Hidden Gains

by doseoferix

Summary:

Keith has only become increasingly more beautiful as time goes by, and Shiro has only become more hopelessly in love with him. When others begin to take interest in how well Keith has grown into himself, Shiro is determined to declare an end to this by finally claiming him.

Notes:

so uh, i probably shouldn’t be posting fic right as a new semester begins, but i had this plot swirling around in my head and the majority of it pretty much written. it’ll be a two or three shot depending how things go

hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

The uproar and clamor surrounding Keith irked Shiro beyond his own imagination. 

Yes, there had been rumors spread about the Blade of Marmora upgrading their suits, technology, and other gadgets and gizmos and nuts and bolts. But the results have caught everyone by surprise. The remodeling of the Blade of Marmora suits continued to embrace the theme of stealthy elegance, putting an emphasis on the elegance. 

Perhaps with a little sprinkle of risque. 

He refrained from groaning too much internally. Shiro failed to see the point of the sleek, form-fitting silhouette; the under-armor accentuated every part of Keith’s body in all of the right ways and his mind and soul ached at the sight. The suit honestly didn’t look like it’d hold up in actual combat but what did he know about Galra tech beyond what he had been exposed to thus far? The iridescent hues made him look like a glowing, floating Angel rather than a dangerous warrior. 

The Blade of Marmora crests and symbols now had a more vibrant, luminescent glow, reminding Shiro of all of the stars they got to see together throughout their galaxy and neighboring galaxies. 

But the new suit really brought out Keith’s sharp, gorgeous features–especially those pools of amethysts for eyes. 

He couldn’t stop gawking but he composed himself. The fact that he had been gawking as much as the crowd had made him no better than them. It made him believe he was objectifying his friend when that was the last thing he wanted to do. 

The cafe table fell silent some time ago because it still had been far too early in the morning for any of them because of an emergency debrief.

He cleared his throat, catching everyone’s attention. Hunk shot him a judgy stare but he ignored it; he probably earned that, anyway. He hadn’t exactly been clandestine when it came to how he felt about Keith.  

“This might be a controversial opinion . . .” Shiro began as he beckoned everyone to huddle close around the table. “But I don’t think there is much to gain in being the bigger person anymore.” 

Pidge fluffed her hair over her shoulder before she dared to ask. 

“And what spurred this on, exactly?”

Shiro nodded in the direction of where a crowd gathered. Pidge followed his gaze, as did Hunk, Lance, and Romelle. Even Pidge’s jaw hung open at the sight, something that gave Shiro a sense of reassurance. That meant he wasn’t overreacting! 

“Wow, that’s an interesting choice for a uniform upgrade,” Hunk remarked. 

Lance craned his neck over his shoulder. Even his eyes widened. 

“Yeah, Keith went from scrawny twink to kinda a nice in between of twink and hunk to #DILF out of nowhere—!” Lance added before he was abruptly silenced by a gesture of Shiro slicing his neck. 

“The Blade uniform does . . . Accentuate a lot of his features,” Romelle admitted as she stroked her chin, and then sighing dreamily. “Man. I’d love to swindle that into bed.” 

The group had been interrupted by a sound something akin to an object cracking. They weren’t wrong: Shiro’s prosthetic arm gripped the table so tight it had cracked from too much pressure. 

“You’re all talking about him like he’s a piece of meat!” he growled through his teeth. 

“Well . . .” Pidge sighed, shrugging, indifferent as ever: “What are you going to do about it, then?”

Shiro locked his jaw in contempt. Someone from a nearby table making another little remark about how Keith had grown so well into himself struck another chord with him and suddenly his melody went out of tune. 

I don’t friggin’ know what I’m supposed to do, Pidge! Ever since Keith and the rest of you found me and every single consequential event happened with all of us involved, I haven’t been able to deny a cold, hard fact! I don’t think he even sees me that way because he hasn’t shown any real indication. But how the fuck would I know? I haven’t even asked him directly and at this point I’m way too afraid to–I’m already losing my grip! 

Shiro prided himself on being the pinnacle of patient, controlled (on HIS terms, thank you very much), and more or less cogent. He often knew the best course of action in times of crises; that made him a leader in the first place. 

Of course, even his limits were tested. On a day-to-day basis, no less. This just happened to be the tip of the iceberg, the icing on the cake, the cherry on top! 

Keith. Everything about Keith was insurmountably unfair , obscene . 

Shiro dragged out a sigh in defeat, a scowl stressing his features as he shrugged flippantly himself. 

Glaring down at his half-eaten meal at this point. 

“I’m . . . not in any position to interfere,” Shiro stated, and somewhere in the back of his mind he almost heard ‘it is an in canon event, do not interfere,’ being the Marvel nerd he was. “It’s not really his fault he draws so much attention. He’s not actively looking for it or anything. I just–I just hate that he doesn’t understand, though.”

“So . . .” Hunk trailed off, raising a judgy eyebrow. “Make him understand then? If letting all of this happen and all without you making a few passes at him won’t work, then it’s time to step it up, Shiro. Show him you’re interested instead of admiring from afar because we see how it’s working for you. I’m not the best person to come to for advice on this, though. Neither is Lance so don’t ask him.” 

“--Hey! Ouch!” Lance’s hand went up to his heart as he fell over melodramatically, like he was on stage putting on an Oscar-winning performance. “I thought we had something special, Hunk!” 

“We do Lance, I just can’t resist the little innocent jab here and there.”

That earned a little chuckle out of everyone, even Shiro. It distracted him for a brief moment until his gaze flashed back over to Keith, who had sometime during their conversation been left alone and everyone surrounding him had returned to attend to their own business. Something they should have been doing from the beginning instead of hounding Keith and tripping and falling all over him.

Kind of like what I’m doing, just at a respectful DISTANCE –! Shiro mused, ashamed at his own antics. So deeply ashamed. How he got by in his relationships with other people, not even he knew. Shiro realized some time ago that had always been his Achilles heel; he struggled to maintain and to focus on the people who mattered to him when caught up in his own affairs. It was a fatal flaw that cost him Adam, and now Adam had moved on with Curtis. 

Shiro deserved another chance with someone. That someone was Keith. Keith never gave up on him like Adam did. Even when he had every right to walk away, Keith stayed. 

Keith always stayed . 

Keith caught him staring and cast a smile and wave, holding his tray of food with his dominant hand as he began to saunter over. Ah, everything would be over in just a moment, except the earlier torture would then be replaced by the torture of being entraced by those beautiful gorgeous amethysts for eyes. Teasing him, tempting him, drawing him away from the immediate reality that he wasn’t there yet with Keith. They had so much to talk about, so much to catch up on with each other. Their respective duties as superiors kept them apart too long for Shiro’s liking.

Keith might’ve been a few strides away from their table but then someone blocked his path. Shiro’s eyes shot up in surprise and annoyance; yet another mildly infuriating obstacle prevented him from being with the love of his life. Something he had yet to admit to Keith.

Ryan fucking Kinkade . 

Not Griffin this time, which came as a shock. Shiro shrugged. This might be a canon event in which he may have to interfere regardless of what the Spider-verse had taught him about how such things worked. 

Shiro either had been delusional or he tried to zero in on their conversation. He could hear bits of it between everyone talking amongst each other at the table.

“You’re looking good, Keith. You’re going to dish out that workout routine or what?”

Shiro fought the urge to roll his eyes (he’d draw attention from everyone again) but then he heard Keith’s melodious laugh and felt a sense of peace wash over him. Except he wasn’t laughing with him but with Kinkade . 

His mood reverted back from serene to sour really quickly.

“Unfortunately if you tried workouts meant for Galra, you’d die from exhaustion. They already have to modify my routine to cater to the human anatomy.” 

That’s probably not the way he wants to go, that’s for sure , Shiro thought. The only way he wants to go down is if he’s–ENOUGH, Takashi! Get a grip! 

From the corners of his eyes he saw Hunk nudge Lance and glance at him with a concerned expression. Well on Hunk at least his expression appeared more judgy and fed up. Not a few moments longer and Hunk’s gaze flashed up as another new person joined their party. 

“Why does Shiro look like he’s about to jump out of his skin?” Matt inquired as he slid into the seat to Shiro’s left. 

“Shiro’s mad at everyone objectifying the hotness of Keith,” Pidge explained. 

Matt slowly turned to Shiro. “Are you for real?” 

Then Matt took note of the visible large crack on the table. Some color drained from his face which actually concerned even Shiro.

“That’s definitely the pinnacle of subtle and classy,” Matt observed, eyebrows scrunching from harsh scrutiny. “Seriously, Shiro. I thought you learned your lesson when you wouldn’t make moves on Adam.”

“Matt,” Shiro grumbled in a warning. Then he deflated upon realizing he acted on his ego. “Okay, you’re right. I know you’re right. I should . . . really stop stalling on this and be a man.”

“Yeah, Shiro, you gotta man up ,” Pidge added with a wink. Shiro smiled with a knowing glint in his eyes as he looked back on a fond, shared memory. “Show him you’re serious!” 

“Is Katie Holt really advocating for #Sheith?” Lance laughed. “Never thought I’d live to see the day.”

“#Sheith?” Shiro inquired, hoping to gauge an explanation. “Is there a fanbase, or something?’

“No, it’s just something Lance made up,” Romelle explained. “It just combines your names. He calls himself and Allura ‘Team Allurance,’ which is actually sort of adorable.”

Allura herself had been away on some business with Coran. Otherwise she’d likely had been flushing at the notion. 

“I suggested ‘Keiro,’ but Lance didn’t like it,” Hunk added. “I personally think it has a better ring to it but what do I know?”

“You guys are shipping us,” Shiro snorted. He should have seen that one coming. “Wow.”

“It’s kind of hard not to ,” Matt said. “You have been pining for like, how many years now?”

