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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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.]