spaceforged | IC Contact (Mask or Menace)

[Keith shifts with Shiro, leaning into him. His back arches as that hand slides down his back, all invitation, all trusting. He's nervous, faintly, if only because this is new for him, but far more than the nerves is the need and the thrum of anticipation, of desire.]

Mm... yeah...

[He agrees softly, nuzzling at his jawline, down along his neck. He manages not to tense as he feels those fingers at his entrance. His voice catches, but he does as Shiro's said, focusing on relaxing, on taking a breath. He kisses slowly up to his ear to murmur, like it's some sort of secret,]

I like when you call me baby.

[But then, endearments are something new too. In the past it's only ever been emo kid or wash out or mullet, nothing soft or affectionate.] I feel good. You can go ahead. I want it.

[Shiro makes a harsh male noise tinged with need. He wants to hear Keith’s breath catches again. He wants to find every single sound Keith and make until he knows them all. Shiro gently presses his finger into him and kisses Keith’s jaw, scraping his teeth on the edge.

He slides his free has down to the curve of Keith’s ass and gives it an appreciative squeeze.] I like it when you say my name.

[His hand travels back up, fingers digging in enough to let Keith feel the pressure of their glide up his back. He slides his hand back into his hand and grasps it, gently tugging until Keith obeys his very gentle direction. Then he kisses him, nipping as his lips and pressing for a deeper kiss as adds a second finger,]

Mmm, lean a little more into me, I’m going to show you something. [He isn’t sure if Keith ever bothered to get off like this. He could ask but he thinks his instincts are right, He grins at him as he watches his face. He’ll know the moment he finds his prostate with his questing fingers. He wants to see that moment and drink in Keith’s reaction.]

[Oh. The sound that Shiro makes strikes straight through Keith like a match to dry tinder, setting something in him absolutely ablaze. It strikes him then, not for the first time, but oh so clearly in this moment, that Shiro -- this amazing, beautiful man -- wants him. Keith moans softly at the first feeling of that finger inside him.

And because he's very much inclined to give Shiro things he likes, he leans into him and breathes softly,] Takashi... [And then kisses him, all parted lips, tongue licking its way into Shiro's mouth, groaning as the kiss breaks, as he feels the stretch of that second finger.]

Show me..? [Keith echoes clearly distracted, but it becomes very obvious what Shiro means all at once. He cries out, pleasured and startled and oh that is new and good.] Oh god.

There it is. [He whispers as he rubs that spot again, teasing it as he scissors his fingers. Keith saying his name with his voice all husky with want is something he’ll treasure. He kisses the sharp edge of his jaw and works his way down his neck while he wraps one hand around the base of his shaft. He glides his hand over him in time with every thrust of his fingers.

He could send him over the edge just like this. But he’s a selfish man. Shiro lets go of Keith and pulls his fingers out,] Just a little longer.

[He assures him with a stolen kiss to the lips as he reaches for the condom and tears the foil open. Shiro gently directs Keith’s chin in a silent request for him to watch as he rolls the condom on. He is aware they’re both clean.

But tonight is Keith’s first time and he hasn’t been with anyone in a while either. They’re going to be exhausted. His hands fall to Keith’s hips as he positions himself, he locks eyes with him as he slowly pulls him down, hands holding tight so Keith doesn’t impatiently hurt himself.]

Breathe, baby. You have to relax and let it happen.

[Keith's hands grip at Shiro's shoulders, sliding down and along his back, nails scratching over skin as he tries to process all the sensations, the feelings. Pleasure races through him with each quickened beat of his heart, a heat building low in the pit of his stomach. Shiro could play him like an instrument if he wants to, and Keith feels like he's all too quickly racing to that edge, a low whine slipping from his lips.]

Takashi... [And then those hands leave and there's a sound somewhere between relief and frustration. So close, but he doesn't want to come until Shiro is inside him, until they're moving together. He watches as Shiro rolls the condom down his length, near vibrating with need, trying to be patient.

Those hands at his hips are strong, and god he needs that control more than he can explain. Shiro knows him too well, and patience and holding back have never been his greatest skills. Shiro has always been the one who's given him a stable, fixed point in the storm. So he moves slowly as he's guided, groaning lowly at the first feeling of Shiro pressing inside him. He breathes, gasping softly.] Ah... it's good. Please...

[Shiro keeps his hands tight on Keith’s hips as he pulls him down inch by inch. It’s a slow process and Keith’s soft gasp tears at his patience. He doesn’t dare move either of his hands away. Keith needs him to keep control over both of them.

He kisses the side of his face and says softly,] Be patient. Once I’m all in and you get used to how it feels, then I’ll move. [He kisses the side of his face again and again, and when he’s fully inside Keith he waits a few moments, then he lifts his hands from Keith’s hips to catch his chin and pull him into kiss.

He pulls back before either of them can deepen it and kisses of the corner of Keith’s mouth.] I’m going to move, okay?

[His hands slip back down to Keith's hips and he slowly draws him up, His breath catches at the slide as sparks of pleasure wind through him. It hits him that this is real. They’re together just like this.] That’s it, just breathe. You’re doing fine.