Shiro’s scowl deepened. “I lost count.”

Matt grinned as he bit on a French fry. “Exactly. So just stop torturing yourself and start shooting your shot. What’s that saying? You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take?” Matt then added: “Or we can tack on what my dad loves to say: if you keep worrying about what could go wrong, you’ll miss out on the chance to do something great.”

“—oh my god I can’t believe that is applicable to Shiro’s love life,” Pidge remarked. Matt snickered. 

Now that had been a call to action if Shiro had heard any, and he was supposed to be the one calling the shots! And in this case, shooting those shots! 

Between all of their babbling Shiro saw Keith had finished talking to Kinkade and strutted over to the table, smiling softly upon seeing everyone before sitting at Shiro’s right side. Before he did Shiro managed to conceal the crack in the table, sliding his tray over it. 

“Sorry about that guys,” Keith started. “I don’t know what all of that commotion is about–it’s just the new suit upgrade. Honestly, when Ezor suggested these costume changes, I wasn’t too sure about it. It all feels too skin tight and I’m surprised with all of this compression I can still breathe easily but that’s Galra design for you.”

“ Ezor designed the new suits?” Romelle commented, an eyebrow raised and interest definitely piqued. “She definitely knew what she was doing, then.”

Shiro shot a glare at Romelle who shrugged back at him. Keith observed the interaction with a frown. Fighting off the onset of nervousness he grabbed his Sloppy Joe and took a bite out of it, a bit of sauce lingering at the corners of his mouth. He didn’t pay much mind as he brought his free hand to wipe off the little smudges with his thumb and swipe it off his napkin. 

Oblivious to the blatant staring from everyone but especially from Shiro. 

But Keith had noticed some of the tension. Shifting his gaze between everyone, he frowned, and then Shiro frowned to himself, disappointed by his own behavior. No no, that couldn’t do at all! Keith couldn’t feel alienated all over again just because he had been the topic of discussion prior to him joining them at the table. Now it was his job to reassure him and make sure he understood that nothing was wrong here. They weren’t being rude gossipers, no not at all, at least they weren’t meaning to be as bad as those simpletons fawning all over Keith like another new shiny accessory. 

“. . . Did I miss something?” Keith finally asked as he brought a powdered sugar donut to his lips. “LIke I said, I get it. The new designs are a little different. People kept making comments and I didn’t know what else to say except tell them to shut up.”

“As you should,” Shiro remarked. “It’s an armor, and you wear it with pride. And must I say, you do look damn good in it, but that doesn’t give anyone the right to stare at you like–!” 

“--Like they want to swindle you into bed and freak with you all night,” Matt interjected with a grin. Shiro shot another glare but the grin Matt wore on his face didn’t move or change. 

“. . . It’s just a suit,” Keith shrugged, blinking in confusion. “But thank you? . . . I think?” 

“It’s definitely a compliment, Keith. Trust me,” Lance assured him. “You should know that you’re a hot piece of ass that everyone wants to bang.” 

Shiro glared at Lance. Lance didn’t change his mind. 

“What? I’m just telling the truth.”

“Uh, again, thank you.” Keith adjusted his seat before he noticed something and perked an eyebrow. “Does the table feel a little wobbly to you or is that just me?”

It’s how your legs’ll feel once I freak with you all—OH MY GOD, Takashi. What happened to getting a grip?

“Might be all that Galra strength,” Romelle replied before Shiro defended his actions. Shiro silently thanked her. 

Keith shrugged and bit into the donut. Bits of the powdered sugar left on the corners of his mouth, just like the Sloppy Joe sauce. Shiro found himself staring and he shook himself out of it when Matt nudged him. 

“Uhhh, Keith! Uh, what are your plans this coming weekend?”

Keith blinked. “Nothing beyond the usual, but are you proposing something?”

“Yes,” Shiro said. “Let’s go do something together. Anything. Please?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Keith answered with a smile. 

“Brilliant! So, I’ll call you and text you the details later then.”

“Sounds good. We haven’t hung out in a while. It’ll be good,” Keith smiled. “I miss being around you more.”

Shiro’s heart fluttered at that notion. Be still , as that old adage went. 

“I miss being around you more too.”

Chapter 2

The paladins and others had been dismissed from the mess hall and Matt requested Shiro’s company to discuss an important matter at hand. That important matter at hand pertained to a certain Keith Kogane. They found themselves in a training room reserved for higher-ups such as themselves and this ensured them privacy on some levels. 

But unfortunately, Shiro’s trapped in a panic spiral and Matt struggled to shake him out of it. He had to focus on the bigger picture,  a skill a leader as seasoned as Shiro should have mastered a long time ago and yet . . . 

Now Matt’s the one losing his temper a little. 

“Okay, okay–you need to take deep breaths, Shiro. Remember? Patience yields focus?” More reminders for himself than for Shiro, because all of this was just plain ridiculous. All of this was just plain extra . This all should have been resolved years ago but Shiro kept holding himself back for no other reason than cowardice. Matt rested his hands on Shiro’s shoulders and guided him through a breathing exercise. Such meditative classes became a requirement for those attending the Garrison. They needed to remain grounded if they were going to go into war, even if the universe had been at peace since they defeated the Empire. 

Shiro rubbed his temples, groaning at the fact that Matt weaponized his own goddamn mantra. For someone whose whole mantra was ‘patience yields focus,’ he lacked a lot of it and lacked a lot of self-control on top of that. 

Shiro was only a man, after all. Even a specimen as highly esteemed as he couldn’t negate the fact that he was just as susceptible to these issues. 

“Yes, yes. You’re right.” 

“Just so you know, Keith is not responsible for a lot of those super extra reactions you’re having around him.”

“I know,” Shiro replied.

“He’s beautiful but that doesn’t mean he asks for such attention. You said so yourself! He doesn’t deserve to be looked at and hunted like he’s a piece of meat.”

“I know.”

“Alright, I feel like none of these messages are getting through to you. Drop down, Commander Shirogane, because we’re about to get down to business and whip you back up into shape! Chop, chop!” 

Shiro frowned, and his forehead even creased. Huh? 

“. . . Are you being serious?” 

“Yes,” Matt declared. “Is the fact that Keith is a hot piece of ass something you get to control?” 

Shiro resisted rolling his eyes: he got into position and did one push up. “No.”

“Does that mean Keith deserves to be objectified?” 

“No,” Shiro added another push-up. I’m about to pummel you six feet under the ground, Matthew Holt.

“Are you going to do everything for him to be yours?”

“Yes.” Another push up. So on and so forth. 

“So are you going to tell him your true feelings in the definite future? By definite future, we hope it’s in a few hours or a few days?” 

“Yes.”

“Are you going to–!” 

Shiro grumbled and rested on his knees. “Matt, what is the point of this?” 

“To see how serious you are about earning Keith’s heart.This is just a warmup too! You still have to figure out how to ask him out the right way.”

“I am serious. I already asked him to be with me this weekend.”

“But did you explicitly tell him it’s a date?”

Shiro sighed. “Ummmm . . .”

“Exactly, and besides, we know how freaky you are in bed, so you have to lube that pussy of his up in both the figurative and literal sense before introducing that side of yourself to him.”

“ Matt ,” he growled in a warning.

“Hey! I’m just saying. I had a lot of sleepless nights because of you and Adam, and I’m still impressed all of that didn’t hurt my academic performance.”

Shiro’s eyes narrowed into slits.

“Uh-huh . . .” 

Yes, Shiro may have an unconventional approach to his bedroom life. But to be fair, he, just like anyone else, had been entitled to how he enjoyed his spicy time and he just wasn’t always about vanilla sex. He would of course take it slow with Keith. 

But once they got to that point, oh, the endless pleasure Shiro’d give him . . . 

I’m getting quite ahead of myself , he thought. I haven’t even told him anything yet . 

“Earth to Shiro!”

Shiro snapped back to reality. 

“Sorry.”

“So how are you going to set up your time together? This is a big deal, you know!”

“Um,” he paused. “I don’t know.”

Matt pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re supposed to charm him into bed, Shiro.”

Shiro bit back a disgruntled groan. 

“Into my arms, first, Matt. My arms . I want to cradle him in my arms .”

“And?” Matt pressed. He really was milking every bit out of this opportunity that he could. 

“And freak with him all night,” he muttered, ducking his head. 

“Exactly so if you want to go all the way to fourth base and make up for all of that time you two have wasted then you have to make this weekend really count.”

The other man flew his hands up in surrender while groaning.

“So what the fuck am I supposed to do?” 

“Hey, not all hope is lost. He clearly wants to see you.”

“Well yes—!”

“—hup-up-up!” Matt cut him off. “How long have I been your wingman and do you really think I’m only your wingman?”

“Oh no,” Shiro gasped.

“Oh yes,” Matt grinned. Every implication dawned on Shiro as his face contorted into a look of horror . 

And then oddly enough, acceptance. 

“Better he knew what he was getting himself into, I guess.”

“He already had a fair idea,” Matt shrugged. “So that’s one less thing for your pretty little head to worry about!”

Matt glanced up and noticed some company approaching. How awkward. 

“Ex-fiance, I presume!” Shiro’s face paled as he sprung to his feet and turned where Matt had looked. Straightening himself out and seeming as cordial as he could be given the whole Keith thing. Shiro harbored no true animosity toward Adam though and he hoped Adam shared that same sentiment.

“Hi, Adam. You caught us in the middle of something.”

“Doesn’t really concern me,” he replied. “So that Keith kid. Well, he really is far from a kid now. But he’s quite the catch, yeah?”

Shiro’s eyes narrowed again in some kind of a warning. “You’re married, Adam.”

“Hey! I can look but never touch. Besides, Keith's not my type. Or Curtis’. So you’re in the clear.”

Shiro may have almost short circuited. There had been no way Adam picked up on that so quickly; had he really been that much of an open book?

