[Keith puts up no resistance at all, fingertips brushing along Shiro's cheek since he's gone and put himself in proximity like that. ...yes. He's a touchy-feely kind of drunk. Around Shiro anyway.
His lips stretch into a grin as Shiro agrees with him, visibly and undeniably pleased at the vote of confidence. His neck arches into that touch, his other hand lifting to run fingers through Shiro's hair, grin only widening at the question.]
I said I was sore not that I wasn't up for it. [He murmurs. Shiro lets go of Keith's hand to kiss his jaw and follow it down to the side of his neck. He scrapes his teeth against soft skin as his hand slides down, Keith's blanketed side. He flips it aside and slips into the offered space, settling his weight on top of his boyfriend.]
You'll have to do more work than usual is all I was saying.
[Well. Then. Keith probably intends to say more but then Shiro is kissing down his neck, and he's left thoroughly derailed, even more so by the scrape of teeth. He blinks to try to clear his vision, dazed more from Shiro's proximity than from the alcohol at this point, if he's being honest.]
I don't mind working for it...
[He informs the other man with an attempt at a grin, one that is knocked away almost instantaneously by that breath in his ear. His hands move to catch at the back of Shiro's shirt, already beginning to tug it up his back, fingertips greedily moving to roam over bared skin.]
Good. Let's take our time, Takashi. [He can do slow, can dial back some of the usual sharp edges, let the flames between them smolder instead of tearing through everything like an inferno.]
[He kisses him, nipping st his lips and sliding his tongue over the seam to ask to be let in. Usually they’re both frantic and rough. A thought occurs to him maybe it’s good to find a slower pace they both like. Warm tingles are spreading through him and he arches back into the hands on his bare skin.
He breaks away from exploring Keith’s mouth to hook his hands under the edge of his shirt and tug it off. He drops it carelessly over the side with no intention of retrieving it later. This is their quarters and sprawling naked on their couch isn’t a crime. He braces himself with a hand on the couch as he dips his head and nips at where Keirh’s neck and jaw connect. His free hand slips under his skin and his hand splays over his abs. The touch alone is like a dash of heat into his system.]
[Keith's lips part, all too eager to welcome the kiss deeper, to take whatever it is that Shiro is willing to give him. Whatever pace they take, Keith is happy for it. Maybe taking their time, slowing down and taking it moment by moment will be good for them. Keith has a tendency to approach everything with an intensity like his life depends on it, so maybe just a little less of that desperation, a little more savoring each moment.
But still, that doesn't mean he sees any reason to hesitate in being rid of their clothes. Shiro's shirt. His shirt -- tangling himself up a bit before he makes his way free. And then his hands roam up and over that chest. Really, he should take his time to appreciate Shiro, everything that Shiro is.
His head falls back against the couch with a soft groan of approval, a rush of heat, molten and pulsing, races through him.]
Ah... I... [His lips find their way into a smirky grin as he looks up at him.] You're already sore, mm? So why don't you let me ride you?
[His grey eyes widen. They switch off all the time and some of his favorite usually involves one of the other getting pounded into. He admits that to himself. But, he has a weakness. The fastest way to break his self restraint is Keith riding him. He looks incredible all the time. But like that...
He arches into Keith’s hands and catches them with his own. He draws them up and kisses his knuckles, his eyes dark with need.] I can never say no to that. You know that.
[He hasn’t made it a secret. Or how quickly he goes to pieces when it’s his turn to be driven into and Keith bites the back of his neck. If he’s possessive at the same time...just the thought is enough to make him feel a stab of embarrassed glee. Sometimes he needs it. He releases his hands and sits up. He smirks back at him and pats his thigh.] It’s your show, Keith.
[Oh no it isn't a secret. Keith is well aware of it, and he loves the knowledge. He loves being able to drive Shiro wild. And god knows he loves it the other way too, having Shiro beneath him, feeling his body react as he thrusts inside him, signs his name with his teeth across Shiro's skin. He loves it when he has Shiro bearing over him, fucking him hard enough tha the sometimes wonders if their bed will survive them.
Or the couch. But this sofa is tough, and they're going to take their time and go easy this go around, he reminds himself.
A small flicker of a grin and he leans up now that he can to steal a kiss, hands running through Shiro's hair before he slips out from the blankets and stands. First he fishes in a drawer in a nearby end table for a small bottle of lube (tucked away in all sorts of places around their home, given that these things happen)
He's shirtless, but that still leaves his pants, and his hands drop to the button, gaze flickering to Shiro to make sure his boyfriend is watching. Keith can't help it. He likes the other man's eyes on him far too much.]
