also, i died

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i bet he has trouble hiding his facial expressions

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an au where shiro doesn’t cut his hair

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“I fell like a shooting star down to Earth, and Keith was there to catch me.”

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“… Wow. Shiro…”

That’s… well, it’s a lot, and it’s heavy, but it touches Keith’s heart is the important bit. He’s stunned speechless.

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Shiro threads his prosthetic hand through the fingers of Keith’s left, then brings it up to his lips to softly kiss at Keith’s knuckles--paying special attention to his fourth finger, and the ring there.

“You saved me.”

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“I fell like a shooting star down to Earth, and Keith was there to catch me.”

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Shiro, looking straight into Steve’s eyes: the only reason you get to play with my toy is that I let you

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"Happy birthday, old man."

“Thanks! I’m seven now. It’s very exciting. I’m waiting on Matt to bring over the birthday girl crown and give me the Webkinz-themed party favors.”

Then Shiro scratches the back of his head. ““Or does all that time in the Black Lion not count? Should I be counting from the point where Allura put me in this body? How old is this body anyway, if it’s a clone? And what about all the time dilation from the near-light-speed travel? How can any of us really be sure how old we are?”

(He’s fucking with Keith a little, but those are the real questions.)

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hey does ur bf strip

“Does my who what?”

[lunarburnt-deactivated20241027]

keith and shiro do this thing where they roleplay at bars like they’re only just first meeting and about to bring each other home and sometimes funny shit happens and someone or two gets their ass beat by one or both of them but they always have a blast and the sex after is bomb too

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shiro’s favorite control move is putting his thumb in your mouth and getting it under your tongue so he can pinch the meat under it between thumb and forefinger and hold your mouth open so you can’t distract him by licking him or speaking, and he will kiss the corners of your mouth and murmur to you about how good you look like that while you drool around his finger

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shiro, awkward as fuck: b-be my sub

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@lunarburnt: "Do what you gotta do," Keith says, steadier this time, his thumb on Lance's jaw. "We're... yeah, we're good here. Got stuff to do. Talk to me later."

@awkwardxmon // Lance McClain: If Lance had Keith's ability to purr, he'd be rumbling away right about now. But, as it is, he can only let out a content hum, placing a little kiss to Keith's cheek. "Yeah, you...go do your thing, Shiro. I'll take care of Keith for ya until you get back. Later."

“Both of you take care of each other, all right?” And Shiro cuts the comms line, staring bewildered at his PADD like it has some kind of explanation for how that just happened. “Holy shit,” he says to his empty room. Priorities--clean up first. Then... then maybe text them to debrief. Maybe. If he’s feeling brave.

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@awkwardxmon // Lance McClain: The sounds echoing in his ears from Keith and Shiro both has Lance shuddering, the sight they both make through his hazy eyes (one before him, the other through a PADD) one he'll savor for a very, very long time. He kisses at Keith, his lips and cheeks, strokes him slow through his orgasm. There's a tug of his lips, a lopsided and lazy smile that he aims at Shiro. "Thank /you/..."

@lunarburnt: "Um," Keith finally manages, tongue thick, "so I thought... it'd help if we... it'd help Shiro if we did something like that and-- um, you too, so..."

“I am so grateful they didn’t cut my comms,” Shiro says, smiling wide. Baby’s first threesome. A long-distance one, but, well, probably better this way for the first time, just so the three of them can get used to each other like this. “Honestly, I’m just happy to be a part of it.” And it’s true. “You’re so good together. To each other. To me--both of you. I...” And he looks down at his hand--winces. “I have some, ah, clean-up to do. Um--” How do you end a phone call like this?

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@awkwardxmon // Lance McClain: He moans, partly distracted by the taste of Keith and of /himself/ on Keith's tongue, strokes him faster and squeezes lightly to apply a little more pressure, a little more friction. He pulls back, briefly, to suck the fingers of his other hand into his mouth, before he's back to kissing Keith again. That hand slips back, down, to gently press a finger to Keith's entrance, rub against the rim.

@lunarburnt: Ah-- *that* catches him by surprise. Lance's fingers-- his hands do that-- and-- damn-- Keith's breath is coming in shallow bursts-- his nails dig at his shoulder, hips slap hard against his hand-- he spurts over his knuckles and between their stomachs, none the wiser when every kiss is stars and static on his tongue. "Hhha..."