“What—?”

“—Come on, Takashi. I know how you are. And I’m just saying I support you and I’m glad you can move on too.”

“Awwww,” Matt gushed. Shiro sighed. 

“Well, thanks?” Shiro laughed. “I’m not really sure what you want me to say.”

“I’m not really expecting anything. Just that you owe me nothing anymore, Takashi, and I owe you nothing. Okay?”

“Okay,” Shiro said, finding himself smiling. He was glad they could talk at all, really. Adam didn’t even owe him this. 

“By the way, do you want your cuffs back? Or your other fun toys—?”

“Oh my God,” Matt wheezed. 

Adam perked an eyebrow and scrutinized Matt’s antics. “I thought he knew?”

“He does. Just not quite in so much detail.” 

Then Adam scoffed, and appeared to be musing on something. Perhaps fond memories of the past. Maybe in another life, they would have still made it. But the universe proved they had other plans and maybe their separation had been for the better after all. 

Considering the Garrison presumed him dead, only to be found alive. And by that time, Adam had still been in mourning and had only begun to bond with Curtis. They didn’t get married until sometime before the Galra invasion . . . and yes, Shiro did keep tabs, sue him! 

“So are you still quite the daredevil even in bed?”

And apparently Adam did the same damn thing. They really were on good terms all and all. 

“Of course. The limited lifespan I had before had me living life on the edge .”

Matt choked on air.

“Oh. My. God.”

“Matt, shut up,” they both said in unison. Then they both looked at each other and laughed. 

“Well, I’ll return those to you later. Looks like you’ll be needing your whole arsenal of weapons if you want to get your point across to Keith.”

“Thanks Adam. And I really am happy for you and Curtis. You two are good together.”

Adam left them to their devices with a smile and a little skip to his step, almost. 

Matt sprang up the conversation again: “That was more detail than I ever wanted to hear about anyone’s sex life but especially yours.”

“I can’t help that I am a deviant, Matt.”

“Right.”

“So . . . how did you approach that conversation with Keith?” 

Matt laughed, as a distinct memory of just before having this conversation sprang up in his mind. He and Lance confronted Keith and hounded him with all the must know trivia concerning Shiro’s track record. Keith only appeared more and more confused as to why they were telling them all of that information in the first place. Matt tried to explain but all of what he tried to say flew right over Keith’s head the same way the fact that he was a hot piece of ass flew right over his head. How that guy had no idea the power he possessed, Matt still failed to understand. 

That man had the best of all worlds and he didn’t know what he could do! 

Matt squashed all of those memories away; that wasn’t important anymore. It mattered between Shiro and Keith but for him? Nah, that wasn’t his problem now. 

“That’s something for you not to worry about, remember?” 

Shiro furrowed his eyebrows and frowned, deep in contempt. Well, there wasn’t much more he was going to get out of him, and while he knew he could trust his friends, he wasn’t sure if he should trust Matt wholly blind even now. 

“I’m dismissing myself,” he announced as he did exactly that. 

---

Active wet dreams should not be a common occurrence for an established, distinguished man like Takashi Shirogane. Especially when aforementioned active wet dreams involved the ever oblivious beauty Keith Kogane. Especially when Shiro delivered multiple orgasms to that gorgeous ethereal mystical beauty without breaking a sweat which wouldn’t be all that farfetched in reality should he just act on those feelings. 

The longer he had repressed these desires the more relentless they’d become. 

And he had maybe five minutes to quell these raging emotions. 

Rubbing one out could only do so much. Was it possible to be so turned on, so in love with someone that just one quick one wouldn’t do the trick?

Keith could arrive at any minute. They had the whole damned weekend to themselves and his awakened body parts wouldn’t return to a hibernating state.

The cold shower would just have to do for now. 

And he tried to look nice. Any indication that he wanted to get his freak on with Keith had been stashed away in their respective places after Adam dropped them off like he promised. Shiro had to play his cards right before getting that far and he doubted the weekend would be all it took. 

He inspected his appearance in the mirror and deemed himself acceptable looking when appropriately, the doorbell rang. 

He sprinted to the door and greeted Keith with a wide grin. 

“Hi!”

“Hi,” Keith giggled. Shiro’s breath caught in his throat as Shiro gave Keith a once over and noticed his more laid back outfit. A plain V neck tee and yoga pants. Well Shiro did not specify a dress code and Keith could dress in rags and look beautiful and relaxed. 

Radiant. 

So radiant. He would even look radiant as a mess. 

“I, uh, come in! Is there anything you wanted to do today?”

Keith accepted his offer with glee and Shiro shut the door, appreciating the view of Keith from his focal point. The way he carried himself with an air of confidence, elegance, and poise. 

God, it killed Shiro a little. 

Keith would look just as beautiful, completely disheveled and pleasured. 

“We have the whole weekend to ourselves. Let’s play it by ear. You’re still okay with me staying the night, yeah?”

Shiro nodded and gestured for Keith to take a seat anywhere. It was only as he settled into the sofa that he noticed a very minor yet very infuriating detail. 

That pair of yoga pants were torn dangerously close to his treasure. Shiro did not stare too hard. He didn’t want to scare Keith off. Likely Keith hadn’t realized. There had been many times where Shiro had random crap on his outfits he didn’t notice before. This was likely one of those instances for Keith. Just innocent, blissful ignorance to the situation. 

But it gave him a little preview of his milky, supple thighs that he’d love to mark up with little hickeys or other bruises (of the pleasure kind, duh, as if that was not all he had been thinking about because his dick was thinking for him over his mind). 

Shiro shuffled around and prepared Keith and himself a cup of piping hot tea in a feeble attempt to distract himself. An equivalent to dunking ice onto himself. The act of it brought a sense of comfort on its own and served its purpose. 

For the time being. 

He handed Keith his cup of tea and he sat across from him. Mistake #1. Clear view of the very visible tear near his treasure. And then his eyes fell squarely onto his treasure for a brief moment before he hastily brought his cup to his lips. Mistake #2. 

Moisture between those legs. Seeping through the fabric a little. It had been a hot, humid morning and he likely didn’t have Kosmo teleport him here. He walked. 

Luckily that black tee of his was oversized and while Keith adjusted it it had fallen over those treasure regions.

He hadn’t been aware.

Shiro sighed in relief internally and set his cup onto the coaster.

“I’m glad we can spend time together. Even if it’s just to do nothing together, I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” Keith replied, mirroring Shiro. “So no set plans? I already took care of the basic stuff for all of this weekend, so I’m all yours.”

Not yet but oh god you will be . 

Shiro silenced and reprimanded himself immediately; as much as he wanted something to happen between him and Keith, he couldn’t be a weirdo about it. He didn’t want to be a weirdo about it! Keith just made shit an infinite amount more difficult for him to maintain himself, the otherwise pinnacle of calm, cool and collected. 

And as if to add insult to injury, Keith rested back onto the sofa and a bit of his tee lifted and revealed that area again.

Shiro almost mindlessly ran his tongue past his lips. 

Between all of this, Keith idly enjoyed his tea and finally set the empty cup back onto the coaster Shiro provided him. 

Keith broke the tension as he cast a concerned look in Shiro’s direction.

“Are you okay?” Keith asked and Shiro hid his feelings of horror and smiled. 

“I’m fine, more than fine because you’re here.”

Mistake #3 . . . aw doggone it! 

Keith flushed a pretty lavender shade. “Oh.”

“I missed you.”

“Me too,” Keith admitted, flush deepening. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have made it such a point to make it here as early as possible.” 

That sounded like music to his ears; not only had Keith missed him, had been happy to see him and to spend time with him, but being with him had been his number one priority this weekend? What more could Shiro ask for out of this man?

As Keith laughed at his own little quip, Shiro watched in delight and pure adoration for him. Oh if only he could express that adoration in another way, if only he could get that far. 

So radiant . Shiro didn’t bother to squash these unfiltered thoughts; it had been fruitless to try from the start. Shiro fumbled over that gorgeous man before him, positioned and carrying himself like the King he knew he was even if Keith wouldn’t admit it to himself or to anyone else. 

Keith was an absolute ethereal specimen and he deserved to know, to be spoiled like one, to be loved like one. 

Shiro spoke before he thought: “You’re so beautiful.”

Keith froze, unsure of what to make of that comment. Least of all did he expect to hear something like that from Shiro, perhaps. But Shiro didn’t mind. He acted without another thought but perhaps the best decisions were made on impulse . . . ? 

“Heh. Nothing about me stands out that much.”

“You’ve really no idea the power you possess, don’t you?”

Keith glanced at him wistfully, and perhaps a little bit of astonishment; what else did Shiro expect? Keith hadn’t a damn clue, after all! 

“Hm?”

“All this past week. For the past many years, really. You’re so beautiful. Why do you think everyone’s so obsessed with getting close to you?” 

“Because they’re annoying?” Keith shrugged. 

“Sure, but they find you beautiful. They don’t annoy anyone they don’t find beautiful, hm?” 

“And why does that matter?” Keith huffed as he crossed his arms, and Shiro feared he may have made Keith feel cheated; that was the very last thing he wanted to do. “I have way more to offer than how I look! I was the fucking Black Paladin. I’m a fucking Senior Blade. I’m basically their quasi-Prince.”

“Of course,” Shiro conceded. “You’re one in a million, Keith. A rare, amazing commodity. Someone who has the best of all worlds and I’d do anything to have you all to myself.”

Keith’s eyes shot wide and Shiro realized what he had just confessed. Rather than being embarrassed, Shiro chuckled, feeling as if that weight on his shoulders had finally been lifted and depending on how Keith took the confession, it was only uphill or downhill from here.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to tell everyone to fuck off that day. When you got the upgrade for your armor. But you don’t belong to me like that. I want you to though.”

Any remark or quip Keith was about to make died on his tongue, it appeared. Shiro took that as an opportunity to continue. 

