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[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.]

I see. [This is a side of Keith that belongs to him and him alone. It’s nice to see him feeling comfortable enough to let his guard down. He leaves the bathroom door open and shifts his grip on Keith long enough to open the shower door.

He reaches in and turns on the water, ducking out as the cool water rushes out. Shiro adjusts the heat and tries to fight a grin. He fails. Keith’s clearly enjoying his chance to be right up against his chest.] Having fun there?

[Keith looks up, and he should fluster at being called out, but instead he just smirks, eyebrows lifting.] Didn't seem right to not appreciate the scenery.

[It's glorious is what it is, okay. His hand shifts to lay flat against Shiro's chest, over his heart.]

But I guess I should let you put me down now.

[He can probably manage on his own now.]

[He blinks, lips parting in a soft O. He hadn't expected that. A low simmering heat sweeps through him and suddenly all he wants is to push Keith up against the wall and drink him in again. He doesn't want to let him go.] I could.

[He says, a little breathless as he steps back into the shower under the hot spray. The water pounds against his back and runs over his chest, sliding over Keith's fingers. Shiro slowly lets Keith go, bending slightly to give Keith some help. He shifts his hands from Keith's butt to his hips, breathing in the steam and watching his face.]

It didn't seem right to not appreciate the rare scenery. Hold onto me if you need to. I won't let you fall.

[Oh that's interesting, that reaction right there. It has Keith focusing in, pupils dilating and eyes going wide and dark, fixed entirely on Shiro. The water is blissfully warm and he murmurs his approval even as he finds his feet. But standing or not he doesn't move to put any space between him and Shiro. Nope.

Instead, he steps closer, especially as those hands move. A quick twitch upwards at the corners of his lips, and he's the one to move in -- albeit on legs that still want to tremble, and leaning into Shiro as he does it -- to back Shiro up against the shower wall.] Oh, I'm definitely holding on. Probably not safe to let go.

[He back steps as Keith pushes him up against the shower wall. A light sparks in his eyes. Anticipation dashes through him as his back touches the cool tile.] Alright, I won't let go.

[His eyes drop to Keith's lips. He leans forward and kisses him. It wasn't that long ago they were tangled together, but it feels like it's been forever. His hands tighten on Keith's hips. Shiro draws back just enough to look Keith in the eye, his breath coming out fast.]

I think we need to keep this up until morning, Keith. Seems the safest way.

Edited 2020-01-15 04:04 (UTC)

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