[The kiss is too brief. He wants more. Shiro keeps himself still as the blankets are moved aside and Keith leans over giving him a great view of the muscles of his back flexing. He runs his hand down the exposed skin and hard muscle. Taking their time is going to drive him out of his mind.
He leans over Keith and nips his shoulder as he claims the bottle from him. He sets it on the coffee table within their reach but far enough it won’t tempt them to go at their usual pace. He draws back as violet eyes meet his own. His own hand drifts to the button on his pants and he flicks it open, drawing the zipper down. A hiss escapes him as his already half-hard cock is given some relief. His eyes never leave Keith’s. He arches an eyebrow as if to say, ‘your turn’.]
[Keith wants more too. And there will be more. He has to keep reminding himself that they're taking their time. It's so easy to wind up swept up in Shiro. That's the effect the other man has on him, turning the flame that always seems to smolder in him into an absolute inferno that threatens to consume him entirely.
Keith likes it. A lot.
But he likes this too. His gaze follow Shiro's hand, fixed on it, a predator that's spotted its quarry and won't let it out of his sight. He visibly shivers at the sound of Shiro's breath alone. Keith is way too keyed up, and he knows it. His gaze drifts back up to his face, and he swallows back a groan in favor of grinning.
Right. His turn. He undoes his pants slowly, hooking his fingers into the waistband to inch them down off his hips, leaving his underwear on for the moment, eyes fixed on Shiro's face. He's still a little tipsy, but his balance is always uncanny anyway, so he doesn't trip up as he steps out of and kicks his pants aside.]
[Right on cue, he slowly stands up and pushes his pants down an inch at a time. He's taking his time on purpose. Keith can cool down a little by the time he steps out of his jeans. He kicks them aside and sits back down.
Shiro leans back and runs his hand down his chest, scratching with his nails down until he reaches his abs. He leans towards him his eyes fixed on his.] Come here.
[If Shiro thinks the striptease will cool him down, he has another thing coming. The way that violet eyes fix so intently on him, watching, it may be more than a little obvious. But Keith is trying to keep in mind that he needs to calm down.
Not easy when Shiro looks that way, when he watches the progress of that hand moving over skin that he very much wants to touch. So when the other man speaks, Keith is moving towards him like the words are some sort of command spell, one that he wouldn't dream of resisting.
His fingers trace over Shiro's ribs, around his sides as he steps in close.]
Hello, [He fights with himself not to grin and fails. A wide grin spreads across his face as he pulls Keith flush up against him. He runs his hand up his back as he draws him down for a slow lingering kiss. His grin turns wicked.]
Remember Keith, [He says as he pulls back and turns his attention to kissing his neck. He loves the way Keith will move to get more attention. It definitely tells him where to tease or when to let up or not.] Patience yields...
[He leans back up for another kiss as his hand cups the back of his head.] A long night.
[Keith will never admit it in words -- because he has his pride, after all -- but Shiro has this infuriatingly wonderful knack for making his knees go weak. This is one of those moments. Those lips at his neck, the strongly muscled body pressed close to is, honestly Keith is fortunate he can keep his feet at all.
It helps that he's leaning into Shiro, arms tight around him, hands unable to keep still as they map over his skin. His head falls to the side, all about wordlessly pleading for more.
The words filter through though and violet eyes snap open, as that kiss breaks.]
...brat... [He breathes, breathless, a soft hiss as he drags his nails slow and purposeful down Shiro's back, turning his head to scrape his teeth along his jaw.]
But you're right... it's going to be a long night. Hope you can keep up the pace.
Slow and steady? Of course I can. [He says as he leans into the drag of Keirh’s Nails and tips his head back to expose more of the underside of his jaw. Mm, Keith has learned the right places to tease. He pulls him the rest of the way into his lap and gently squeezes his hips.]
And I know you can too. [He catches his boyfriend’s chin and kisses him on the lips, letting go to let his hands roam down Keith’s back and over his ass. He’s had thoughts about this since Keith texted him he was going to the bar with some of their colleagues. It has been his fault he left himself too open to getting hit by not just Hunk but Allura as well when demonstrating group tactics to cadets.
The class has made quiet winces of their own when he pointed out what he’d done wrong and what they did right.]
