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They arrive to Daibazaal in the planet’s early dawn hours. This had been expected so the palace guard don’t even glance their way as they walk through the doors.
“So, it feels a little strange, knowing I’m married to a prince.” Shiro teases, and Keith rolls his eyes.
“I’m not the Galra prince.”
“I mean, you kind of are. Isn’t Kolivan pretty much the emperor now?”
“Elected leader.”
“That all the Galra still call emperor.”
Keith huffs. “Okay, fine, but I’m not related to Kolivan.”
“He’s practically adopted you and he and your mom are… close.”
“Yeah.” Keith sighs. His mom and Kolivan are totally an item. He has no idea why they won’t just admit it to him. Maybe they’re worried that he feels like they’re “replacing his dad” or some shit, but he loves Kolivan, and he loved his dad. He doesn’t see why that love has to be mutually exclusive, for him or his mom.
“Come on, Takashi, let’s hurry up and get to the room.” Keith mutters. Shiro just beams.
“As you command, my prince!”
“You know, I may have an authority kink, but I think I still prefer ‘sir’.” He muses.
Shiro chokes.
That’s more like it.
~*~
Once they arrive to the room and the door shuts, Keith is being pressed up against it, Shiro crowding into his space, gentle kisses pressed to his neck.
“You look so good in a suit.” He murmurs, fingers working on the buttons of Keith’s jacket. “God, I’ve been wanting to peel you out of it all day.”
“Well then, I guess you’d better get on it.” Keith laughs sliding his own fingers into Shiro’s gelled back hair, tugging it loose and back into its usual configuration.
Shiro just hums and pushes the jacket off Keith’s shoulders before undoing his tie and tossing it behind himself carelessly. Keith watches as it flutters to the floor near the bed before he’s distracted by his husband’s lips on his own.
Husband. “Holy shit, we’re married.” He breathes against Shiro’s mouth.
“We are,” Shiro sighs, pressing their foreheads together. “And now we’re on our honeymoon, and I’m going to worship you like you deserve.”
“Oh, you have a plan for tonight, hm?” Keith asks, wrapping an arm around Shiro’s shoulders.
“I do. I’m sure you have your own ideas for our wedding night but…” Shiro leans down to nip at his pulse. “Would you mind terribly if I went first?”
“Go for it, superman.”
Keith feels Shiro smile against his neck. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that.”
“Good, because I’ve been calling you that since the beginning and I never plan to stop.”
“I’m perfectly happy with that, baby.”
Shiro slides his shirt off and it pools on the ground with his jacket, then his hands smooth along his bare sides.
“God, I love touching you.” Shiro breathes.
“I’m pretty fond of it myself.” Keith murmurs. “I hope you plan on doing more of it.”
“Always.” Shiro bends to kiss along his neck, then down his chest, soon kneeling before Keith and thumbing at his hipbones. He leans his forehead against Keith’s stomach and sighs.
“I love you.”
Keith tilts his head bac against the door and runs his fingers through Shiro’s hair again. “I love you too, Takashi.”
Shiro hums at that, then his hands move to the front of Keith’s pants, undoing the fastenings and letting them slide down his legs. Shiro frowns when they pool around his ankles and seems to remember that shoes are also a thing that must come off. “Lift your foot?”
Keith does, and Shiro unties one shiny black dress shoe, slipping it and his sock off easily. He kisses Keith’s ankle before setting his foot down and doing the same to the other one. Having successfully removed Keith’s shoes and pants, he decides to focus on something else, and begins mouthing at Keith’s erection through his briefs.
Keith’s breath hitches and he lets out a shaking sigh. “Shiro…”
“Mm,” Shiro kisses up and down his length slowly, the material of his briefs growing wetter by the moment. “You taste so good, baby.”
Keith shivers as Shiro presses one more kiss to the tip of his cock before slowly sliding down his briefs. Without preamble, Shiro takes Keith into his mouth, sliding down until he feels himself bump the back of Shiro’s throat.
