bakerstreet | Mid-Fuck

(ooc: Kinks and character info are in the journal.)

[ooc: would you mind a liam?]

Edited 2018-03-16 14:52 (UTC)

"Not yet, not yet," Bobby laughed, his palms on Pietro's hips, quickly cooling to ease the strain of the other's movements. "I appreciate you coming to help me out, but we all don't move as fast as you. Don't make me freeze you to the bedposts."

The mansion was silent tonight, Pietro had confirmed that. Bobby didn't see the need to hurry, which he knew was the speedster's bane. "Just let me enjoy you," Bobby purred, his lips finding the length of Pietro's neck, then across his shoulder.

His cool mouth breezed down Pietro's chest, fingers lifting the other's arm with a painfully slow gesture. "What if I wanted to kiss you all over?

( time to finally do this? pun intended... y/n? )

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godslay - 2018-03-21 18:53 (UTC) - Expand

[He's sorta xeno by default as a heads up!]

It's supposed to be a routine rendezvous with the Blades at the latest Galra outpost that they've managed to secure; a simple extraction of a single key player, so to speak, so the groups can exchange information that has been found in the systems. And so Keith can come home -- which is how Shiro insists on thinking about it -- for a short stay. It's been too long since he's seen the younger man, and the distance and scant exchanges of messages have begun to wear on him. And everyone has noticed.

So maybe that's why a grand total of no one argues when Shiro volunteers to be the one to go retrieve Keith. No one. Shiro goes alone in the Black Lion because really, there's no need for anything more elaborate.

Except, after he retrieves Keith, after a few succinct goodbyes to Kolivan and the rest of the Blade, after turning around to make their way back to the Castle of Lions, Shiro gets distracted. And he can admit to himself that he deserves the blame. He's the one who waits for Keith to get close enough to reach out and catch him by the wrist, pull him close and down, enough to steal a kiss that he's been thinking about since the last time he saw Keith. Shiro is the one who urges the younger man into his lap, who starts the frankly daunting (but oh so worthwhile) task of peeling Keith mostly out of his Marmora uniform.

At least, enough that he can kiss and bite at his neck, deliberately leaving marks in his wake, enough that he can slip slick fingers (yes he brought lube shut up he's an optimist) down to press inside that tight passage, rather leisurely finger fucking him, wondering how much he can make Keith squirm for him. "What do you think, beautiful? About ready for me?"