"Keith," Shiro whispers between kisses. He presses his fingers into the small of Keith's back. "Keith."
"Yeah?" Keith asks. He peppers light kisses along Shiro's jaw.
"I love you."
"I love you too," Keith murmurs, lips moving against his jaw. He places a kiss just beneath Shiro's ear and his teeth drag over Shiro's earlobe.
"Oh," Shiro gasps.
Which Shiro wouldn't necessarily be opposed to -- except that he has a conference
"You could just...leave early," Keith says.
"I can't," Shiro says. "I have a conference call with the Coalition."
"You can take a call from anywhere," Keith says. He reaches between their bodies
"Fuck," Shiro swears. He wraps a hand around Keith's chin and crashes their mouths together. "If you keep doing that I'm not going to be able to go anywhere." Keith grins against his mouth.
"Guess we better get you some place private then, huh, Captain?"
They're half way down the hall when Keith leans in and whispers, "Or maybe you're just easy." Keith might be right, but Shiro isn't about to give him the satisfaction. When they get back to
"Wanna fuck you," he says. The desire in his voice fuels Shiro’s own desperation.
"Shit," Shiro gasps. He glances at the clock next to their bed.
Fast isn't generally an option when Keith's fucking him.
Shiro watches as he pulls his hand away and licks precome off his thumb. A needy moan escapes his mouth and Keith smirks before he disappears from the room. Shiro rolls onto his
"You're so gorgeous like this, sweetheart," Keith whispers.
"/Keith/," Shiro gasps out his name and reaches back -- needs to touch him so badly in that moment. Keith knows just how to make him weak, and he's the only one who's ever been able to. He's the only one Shiro's ever been able to trust this
"I'm right here," Keith says. "I'm not going anywhere."
Shiro lets out a slow breath and looks back over his shoulder. Keith's smile is soft. He reaches out and cards his fingers through Shiro's hair. Shiro pushes back, grinding his ass against Keith's hips.
"Tell me what you want," Keith says.
The sound of an incoming call is the only thing that could tear Shiro away from Keith's mouth. He rests his forehead against Keith's for
Coran is moderating the call, still patching everyone through and Keith takes the quiet moment of downtime to slide a lube slicked finger down the cleft of Shiro's ass, teasing over his
"Takashi Shirogane, Captain of the Atlas," Shiro introduces himself.
Sam Holt is next, and Shiro is glad that he's not solely responsible for representing his planet given his current state of distraction. Keith's knuckles brush against his prostate and Shiro has to bury his face in the mattress to hide his moan.
Shiro's face flushes hot. There's no way anyone could have heard Keith -- but what if they did. The very idea makes Shiro's cock twitch, trapped between his body and the mattress. He reaches back and spreads his cheeks open, his
"Captain Shirogane, do you have anything to add?" a voice from the datapad asks.
Shiro has no idea where the conversation ended up.
"No, I think everyone else pretty much covered -- ah, the important points."
There's a long beat of silence.
"Well, I think that about wraps it up," Coran says.
Keith lowers Shiro back down against the bed and hits disconnect on the call.
"Thank fucking god," Shiro groans, his face mashed into the bedspread.
Shiro turns his head to the side, groaning as Keith's fingers fuck into him harder.
"Shut up and put your cock in me," Shiro says, with part irritation, part desperation.
"/Keith/," Shiro shouts. "/Please/."
"Okay, sweetheart, okay."
The fingers inside him disappear and Shiro relaxes against the bed.
"I know that was kind of mean," Keith says. "But I think you enjoyed yourself."
"I did," Shiro admits.
"Good," Keith says.
The noise that Shiro makes is embarrassingly desperate and he doesn't care. Keith pushes him onto his back and Shiro watches him as he shoves his pants down and slicks his cock. He hooks his hands underneath Shiro's knees and
"Ready?" Keith asks and Shiro can only nod.
"You don't have to worry about the whole universe you know," he says
Shiro's heart drops into his stomach. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
"/Keith/," he chokes out.
"It's okay, sweetheart," Keith murmurs. "I got you."
Keith doesn't give him the rough ride that Shiro was expecting when he was dragged out of his office.
"Fuck, Keith," Shiro groans, he doesn't even know how long they've been at it, it feels like hours but
Keith snakes a hand between them, curls his fingers around Shiro's cock. Any thoughts of Shiro returning to work after this are dashed as he notices exactly how much his cock has been leaking onto his jacket.
"What did I do to deserve you?" he asks. Keith kisses him as he comes, a bruising, biting kiss that Shiro knows will leave a mark but he doesn't care.
"You loved me," he whispers.