“Holy shit,” Keith pants, fingers tightening in Shiro’s hair a little.
Shiro hums and strokes his thumbs over Keith’s hipbones soothingly before starting to bob his head in a slow rhythm. Keith groans when he feels Shiro’s tongue dip into his slit on every slide up.
Keith usually whites out when Shiro gives him a blowjob, and this time isn’t much different, though it seems to him like he feels it a lot more than usual. Shiro’s being a lot slower, a lot gentler, a lot more thorough. He really wasn’t kidding when he said he was gonna worship Keith tonight.
“Shiro,” He rasps, however long later, “Shiro, I’m gonna-”
Shiro hums in acknowledgement and squeezes his hips, tugging Keith towards him that little bit more.
Keith gasps and arches his back as he comes, Shiro eagerly taking everything he has to give.
To his surprise, Shiro doesn’t pull away when he’s done. He keeps his lips wrapped around Keith’s softening dick, suckling gently to try and get any last drops.
He’s slightly oversensitive, but Shiro seems to be taking that into account by not moving, so Keith decides to indulge his husband and leans back against the door, combing his fingers through Shiro’s hair carefully.
They stay like that for several long minutes as Keith’s heartrate slows, then he groans in surprise as he feels himself grow hard again, still nestled in Shiro’s mouth. It’s only when he’s fully hard again that Shiro finally pulls away, leaning his head against Keith’s hip.
“This isn’t gonna be another ‘push Keith to the limits of pleasure’ night, is it? Because if it is, I want some warning.” Keith says raggedly.
Shiro huffs a laugh and presses a kiss to Keith’s hip before looking up at him. “Not quite.” He says, voice raspy, and wow that does things to Keith’s insides. “But I do plan on having you come again when I’m inside you.”
Keith shudders. “Yeah, yeah that’s… good plan. Yes.”
Shiro laughs again and nuzzles Keith’s stomach. Keith tilts his head as he studies Shiro kneeling before him. “You know, it’s really weird to see you down there fully clothed when I’m completely naked. Isn’t it usually the other way around with these things?”
Shiro tenses at his words and pulls back, eyes wide. “Shit, I didn’t even think about- Keith, are you-?”
“I’m fine.” Keith soothes. “I told you before, didn’t I? You don’t have to worry about that trigger anymore. I know I’m safe when I’m with you.” He lifts an eyebrow, looking Shiro up and down. “Although, as much as I like the kimono, if you want to make it up to me, you could also get naked.”
Shiro huffs and pushes himself to his feet, taking a step back so Keith can move away from the wall. So he doesn’t feel trapped. Keith refrains from rolling his eyes, smiling fondly. Goddamn superman.
“I’m all yours, baby.” Shiro tells him, spreading his arms. Keith tilts his head to the side.
“Yeah, so, I have no idea how to even start getting you out of that thing. How many layers are you even wearing right now?”
Shiro laughs and pulls him close, kissing his forehead. Keith shivers at the feeling of satin and silk brushing against his bare skin. Another thought for another time, perhaps.
“Come on, superman,” Keith murmurs, pressing a kiss to the underside of Shiro’s jaw and tugging at his collar, “hurry up and get out of this so you can fuck me.”
Shiro leans down to kiss him properly. “Yes sir,” he breathes, and Keith shivers again.
Suddenly, Shiro is lifting him up and turning, using one arm to hold him and the other to pull down the sheets of the bed before laying Keith down gently. Keith turns onto his side and props his head up as he watches Shiro peel himself out of the complicated clothing, draping each piece over a nearby chair. Soon, his husband is as naked as he is, and joins him on the bed.
Keith sighs happily as Shiro’s weight settles over him, and he wraps his arms around the older man’s shoulders, raising up to press their foreheads together. “Love you.”
“I love you too, baby. More than anything.”
Keith grins. “More than life?”
