Shiro does it when Keith's Galra instincts have him too upset and riled up about something. He makes Keith focus on him, only on him, breathe and hold....exhale slowly...
He does it when he wants Keith to look only at him in the
safety of their shared apartment on the ATLAS.
When Keith needs to be Told. He needs that anchor, sometimes.
When everything is Too Much, Shiro leads him into the bedroom, wrestles him into the room, sometimes.
He grabs Keith's chin, orders him to look him in the eye and then
he slowly, delicately, ruins the pretty Galra boy in his bed.
He's glad he told ATLAS to extra super MEGA soundproof their rooms haha
Keith makes so much noise. Yowls, and snarls, hisses, groans, moans.
Oh the moans are the best. They're long, drawn-out things, followed by the
pretty kitten biting at his bottom lip and hissing at stinging pain Shiro inflicts.
Strikes, bites, not a whole lot of lube (sometimes). He loves the way his kitten thrashes under him when he's got Keith on his back, legs hiked up over Shiro's hips as he destroying his second
favorite hole, holding keith's chin, ordering him to watch shiro, to look shiro in the eye and never look away.
Afterwards, everything is soft clothes, lukewarm water, fluffy, soft, thick towels and cuddles on the couch.
This time, when Shiro grabs Keith's chin, its so gentle
that it makes tears fall from Keith's galactic eyes when he kisses him, praises him for all that he is. Thanks him for allowing him to love Keith.
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End!
(this is a result of not enough cheese in my hamburger helper....probably)
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Sometimes when Shiro and Keith are in for the night, relaxing on their sofa sectional, Shiro will take the chaise so he can stretch out while reading up on the day's news on his PADD.
Keith likes to lay out on the wide sofa and rest his head on
Shiro's hip, with a pillow under his head. Sometimes, he reaches up and wiggles his hand up under the leg of Shiro's boxers so he can feel the warmth of his skin and the softness of his inner thigh.
If Shiro is wearing 'hard pants' still, keith will pout and grumble until Shiro
rolls his eyes, undoes his belt and fly, and makes it so Keith can happily wiggle his fingers under the hem of Shiro's boxers to feel on his hip or upper thigh.
Keith will make these sweet little noises, like purrs or soft chirps when he gets to touch his husband's skin.
i'm really stressed out today, have a mini #sheith thred!
For some reason, Shiro went and bought the extra large top loading washing machine for their laundry room. At first, Keith had been delighted.
Until the first time he had to use it after washing Kosmo..
All those towels
that were muddy and gross? Yeah, not lettin those sit in the laundry room for 5 days.
So while Kosmo fluffed in his own room (of course), Keith hauled all of the huge towels in and then stared at the washer.
He hadn't realized Shiro had gotten a Shiro-sized washer.
Fuck. He
sighed, sagging a little, before bolstering himself and dragging out the little step stool so he could get to it.
After dropping in 3 tide pods, Keith made the back and forth trek of climbing down, getting a couple towels, climbing back up, putting them in, rinse repeat.