spaceforged | IC Contact (Mask or Menace)

[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.

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[Keith murmurs his approval into that kiss, trying to muffle back a groan -- well, sort of trying, really, he's not putting a lot of effort into hiding the fact that being close to Shiro and kissing Shiro is intensely enjoyable -- before he draws back.

His own arms wind around Shiro's waist, hands running up his back.]

Definitely safest. Shouldn't take any chances.

[He smiles and drops a kiss to Shiro's collarbone.]

[He tries not to arch into the smooth glide of Keith's fingers up his back. It's a futile effort, he's caught and it feels better than he imagined to let someone he loves take charge over him.] Absolutely,

[He says, a little breathless and his grey eyes are dark with the lust simmering low but still building up inside him. He locks gazes with Keith and slowly tips his head back in silent permission.]

And we're always good about safety.

[He grins with trust in his eyes. Keith won't do anything he doesn't want.]

Well... mostly.

[Keith grins. Please, Shiro. You're the one who showed the teenager how to jump a speeder off a cliff. Safety. Yup. Super concerned with that.

But whatever keeps them close right now, that is fine by Keith. He kisses up along Shiro's neck, dragging his tongue along his skin, wet from the shower, the water that still falls down about the both of them.

His own legs are still a bit shaky, but he's holding tight to Shiro even as he's got him rather trapped against the wall. His hands drift lower, down Shiro's back, lower still, down to grip at his ass.

Shame to waste the chance, after all.]

[He leans slightly into Keith his breath speeding back up. Oh, oh this is good. This is exactly what he wants. Shiro widens his stance to keep his legs from giving out on him. Keith’s hands leave trails of tingling fire in their wake.

He shivers and subtly presses back into Keith’s hands on him, turning his head to the side and raising an eyebrow. Two can play the game. Shiro reaches down and slides his hand down the side of Keith’s neck, over his collar bone and down over the hard muscle of his chest.

They’re bouncing back, it won’t be long before they’re both hard again. He has no idea what Keith has in mind but he wants it.] Mostly is more fun. Especially with you.

[Oh that's distracting, in the best possible way. Keith arches into Shiro's touch, and it's almost enough to forget just how pleasantly exhausted he already is. Soon it'll be more than enough.

His hands drift up Shiro's sides and eh steps in even closer, pressing them both together.]

I think so too.

[And then, while he's gripping at Shiro's hips and less than subtly starting to rock against him, he tilts his chin up and murmurs, something between a plea and a demand,] Kiss me?

[He can’t resist Keith wanting something from him. Shiro kisses him, pressing closer and shivers as Keith rocks into him. He nips at his lips in a silent beg for more. He wants everything Keith will give him.

Want whispers through him as he rocks his hips in time with Keith’s. Yes, please. More. He slips his hand back up to grip Keith’s broad shoulder.]

[There it is. Keith voices a low, pleased sound to Shiro's lips even as he surges up to meet the kiss more fully, eager to give whatever it is that Shiro wants from him, licking his way into his mouth as if he's starving for him.

There's no hiding his arousal given the way they're pressed together, or the way he can't seem to stop grinding his hips to Shiro's. One hand slips between them and he breaks from the other man's lips just far enough to murmur.] Tell me what you want?

[Keith is in the mood to make demands and grant wishes right now it seems.]

[The slick tile is cool against his back as Keith presses him up against the wall. He welcomes Keith into his mouth with a tug on his shoulder and a noise that’s all approval and need.

He rests back against the wall when they part for breath. What he wants. He could take Keith again. He wants that but not as much as he wants to be guided for once, allowed to fall apart confident Keith will pick up the pieces.

He leans into his space to press their foreheads together.] I want you to take me. It’s my turn to co-pilot.

Yeah. Okay. I want that too. So much.

[God does he want that. He wants Shiro every which way he can have him, they can have each other. He steals another kiss before stepping back just enough to look around. He reaches out of the shower, just barely able to open the nearest drawer on the vanity, snagging the very fortunately-placed bottle of lube.

But even that much time separated from Shiro is too much and he steps closer once more to trap the other man up against the wall to nuzzle at his jaw, kiss up towards his ear.] Turn around for me, Takashi?

[He grins and leans forward as Keith steps back, running both hands over his chest. It's too good to have all of Keith's attention focused on him and him alone. He had no idea how hot that would be until he started dating him.

Shiro kisses the underside of his jaw, scraping his teeth against. The drawer rattles and he takes that as his cue to step back. He groans, tipping his head back again as Keith paints heat up to his ear.

His name again. Keith is going to be the death of him.] Y-yeah. I can do that.

[He takes a breath and turns in Keith's arms, taking a second to grind back against him. He places his hands against the slick tile and turns his head just enough to grin back at him.]

[Fuck. Fuck. Keith's eyes narrow. That was deliberate is what that was, Shiro. And way too attractive. Not even remotely fair, but Keith is not going to complain at all. There's a grin on his own lips, an almost wild light in his eyes.]

Tease.

[He accuses, playfully.

And since he can, he takes a step back and lets his eyes slowly and deliberately roam, giving Shiro a very thorough once over, naked, water running rivulets down that perfectly muscled back, over his ass. This is his, somehow. There is no way in hell he deserves this.

But he's not giving it up without one hell of a fight.

He reaches out, one hand gripping at Shiro's ass, thumb teasing over his entrance while he works the bottle open with the second. It's a moment later that slick fingers find their way to tease as well and one begins to ease itself inside.]

[He stretches up the wall like a cat under Keith’s stare. That’s right have a long look. He watches him in turn, taking him in. Keith’s skin has a warm glow thanks to the bathroom lights. The water runs over his broad shoulders and slicks his dark hair to his beautiful face.

His breath catches and he holds still with Keith’s hand on him. He widens his stance, bracing his arm against the wall as he turns to watch. Shiro presses himself against the wall and shivers as the slick fingers tease him, one slowly starting to press into him. He reaches back and runs his hand down Keith’s stomach.]

Of course I tease. I love you. I want to discover every little thing that drives you crazy.

[God. Keith groans softly and steps in closer. His finger presses deep, a second joining it a moment later, slowly, taking his time even if his own need is thrumming through him. He needs this now, but he wants to do this right.

He steps in closer and very deliberately bites at the back of Shiro's shoulder.]

I love you too. And you are every little thing that drives me crazy. [And then, with a smirk that he hides against Shiro's skin.] Every big thing too.

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