[Keith swallows the better part of a groan, but a low whine makes it out. Patient. It's always patient with Shiro, but he knows the other is right. Shiro usually is. Keith is bad at patience, and it's better to take their time with this.

But oh it's a very sweet sort of torture as he sinks inch by inch down on Shiro, slow and steady and he's being patient even if all of him wants all of Shiro all at once.

He sinks eagerly into that kiss, murmuring a wordless protest when the kiss ends so soon. But what Shiro says catches his attention and he nods.]

Move... [He breathes in agreement, nodding, letting himself be guided upward. His arms wind about Shiro's shoulder, clutching to him, the sensation so new, the faint ache at being stretched around Shiro's cock, and wanting more of him, everything he has to give. Rocking his hips back down, he leans in, lips brushing the other man's ear as he murmurs.] Do you feel good? Do you like it?

Yes, [The word comes out in a rush of breath as Keith unexpectedly rocks back down. He was right when he first kissed Keith. This man will be the death of him.] Yes, I feel really good.

[He laughs, not bothering to hide it. Why he's surprised by how attentive Keith is even like this. He has no idea.] I needed to be this close tonight. I just...didn't realize how badly.

[He grins at him, pulling Keith a little closer so they slide against each other with every roll of his hips. He hums with pleasure, his grin softening into a fond smile.] How about you? Still feeling good there, baby? It's going to get even better than this.

Good...

[Keith breathes back with a soft smile, though the expression is interrupted with a low whimper as he starts to find a tentative rhythm of rising and falling in Shiro's lap, slow for now, growing accustomed to the feeling of Shiro inside him, savoring each moment because this is actually happening, they're together this way, close as they possibly can be.

He shifts closer as he's pulled, leaning closer to press a kiss to that smile on Shiro's face. His hands drag down between them, mapping their way over Shiro's chest. He nods.] It's good. It's so good. [Another stolen kiss, deliberately brief.] Show me?

[He wants to chase that kiss and sink into the next one but Keith asked him for something. He will always give him what he wants. His grin turns shades of feral as he rocks up into him with a soft sound of satisfaction.

He shifts the angle, looking for that spot that will draw cries out of Keith. He wants to hear him. His thoughts about roommates that might hear them is gone. He just wants to Keith to enjoy himself.]

[Keith sees that grin on Shiro's face, and that alone is enough to have him nearly choking on a moan, even more so when the other man actually moves. Oh. His body reacts without his permission, nails gripping at Shiro's shoulders, digging into skin, hips rocking down to meet him.

He's forgotten about roommates entirely, and his thoughts have been shattered to pieces, all fixed on Shiro and how good he feels and how he wants more. Then Shiro finds the right angle, finds that spot inside him, and Keith arches hard against him, a cry leaving his lips, loud and wordless and breathless.]

Ta...Takashi. [He nearly sobs out his name.] Yes. Fuck. Please.

[Breath catches in his throat. A jolt of pleasure rips through him as he slides his hands under Keith’s ass and up over his toned thighs. He presses his thumbs down and drags them up in time with driving up into Keith with a grin on his face. The energy between them is like a snap of electricity. All their passion. All the need and wants of years colliding in one fiery clash.

His shoulders sting. He wants more of it. He used to prefer slow, gentle sex. It’s a little surprising to realize his tastes shifted. He leans in and kisses the edge of Keith’s jaw, scraping his teeth against skin as he fists a hand in Keith’s hair.]

Please what? Tell me.

[Keith can feel it too, like something in him has been waiting to catch fire this whole time, and now it's become a genuine inferno that there's no putting out until its burned its way through. And oh he's far too happy to burn if it's with Shiro.

He lets his head fall back as those fingers tangle in his hair, voice catching again. His nails drag down his shoulders, and poor Shiro will wind up covered in marks by the time all this is done, tooth and nail. Keith is moving in Shiro's lap, unable to keep still, seeking out more of that feeling that had him seeing stars.]

More... [He finally manages to shape a word, takes a shuddering breath before managing to speak again.] Harder. Fuck me, please.

[It may be his first time, but Keith apparently fully wants to feel this tomorrow.]

[Two years. Two years of slowly falling for this man. It's an eternity in a war. He lifts his head to get a look at Keith's eyes. He's beautiful like this, sweaty and wild, eyes so dark there's barely any violet left. They're moving in time to a beat only they know, and his grin grows a little wider.]

Like this? [He picks up the pace, dropping his hands to hook them under Keith's legs and give himself a little more leverage to drive into him. Keith liked him grabbing his hair, he notes that for later.]

[Keith can see in the expression on Shiro's face what is coming, and Shiro does not disappoint. He cries out again, a smile curling the corners of his lips up in answer.]

Like that. You feel so good, Takashi...

[So good. They've been circling each other for so long now, to finally collide like this. His hands settle at either side of Shiro's face, urging him to tilt his chin so he can lean in and steal a kiss from him.]