[Definitely a brat, Keith thinks to himself. But a brat who knows how to drive him crazy in the best possible ways. And Keith wouldn't change any of it. He shifts closer, eager, settling into his lap, straddling the older man's thighs to mold himself up as close as he possibly can.]
I can. I'm pretty motivated...
[He informs him, kissing down Shiro's neck, down to where neck meets shoulder, fixing his mouth there and sucking a mark to the surface. He squirms beneath that touch, murmuring his next words to Shiro's ear.]
Tell me if it's too much. [It's half teasing and half challenge, but there's an undercurrent of concern there.]
Good. [He rests his hands on Keith's thighs and clenches his hands on them as he arches, head tipping back again. The heat between them is climbing slowly. He has a feeling they'll have more nights like this.
Shiro groans, his arm wrapping around Keith's back. A dash of a thrill runs through him and he grins, raking his nails down his boyfriend's back, rolling his hips once.] Mm, it's perfect.
I told you...just a little sore. Manhandle me all you want. Hunk pulled his hit at the last moment even if Allura didn't.
[Those hands at his thighs have Keith shifting forward, rocking against him. His back arches, bowing as those nails drag over his skin, drawing a roughened groan from his lips before he can even think to stop it.
He presses his face to the side of Shiro's neck for a moment, breathing, dragging his tongue up along the line of his neck, his jaw, to his ear where he murmurs.]
Yeah. Perfect sounds right...
[Though really, Allura hits hard, so that's still a concern. But if Shiro says he's good, then Keith will take his word for it.]
[His breath leaves him in a rush. Keith’s groan is a song that wakes him up, like consoles all flickering to life. He runs his hands up the underside of his thighs and back up. A shiver runs down his spine and he groans as Keith finds the underside of his jaw.
His fingers wind into Keith’s hair and he pulls back enough to tug lightly and nip and kiss his way down his jaw to his neck.] ...tell me if you can’t keep this pace.
[There’s no hurrying right now. His fingers trace over old scars and he nips the edge of his ear. He follows the line of his neck and pauses, sucking on the skin to make a mark. Just another proof they’re alive.]
[Shiro's hands leave fire in their wake, every last inch of skin that they pass over. But he's always been unable to resist Shiro's touch, and he's losing another wordless, pleased sound at the tug to his hair, neck arching to wordlessly encourage, plead for more of that attention.
He manages a laugh, more breath than actual sound,] I can keep it. I can handle whatever you've got to give.
[Even as slow as they may be taking this. Though something twists hot and tight, low in his stomach as that mouth sucks at his skin. It isn't fair that Shiro has figured out his weak spots -- not fair, but absolutely wonderful.]
[He breaks away from the mark to kiss the underside of Keith's jaw.]
That's my Keith. [He whispers. He follows the line of his neck down to the scar and kisses it. He tugs again, drawing Keith back to paint more kisses down his chest. Every scar is paid attention to. He only releases him to lean back into the back of the couch.
Shiro tugs him to him again, already leaning in to kiss him again.]
Everything I have to give...you've got it. [He sinks into the kiss and the heat, it feels so good to just take their time. It's like they're finally winding down after a life lived hard and fast. They're both still young yet sometimes it feels like they've lived forever.
As he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue along his, he's reminded what the therapist said.
'War makes everything feel like it stretches out. Time seems to cease.' Yes, it does. He slides his fingers into Keith's hair and pulls back enough to breathe,] I love you. I'll say it over and over until you're sick of it.
[Each touch, all the attention from Shiro undoes him, but Keith is used to that. Maybe it's the way Shiro touches him in general, like he's somehow precious, like he matters. Even now it's something he can't take for granted.
He can't quite keep his hands still, can't stop fingers from roaming over Shiro's chest,d own his sides, contours and angles and lines that he's long ago committed to memory, a map that he knows by heart and plans to never forget.
His hands run up over Shiro's chest, down over his back looping down about his shoulders. Keith sighs into that kiss, a soft low protest starts as it breaks, silenced by Shiro's words.]
I love you too. I'll never get sick of hearing it. Or saying it. [Keith isn't good enough with words to explain it, how loving Shiro means everything, has meant everything, how it has made him a better person, a stronger person.
So instead of words, he kisses him again, soft and sweet and gentle, quick but repeated, like he's sipping from his lips again and again. They're taking their time, but the need is building sure and strong in him.]
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[Keith puts up no resistance at all, fingertips brushing along Shiro's cheek since he's gone and put himself in proximity like that. ...yes. He's a touchy-feely kind of drunk. Around Shiro anyway.