“Good,” Shiro says, breathless, “you’re both so good, did just what I wanted, oh, fuck,” his chest is swelling with something like pride, something like victory, and he wants some for himself, too. His scar’s gone dark at the edges, face flushed as he tries to sip in some desperate gasps of breath. He told himself he wasn’t going to come until he pushed Keith over the edge, and he’s devastatingly close now, doesn’t know why he’s holding back except that it aches when he can’t touch and kiss like he wants. Shiro’s mouth opens like he’s going to ask them for something else, but all that comes out is a tight moan, eyebrows twisting and eyes gone dark as he watches them through his PADD. “Thank you,” he realizes he wanted to say, “thank you for--for letting me--” finally, finally, he’s there, spilling hot over the backs of his fingers, pumping his fist impatiently to wring himself out for them.

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[ undress ] - Lance

“Lance, I’m pretty sure you don’t always wear lingerie under your jeans,” Shiro admonishes him--although the pale pink lace does look good against his rich, smooth skin, stockings framing his long legs to make them look even longer, the thin of his waist accentuated by the garter belt. He tries not to let his eyes linger on how the lace of his panties barely contains his--(his mind makes a terrible pun, lance, haha) his package. The shirt comes off next, and there’s this filmy, thin, strappy lace getup here too, something Shiro can’t resist reaching out and plucking at. Pulling at one of the straps has it snapping back against Lance’s skin with a satisfying little noise. “What’s the occasion?” A little lower, encroaching into Lance’s space, fingertips finding any bare patch of skin they can just to tease around the material, “Did you just want me to have to unwrap my gift today? I don’t want to tear the packaging. It looks...” A heavy-enough swallow that Lance will be able to hear the bob of his Adam’s apple. “It looks really good on you.”

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@awkwardxmon // Lance McClain: Lance drops to his knees, dazed and breathless and not quite there anymore either even as he leans in to kiss and lick away the remnant of his mess from Keith's face. His hands dart downwards, and it's only a few moments later that they're wrapped around Keith's cock, stroking firmly, thumbing the head and pressing against the slit with each upwards flick of his wrist.

@lunarburnt: Just like that, it's whiplash again, and Keith's trembling, his eyes hooded, his mouth wet and absolutely already fuckdrunk. When Lance touches him, he's kissing him open-mouthed, sipping a pant, a moan around his tongue. Jesus. He'd never dreamed-- is this real?

Keith looks outright intoxicated by the sex, blitzed by the taste of cum, enthralled by Lance’s tongue in his mouth. “Keith, baby,” Shiro tells him warmly, “you did so good, let him take care of you--wish I could hold you, present you to him, show him exactly where to touch, I want him to know you like I do.” Just the idea of it has him trying to control his eyes as they want to roll back; he wants to see all of this, as much as his limited screen will allow. “Shit--Lance, I know how good you are with your hands, I want you to pull it out of him as fast as you can. Give him a couple fingers if he tries to hold out on you--I’d do it myself if I were there, come on, show it to me--you both look so good like this--”

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@awkwardxmon // Lance McClain: Lance can only nod, breathless and flushed, his grip on Keith's hair pulling tight as he rocks his hips forward, the tight pressure of Keith's throat around him pulling a shaky moan of both of their names from Lance's lips. He's hesitant, at first, but his thrusts quicken in pace with the heat burning, coiling, in his gut, until-- he pulls out with a strangled cry to paint Keith's face white.

@lunarburnt: Keith's barely there in the first place, time having slowed his senses to a tilted drawl, but what he lacks in the moment he makes up for with sound, with palming himself impatiently between his thighs, smearing what he can't swallow right away from his knuckles into his mouth.

“Lance, go on, clean up your mess--Keith, you’re so good, look at you--Lance, I think he deserves a reward, why don’t you give him a hand?” If it comes out garbled and a little breathless, it’s because he’s rapidly catching up with them. Thankfully the slick sounds of his hand on his cock are drowned out by the heavy breathing on the other end of the comms. “You’re both so--what did I do to deserve this--wish I could touch, wish I could-”