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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.

[He gasps, pressing back into Keith with a hissed 'yes'. He reaches back to slide his fingers into Keith's hair as he bares the side of his neck to him. Shiro bites his lip as he's stretched and slowly rocks his hips back, riding out the feeling.

It's been so, so long since he was on this end. He tightens his hold in Keith's hair and grins.] Mm, you know that's mutual right? We're going to have a lot of fun together, Keith.

[Keith growls softly, surprising himself with the sound, but it's all approval, when those fingers tangle in his hair. He's happy to take advantage of that bared neck, to drag his tongue along the arc of his neck before biting again -- might be hard to hide that one, Shiro, sorry, he's not thinking that far ahead.

He's thinking of what it will feel like to be inside the other man, to move together, see how many ways he can make Shiro moan for him.]

I'm counting on it.

[And to begin with, he shifts his fingers deeper, deliberately seeking out his prostate, wanting to make him feel good, to hear him cry out.]

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[He groans as teeth sink into his neck. He can’t stop thinking about that growl. It’s a new noise to add to the list of things he can tease out of Keith when they’re like this. He smiles.

He can’t wait to feel Keith in him, stretching him, and moving together again, their mingled breaths almost in sync.

Keith’s fingers move and at first he just toys with Keith’s hair, humming contentedly. Then Keith finds that spot inside and his breath comes out in startled rush. He presses back into him, his hand tightening in Keith’s hair.] More of that. Please.

[There it is. Keith smiles and sucks very deliberately on the spot he'd just bitten.]

Anything you want...

[Keith's voice is low and breathless. How could it not be? Shiro is the sort of beautiful that shouldn't even be possible, so devastatingly sexy that Keith barely knows what to do with himself.

So he's happy to press his fingers deep, against that spot again and again.]

[His mouth works and he closes his eyes. Pleasure winds through him in flashes as Keith’s fingers run over that spot inside him over and over. Shiro pulls on Keith’s hair and whines. He loves the deep smoky quality of his voice any day of the week. But like this low in his ear and just for him, it’s like a drug he can’t get enough.

He winds his fingers in his long dark hair and tugs again.]

I want you in me.

[Shiro puts his free hand against the wall and laughs softly.] And whatever else you want. Be as rough as you like, you know I can take it, baby.

[Keith hisses at the feeling of that pulling at his hair, enjoying the sting of it, thrilling at the sounds that are leaving Shiro's lips. God he's perfect.]

Fuck.

[He curses softly at what Shiro has to say. Yes, oh yes he wants that too. And his patience and self control are quickly fraying, strands snapping to nothing. He draws his fingers free and spares a moment to pour out more lube before he sets the bottle aside. His hand moves over his own arousal, and keyed up as he is even that is almost too much with as turned on as he is.

He positions himself at Shiro's entrance and presses forward, groaning as he begins to sink inside. Tight and hot and it takes all Keith has to not thrust inside all at once. But he wants to feel it, savor what it's like to be inside Shiro for the first time. He wraps his arms around Shiro from behind, hands splaying against his chest as he his hips come to rest flush to the other man's ass, fully sheathed inside him.]

[He braces his prosthetic arm against the slick bathroom tile and focuses on breathing as Keith draws his fingers out. Shiro bites back a protest and reminds himself to be patient. He isn’t disappointed. Keith presses into him and he gasps, pressing his forehead to the tile.

He clenches his hands into fists but the groan still spills out of him. Keith is warm and solid against his back and his hands keep him steady when his knees want to give out. When Keith bottoms out he looks over his shoulder at him and smiles.

He forgot how much he enjoyed the feeling of being filled up by a lover and trusting them with his body. He reaches back, running his hand up Keith’s side.] I’m okay. It’s just I forgot how good this side feels too.

[Shiro laughs a little breathless and content, his smile warm and lighting up his eyes.] I’m good now. Fuck me, Keith.

[That smile Shiro's face alone steals all the breath from his lungs. He looks up at him, no hiding the downright lovestruck look on his own features. But that permission from Shiro is all he needs, to know that it's good for him, that he feels good, that's all Keith needs to know.

And he doesn't need to be told twice.

His hands drag down Shiro's chest, down to grip at his hips as he draws back, nearly out entirely before his thrusts back inside, slow but hard, savoring every moment of it but so close to the edge of his self control, and he repeats the motion, again and again, each thrust a little faster, a crescendoing rhythm. He leans in, kissing along his shoulder, the side of his neck.] You feel... amazing. [it's an understatement, but any words he could find would be.]

[He puts his hands back on the tile, relaxed and ready for Keith as his warm hands drag down over his chest. His breath comes out fast. He tries not to be too eager but he wants this so bad. When Keith starts he lets out a whine and forces himself not to move the first time.

The first thrust isn't gentle and he likes the tone it sets. He times the second one with fingers digging into the shower tiles. Heat blooms inside him and spreads out, as he moves with him on the third. He doesn't get it quite right and hisses at himself. but as Keith builds up the rhythm he finds the right timing to meet him halfway and tear a moan out of himself.

He reaches back again and threads his fingers into Keith's hair as he kisses his shoulder. Sparks of pleasure dance in his blood and the heat of Keith's mouth is almost sinful.] So...do you.

Just the right build up too. [He bares his neck for him, asking for a bite without words.] Just wish I thought I could last longer than we're...probably going to last.

[He can't fault them for not lasting long with either round. It's been a while for him and this is Keith's first time. Technically his second with his round. But there's been so little down time.] Love you, Keith. I love you so much.

[Keith is far too happy to nuzzle against Shiro's neck as its bared, leaving an affectionate, downright reverent kiss there before he sinks his teeth there, enough to leave a mark, though he soothes at it a moment later with his tongue.]

There's... there's always tomorrow...

[Keith responds. But Shiro is right. He can't last long. Not now, not like this. It's overwhelming in the best sort of way, how it feels being inside Shiro. He's found a rhythm now, of driving himself inside, but he rolls his hips, trying to find the angle that will have Shiro falling to pieces for him.]

I love you too, Takashi. So much. Always will.

[He loses a few seconds when Keith changes his angle. His hand clutches uselessly at the tile and his mouth works but no sound comes out. He finally finds voice and it comes out hushed and hurried, like he has to get the words out now.] Do that again.

[Shiro presses back into Keith, biting his bottom lip and laughing to himself.] We do have tomorrow and any other day we feel in the mood. [And if he feels like it he could blow Keith first thing in the morning. That sounds like a wonderful idea in fact.

If they get up before noon.]

[There's no way Keith isn't going to give Shiro exactly what he's asked for, especially if it draws that sort of reaction out of his boyfriend. So he keeps that angle, rolling his hips again and again, one hand dragging down Shiro's stomach to wrap around his cock to stroke him in time with each thrust inside him.]

We do. Any other day...

[They've found each other, against all sorts of odds, and now found each other like this, and Keith won't take a moment of it for granted.

Just now though, he's close to that edge, racing to it full speed.] I'm... I'm close. Are you--

[He's interrupted by his own orgasm, groaning and burying himself deep inside Shiro as he finds his release, face pressed to the back of his shoulder.]

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