He blocked us, ( murmured soft and low, once keith draws his lips upwards on lance's jaw, nipping his ear with practiced grace. he knows how to fuck lance prettily, or get fucked with the air of submission the galra like -- he knows how to sleep with lance the way he likes to, the way no one else gets to see, soft and slow and too tender to be an act, overwhelmed by him or buried deep inside to the hilt, sharing breaths and heartbeats, easing himself into awareness that he isn't alone, not when lance is around. he can't do that in front of the eyes and ears all around them -- but maybe it'll help shiro remember ... maybe if they reenact one of the memories lance and keith now both share, maybe it'll strike a nerve.
if that's for the best, keith isn't really sure, drawing his hands around the silks of lance's garb, the flowy transparent bits and the sturdier material that falls weightless in his hands. shiro doesn't need a shock of reality, that seems too harsh, but he also doesn't need to be babied either. he needs memories, the good ones, the first time he put on the paladin suit, the time they saved shay and her planet. he needs to know that they're the good guys, not the aliens destroying the universe, one terrified planet at a time.
drawing back, the remainder of lance's sex slave clothes fall in a puddle of the floor, leaving him naked except for an under accessory of thick beads, golden and purple, bedecking his entire body with skinny chains to connect him. keith keeps him as best concealed as he can, their hips pulled flushed while, out of sight to shiro ( save for the motion of his elbow ), he strokes the sunkissed curves of his cock on top of a beaded cock cage, willing him hard. they need to touch shiro, to complete the link. he's pretty confident in that. )
You should use us, ( hie teeth grit. ) Master.
( his hand raises to cup lance's chin, opening his mouth to lick inside as seductively as he can, sucking his lower lip until it settles red and bitten. )
Whose mouth do you like more?
( he's honestly not sure if he wants it to be himself or not. )
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if that's for the best, keith isn't really sure, drawing his hands around the silks of lance's garb, the flowy transparent bits and the sturdier material that falls weightless in his hands. shiro doesn't need a shock of reality, that seems too harsh, but he also doesn't need to be babied either. he needs memories, the good ones, the first time he put on the paladin suit, the time they saved shay and her planet. he needs to know that they're the good guys, not the aliens destroying the universe, one terrified planet at a time.
drawing back, the remainder of lance's sex slave clothes fall in a puddle of the floor, leaving him naked except for an under accessory of thick beads, golden and purple, bedecking his entire body with skinny chains to connect him. keith keeps him as best concealed as he can, their hips pulled flushed while, out of sight to shiro ( save for the motion of his elbow ), he strokes the sunkissed curves of his cock on top of a beaded cock cage, willing him hard. they need to touch shiro, to complete the link. he's pretty confident in that. )
You should use us, ( hie teeth grit. ) Master.
( his hand raises to cup lance's chin, opening his mouth to lick inside as seductively as he can, sucking his lower lip until it settles red and bitten. )
Whose mouth do you like more?
( he's honestly not sure if he wants it to be himself or not. )