His lips stretch into a grin as Shiro agrees with him, visibly and undeniably pleased at the vote of confidence. His neck arches into that touch, his other hand lifting to run fingers through Shiro's hair, grin only widening at the question.]
They do. And it's a problem.
[Fight him.]
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You'll have to do more work than usual is all I was saying.
[He sucks on his neck and breathes in his ear.]
It just means slow, not rough and fast.
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[Well. Then. Keith probably intends to say more but then Shiro is kissing down his neck, and he's left thoroughly derailed, even more so by the scrape of teeth. He blinks to try to clear his vision, dazed more from Shiro's proximity than from the alcohol at this point, if he's being honest.]
I don't mind working for it...
[He informs the other man with an attempt at a grin, one that is knocked away almost instantaneously by that breath in his ear. His hands move to catch at the back of Shiro's shirt, already beginning to tug it up his back, fingertips greedily moving to roam over bared skin.]
Good. Let's take our time, Takashi. [He can do slow, can dial back some of the usual sharp edges, let the flames between them smolder instead of tearing through everything like an inferno.]
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He breaks away from exploring Keith’s mouth to hook his hands under the edge of his shirt and tug it off. He drops it carelessly over the side with no intention of retrieving it later. This is their quarters and sprawling naked on their couch isn’t a crime. He braces himself with a hand on the couch as he dips his head and nips at where Keirh’s neck and jaw connect. His free hand slips under his skin and his hand splays over his abs. The touch alone is like a dash of heat into his system.]
...do you want to top this time or?
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But still, that doesn't mean he sees any reason to hesitate in being rid of their clothes. Shiro's shirt. His shirt -- tangling himself up a bit before he makes his way free. And then his hands roam up and over that chest. Really, he should take his time to appreciate Shiro, everything that Shiro is.
His head falls back against the couch with a soft groan of approval, a rush of heat, molten and pulsing, races through him.]
Ah... I... [His lips find their way into a smirky grin as he looks up at him.] You're already sore, mm? So why don't you let me ride you?
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He arches into Keith’s hands and catches them with his own. He draws them up and kisses his knuckles, his eyes dark with need.] I can never say no to that. You know that.
[He hasn’t made it a secret. Or how quickly he goes to pieces when it’s his turn to be driven into and Keith bites the back of his neck. If he’s possessive at the same time...just the thought is enough to make him feel a stab of embarrassed glee. Sometimes he needs it. He releases his hands and sits up. He smirks back at him and pats his thigh.] It’s your show, Keith.
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Or the couch. But this sofa is tough, and they're going to take their time and go easy this go around, he reminds himself.
A small flicker of a grin and he leans up now that he can to steal a kiss, hands running through Shiro's hair before he slips out from the blankets and stands. First he fishes in a drawer in a nearby end table for a small bottle of lube (tucked away in all sorts of places around their home, given that these things happen)
He's shirtless, but that still leaves his pants, and his hands drop to the button, gaze flickering to Shiro to make sure his boyfriend is watching. Keith can't help it. He likes the other man's eyes on him far too much.]
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He leans over Keith and nips his shoulder as he claims the bottle from him. He sets it on the coffee table within their reach but far enough it won’t tempt them to go at their usual pace. He draws back as violet eyes meet his own. His own hand drifts to the button on his pants and he flicks it open, drawing the zipper down. A hiss escapes him as his already half-hard cock is given some relief. His eyes never leave Keith’s. He arches an eyebrow as if to say, ‘your turn’.]
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Keith likes it. A lot.
But he likes this too. His gaze follow Shiro's hand, fixed on it, a predator that's spotted its quarry and won't let it out of his sight. He visibly shivers at the sound of Shiro's breath alone. Keith is way too keyed up, and he knows it. His gaze drifts back up to his face, and he swallows back a groan in favor of grinning.
Right. His turn. He undoes his pants slowly, hooking his fingers into the waistband to inch them down off his hips, leaving his underwear on for the moment, eyes fixed on Shiro's face. He's still a little tipsy, but his balance is always uncanny anyway, so he doesn't trip up as he steps out of and kicks his pants aside.]
Are you stopping there?
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Shiro leans back and runs his hand down his chest, scratching with his nails down until he reaches his abs. He leans towards him his eyes fixed on his.] Come here.
