wants to make Keith make that sound again and pull more sounds from him. He growls, all desire and want. Shiro starts to slide his hand down and pulls back from the kiss to kiss his way down the side of Keith's jaw. Getting his breath back from the deeper than he'd planned for kiss is secondary-
A cough from the direction of the door reminds him of the time and that his hand that isn't in Keith's hair had made its way down to the back of one thigh. Shiro sighs against Keith's neck and leans back, peering over his shoulder. Lance stands in the open door with his eyes wide before he turns to face the hallway.
'I uh, didn't see anything. Hey Keith, maybe you should go uh, discuss stuff with Shiro in your quarters?'
He should be embarrassed. He finds he isn't. It's actually pretty funny in a warped way. Shiro sighs, murmuring softly to Keith.] ...We did get a little carried away. So, my room or yours? They're both about the same distance.
[It's not a walk of shame, thankfully. They hadn't gotten that carried away. No. It's still a walk of shame. Does he care about that? Not as much as he thought he would.]
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The kiss breaks and Keith finds himself breathless and trying to catch his breath even as he lets his head fall to the side, all encouragement for Shiro to keep going because this is far better than he's ever been able to imagine. And he has imagined. And everything about Shiro is so warm and solid and he wants to mold himself up against him, and his fingers are already beginning to wind their way up into his hair when--
Lance.
Keith's eyes widen significantly and he can feel the heat rising in his cheeks, over the bridge of his nose. But. Even as it does he can't help a laugh as he looks at Shiro before peeking back over his shoulder at Lance.]
Good to see you too, Lance. But yeah. You're right.
[He turns back to Shiro, a smile playing over his lips and instead of answering, he leans close to steal another kiss, brief, barely a touch at all.]
We didn't get carried away near enough yet. But yeah. Yours is good. ...do I even have a room still?
[Color him surprised. But since he probably needs to move, he climbs out of Shiro's lap and offers the older man a hand up -- mostly as an excuse to not have to give up touching him completely just yet. Walk of shame, but somehow Keith is pretty proud of himself.]
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Yes, you do. We all take turns keeping it clean. In case you decided to come back.
[He gently tugs on Keith to lead him away. He ignored Lance's still surprised face. He'll have to explain it later. Nothing to worry about. Just feelings and oh Keith is staying. He puts that all out of his head. He misses Lance's surprise shifting to a knowing look he gives Keith. 'Yeah, make yourself at home again. Try to actually get some die-hard
Shiro hisses, 'Lance!' It sounds more reflexive than annoyed.]
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But between the fingers lacing together with his and the information that they've been keeping his room ready, Keith finds himself speechless and wrestling with the sudden warmth that is spreading through his chest. Huh. He... really is home, isn't he? He's still not sure he deserves it after everything, but it's... it's still a good feeling.
Which is interrupted briefly in order to give Lance a look in return as they pass by. But even that is oddly comforting. Familiar.
He follows along with Shiro, trying to be a reasonable and patient person and keep his hands to himself while they're in the hallways. It's a challenge.]
So... guess everyone will know about this before breakfast.
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Maybe. Lance isn’t the same Lance you knew when you left. He might surprise us. Or it might just be he’d rather we handle our own business.
[He shrugs and reaches out, brushing Keith’s bangs aside. A thought occurs and it shouldn’t be funny. He is acting like a teenager. But somehow. Because of that, it’s hilarious. A grin spreads over his face.]
You realize we basically christened the chair of Black Paladins on the bridge, right?
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[Keith agrees. The truth is, even if he and Lance would likely always butt heads, things had gotten to a point of almost understanding between them, during his time in the Black Lion, Lance accepting him as a leader had been a turning point -- even if Keith had still been so resistant to it, trying desperately to both live up to the expectations but being entirely unwilling to give himself to it entirely because it was Shiro's place.
But those days are past, and Keith is turning into that touch like he's drawn to it by some magnetism he can't resist, like a flower to the sun -- which is a cheesy metaphor, but not an inaccurate one. Shiro has always been a light that he's wanted to follow.
For now though he lifts an eyebrow at the sight of that grin before blinking.
Well. That... that is true. A matching grin finds his own face and he shrugs, waiting for the lift to stop, unable to hold back a laugh.]
Yeah. Well. Seems kind of appropriate. [Keith has no regrets. Clearly.] ...probably would've done a more thorough job if we weren't interrupted.