“At the risk of this making me no better than everyone annoying you that day, and even long before then, I wanted to, still want to,  more than anything, swindle you into bed and freak with you all night long. And not just for one night. Every night. All nights, for the rest of our lives.”

By the distinct lack of a response, only met with another deafening, uneasy silence, Shiro feared the worst: the icy backhanded sting of rejection. 

“If you’ll have me,” Shiro finally went on, trying to conclude his own ramblings. “I’m all yours.”

“I ummmmm . . .” Keith rubbed his legs together and rested them over each other on the couch, concealing those temptations. He had become shy, honestly a bit unlike him. Sure he may have been reserved and a little prickly but that wasn’t the same as shy. Shy meant embarrassed or just insecure. Keith had never been insecure at all. And especially not around Shiro. Shiro wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad sign; Keith could feel the most secure with him. That was the whole goal, the whole purpose of Shiro’s role in Keith’s life. 

“I don’t really know what to say,” Keith admitted with a shy little laugh. “I didn’t think you liked me. Like this. For a long time. I was totally willing to accept that the closest I’ll be to you is like family, like the platonic kind. Like brothers. But I guess I friendzoned myself there really hard.”

“You friendzoned yourself ?” Shiro scoffed at the absolute absurdity of all of this. “You friendzoned me . Or I thought you did.”

Keith giggled and the sound rang through Shiro’s ears like wind chimes. “So what gave me away?”

“Nothing did. Not really. I just uh . . . took a leap of faith here. I’m really glad you like me,” Shiro finished. 

“I can’t not like you. I more than like you. You mean the universe to me, Shiro. I’ve traveled through other realities just to find you. I don’t think just a really good friend would go to such lengths. Also I killed Sendak for you. That’s another thing.”

“You really have always been my knight in shining armor, Keith. My saving grace. My purpose.”

“Sheesh. You’re really laying it on thick, Takashi,” Keith quipped with a little smirk. Shiro would have dropped on his knees and begged for him to take him with the way Keith purred his name like that. “That’s a lot of pressure to put on a man.”

“Hm. Maybe. But perhaps all of that time trapped on the astral plane and then left all in my lonesome to sort through these feelings under the assumption that you didn’t return them the way I wanted only to find out now that you do, in fact, return those feelings may just have me feeling just a little.” Shiro paused for a quick breath like he had just gone underwater. “Excited.” 

Keith’s flush deepened even more. “So . . . What now . . .?”

Shiro paused. Where to go from here, the million dollar question, indeed . . . 

“We have a whole weekend ahead of us. It’s whatever you want to do, Keith. Anything. I’m just happy to be with you.”

Notes:

I am flattered by the reception this silly fic has gotten thus far! Thank you for showing interest! The down and dirty smuttiness is almost here, after this installment, so hope you are still enjoying!

Chapter 3

Notes:

remember when i said it was a bad idea to post something right as class began? still a bad idea. also this chapter became so long that i had to split it into two, so more of the dirtier stuff is coming up in the now fourth chapter.

p.s. shiro's vibrating arm makes a comeback b/c who doesn't just eat up that headcanon

Just when Keith began to open his mouth to speak, their moment of truth was interrupted by someone ringing Shiro’s doorbell. Shiro frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. Who else had he expected? Did he make other plans unbeknownst to himself? 

Apologizing and excusing himself from the living area for a moment, he peeked into the peephole of his front door and saw Adam there with a few extra items he had found while rummaging through his things. Shiro paled a bit, but decided Keith was already mentally prepared to know more about that side of him and answered the door. 

“Hi,” Shiro greeted. “More . . . supplies I left behind, I see?” 

“Yeah. And I know you’d want this particular one. Actually, I went and got you a new one that I thought would, um, complement Keith better. Just another token of peace from us. Us as in me and Curtis.”

Shiro grinned as he accepted the box and peeked inside to see a flashy blingy collar, perfect for Keith. He casted a quick furtive glance over his shoulder to find Keith still secured in his spot; no eavesdropping or hearing anything potentially off-putting . He hoped, at least. 

“Excellent taste as always, Adam,” Shiro said through a widening grin. “Give Curtis my regards?”

“Sure,” Adam nodded, turning on his heel and leaving. Shiro quickly shut the door and rested his back against it, sighing in slight relief. That didn’t end up being as awkward as he expected still being on speaking terms with your ex would be, but then again, things weren’t always (see: ever) like the movies. 

He hoisted himself off the door and carried his belongings to his room. Unfortunately that meant treading through the living room where Keith sat there patiently waiting like a saint he wasn’t typically known to be and Shiro openly apologized again and explained why Adam dropped by to give him some old things. Keith glanced at the box and had a quizzical expression on his face but Shiro didn’t dare elaborate yet. He had to ease Keith into that side of his—their, he should say, THEIR—life.

When Shiro returned to the living room, he accepted Keith’s empty cup of tea and placed it into the kitchen sink to rinse off later. Keith, still ever so patient, waited for him to return to resume . . . whatever they wanted to do this weekend. They had no set plan, and Shiro’s confession came as a shock to them both. Even if they weren’t completely shocked. Maybe they just had to get each other alone, fucking finally, and just stop avoiding that topic. 

Shiro settled back on his side of the couch and rubbed the back of his neck, racking his mind for a conversation ice breaker but coming up with nothing good or clever or witty or silly to ease the sudden onset of tension.

Silence hung in the air between them and for some reason, neither dared to break that silence. While not unpleasant, Shiro did wish Keith would say something. Be it a snide little remark or a little tease, he just wanted to hear his beautiful, gorgeous, melodic voice. If things went as planned maybe he could hear that voice in a whole new melody. 

As if the Great Engineer above heard his pleas, Keith stirred a bit in his spot. 

“So um,” Keith coughed into his hand as he positioned himself in a more casual way. “I’ve been told your bedroom life tends to be un . . . Unconventional?”

“You can say ‘kinky,’ Keith,” Shiro laughed, wondering just how much information Matt gave into that world of his to Keith. “But yes, er, unconventional . Matt has been victim to many sleepless nights thanks to Adam and I.”

“So I’ve been told.” Keith flushed as he adjusted his collar. Did Keith finally notice how all of that sweat and humidity made his choice of clothing cling to his skin? Or had Shiro been paying far too much attention to him than should be considered legal? 

“So what does that entail, anyway?” he inquired. “Whatever things were in that box? You looked kind of embarrassed carrying that to your room.”

Shiro blinked. 

“Hm?”

“I mean, what do you like to do? To me? Should the opportunity ever arise, that is.” Keith always had to make a point of it, didn’t he? Not that Shiro would have it any other way. “I’m not that easy to get into bed, but since it’s you, I may make an exception.”

“Of course I want to get that far, but only if you want. Only when you’re ready.”

Keith swallowed. “I’m not a stranger to unconventional bedroom endeavors. I’m half-Galra. They take those mating rituals seriously.” 

Shiro raised an eyebrow and hummed, curious, leaning forward and resting his chin on his knuckles. His eyes raked up and down his figure, ever predatory, and his gaze darkened as it rested on Keith’s treasure. Keith instinctively crossed his legs and Keith’s legs became weak. 

“Then why are you so nervous?” 

“Because none of my partners have been you .”

“Keith.” Shiro strode over to his side and stood behind his seat. His hands rested on his shoulders and he began kneading into his flesh. “Stop thinking so much. There’s so many things I’d love to do to you. But how far will you let me go?”

Keith’s breath hitched in his throat. 

“That’s the problem,” Keith replied. “I’d let you do everything to me.”

“ Everything ?” Shiro purred into his ear, presence shifting from comforting to a heavy air of predatory. Suddenly the atmosphere grew heady, desperate; all of the longing Shiro possessed for Keith finally laid out and spread all over like butter on bread. Keith showed to be happy, accepting even, fully so, and Shiro knew he shouldn’t get too excited, but he was. He was too excited that he could feel the sensation in his fingertips and his toes curling at the thought of finally, finally –

–Keith whimpered, confidence clearly shifting. “Yes.”

Shiro maintained control for another brief few moments.

“What a bold claim,” he murmured, nosing into his neck. “I’d like to challenge that.”

“Like I said,” Keith replied, daring to look up at him with his hypnotic deep pools of amethysts for eyes. “I’m usually not easy to get into bed, but I’ll always make an exception for you.”

Shiro bit his lip and pondered over the kinds of things he’d yearned to do to Keith, with Keith, for Keith for so long. Smirking he slowly leaned down and pressed his lips to his ears, blowing some air into his sensitive canal. 

“Have you been plotting this? It’s almost like you knew I’d pounce the second I had the chance. What gave me away?”

“Nothing,” Keith admitted—which might have been a little white lie to spare his feelings, given how easily read Shiro had been by everyone else—parroting Shiro’s earlier confession. “I just took a leap of faith.”

Keith inched his thighs apart and revealed the tear and wet spot, indicating he had known all along. Especially considering it looked like he'd gone Commando.

“And maybe I wanted to challenge that other side of you, myself.”

The organic hand on Keith’s neck constricted around it, forcing Keith to directly face him as he scowled. 

“So you have known.”

“Of course. I think Matt and Lance confronting me and giving me the must-knows about your bedroom life had me put two and two together.”

Shiro resisted another smile. Matt did get through to him then?

“And I found out why our cafe table was all wobbly, by the way.” Keith rested his hand over Shiro’s on his neck, guiding it lower, ever so slowly, painfully slowly, until their hands rested just above his pubic bone. “Maybe I should stop torturing you.” His free hand rested over his heart. “Out of the pure selflessness of my heart.”

The former black paladin licked his lips, swallowing dryly. 

“I can?” he groaned, almost a pathetic sound coming out of him, as his fingers dipped closer. “You’re sure?”