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Not easy when Shiro looks that way, when he watches the progress of that hand moving over skin that he very much wants to touch. So when the other man speaks, Keith is moving towards him like the words are some sort of command spell, one that he wouldn't dream of resisting.
His fingers trace over Shiro's ribs, around his sides as he steps in close.]
Hi. [He murmurs.]
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Remember Keith, [He says as he pulls back and turns his attention to kissing his neck. He loves the way Keith will move to get more attention. It definitely tells him where to tease or when to let up or not.] Patience yields...
[He leans back up for another kiss as his hand cups the back of his head.] A long night.
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It helps that he's leaning into Shiro, arms tight around him, hands unable to keep still as they map over his skin. His head falls to the side, all about wordlessly pleading for more.
The words filter through though and violet eyes snap open, as that kiss breaks.]
...brat... [He breathes, breathless, a soft hiss as he drags his nails slow and purposeful down Shiro's back, turning his head to scrape his teeth along his jaw.]
But you're right... it's going to be a long night. Hope you can keep up the pace.
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And I know you can too. [He catches his boyfriend’s chin and kisses him on the lips, letting go to let his hands roam down Keith’s back and over his ass. He’s had thoughts about this since Keith texted him he was going to the bar with some of their colleagues. It has been his fault he left himself too open to getting hit by not just Hunk but Allura as well when demonstrating group tactics to cadets.
The class has made quiet winces of their own when he pointed out what he’d done wrong and what they did right.]
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I can. I'm pretty motivated...
[He informs him, kissing down Shiro's neck, down to where neck meets shoulder, fixing his mouth there and sucking a mark to the surface. He squirms beneath that touch, murmuring his next words to Shiro's ear.]
Tell me if it's too much. [It's half teasing and half challenge, but there's an undercurrent of concern there.]
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Shiro groans, his arm wrapping around Keith's back. A dash of a thrill runs through him and he grins, raking his nails down his boyfriend's back, rolling his hips once.] Mm, it's perfect.
I told you...just a little sore. Manhandle me all you want. Hunk pulled his hit at the last moment even if Allura didn't.
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He presses his face to the side of Shiro's neck for a moment, breathing, dragging his tongue up along the line of his neck, his jaw, to his ear where he murmurs.]
Yeah. Perfect sounds right...
[Though really, Allura hits hard, so that's still a concern. But if Shiro says he's good, then Keith will take his word for it.]
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His fingers wind into Keith’s hair and he pulls back enough to tug lightly and nip and kiss his way down his jaw to his neck.] ...tell me if you can’t keep this pace.
[There’s no hurrying right now. His fingers trace over old scars and he nips the edge of his ear. He follows the line of his neck and pauses, sucking on the skin to make a mark. Just another proof they’re alive.]
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He manages a laugh, more breath than actual sound,] I can keep it. I can handle whatever you've got to give.
[Even as slow as they may be taking this. Though something twists hot and tight, low in his stomach as that mouth sucks at his skin. It isn't fair that Shiro has figured out his weak spots -- not fair, but absolutely wonderful.]
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That's my Keith. [He whispers. He follows the line of his neck down to the scar and kisses it. He tugs again, drawing Keith back to paint more kisses down his chest. Every scar is paid attention to. He only releases him to lean back into the back of the couch.
Shiro tugs him to him again, already leaning in to kiss him again.]
Everything I have to give...you've got it. [He sinks into the kiss and the heat, it feels so good to just take their time. It's like they're finally winding down after a life lived hard and fast. They're both still young yet sometimes it feels like they've lived forever.
As he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue along his, he's reminded what the therapist said.
'War makes everything feel like it stretches out. Time seems to cease.' Yes, it does. He slides his fingers into Keith's hair and pulls back enough to breathe,] I love you. I'll say it over and over until you're sick of it.
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He can't quite keep his hands still, can't stop fingers from roaming over Shiro's chest,d own his sides, contours and angles and lines that he's long ago committed to memory, a map that he knows by heart and plans to never forget.
His hands run up over Shiro's chest, down over his back looping down about his shoulders. Keith sighs into that kiss, a soft low protest starts as it breaks, silenced by Shiro's words.]
I love you too. I'll never get sick of hearing it. Or saying it. [Keith isn't good enough with words to explain it, how loving Shiro means everything, has meant everything, how it has made him a better person, a stronger person.
So instead of words, he kisses him again, soft and sweet and gentle, quick but repeated, like he's sipping from his lips again and again. They're taking their time, but the need is building sure and strong in him.]