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We'd have had to clean that chair. [He'd have felt mildly guilty next time he sat down. He still might. But he doesn't regret it. The lift stops and the doors slide open. The hall is clear. He catches sight of Pidge's door closing further down and releases the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding.
For once, he doesn't want to see the rest of the team. They can wait until morning. Keith could have died and this subtle shift in their relationship needs time to flourish. ...they have waited and made excuses for why not too many times.
Shiro reclaims Keith's hand and steps out into the hallway. "Speaking of cleaning. Hunk has kept your armor clean. I caught him late one night but I haven't let him know I know."
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He curls his fingers around Shiro's and follows out into the thankfully empty hallway. He's grateful their luck seems to be holding right now. It's not that he doesn't want to see everyone. He does. He missed the others. But for now... for now what he needs is Shiro. Maybe it's selfish, but he wants Shiro all to himself for the moment, wants to let this new understanding between them settle, explore it, mold himself up against the other man and lose every last shred of space between them.
Still he looks over startled at Shiro. They kept his room. Kept his armor ready. It really is like coming home, and Keith has never had anything like that. His hand tightens unconsciously around Shiro's.]
This is what having a family is like, huh? [Keith is more touched than he really knows how to express. So instead he tugs at their joined hands, leading Shiro down the hall towards the older man's room. Impatient. As usual. But if Shiro comments on it his time Keith might scream.]
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The meeting is in two days. They can discuss it tomorrow. Almost there. Allura's voice echoes from further down the hall. It sounds like she's having a chat with someone and he punches his code in to open his room a lot faster than usual. The door clicks, Allura's voice echoes slightly less, he estimates she's around the bend.
Shiro let's go of Keith's hand and reaches for his arm. He times it well, grabbing for his arm and yanking him inside just as the door opens. They're inside and he's hissing the lock code just before he dips his head down and kisses him. The door shuts and seals. Now no one is the wiser to where they are.
Except Lance.]
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[Getting cornered by someone and answering questions instead of getting back to more important matters like kissing Shiro sounds like one of the worst things that could possibly happen, so Keith will hurry along too. He catches the sound of the princess's voice, and watches down the hall, like somehow he can will her to take her time.
He's focused enough that when his arm is taken and he's pulled, there's a soft squawk of surprise, but he doesn't resist, letting himself be pulled in and listening to the door swish shut behind him. He half starts to breathe a sigh of relief but then Shiro's lips are on his again and...
Well.
At that point breathing doesn't seem to matter anyway. Keith melts into him, one hand settling at Shiro's chest to brace himself, his other hand moving to curl his fingers at the nape of his neck, urge him closer even as he lifts onto the balls of his feet to meet that kiss.]
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The fact they both enjoy it makes it easy to do. He’s realized since he confessed that both of them will shift because of this relationship. He can’t play off things to keep Keith from worrying. He won’t be able to keep things so close to his chest. It will be as difficult to open that door as it is for Keith to say what he needs.
But, it’s worth it. He runs his hand up Keith’s back and down again with a dry laugh as he draws back enough to brush his bangs out of his eyes.]
Hey... [He swallows and steps back, gently tugging him to follow.] Let’s move this to the bed. If that’s alright.
[He has to ask. This could be too fast for Keith. It could be a whirlwind of mistakes to go so far while they’re both so vulnerable and keyed up. Shiro is willing to be reckless, too quick, just this once. But only if it is a decision they’ve both reached. While he has a feeling he knows the answer...he needs to hear it said.]
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The kiss ends and Keith looks like he may be about to protest or chase after another kiss, but he's distracted by Shiro's voice and what he says and he follows after him without even considering hesitating. Keith isn't easily flustered, and the heat in his cheeks isn't exactly shyness, not entirely.]
Yeah. It's... it's way more than all right.
[He steps in closer to nudge at Shiro, like he can move him faster. It is a whirlwind, one that Keith is all too happy to fling himself into, without hesitation, without looking back. Maybe it's reckless, but it's Shiro, and it's something he's wanted for what feels like forever. Keith is forever following his instincts and doing what feels right rather than reasoning things though. And nothing has ever felt more right than this.]
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They're both committed. There's no turning back now if there ever had been from the first kiss. He doesn't regret it as he sits down and tugs Keith down with one hand. His other hand glides up his back. Keith looking a little flushed with his hair mussed from earlier reignites the fire inside him. Their armor needs to come off. He doesn't want these barriers between them anymore.
