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[Deep breath.

Shiro closes his eyes and just breathes, ignores his heart racing and his tail thumping and how hard he has pressed against Keith who is now on his lap,god.]

Then this shouldn't be the way we do this.

[Except he isn't making any move to get Keith off him. In fact, he's leaning in to kiss Keith's neck again.]

[ Keith unfolds, breath escaping in a sigh as Shiro's lips find his throat again. He'd had no idea his neck was so sensitive before now, and he isn't sure if it's that way for everything or if it's just because it's Shiro. Does that even matter though? It's only for Shiro now anyway. It's always been for Shiro.

So he can't help but huff out a breathless laugh at Shiro's words. ] You're kidding, right? If I have to wait for you any more I'm gonna go crazy. [ He tilts his head back a little, exposing more skin. Offering his throat in a pure show of surrender that he would offer no one else. ]

[His ears perk forward at that, watching Keith's face.]

You've been waiting? For this?

[Shiro tries to reposition himself a little bit without rubbing his hardon against Keith but... well, he can't help that he's big. But that neck is there and bare in front of him, so if Keith's been waiting... He leans in quick to suck at the skin, raking his teeth over it gently.]

I-- ahh... Yes. Yes, for so long...

[ Keith's words dissolve into soft whimpers as Shiro bites and sucks at his neck. It feels incredible, and Keith briefly wonders how he has managed to go so long without ever feeling this before.

Well, that question answers itself. It's because he had been waiting for Shiro. It's only ever been Shiro.

Keith feels the other man shift about and oh, fuck-- Shiro is hard. Shiro is hard because of him. The knowledge is so powerful and overwhelming that it makes Keith feel heady, makes him press tentatively closer, experimenting. ]

[Shiro wants to devour those sounds Keith makes. Enough that he gives up the neck and goes to kiss him hungrily, pulling Keith flush against his front like he's never letting him go. And he just might not.]

Keith-- [Is about all he manages to get out before pressing in again, arm tight around Keith's waist and tail thumping hard. He's breathing heavily like he can't get enough air and Keith is all he's got now.]

[ For his first kiss it's a lot more--intense than Keith had ever envisioned over the years, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing. Even so, he has no idea what he's doing and can only open his mouth for Shiro to explore and try and mimic his movements. For something Keith has been waiting years for, it all seems to be going way too fast right now and his brain is reeling to catch up. ]

Shiro... [ Keith responds, dizzy and breathless and overwhelmed by his love for the man holding him tight. Desperate to make him happy. ] I don't know what to do, but I want to make you feel good. Just-- tell me what I should do.

[ He lets himself be pressed flush against Shiro, feeling that arousal in all its glory and responding in kind. Keith hasn't ever felt this horny of his own free will before; he used to think he was broken or something because of it. Now, it's like a switch has been flipped on. ]

I-- [God, hold on, he has to swallow because his throat just got so thick. He wants to do everything at once but also to take it so slow to remember it and make sure everyone knows that Keith is his.

He pulls away just enough to press his forehead to Keith's and breathe.]

Slow. We-- Do this slow. And not right here.

[Another breath and Shiro shifts, moving his arm to under Keith's ass to lift him up as he stands.] Hold tight.

[ Keith nods and does as he's told, wrapping his arms around Shiro's neck and latching on with his legs too as he is lifted up from the couch. Again he's struck by Shiro's strength as he is carried with one arm, and he's so overcome with desire that it's driving him crazy.

He turns his head just slightly to start nosing at Shiro's neck in turn, leaving a few kisses and nips of his own. God, he smells so good. Keith has no idea if it's a Galra thing or not, but he has always had a very strong sense of smell and Shiro's scent is something he could easily get addicted to. ]

[Keith being close like that just intensifies the sensations - Keith's smell, his body heat, his noises. He has to make sure Keith knows he's Shiro's.

It's not until he walks them to his bed that he stops and tries to figure this out. Squeezing his ass once as a sort of warning, he gently starts lowering Keith down to sit on it, leaning in to kiss him hungrily.]

[ Okay, this kissing thing? It's good. Really good, actually, but Keith isn't sure if it's the kiss or if it's just because it's Shiro. It's probably the latter, honestly; he'd always thought touching your mouth to someone else's was kind of gross, but Shiro? He wants Shiro to devour him whole. He never wants their mouths to separate again.

Will Shiro move on top of him? Keith wants him to. He'd often envisioned being trapped under that strong body, and-- fuck. He's horny. He's really, really fucking horny. And Shiro keeps touching and squeezing his ass, making him squeak. ]

Sh-Shiro... God, I-- I want you so much...

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.]

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