“We have the weekend ahead of us,” Keith pried his legs further apart, granting Shiro full access. “You can ease me into the other stuff. I don’t break that easily, Shiro.” 

Shiro had begun to trail tender, gentle kisses along his neck, his organic hand now rested on Keith’s inner thigh. The fact that Keith appeared calm in spite of how he made Shiro lose any and all control or composure was lost on him. 

“That won’t do, Keith,” he murmured against supple, milky, delectable skin, possessive marks left behind already and already feeling so drunk off of Keith. “I want to do more than freak with you. I want to take you to dinner. I want to take you out to the park and treat you good. Not just fuck you good.” 

Keith had been occupied stretching his neck for Shiro and sighing from each passionate kiss planted on him. 

“We have plenty of time to work things out from here. Now let me stop torturing you, Takashi.”

Something snapped in Shiro’s head—his sanity reaching its breaking point, perhaps—and he leapt over the couch, landing gracefully crouched between Keith’s legs. 

His reward for his patience waited for him. 

His organic fingers reached to feel the dampness, choking back on another desperate sound. 

“Fuck.”

Keith jerked a bit from the contact, but remained at ease the best he could. Shiro’s eyes flitted upward and saw the gorgeous lavender blush still prominent on his expression. Sighing dreamily as his forefinger found that sweet little nub full of nerves and added light pressure—

—“A-ah!”

Shiro chuckled, voice silken and husky as his eyes darkened, full of need . “You want me to eat your pussy, baby?”

Keith chewed on his lip. “Do you want to? I could just revoke the privilege—!”

Shiro frowned at the notion. 

Another finger tucked into the torn part of his pants. . 

“What do you think?”

Keith hooked a leg around Shiro’s neck and yanked him closer, until his nose nuzzled the damp area. 

“Then hurry the fuck up, Takashi.”

Shiro’s tongue darted out and lapped at the dampness, clothes still shielding him from the skin. While gentle it seemed to be enough for Keith’s heart rate to accelerate. Shiro grinned, knowing this was just the beginning of his payback. 

He gnawed a bit, tearing away just enough of the cloth to reveal enough of Keith’s pussy and ass. Another gentle, experimental swipe of his tongue up between his lips earned him another whine. 

He tasted so good. 

Shiro’s cock already hardened so much his free hand had to free it from its confines. He didn’t have to touch himself though. Lapping continuously like a famished, dehydrated man at Keith’s pussy satiated his desire enough for now. 

The leg secured around his neck tightened around it. Shiro rested his prosthetic hand on Keith’s ankle and adjusted as he continued to savor what he should have claimed years ago. What had even stopped him?

Not so much a fear of commitment more than not being who Keith needed. 

“Shiro,” Keith panted, fingers digging into the couch for some kind of support. “Shiro—oh my God—! ”

His tongue’s flexibility might have been unmatched; not that Shiro would know compared to Keith’s previous partners, but he could make some inferences. His focus remained fixed on his goal—heighten Keith’s pleasure to such an unfathomable degree no one else could ever satisfy him again. Keith would become as desperate for Shiro as Shiro became so desperate for Keith. 

“Don’t stop, please .” Shiro growled in response to Keith’s demand, digging his tongue deep between Keith’s soaked folds of both his own arousal and Shiro’s handiwork.

Oh dear, sweet Keith. If he gave him the word Shiro would never ever stop from here. Of course in reality that may not have been entirely feasible. 

But Shiro could perhaps make some arrangements. 

“Fuck, baby. You should see how beautiful you look right now.”

Keith’s flush deepened into such a shade. One of his hands clamped over his mouth, his eyes heady and he looked wholly debauched. 

Shiro only just began. Another dark, low chuckle signaled to Keith just how much more intense he would be willing to take this. 

His tongue trailed around the rim of his pussy hole before pushing inside. 

Keith tried to muffle his cry but to no avail. 

Shiro laughed again as his tongue plunged into his hole, closing his mouth over his pussy every now and then. Not much longer and Keith came on his tongue, breathing heavy as he slowly began to relax from that high. 

But there was no way in this life, or in this reality or any reality, that this would end here. Shiro needed more, more payoff for all of that dancing around this for too long. HIs tongue remained exploring Keith’s insides, curling inside. His organic hand sprang to life from curiosity and found Keith’s ass, lightly trailing his finger around the rim. 

“Sh-shiro—wait,” Keith breathed. “No one’s . . . ever, you know . . .”

Shiro withdrew his tongue for a moment, sighing as if he just chugged a refreshing drink. Not too far off the mark. 

“Then can I?” Shiro begged. “All I want is to make you feel good, Keith.” 

Keith nodded, definitely embarrassed but the fact that Keith wanted to was all the assurance Shiro needed. 

“Don’t be shy, kitten. You’re safe here. Come for me.” 

Again. Again and again and again. You deserve it. 

“I did come for you!” Keith managed to say. (That statement could be interpreted in more ways than one.)

“ Another time ,” Shiro demanded. “Let me make you come two more times. Maybe.”

“ Maybe ?” Keith gasped as Shiro’s finger pushed into Keith’s ass hole. 

“Let me put this in a way you’ll understand.” Shiro began as he hooked his finger inside Keith’s hole before stuffing another in there. “I never, ever stop at just one .” 

Maybe for past partners, but not for you. Oh no. Never for you. 

Shiro ran his tongue around his lips and spat onto Keith’s pussy before closing his mouth around the damp, oversensitive, abused skin. Already so red and flushed from overarousal but Shiro only wished he didn’t declare ‘just two more,’ but that was all for Keith’s sake. 

“Shiro–!” 

Shiro slurped and licked and plunged his fingers all at once. The squelching from his spit and Keith’s slick combined might be off putting to some but that seemed to only spur him on to keep going. He managed to pull another orgasm, stronger than the first, and some of Keith’s slick splattered onto his cheeks and chin and he didn’t care. Keith tried to say some words but he’d whine or cry or moan in place of anything else. He let Shiro win this time. Two orgasms down and one left, and for a while Shiro would spare him. 

Grumbling to himself he tore more of Keith’s pants off, more of his silky thighs showing for him. Trembling for him. Noodly just from his touch. 

He kissed Keith's pussy and sighed. “One more, baby. You can. One more for me.” 

HIs tongue twirled around Keith’s sweet little nib and that had done it. More arousal spilled from him and he clamped around his fingers as he climaxed. Shiro cleaned up as much of that sloppy mess as he could with his tongue, stealing any left on his lips or chin and snagging a nearby cloth to wipe his face. 

With gentleness he pulled his fingers out and pulled himself entirely away, not before pressing kisses along his thighs, now resting on his knees. 

Keith breathed heavily as he tried to will himself to relax. Shiro took his time admiring his job well done and that was only their first gig with Keith. He pondered how well he could do this the next time. 

“I want to keep going,” Shiro started as a debauched Keith glared at him, more in disbelief than disappointment obviously. “But that was just . . . a prerequisite . Maybe.” 

“ Maybe ,” Keith spat. “I can’t fucking move.”

“But it’s just the beginning,” Shiro countered as he rested his head onto Keith’s knee. “We have a lot ahead of just that.”

“I know!” Keith sank back into the couch. “But there is this thing called recovery periods , Shiro. You’re a gym rat. You should know, that yes, sex can be a workout, and that was a fucking workout.” 

“ I did the work,” Shiro pointed out through a fit of laughs.  

“Yeah, and I’m the one dying!” 

Shiro pressed a kiss to Keith’s knee. 

“Don’t act like you didn’t love every minute of it.” 

“I never denied that fact,” Keith groaned, expression unamused. “Give me a life supply of Ibuprofen and maybe I’ll let you do more in like, the next month.” 

“I can’t give you anywhere near that long.” Shiro sprang back up to his feet. Just getting started and Keith didn’t know what to expect from him but now that he got a hint of what to expect . . . Shiro stroked his chin as he pondered over the situation. “Maybe I should have kept going after three . . .” 

“It’s not me who needs the attention now,” Keith observed, eyes landing on Shiro’s leaking, neglected erection. Keith adjusted his position once he found some residual strength by some miracle and grabbed Shiro by the hips, pulling him in close. Keith flipped himself around so that his head hung upside down—a little trick he picked up to take huge Galra cock?—and it had been enough to have more arousal leak out of Shiro. 

“Yeah? Want me to fuck your mouth, baby?” Shiro purred as his organic hand came down and stroked his cock from the base. “Open up.”

“Don’t think you have the upperhand this time.” Keith quipped as he obliged. Shiro inched his aching tip inside, shuddering at the sudden contact. Keith’s tongue laid flat beneath it, and best of all, teeth avoided at all costs . 

Something out of a dream. 

Another shaky gasp left Shiro’s lips as more of his girth eased into Keith’s mouth. Keith took his size like a champion himself, and at a gradual rate Shiro picked up some more speed. 

Soon he could feel the tip hit the back of Keith’s throat a few times and he groaned at the thought. Keith’s mouth secured his cock like a protective, snug sleeve and Shiro was happy to just remain this way. 

“Keith, I’m—!” Keith’s hands rested on Shiro’s bum and squeezed gently, as if to grant permission. 

He came down in Keith’s throat with another throaty, guttural groan. Easing his cock out of his mouth, still somehow half-mast and not yet satisfied. 

Considering how long it had been and how long Shiro yearned for this, he expected it. 

“Oh, fuck, Keith—!” he sighed and Keith smiled up at him, kissing his cock and licking the foreskin in a kittenish manner. 

“Oh fuck yes,” Shiro praised. “Such a good kitten for me.”

With Keith’s legs hung over the seat of the couch he was able to reach for his pussy. His prosthetic hand rested between his folds and switched on to a low vibrational setting. Shiro wasn’t about to keep him untouched for too long. 

His forefinger dipped into Keith’s fronthole and his middle into his back. Keith purred into his sensitive cock. 