He transfers his grip to Keith's gauntlet, tugging on it.]
Then we need to get our armor off. Or not much is really going to be happening.
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He slips his hand free of the gauntlet at the tugging, slipping off his other because now he can reach out and run his fingers over Shiro's neck, up along the line of his jaw and into his hair with nothing in his way. But trying to focus he lets his hands drop to see about unfastening Shiro's armor from his shoulders, chest, having at least the familiarity with how paladin armor works.]
...kinda miss earth clothes right now.
[That would make this a lot easier. But fussing or not, he's smiling at him, an unmistakable light of desire in dark violet eyes, even as he leans closer to steal a kiss like he can't possibly wait anymore, like it's been too long already. Like he doesn't want Shiro to forget what it's like.]
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Shiro draws back enough to unfasten his belt and gauntlets,tossing them to the floor. He's left in just the under suit, his underwear beneath it, and his boots. Good enough for now. His hands glide up Keith's well-toned thighs and tug him that last little bit of distance between them. They fit together so well he's a little light-headed when he leans in and kisses him, intent on stealing his breath.
It's different from how careful he'd been up until now. He still can't quite let himself do all he wants to, his hands splay themselves against the back of Keith's shoulders. He's unraveling, that chain he keeps himself on all the time straining to the breaking point. Just a little more and it will snap.]
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If Shiro wants him breathless, he's got it near immediately. Keith's heart can barely remember how to beat, never mind trying to focus on something so paltry as breathing.
Eventually Keith has to draw back from his lips for a shaky breath, murmuring the other man's name, barely a whisper of sound. He ducks his head so that he can kiss slowly along a strong jawline, down to his neck where he very purposefully scrapes his teeth. Keith wants those last threads of Shiro's self control to fray and snap, wants the other man to do what he wants, take what he wants. He meant what he'd said earlier, after all, that he wanted to give Shiro everything.]
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Go ahead and mark me, [He swallows reflexively, his skin feels like it burns where Keith has touched him. He hasn't desired anyone in a long time. He thought he never would again after the Galra made him their killing machine. The sounds he's heard, the light in violet eyes...changed that opinion entirely.
He rolls his hips up once to catch his attention to how much he wants this. He had no illusions they're both hard and wanting. He just has to communicate his own desire.]
I'm yours, right? [He twists his fingers in Keith's dark hair. They're alike in this. They need to be needed.]
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I'm yours. Simple enough words, but they're the most amazing thing that Keith has ever heard. He takes the encouragement all too eagerly, a harder scrape of his teeth before he presses his lips to the spot, sucking to bring a mark to the surface.
His. A softer brush of his lips.]
Mine... [He breathes out, soft and reverent, agreement even as he leans back to seek out Shiro's gaze with his own, moving in his lap, grinding down against him. He can feel how hard Shiro is, knows his own arousal has to be just as obvious, but he doesn't want to hide it. He wants Shiro to know, to understand how much he wants this, him.]
And I'm yours... [He promises, voice a breathy rush.] Make me yours.
God... Shiro. I want you. [Like he has never wanted anyone before. And now that they've actually gotten it out in the open, he's not shy about admitting it.]
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His hands fall to Keith's thighs as he rocks into every grind, his lips curling into an almost feral smile. There's already that pleasant burn curling with the need singing in his veins. The rest of their clothes need to come off.]
Yeah? ...Don't worry, I will. [His voice comes out husky and a bit breathless. Screw hiding it, they're through with secrets and none need to be here. Keith asked him to make his claim and he leans in, hands seeking out how to get Keith's body suit off of him as he murmurs against his lips.]
Keith... right here or the bed? I don't care which but one will be easier on you than the other. [It's Keith's first time. Or he has yet to be corrected on that fact. Either way he knows that he has to be careful with him.]
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He does pause, with a smile of his own, hands only straying from Shiro long enough to free his arms from his clothes. He leans in to steal another kiss, linger against Shiro's lips before he remembers he should answer.]
Bed? [He manages in a breathless rush, less about what might be easier, but more about the fact that even when this ends, he knows he isn't going to want to let go of Shiro. But it certainly is his first time being with anyone, and maybe that's obvious. He's running on instinct, entirely, doing what feels right without questioning it, trusting Shiro enough to follow his lead in this.]
