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I know-- [He doesn't mean to sound like some arrogant jerk who's incapable of expressing honest emotion. He's just a little preoccupied with Keith's skin right now, tasting his neck as he leans Keith back to lay down.]

You'll get me - no one else.

[ Keith lies back, easily surrendering. It startles him, honestly, how easily he yields, but it has always been that way with Shiro. Shiro is the only one who can guide him, tame him, and Keith will do anything for him. He wants to give his entire being, his entire body and soul to this man. He has always felt that way, but now it's actually happening. ]

Shiro... Please. You can do whatever you want to me. I want to make you feel good.

[ And, more quietly: ] I... I've never wanted anything so bad before in my life.

[Any other day, Shiro would make sure under no uncertain circumstances that this is mutual. They're equal in this, that sex is supposed to be good and fun for both parties, equal in giving. But right now, under Sanguis, Keith saying he'll let Shiro do whatever he wants sounds like music to his ears. It's something he'll be ashamed of later, something they'll have to discuss in depth.

But right now, he sits so he's straddling Keith's hips and resting his hand on Keith's stomach, thinking.]

Just have to decide how I want you.

[For now, his hand trails down Keith's front over his shirt to his pants, starting to try and unbutton them for Keith one-handed. It may take a while.]

[ Oh, shit. Okay. Right to business.

Keith reaches down to help Shiro, unzipping his pants and working them down his hips a little. He's shy, exposing himself like this, and he can't help but curl in on himself a little bit, but he lets Shiro see everything. ]

Is it...okay? [ 'It' meaning...all of it, really. His dick--thin and relatively average in size, standing at attention--his hips, and his virgin hole, pink and soft and untouched. ]

[Shiro takes it all in, smiling a little.]

You're perfect. [It takes some doing to balance on one hand, but he manages to lean down and kiss the bit of Keith's stomach that's bare. He plans to take care of Keith first, his hand gripping at his dick.]

[ Shiro is touching, kissing-- wow, okay, this is seriously overwhelming. Shiro's lips touch Keith's skin in ways he'd never thought he'd be touched, and he feels-- lost, just a little, letting Shiro take the lead as the more experienced of the two. Keith feels like Shiro could touch him in any way and he'd accept it, revel in it, come from it. That's how much he worships this man. ]

Shiro... [ He says it like a mantra, anchoring himself. ] What are you...?

Taking care of you. [He mouths it against Keith's skin, giving him a couple slow pumps to get him going. It only takes a second for him to think about what he wants and act on it.

Shiro readjusts himself between Keith's legs on the bed and starts carefully kissing down, mouthing at his hips, giving small nips at the inside of his thighs.]

You're beautiful. You know that? [Another breath and the Sanguis influence grabs him, shoving words out of his mouth he would never say:] And you're mine.

[ Sanguis or not, the words are music to Keith's ears. He finds himself nodding along easily, like it's the easiest thing he has ever done. I'm yours. He always has been, since they met. No one else was ever going to be for Keith, not for the rest of his life.

He gasps when Shiro moves down, taken aback. He really thought this would be the other way around. ]

Wait, Shiro, I-- I wanted to make you feel good... [ Like hell is he gonna fight this, though. The touches have him arching his back, his entire body inviting more, submitting like it's the most natural thing in the world. ] Shiro...

You will. [He kisses Keith's shaft.] But I'll make you feel good first.

[And that's all he says before he takes Keith in his mouth, just the head first and giving a light suck. Keith's new to this and he doesn't want to overwhelm him just yet.]

[ Oh. Oh.

Keith lets out a sound that's unexpectedly loud and immediately silences himself by biting at his sleeve. Shiro-- Shiro's mouth is on him. There's no way this is happening. There's no way anything could feel this good, and it's so good because it's Shiro and he's been waiting so long and he loves him so much and--

In a second Keith is coming, just from that first suckle around his length, despite Shiro's attempts to go slowly and gently. He was overwhelmed from the moment they'd first kissed, are you kidding? He looks down at Shiro afterward, absolutely mortified. ]

Sh-shit. Shit, I'm sorry.

[ Is there a hole around? Can he climb into a hole now? Please? ]

[Shiro felt the muscles tensing and steadied himself. He's taking it, trying to gulp it down but some inevitably gets on his chin as hep pops off.

No climbing in a hole, Keith, Shiro's smiling up at him.]

Nothing to be sorry for.

[ Shit. Shiro has-- there's some on his face. Keith feels his cock twitch in interest again despite how oversensitive he feels, but he ignores it so he can sit up and crawl over to Shiro to kiss him again. ]

That was-- so amazing, Shiro. [ He speaks between kisses, ignoring how weird it is to taste himself on the other's mouth. ] Please let me do that to you. Please? I want to so bad.

[ Despite the momentary embarrassment he's feeling a little bolder now, a little more adventurous. He tries another kiss, a deep one this time, still a bit sloppy and unpracticed but enthusiastic as anything. ]

[Keith comes to kiss him and Shiro lets him, wrapping his arm around Keith's shoulders to help keep himself stable. When he does pull away, Shiro lets go just to wipe what's left on his chin clean and smiles.]

You really wanna do that? IT's-- It takes some practice, but...

[If Keith really wants to, who is Shiro to say no? And god it almost hurts having held off even touching himself this whole time. HE's still wearing his pants for gods sake.]

Hey, come on. I can do it.

[ Keith scowls-- as much as he can scowl at Shiro, anyway. It's more of a pout, honestly. But damn it, if he could fly a fighter pilot without ever so much as sitting in a cockpit before, he can do this. ]

Here. Sit on the edge. [ He offers to help Shiro, but as usual it's never in a way that implies he thinks Shiro's incapable of maneuvering himself. They're on the same wavelength, effortlessly, and he hopes that continues through what they're about to do.

Keith feels a quiet thrill that he isn't sure he can identify when he gets on his knees on the floor. He puts his hands on Shiro's thighs, gently rubbing up and down, looking up at him with nothing short of adoration in his eyes. ]

Can I see it?

[He's only got the one arm, so Shiro gladly accepts the help. Especially when he's this hot it feels like his skin is on fire everywhere Keith touches. Before Keith kneels down, Shiro gives him another quick kiss, then watches him sink down.

And... God. This is a view he's only thought about a couple of times but here it is laid out in front of him. Shiro gulps down a breath of air and nods, working on his zipper. He doesn't exactly flaunt how big he is but he can't help it.]

[ Keith suddenly realizes he hadn't given himself adequate time to prepare for what he's about to see, so he can't school his expression by the time Shiro works his pants open and takes out his dick. So Keith's eyes get comically wide as they land on that-- beast in between Shiro's legs, startled and intimidated-- but not afraid. Never afraid.

Honestly, he's fascinated. He feels his mouth water a little as he leans a little closer, observing and studying in a way that's almost too clinical for the situation they're in. Boldly he reaches out to take Shiro's cock in hand, breath catching in his throat as he feels the girth of it in his fingers. ]

Shiro... [ He strokes gently, slowly, reverently. ] Wow. I-- I like it. A lot.

[Something in him jerks at the touch, and a heat like fire goes through him starting from Keith's hand. Shiro has to get his breath quick so he can even respond.]

I-i'm glad because that's me...

[ Keith can't remember ever wanting to do something as badly as he wants to do this right now. He's dizzy, breathless with it-- so he leans in right away, just tasting, a little kitten lick over the head. Then another.

God. It's so good. Not because it tastes particularly remarkable or anything, but because it's Shiro. Keith's eyes are heavy-lidded and dark with desire as he looks up at the man he loves, idly stroking his cock. ]

Shiro... Just tell me what I should do.

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