“Don’t you dare fucking stop, Shiro.” Keith warned as he licked between his ballsack, taking one of them into his mouth and sucking hard and lovingly. He fondled the other with his hand until Shiro came again, cock finally softening enough. 

Keith didn’t pry away or even seem deterred with some of his arousal on his cheek and nose, kissing the tip before he pulled away. Eyes rolling back as Shiro’s vibrating fingers, probably amazed Shiro’s arm came equipped with horny perks, wringing another orgasm not a moment sooner. 

Just as Shiro hoped. 

“Good boy,” Shiro praised again. “Good for coming for me again.”

Shiro grabbed another cloth and helped to wipe Keith’s face. He didn’t notice before but he saw how tattered Keith’s pants became and that some of their mess landed on his shirt. 

Helping Keith back into a seated position, he grinned sheepishly. 

“Sorry about your clothes,” he started. “I can get you something to wear and keep. And uh, I guess you don’t need the yoga pants anymore.”

“They were like three bucks at the thrift store.” Keith shrugged. 

“That’s a good deal,” Shiro remarked with a laugh. “Come with me. I’ll help you clean up. Still need that Ibuprofen?”

That last inquiry was more of a tease but surprisingly Keith held up well after a fourth orgasm in one sitting. Keith grinned as he worked off his pants while following Shiro into his bedroom, taken aback by the size given the overall feel of his home. He pulled his top over his head and tossed his clothes back to Shiro. 

“I do prefer wearing boxers by the way,” Keith mentioned as he moisied onto the bed and sighed in happiness, his body already thanking him for the immediate, welcoming comfort. 

Shiro disappeared into a small walk-in closet and returned with a casual fit, boxers included of course.

He waited as Keith sat up and put the clothes on. The final results were . . . astounding and Shiro stood there in awe before joining him on the bed. 

Still staring. 

Of course Keith found other ways to tempt a man as fragile as he. Of course Keith found other ways to gain a semblance of control over Shiro. Just because someone declared themselves as the dominant in the relationship didn’t mean the dominant truly was in control over the submissive. Keith knew how to play into his power and just by doing something as simple as flaunting himself in simple casual clothes that belonged to Shiro really did it for him. 

Keith, of course, knew that. Keith, of course, always dangled that fact in front of Shiro and always, always, always got away with it. 

Not that Shiro would have it another way. In his world, no other alternative existed. 

Keith belonged to him now. Keith flaunted that title with an air of pride and that made Shiro only more proud to call Keith his.

“Why do you keep staring at me like you just saw an Angel?” Keith laughed, ringing like wind chimes again. Shiro felt so lost and drunk off of any and all kinds of attention from that very man.

“Because you are an Angel, Keith,” Shiro gushed. “I thought we established that.”

“I don’t mind being reminded every now and then,” Keith quipped while tapping Shiro’s nose, then resting that hand on his left cheek. “You did kind of wear me out, though.” 

“I thought you said you weren’t a stranger to unconventional bedroom lives,” Shiro teased with a quirk of an eyebrow. Keith punched his shoulder. 

“I also said none of my partners were you , Shiro.”

“Ah, so are you saying I upstaged even your Galra mates? Now that’s something I’ll carry with pride.”

“Well, I suppose you aren’t just Champion in the arena . . .” Keith snorted. “And don’t say that to any of my past partners, you’ll wound them.”

“Yeah. Champion on the streets and in the sheets. And don’t worry, any secret stays with me.”

“Oh my God, you dork.”

“Hey! That just proves that I’m consistent .” 

“Uh-huh.” Keith rolled his eyes and sunk deeper into the bed, enveloped by the comfort of the feathery soft mattress. “Well are you a Champion at spoiling the shit out of me? Because that’s all of what I’ll be expecting from this day forward.”

“Of course,” Shiro huffed. “What kind of a partner would I be if not?” 

“A bad one,” the smaller man snorted again. “I’m probably going to be out of commission for days thanks to you. Tell me again how Adam made it all look that easy to carry himself through class as if he hadn’t been railed by you earlier that morning or the night before?”

“And five minutes or so before said class.” Shiro added. “Bribery, aftercare, plenty of pain medications . . .”

“Oh my God,” Keith choked. “What did I let myself into?”

Shiro scooped him into his arms and nuzzled his nose into the crook of Keith’s neck. 

“Too late to back out now, Keith. You’re all mine.”

“Shiro! Knock it off!” Keith laughed. “I’m sore literally all over.” 

“You know what could help with aches?” 

“Hm?” 

Shiro didn’t skip a beat. “More orgasms.”

Keith’s eyes shot wide in horror. 

“No, stop it. Stop it. Give me a day or so, please.”

“What happened to that remarkable Galra stamina?” 

“Championed, remember?” Keith growled. “ Championed .”

Shiro cackled at that. “Oops.”

“ Oops .” Keith mocked with a scoff. “You fucking insatiable–!” 

“You knew what you were getting into!” Shiro sang as a reminder. “So how about lunch and dinner?”

“You know, the food was supposed to come before all of . . . Well that,” Keith snorted again. “But yeah. Lunch and dinner sounds great.”

“Do you need anything right now?”

“Just stay here and lay with me. We can order take out or something. I do not want your cooking. I love you, but I’m doing the cooking from here on out.” Keith gave Shiro’s room another onceover. “So where is this Red Room of Desire of yours?”

“First of all, I’m not Christian Grey,” Shiro replied. “Second of all, it’s in there.”

He nodded toward the door just beside the closet. 

“Third of all, I love you too.”

Keith’s eyes twinkled and Shiro wanted to kiss any sliver of doubt Keith had away. He willed more control in himself though. 

“So . . .” Keith trailed off. “Are we good with Pho?”

Notes:

thank you so much for your response thus far. i'm really glad people enjoy reading this silly thing as much as i enjoy writing it.

more down and dirtiness coming soon. (i hope.)

Chapter 4

Notes:

Thanks for your patience. Lots of stuff changed a bit. May go back and edit chapters for better flow. Otherwise, enjoy this!

Now it’s back to real life for me for a while. The semester is kicking my ass big time already.

This was also posted on mobile so apologies for formatting issues, those will be fixed later

While Keith and Shiro waited for their delivery order of Pho, Shiro may have taken some liberty in keeping Keith occupied in a lot of colorful ways. 

Like with their lips permanently locked. And with Shiro securing Keith under his body, and under those covers. Maybe occasionally kissing along that beautifully carved jawline and into the crook of his neck. Any and all self restraint unheard of at this point for the older man.

After all Keith was just irresistible.  

“Shiro—!” Keith giggled, hands coming up to rest behind the older man’s head. “You’re ridiculous.”

Shiro’s lips remained glued to his skin. May have left behind a trail of one too many hickeys which he was so far from sorry about doing. He owed this all to himself and to Keith anyway; this wasn’t all Shiro wanted to do together. Shiro knew he could live with just admiring the way Keith looked in any form, but Shiro also knew he could offer so much more to Keith now.

“This is just us playing ‘catch up,’ and there’s still literally years to make up for all of this.”

Just then the doorbell rang as Keith cupped Shiro’s cheeks, just about to pull him in for a quick kiss. He pouted at the interruption. 

“Well you go get our food, because I’m not answering the door like this.” Keith didn’t let Shiro leave without a swift kiss on the nose, though. Shiro leapt out of the bed and scrambled to grab their order and joined Keith at the table in no time flat. 

They enjoyed their meal in a comfortable silence. It already felt so familiar (it SHOULD feel familiar, in the context of them just being friends anyway but this was different), and Shiro only hoped Keith harbored the same ideas he had. It’d been less than a full day together and already, this was more than enough reassurance that this was what Shiro wanted for the rest of his life–just a definite future with someone he loved more than even he could fathom himself. His fork full of Pho was midway between his plate and his mouth as he took in the glorious sight of Keith. Fully comfortable and secure, perfectly serene in sharing each other’s presence. That was the goal, after all; Keith deserved safety, peace, love, security . . . 

How could he have allowed himself to miss out on this? Seeing Keith in some of the most intimate ways. Sex was one thing but small domestic moments like these, in Shiro’s eyes, always seemed to carry the most weight. Keith enjoyed his food and even showed a little crinkle of his nose whenever he smiled at tasting something delicious. 

So cute , Shiro mused as he took another bite. Unbearably cute .

“Are you enjoying the meal or are you going to keep staring at me?” 

Shiro’s face fell and he laughed, not embarrassed in the slightest. Keith knew how he felt. All Shiro had to do now was continue to show how he felt. 

“Can’t help it,” he said while wraggling his eyebrows and giving his classic smolder. “I’m in the presence of an Angel, remember? Besides, you’re a feast for the eyes, you know.”

Keith shook his head. “Dork.”

“Only for you, Keith.”

“Yeah?” Keith finished his meal at this point. “Watching me eat Pho has you feeling some type of way?” 

“ You make me feel some type of way Keith.”

“Dude, stop talking like that!” Keith shielded his face with his hand as another brilliant lavender flush graced his features; Shiro just adored that little quirk of his. “You sound like we’re in a bad rom-com.”

“I should have said these things to you eons ago. So forgive me, but I’m spilling out what’s been on my heart for . . . honestly since Voltron.”

Keith resisted the urge to roll his eyes, smiling in spite of how strange (yet amazing) this situation was overall. 

“And what else does that entail? Wringing more orgasms out of me?” 

“Absolutely!” Shiro quipped with a wolfish grin. “Speaking of which . . .” 

“Oh, are you about to give me a grand tour of your Red Room?” 

“I’m not Christian Grey!” Shiro repeated with a laugh. “But yes, er, if this won’t scare you off for good.”

“You just gave me four orgasms in one sitting.” Keith reminded him, leaning back into his seat and winking. “We’re okay in that regard, and I don’t think there’s anything scarier than a purebred Galra in a heat or a rut.”