That startles a laugh out of Shiro. “Yeah. That.” He leans back a little and sends his metal arm over to their abandoned bags, unzipping a side pocket of one of them and withdrawing a bottle of lube.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” Shiro murmurs as his arm returns, thumb popping the lid.
Keith sighs and does so, hooking an ankle over Shiro’s lower back. “Come on, Takashi,” He breathes.
Shiro kisses his forehead again before slick fingers begin prodding against his hole. Keith sighs and lets his muscles go lax, letting the tip of one finger slip in almost immediately. Shiro’s breath hitches.
“Good, so good for me, baby.” He murmurs, leaning down to kiss Keith’s throat.
Shiro works him with the one finger for a while before slipping in a second, then a third. All the while he’s whispering about how good Keith is, how much he loves him, how he can’t believe he gets to keep him forever, how he’s finally his.
“I’ve always been yours, Takashi.” Keith whispers. “From the moment you walked into my life, I’ve been yours, even if I didn’t know it at first.”
Shiro sighs shakily and presses his forehead to Keith’s shoulder. “I’ve been yours too.” He breathes. “From the moment I first saw you, I wanted to go to you. I wanted to be with you, in whatever capacity you’d let me.” He leans back a little and kisses Keith slowly. “I never thought I’d be lucky enough to be with you for the rest of my life.”
Keith wraps his arms around Shiro, holding him close. “Well, it’s true. I’m here. We’re both here. And nothing is going to change that again.”
“Yeah.” Shiro murmurs. “I, are you ready?”
“Yeah, Takashi. Make love to me.”
Shiro hums as he slides his fingers out. “I’ll never get tired of those words.”
“I’ll never get tired of saying them.” Keith grins. “Along with ‘Shiro’, ‘Takashi’, ‘superman’,”
“’I love you’?” Shiro adds, smiling as he sits up and reaches for the bottle again.
“That one too.” Keith agrees. “That one especially.”
“Good.” Shiro sighs as he leans over Keith again. “Ready?”
“Yeah, come on.”
Shiro nods, kisses Keith briefly, then presses inside.
Keith sighs and arches up into the feeling. He’ll never get tired of this. Shiro always feels so good, he’s always been so good, and Keith loves every second.
Shiro stills when he’s fully seated, breathing deeply and nuzzling the side of Keith’s neck. “Okay?”
Keith smiles. Some things really do never change. “I’m good. You can move.”
Shiro nods against his neck but doesn’t move right away, content to stay where he is for the moment. Keith doesn’t push.
When Shiro does start to move, it’s slow and languid, barely pulling out before pushing back in. Keith sighs and nuzzles into Shiro’s neck. For once, he’s not in a hurry, doesn’t have the inclination to speed things along. They’ve got three weeks of this. Hell, they’ve got the rest of their lives. He thinks he can be patient and let Shiro take care of him the way he wants to.
Keith feels Shiro’s human hand smooth up his side slowly before finding his hand and tangling their fingers together. Keith sighs, tilts his head back against the pillow, and lets go.
He leans up to kiss Shiro, slowly, carefully, and Shiro sighs and kisses him back. An eternity passes, in which Keith only knows the feeling of Shiro’s lips and the heat of his body, around and inside him. By the time he feels the building pressure in his abdomen, it’s light outside, the pre-dawn of their arrival giving way to morning.
“Shiro,” he whispers, “Shiro I’m close.”
“Me too, baby.” Shiro murmurs. His hand finally releases Keith’s and slides back down his abdomen to wrap around his cock, strokes as slow as his movements inside Keith.
Keith’s breath hitches and he arches up into the touch, a coil of heat tightening in his gut. “Takashi…”
“Come for me, sweetheart.” Shiro breathes, and Keith can’t refuse him. Never has been able to. He comes with a hitched gasp, arms tight around Shiro’s shoulders.
“I love you.” he gasps, “Takashi, I love you so much, come on, come inside me, let go-”
Shiro groans lowly and bites at Keith’s neck as he comes, shuddering violently.
