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[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.]

[He loses himself in the hard, fast rhythm Keith builds up to. Shiro presses his hands to the tile and utters Keith's name like a prayer, unable to and not bothering to stop the sounds torn out of him. He jerks in Keith's hand as a warm hand wraps around his cock.] K-keith!

[Shiro twists his head to the side, caught between Keith driving into him and his hand. He isn't going to last much longer. He groans and presses his face against his arm just as Keith cuts off.] I-

[His own orgasm hits him and he bites down on his left arm, whining into it as they ride it out together. The hot water washes away the evidence and he sags against the wall, floating in the post orgasm haze. His legs don't want to hold him up anymore.

Shiro opens his mouth and winces slightly at the bite on his arm and looks over his shoulder.] Keith?

[The sound of his name in Shiro's voice like that, when it sounds like the other man is losing himself in ecstasy is one that he will commit to memory for the rest of his life. He's still watching the other man, hand moving over him through the entirety of his release before shifting to run up his stomach, press to his chest.

Keith tips forward and leans his head against the back of Shiro's shoulder, panting softly as he tries to remember how to breathe at a normal pace, as his heartbeat comes down from its frantic rhythm. Pressing a kiss to the skin beneath his lips he lifts his head to meet Shiro's gaze, lips quirking into a smile.]

Let's sleep in tomorrow.

Edited 2020-02-19 01:53 (UTC)

Yeah. We have the day off. [He leans back into him and sinks his fingers back into his hair. Keith is tucked up against his back and he can’t think of a better scenario. Except breakfast at home when they get up. They can have it sent to the apartment.

Shiro hums softly bending his knees slightly to keep himself on his feet. They need to clean up before they can leave the shower. Shiro turns slightly to face Keith.] Help me clean up? Then we can figure out how we’re getting back to bed.

Mm... good idea.

[He shifts back, finally drawing out of Shiro and stepping aside just enough so that the water can fall over him unimpeded. He finds the soap and lets his hands roam over the other man gently, cleaning away the latest vestiges of their second round of sex.

He's pleasantly exhausted, and once he's done he steps in close again to mold himself once more up against Shiro's back.]

Want me to carry you?

[It's playful and teasing. Shiro has the height and weight advantage on him, but Keith has always been stronger than he looks -- and these days he actually looks fairly strong. Maybe it's the Galra blood.]

Or you can lean on me.

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