“Now there’s something I want more detail on—something we can add to some roleplay. I may not be any flavor of Galra. Not even this new body is Galra. It’s Altean. Oooh.”

Keith groaned, expression paling. “What? What now?”

“Star-crossed lovers,” Shiro mused as he scratched his chin. “Forbidden romance.”

“Oh my God. Are you kinky or are you a romantic?”

“Both? While not mutually exclusive, they do tend to be connected.” 

Keith shook his head. “That is a fair point.”

“But I could be your alluring Altean guard while you’re locked in jail or something and keeping you company.”

“Do you want me in all my Galra glory? Fangs barred and all?”

Something snapped in Shiro again . He almost choked on a forkful of Pho. 

“Oh my fuck, yes.”

“Fuckin’ furry.”

“You’re half-Galra. I’m also dating you now. So yes, if that makes me a furry, then I’m fully accepting of that side to my sexuality.”

“Oh my God,” Keith gagged. “That means Pa’s a furry. Not the image I wanted in my head.”

Shiro raised an eyebrow, expression bemused. “You dug your own grave, Keith.”

Keith’s eyebrow twitched. “Ugh.”

Shiro grinned, doting on Keith like he had been the manifestation of beauty himself. As well as the true love of his life. Which he certainly was, there wasn’t a sliver of a doubt in Shiro’s mind that Keith’s beauty, Keith’s existence, outmatched any other living, breathing entity, human or otherwise. A man like him deserved everything and more, to be left wanting for nothing, to forget anything negative or wrong. 

He deserved more, but Shiro would try to give him everything he could ever hope to offer—as far as he could reach, beyond his reach. 

Keith somewhere along the way finished his meal and began collecting his empty dishes before Shiro stopped him. 

“I can take care of that.”

“Shiro—!” Keith sighed in defeat as Shiro scrambled out of his seat and had grabbed his own empty dishes in the process. “We may as well start living like we own the place together. Let me contribute to the chores.”

Shiro’s heart soared into the Heavens at the idea. 

“Fine by me.” Shiro’s eyes flashed a suggestive look. “As long as I get to literally feast on you after.”

“After you just feasted your eyes on me the entire time like me eating Pho was some raunchy sensual porn vid, why not?”

Shiro spluttered between laughing fits. Keith joined in before they gathered themselves and completed their chores. 

---

Keith appeared unfazed upon entering Shiro’s ‘passion’s playground.’ The equipment was customary—an assortment of toys there and gimmicks here. Shiro had a whole other beast within him that Keith only got a taste of just moments earlier.

Shiro idly wondered what may have been running through Keith’s head. They didn’t have a soul connection like he and Kosmo did as much as Shiro wished he had that. 

Finally, Keith broke the silence. 

“So why the separate room anyway?”

“Not enough space for that.”

Shiro pointed to the sex swing. Keith’s face fell and he shook his head as an onset of various potential scenarios flashed through his mind. Very obviously he seemed more intrigued and more curious than shrinking from embarrassment or something else. Shiro didn’t know what else Keith would have been feeling after how enthusiastic he’d been since he got there. 

“Most everything else is done in my room, though.”

Keith flushed a deep berry shade. 

“Uhm. And the living room?”

Shiro winked. “Anywhere as long as it’s feasible.”

Shiro glanced at Keith with a wolfish grin on his face, and Keith’s flush deepened, hand resting over his likely racing heart. From arousal? Adrenaline? Passion ? All of the above? Who knew? Shiro wasn’t a mind reader as far as he was concerned. Dabbling into a bit of that Altean alchemy didn’t account for telepathy . . . 

“What’s wrong, kitten?” he purred as he took one long stride to stand by him. He brushed a strand of hair away from his cheek, tip of his organic finger lightly grazing his skin. “Thinking dirty thoughts already?”

“We are literally in your self-proclaimed ‘sex dungeon.’ Duh.”

Shiro quirked an eyebrow, adorning that doting look on him again. His lips ghosted along his cheek and down his neck until he met the junction between his neck and shoulder. He nipped his skin once, and left a mark behind. His hands snaked down Keith’s sides and rested on his hips, pulling him into him, almost inhumanely close and yet not close enough. Shiro grinned feeling Keith’s breath catch in his throat, lips now resting on it. Those lips of his already left a trail of marks in its wake and he definitely wouldn’t stop there. 

Shiro lived and breathed for this man in his arms. 

“Hm?”

This time Keith crumbled like paper. 

“Oh my God, Shiro, what do you want me to say? Do you want me in head to toe revealing and sensual leather and a ball gag stuffed in my mouth while suspended on that damn sex swing and saying ‘ daddy, oh daddy, fuck me ’?”

---

Keith put too many ideas in Shiro’s head, and as a result aforementioned ideas came into fruition. No duh Keith didn’t back down from the offer and while he may have joked about the Daddy bit (Shiro always preferred Sir ), Keith was a little into it and maybe so was Shiro. 

Strictly because it was Keith calling him that. 

Leather outfit? (The closest he could find, anyway? . . . There was always pretending) Check. Suspended to Sex Swing? Check. Riding crop? Yep. Vibrator? How could he ever forget the vibe? Or the ball gag should Keith step out of line with that insolent, petulant mouth of his? Yes even in these settings, though Shiro wouldn’t have it another way.

He loved everything to do with Keith. But unfortunately they left the gag out this time. 

“Aren’t you just a sight to behold, kitten. Finally you’re where you belong. Submission’s a beautiful look on you, gorgeous.”

“Quit fucking stalling—!”

“Ah ah,” Shiro interjected with a frown. “If you want something, you have to ask nicely, kitten.”

“You’re making me wait too long.”

“And I can make you wait forever.” Shiro fiddled with the vibe in his hand, inspecting its every nook and cranny. “I’m doing this out of the pure selflessness of my heart, after all. Prioritizing your pleasure over mine. I live to give you everything, but you must cooperate.”

“Then please,” Keith breathed. “Give.”

Shiro cupped his ear and gestured for him to repeat that request. 

“Please what, kitten? I didn’t catch that.”

“Please, Daddy , give.”

“Oh, don’t worry, precious. I’ll give.” He switched on the vibe and rested it against Keith’s inner thigh. “I’ll give you everything you want. You just need to use your words.”

“Give me—let me come, Daddy.”

“Oh, kitten. Of course I will. You already know I never stop at just one .” 

“I—!” Keith’s breath hitched in his throat, like a lump of coal lodged in there. He unwittingly set himself up—everything in Shiro’s hands. That may have been the goal and all . . . 

But those mystique, glimmering violet galaxies for eyes glanced up at Shiro’s face. Golden eyes darkened and full of unsaintly, ungodly desires. The edges of Shiro’s mouth curled upward like Kosmo’s whiskers before he committed something he shouldn’t, the laughter escaping those lips dark and sinister. Twirling the pleasure device in his hand, playing with a dangerous amount of power he possessed over the suspended vixen, his eyes then flitted to his vast array of options caused desire to pool in Keith’s groin more and more and more . 

Finally Keith came and his body violently shook against the constraints. 

“I—Shiro—!”

“I’m not Shiro here, kitten.” 

“ Daddy , please.”

“Remember that I said to use your words, kitten.” Shiro purred as he approached him with lazy strides while still fiddling with that vibe, dangling it before Keith like a goddamn tease .

It looked like Keith suddenly didn’t know how . Any language he had ever learned died on his tongue every time he attempted to utter more than a needy, unbecoming cry. Such music to Shiro’s ears, a melody he’d have in his head on repeat. 

This would end with Shiro getting his way, regardless; why keep stalling? 

Eyes shimmering in a silent plea he whined another time. Hopefully convincing enough to strike a chord in the older man but Shiro thus far had been relentless, unforgiving, and brutal. Still frowning with that condescending expression. Leaving Keith unable to rub his thighs together as they’d been pried apart and secured. Pussy exposed and dripping excessively in his slick and release and still vulnerable, lying in wait. 

“You did this to yourself, kitten. You flaunt yourself like you don’t already belong to me.” 

An organic hand came down on Keith’s pussy and he whined again . Shiro became so drunk off of his power that Keith had been dangling in front of his face for years now and he intended to milk every last bit he could out of this opportunity. 

“When this,” he continued, fingers lazily grazing his nether lips before his thumb found his other hole. “And this. Are only mine .”

“Sh—Daddy, please .”

“I’ll give you what you want, baby. Just tell me or I won’t be able to serve you.”

But then Shiro pulled back. “Or am I not the one for you? Maybe I’m not good enough for you. You show yourself off to everyone. I can’t stand how they look at you like an object. But you like what it does to me, don’t you? You know what it does to me and you still think you can get away with it without a scratch, don’t you?”

Shiro circled behind Keith, eyes raking his figure. Keith shivered under his scrutiny. 

“By the time we’re done, all you’ll ever want is me.”

The hand holding the wand snaked down Keith’s stomach until it reached just above his pelvis. Keith swallowed, hearing the vibe switch at a low frequency for the moment Shiro felt a little . . . Less Cruel . 

“All that’ll ever consume your mind is me .”

The vibe lowered onto his clit, finally . 

“Sing for me, pretty baby.”

“I’m going to freaking destroy you for this—!”

“Ah, ah.” Shiro frowned, signs of that deep disapproval creasing his forehead, even. “I’m only doing more because I feel like it. Because I want you to feel good. I can easily revoke this privilege and not let you come for the rest of the week.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” Keith gave a little gorgeous whimper, like a string of symphonies to Shiro’s ears—the only motivation he’d ever need to show any sort of generosity. “Please, don’t stop.”

Shiro amped the pressure on his clit. “Yeah, baby? Daddy makes you feel good?”

“Daddy makes me feel so good.”