[Keith touches him and he leans in, guessing what he wanted because he craves it too. He’s hitting that point where he’s beyond words, willing to sink into the moment. With Keith he’s content to just be.

The sound of Keith’s cries fills him with a sense of satisfaction. He caused that. He puts more power into thrusting up into him, wanting Keith to really feel it in the morning. Maybe he’ll be selfish and refuse to leave the bed to take care of him.

Sweat runs down his face and drips from his jaw, he pays it very little attention.] Getting close?

[Every last thought in Keith's mind scatters and all he can think, all that he can feel, his entire universe is Shiro, is sensation and pleasure that drives him right to the border of too much.

He can barely manage to answer the question, nodding before he finds his voice.]

So close. [He rolls his hips down hard, hands running down Shiro's chest, his biceps, holding tightly.] Are you? Come for me, Takashi? [He barely gets the words out though, so close to that edge that the next motion, the next time he feels Shiro buried fully inside him, sends him crashing into his orgasm. He cries out again, something that starts as Shiro's name but finishes as a wordless cry of bliss as he spills himself between them.]

[He arches into Keith’s touch barely having time to register Keith’s request before the sudden pressure tears his thoughts apart. Keith’s cry muffles his own short, rough growl. Pleasure bursts through him and he empties himself inside Keith.

Shiro works them both through the waves of their climax and slows down, stopping when he would be too sensitive to continue. He slumps back against the wall, breathing deep. He slides his hands up Keith’s sides to pull him close. They need a moment to bask and recover in the afterglow.

He’ll convince Keith to shower with him in a little bit.] Still alive?

[Keith needs very little encouragement to settle in close, resting up against Shiro's chest, face half buried in his shoulder, skin against sweat damp skin. It takes a long moment for him to catch his breath, interrupted by the touch of Shiro's hands over his skin sending a pleasant tremor through him, sensitive as every last nerve in his body still feels.

His lips stretch into a smile at the question and he sighs, running a hand down Shiro's arm, down his bicep, his forearm, down to catch Shiro's fingers with his.]

Mm-mm. Don't think so. But at least I died happy.

[He laces their fingers together and wraps his other arm around Keith. His heart is still beating fast but the frantic energy that dominated his mind is fading away replaced by an easy peace. He can finally believe there is a tomorrow ahead of them.]

So no going to breakfast in that cafe down the street tomorrow morning? [He turns his head to press a kiss to the side of Keith’s neck. He murmurs,] If you can’t walk, I’ll carry you to the shower. I’ll carry you anywhere.

I could probably come back to life for pancakes and coffee.

[Keith murmurs, leaning back to smile at Shiro, blissfully worn out and smiling, still wrapped up in the afterglow. He leans in to catch Shiro's lips with his own, a soft, gentle kiss, languid and sweet in direct contrast to the frantic, desperate kisses from moments before.]

Anywhere, huh?

[Keith looks at Shiro and there's something plainly lovestruck in his expression.] Only one way to find out.

[Whether or not he can make it to the shower under his own power. Then again, staying in Shiro's arms is way too appealing.]

Anywhere. [He repeats as he carefully shifts, hands on Keith’s hips to lift him up. He hisses softly as he pulls out. Shiro steals another kiss as his hands run up and down Keith’s sides.]

See if you can get off the bed and we’ll take it from there.

[The lazy way is really appealing to him but he knows Keith. He’ll want to try to get up on his own once.]

Yes sir.

[A grin, just this side of cocky, like he's sure he's got this. But he isn't sure, and as he moves to stand, his legs feel a bit like they're brand new and he totters. It's very newborn fawn, and he would probably fluster if he weren't still quite so comfortably basking in the afterglow. So instead he drops down to a seat at the edge of the bed and holds his arms out towards Shiro expectantly. Okay. He's accepted his terribly wonderfully appealing fate.

True he could manage the walk if he needed to, but for once in his life Keith doesn't feel like he has anything to prove to anyone.]

[He allows himself a smug smile as he pushes himself up. His back stings and his smile grows wider. Shiro slips off the bed as soundless as a jungle cat and stands before Keith.

It does more for his ego than he wants to admit to him to see Keith, the lethal and powerful man that he is, reaching for him. Shiro steps into his space and sweeps him up into his arms.

He isn’t usually conscious of their size difference. Keith is only a little shorter than he is. Like this he can tell Keith is smaller than he is, built more like a bright sword than his own solid mass that is more like a shield. He adjusts his hold, shifting his grip to under Keith's butt as he steps to the side and walks around the bed to the bathroom.]

Cheeky bastard. We’re the same rank.

[Keith winds his arms around Shiro's shoulders. There are very, very few people that Keith trusts enough to let himself be seen as at all vulnerable. But Shiro? Shiro he trusts with everything he is, so he leans into that broad, strong chest as he's lifted. And besides, Shiro wore him out fair and square.

He laughs before realizing he has an opportunity that shouldn't be wasted, so he lets his hand wander down tracing over Shiro's chest.]

Old habits I guess. [He answers trying to hide his grin.]

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