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[ he's not there yet - he's not halfway there yet, no matter how exquisite heat sheathing his cock, shiro bearing down on him and tightening up the best he could when he empties out for keith for the third time tonight. shiro's rim is starting to catch on the small ridges at the base of keith's cock, the only physical manifestation of keith's galra blood - every hitch drags a punched-up grunt from him, stoking the banks of his want with every drop of shiro's hips. keith's orgasms take their time to burn when he's not chasing them, something that he doesn't feel any shame for when he's riding shiro's ass on nights when one of them needs to forget about the worlds they're meant to save at a moment's notice.

it's only an incongruity on the surface. shiro is a vision brought to life, and that's not just ill-timed poetry from a sex-addled imagination; shiro's cut, his muscles wrought from fighting and physical exertion, not a single dimple or curve earned for the purposes of display. then on the other hand, there's keith: wiry, lean at best, all limbs and rough angles and sand-hewn attitude come to bear, quick to draw and even quicker to fire. yet here they are, in a borrowed room, where shiro's missing refractory period gets frequently tested by keith's patience in bed. ]

You can take a little more, Shiro, [ keith hushes him. his only concession to shiro's ragged breathing and straining thighs is the loosening of his fingers on the man's length; beyond that, he doesn't stop teasing, testing, pushing. ] You've taken more than this before.

[ and shiro has - dangerously, terrifyingly taken more than even keith had thought he'd be willing to, holding steady even when keith's in him up to his wrists, biting on his tongue even when keith is expecting a whispered no after the thirtieth, fortieth, fifthieth lash of a leather belt on the back of his thighs.

keith gets it. he understands that sometimes the best way to completely unpack the complicated weight of saving a galaxy is to get on one's knees and beg to be used as a cumbucket while one's hands are tied up with one's ankles. so he keeps a steady watch for the signs that shiro's tapping out, has to tap out for his own good - that he's still on green, bordering on yellow, never stepping foot into red.

at the same time, he's not going to give shiro any room to think. he's snapping his hips up, rarely erring in his aim at the man's prostate as he fucks into him. keith knows he looks a mess - shiro easily dwarfs him in size, and he's got shiro's spend still drying on him. ]

Just one more for me and I'll take care of the rest for you, yeah? Don't you want that? Come on, Takashi. Do it for me.

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[ For better or worse, he's always, always been able to take more than he ever anticipated. It's a fault, sometimes - more often than not. Haggar used it to her advantage. The pit bosses used it to theirs when fighting him. He's used it, when trying desperately to survive.

Keith's not like that. Keith watches out for how much is too much and eases him to an end, or gives him enough of a break he can build back up to it. Keith plays him like an instrument, plucking and tugging and working him through one to the next until he's worn out and exhausted in the best of ways. His thighs strain again as he rises, slides down slower this time and savors the sensation of Keith's cock inside him.

Orgasm won't come easily this time and he doesn't chase it, even if Keith's pushing him toward it unerringly. Now, he can think a little more clearly, even if the haze of orgasm and over-stimulation threaten to knock him sideways. Two can play at this, though, and he doesn't want to be the only one getting off on this. Shiro lets himself sink down one more time and flexes around him, hands splaying on Keith's belly, dragging up through the mess of his come until he can thumb over his nipples. He plays with them for a few moments, pinching and plucking and then bends over, licking away the come smeared that high, dragging his teeth over the flushed peak of one even as he rolls his hips into each thrust.

Like this, he's able to control more; if Keith wanted to make requests, he shouldn't have chosen this. Shiro rolls his eyes up to him and spreads his thighs shamelessly, rests the full amount of his weight on Keith's hips and doesn't let him fuck up into him while his mouth is busy. He's too tall to do much like that, so instead he presses a line of bites and kisses up Keith's collarbone, to his throat. ]

I want you to put on your armor tomorrow and feel this.

[ He bites at Keith's earlobe, cock half-hard and fattening slowly between their bellies as Shiro braces over him. ]

Want you to feel me.

[ One hand lifts, cups Keith's cheek and guides him into a kiss. It starts kind, just a soft press of lips, a graze of his teeth over his plush lower one, and then Shiro slides a hand into the hair at the nape and back of Keith's head and pulls, down, hard. It's sharp and a little mean and he smiles into the kiss, thighs flexing as he rises up and fucks back down, lets his groan get swallowed into Keith's mouth and the messy kiss. ]