“And Daddy can make you feel good forever, kitten.” Shiro flashed a dangerous smile–more than enough to convey what he had in store. “You just have to let me have my fun. Will you let me, baby?”

“Daddy please,” Keith begged. Oh, fuck, that sounded so good, just what Shiro longed to hear. 

“Hm? Please what?” 

“Fuck me.” His eyes began to water. “Please, please–!”

“This isn’t enough for you, kitten?” Shiro inquired. “Not gonna be satisfied until you take my cock?”

“Y-yes,” Keith’s eyes trailed down, hoping to catch even a glimpse of that prize. He earned it too, hadn’t he? . . . Hm, perhaps still up for debate in Shiro’s mind, but he wasn’t so unnecessarily cruel. “Please.”

“Your words, kitten.”

“Please, I want your cock, Daddy.”

“Where?” Shiro’s eyes flashed to his front hole and then his back. “Do you want to choose, or do I get to?” 

“I–!” 

“Here?” Shiro’s finger traced the entrance of his front. “Or . . .”

“T- there .”

“Yeah?”

Shiro crouched down, his eyes level to his flushed pussy. 

“Please—!”

“—shh.” Shiro’d been in the process of prepping himself, cock stiffened and aching for action itself. Slipping the condom on he eased himself inside, eyes never leaving Keith’s as he relished in not only the warmth of his insides encapsulating his cock but in the way Keith’s eyes widened from eagerness at finally getting what he wanted too. 

God, did he live for this man. He looked too good like this, too gorgeous and no one else deserved to see him that way. No one else other than Shiro. 

“D-daddy—!”

“Yeah, kitten?” Shiro’s length fully rested in there before he thrusted once. “Got what you wanted?”

“Y-yes!”

Shiro chuckled, prosthetic hand resting on Keith’s stomach as he thrusted inside again, chasing after his own pleasure as well as Keith’s now. 

“Good kitty. Relax. I’ll give you everything you need.”

---

Shiro prepared Keith an epsom salt bath–a classic form of aftercare in his previous relationships (to him considered the bare friggin’ minimum and Shiro would give Keith the universe) and Shiro wasn’t about to quit on an oldie but goodie treatment for any potential (and in this case, absolute) soreness. Not without the rose petals sprawled across the bath, along with an arrangement of body oils, body scrubs, and body butters for Keith to choose from and the spoiling definitely didn’t end there. A bath tray rested over the tub with a bountiful assortment of cut fruit, biscuits and other treats, and a generously large slice of German chocolate cake which was Adam’s favorite, perfected recipe—and Keith loved it too back in the day.

Shiro also helped Keith wash and condition his hair, allowing his head to rest on his lap. Some candles surrounding the tub were lit and all in all, the whole restroom gave lower stimulation. A way to ease into a deep rest. Something they’d both need, because Sunday would be just as eventful, if not more so, than today. And then the day after that, and the day after that, and for their future together.

“How are you feeling?” Shiro pressed a soft kiss to his head, not minding the fact that his hair was still sopping wet. His hair reminded him of a mop like that. A cute mop anyway. “I guess you really weren’t kidding when you said you didn’t break easily. But you are still impatient. Still need to discipline you into a good pet, I see.”

Keith snickered. 

“Have I ever proven to be the type to toot my own horn without any basis to it?” Keith settled a little more into the tub, enjoying the comfort from the steaming water. “I’m not Lance. I always deliver, don’t I?” 

Shiro chuckled. “That you do, baby. Just amazed I didn’t scare you off. Most people would chicken out.”

“Clearly, I’m not like most people. And not just in terms of that.” 

“That is true.” Shiro offered to toss a berry into Keith’s mouth and Keith caught it, idly chewing. “Those Galra genes aren’t so recessive after all. You know, Galra are known to last months with libido as strong as theirs.”

“I’m not pure Galra, remember,” Keith said through chewing on the berry and swallowing. “Purebred Galra can last months. I can probably last a few weeks at one time, but you know, I haven’t actually experimented with my stamina in a long time. Not since Regris–you know. And then there are others. Antok. Uh, Rolo, at one point, but he isn’t Galra.”

“I’m sorry about what happened,” Shiro frowned. “With Regris, I mean.”

“Regris wasn’t the first who died in front of me like that, but it was a little different with him. You know how it is. They’re all cut and dry. Prioritize the mission. Blah blah blah,” Keith sighed. “Kolivan can’t shake off the guilt either, but you know what? Let’s change the subject. We’re not dwelling on past relationships right now.”

“You’re right. I don’t like the idea of others treating you like this anyway.” Shiro offered a slice of cheese for Keith. Keith accepted it. 

“You don’t have much control over that. Also during all of that time, you were technically replaced by a clone and stuck in the astral realm and might I also mention you also had partners before me.”

“Okay, okay, that’s fair.” 

“Do you need anything?” Keith asked. “Are you okay? That’s the most intense I’ve ever seen you.”

“But did you enjoy it?” 

Keith flushed and turned away to hide his rare moment of bashfulness. 

“A little too much.” 

Shiro busted up laughing at the genuine confession. “I’m alright for now. But you know, I’m a little too obsessed with you. I’ll get to hoard you to myself for the rest of our lives, should you still want me in the future, that is–!” 

“--I’ll always want you,” Keith declared with the strongest conviction in his tone. “Always. Don’t ever doubt it.”

“No guarantees!” Shiro’s grip tightened around Keith, protective. “Not with the way you so shamelessly flaunt yourself. Now that I know a lot of it was intentional, I’m not sure I can not doubt it. I’ll have to fight to keep you. I’ll fight to keep you regardless.”

“I’ll fight to keep you and this alive too. Always have.” Keith gave a soft smile. “Always will.”

The rest of the night fell into a state of complete ease, comfort, and security. So much like a home. And it was a home, just not defined by a place to stay. Keith felt like home to Shiro, and he hoped he felt like home to Keith. 

---

Shiro woke Keith up to gentle kisses as the sun peaked over the horizon, a soft glow poking through the half-open blinds of Shiro’s–no, their –bedroom. Not a moment too soon and Shiro already snuck under the covers, leaving a trail of kisses behind from Keith’s neck down to his navel. A smile eased onto Keith’s features as he looked as luminous and elegant in the brilliant morning sun. 

This–this was what he looked forward to for the rest of his life. Waking up to this ethereal God for a man. All for himself, only for himself. 

Shiro nipped Keith’s sensitive skin in a playful manner and Keith gasped, hand reaching down to grasp Shiro’s shock white tuft. 

“You bozo,” Keith groaned. “I don’t think I can handle anything right now.”

Shiro chuckled as he popped out from under the covers, body hovering over Keith’s like a cage. He gazed up at Keith with such pure, unadulterated affection for this man. This man who deserved to be sunbathing on an expensive yacht while sipping on a martini. Who deserved to be spoiled in copious amounts of wealth and fortune and with his heart and soul left wanting for nothing.

Shiro had been afraid of not being who Keith needed. He wouldn’t know until he gave this a fair shot. 

“Looks like we spent the majority of this weekend with this instead of catching up, as in doing things and talking,” Keith stated. “You know besides each other. Not that this is a complaint.”

“I treated you to food,” Shiro remarked. “And then I had you as a bonus meal.”

“ Shiro .” Shiro laughed again. 

“Thank you.”

“For what?” 

Shiro crawled up and pressed a kiss to Keith’s scar. “Everything. I wouldn’t have had another chance. If not for you. I meant it when I said you saved me.”

Keith blinked, confused as to what Shiro was alluding to–apparently Shiro’s message hadn’t gotten through at all, which was failure on his end, once again. “A second chance at what?”

“At life,” Shiro explained, and then amended his statement: “At a life with you.”

Keith yelped at the notion. “You really do want me like that?” 

Shiro gawked at him, completely aghast. Was he joking ? He was completely joking, right? Shiro blinked rapidly before responding.

“Oh, was yesterday’s demonstration not enough reassurance for you? Do I need to put up neon signs?”

Keith giggled, hands coming up to cup Shiro’s cheeks, thumb caressing along his scar. “You dolt. I’m fucking with you.”

Keith was about to reach up to press a kiss but then his phone vibrated uncontrollably along the nightstand. Groaning, he swiped the necessary annoyance of a device and saw the FaceTime I.D. of none other than Lance. 

“The fuck do you want?” he grumbled as he answered, uncaring that he still had his bedhead and was naked under the sheets. 

“What the fuck have you been doing all weekend?” 

An unimpressed Keith responded: “Stuff.”

Shiro grinned as an idea sprang in his mind, snatching the phone out of Keith without any protest from the man and glancing at the screen. 

“I’m stuff. Good morning, Lance.”

“Oh my God.” He immediately ended the call. Shiro placed the phone back onto the nightstand while laughing in fits with Keith. 

“Wow, you can actually have a sense of humor sometimes,” Keith teased. “That isn’t morbid and dark.”

“Oh Keith, you wound me. Of course I know how to have fun.”

Keith smiled, hand reaching out from beneath the covers to rest on Shiro’s cheek. Almost as if he was studying him, memorizing him, absorbing every little bit of these moments like Shiro had been. It was clear that Keith cherished him as much as Shiro cherished Keith. If only he had said something sooner, they would have done this together a long time ago. But he supposed the past was in the past, and they had a future together now.

“So what now?” Keith whispered, eyes half-lidded. He appeared the most relaxed and at ease Shiro might’ve ever seen him, and he was proud to be the reason for his peace. Just like Keith was the reason for his.

Shiro paused, weighing out any potential ideas. “Anything you want.”

“Anything?” 

“Everything you want,” Shiro swore. As long as Keith was smiling, happy, and alight with joy and ecstacy, Shiro would do everything for him. 

Absolutely everything.

“Excellent.” Keith already looked to be weighing out options in his head. “Because next time, I’m taking over. How do you feel about pegging?”

 

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END.