Or anywhere. Just... [A smile, the expression heated, violet eyes fixing on Shiro's, all spark and challenge, one he's certain Shiro will meet.] ...don't keep me waiting.
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He leans back in, his hand trailing down bare skin and shoving the front of the suit down so he can follow the hard lines of Keith’s chest when a word translates into the answer he’d been waiting for. He is already slipping his hands down and around to lock under his butt and thigh. Shiro stands up, turns and lays the smaller man out on the bed. He settles over him and sets to stripping the suit completely off as he peppers the inviting bared neck with scrapes of his teeth and kisses.
His hands trace of bare skin and he moves down, kissing his chest and his hip, The black body suit gets tossed aside. He’s smart enough not to be a tease. This time. Some time he’ll have to wind Keith up until he’s so wrecked he can’t even form words. Not tonight. He straddles his hips and works his own suit down, shifting to get it off all the way. His briefs follow because he can’t be bothered to be slow about it. He reaches over and hits a small hidden button. A small compartment of a first aid kit, condoms, lube, all the important things he isn’t about to talk about and honestly kept out of habit to be safe are. It’s not much and he grabs the mostly unused liube and a condom. He is not going to be in the mood to clean up after.
He doubts Keith would even feel up to it and he has no desire to make this uncomfortable. He drops both onto the bed and reaches back to wrap his hand around Keith’s erection and give it a few slow strokes. Even touching him like this is sending tingles through him. He shivers.]
Just checking before I take us all the way...your preference is I take you, right? [He looks at Keith with a faint concern, making absolutely sure Keith’s wants are met is important to him. He isn’t going to object if ‘I want to give everything to you’ means he would prefer to lead. Or if he wants to mess around more before they get down to it.]
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He arches into that touch, squirming a bit too much to be helpful in Shiro stripping the rest of his suit off, but certainly not trying to get in his way of it because that's the last thing Keith wants. He's already so wound up, so turned on and over his head with desire like he's never felt this intensely before, that he can't possibly conceive of waiting a moment more.]
A-aah.. [A soft sound that tries to be a word but breaks at the feeling of those teeth. Keith reaches for Shiro, hands running up his arms, his shoulders, though he's distracted by watching, making a point of lifting his eyebrows at Shiro's admirable preparation, a wicked smile stretching over his lips -- an expression that softens somehow as Shiro speaks.
Always so mindful, always so willing to look out for everyone else. Shiro is... Shiro. And Keith's chest aches with how much he adores this man, beyond just the physical desire (which is clearly intense in its own right).]
Yeah. [A grin, a challenge really, like it so often is with Keith.] My preference is that you take me. That you fuck me. That you make me yours. [Keith reaches a hand up, fingers tracing along Shiro's jaw.] What's your preference, Shiro?
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Making this good for you ..and it's Takashi, remember? [He opens his eyes that have gone dark with desire. Keith's grin goes straight through him. He leans over him again as he releases his hand, skimming his hand up along his hip. He runs his hand up higher over ribs and along his arm.]
I want to give you everything. [He cups his face between his hands, one sliding into his hair as he presses his lips to his in an open-mouthed kiss. He puts everything into it, his hand in Keith's hair ready to gently guide him so they can make this better.
His free hand falls to the bed and reaches for the bottle, pulling it close.]
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Keith half opens his mouth to remind Shiro that he's allowed to want things for his own sake and not just other people's, but the thought is derailed by what Shiro says next, then further shattered when he meets that gaze. Keith can't explain why, but something about calling the other man by name sets an oddly fluttery feeling low in his stomach. Not playing fair.]
Takashi... [He repeats in that moment before Shiro's mouth is on his, before he's arching up to meet that kiss like he needs it to survive, arms winding around him, fingers pressing tightly into the muscle of his back, nails digging into skin more than he means to. Shiro isn't getting out of this unscathed. Keith voices a wordless moan softly, lost in the midst of the kiss, slowly dragging his nails down Shiro's back.]
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He presses into the kiss, eagerly deepening it as he carefully tilts Keith's head with his hand to make it better for both of them. He's never loved anyone and been loved in return like this. He slips one hand down up under a warm thigh and urges it to move to the side.
He pops the cap of the lube as he reluctantly draws back from the kiss with a shudder. Shiro rests his forehead against his to catch his breath.] Spread your thighs a little more? I'm going to get you ready.
[He meets his eyes and smiles, a little embarrassed but happy.]
Ever got off that way before?
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