“That’s it.” Keith breathes. “That’s it, you’re so good for me, Shiro, I love you so much.”
“Keith,” Shiro sighs, kissing the spot he’d bitten in apology. “Keith.”
“I’m here.”
Shiro sighs and lays his head on Keith’s shoulder, content.
For a long time, the only sounds in the room are their quiet breaths, the hum of the tangible energy connecting Shiro’s arm to his shoulder, and their heartbeats.
“Hey,” Keith says a while later, combing his fingers through Shiro’s hair. “did you fall asleep on me?”
Shiro groans. “Not yet.”
“Good, because I still have wedding night plans for you.” he reminds his husband. Shiro laughs and sits up a little.
“It’s morning already, Keith.”
“So? We haven’t slept yet, so it’s still our wedding night as far as I’m concerned.”
Shiro sighs and shakes his head fondly. “Okay, okay. Let me clean you up first, though?”
“By all means.”
Shiro gets off the bed on shaky legs and wanders into the attached bathroom, coming back a moment later with a warm, wet cloth that he drags over Keith’s skin.
“Okay, baby,” Shiro says once he’s tossed the cloth into a corner and laid down beside Keith once more. “I’m all yours.”
“Thought you were already mine?” Keith hums, rolling so he’s straddling Shiro’s hips. Shiro reaches up to settle his hands on Keith’s waist.
“Always.”
“Good.” Keith purrs, then leans down to kiss Shiro. He gropes around for the lube without looking, managing to find it towards the head of the bed and pops the cap. “So, you wanna know what I have planned?”
Shiro eyes where he’s coating his fingers with the lube. “I imagine you’re going to fuck me.”
“Well, yeah,” Keith says, setting the lube off to the side and sliding back so he’s sitting between Shiro’s legs. “That part’s kind of a given.” He pushes one of Shiro’s legs up and back for better access before prodding at his hole. Much like himself, Shiro relaxes immediately and Keith’s finger slips in without any trouble.
“But,” Keith continues, crooking his finger and nudging Shiro’s prostate, “you wanna know what else I have planned?”
“That isn’t enough?” Shiro pants out, one hand reaching for Keith’s hair.
“Oh Takashi,” he purrs, taking Shiro’s wrist and pinning it to the bed. “You didn’t think it was gonna be that easy, did you?”
The whimper that pulls from Shiro is glorious.
Keith leans over the side of the bed and after a very careful balancing act manages to snatch his previously discarded tie off the floor. He slides his finger out of Shiro, who is not very happy about the loss, and grabs his other wrist, pinning both of them above his head. Then he holds up the tie and raises an eyebrow.
“This okay?” he asks, aware Shiro has his own triggers.
“Yeah, should be fine.” Shiro assures, and Keith wraps the silky cloth around his husband’s wrists, not tightly, but enough to remind Shiro it’s there.
“Now,” Keith murmurs, “I want you to keep these here,” he presses down on the cloth, “until I say otherwise, okay?”
Shiro swallows thickly. “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.” He rewards Shiro with a sweet kiss before leaning back and pressing his finger back inside, adding a second one a moment later. It never gets old, watching Shiro writhe beneath him in pleasure.
“Keith, Keith!” Shiro gasps, and his hands curl into fists, trying to obey Keith.
“I’m here, Takashi.” He soothes, running his free hand across Shiro’s chest. “You’re being so good for me. You want to keep being good, right?”
“Yes,” Shiro rasps.
Keith raises an eyebrow and pinches one of Shiro’s nipples sharply, causing the older man to yelp. “Yes what?”
Shiro shivers, head tilting back against the pillow. “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.” Keith coos, leaning down to kiss Shiro’s sternum. He adds a third finger and watches Shiro’s mouth drop open in a breathy moan.
“Do you want me, Takashi?” He murmurs, thumbing over one of Shiro’s scars gently.
“I always want you.” Shiro says quietly. Keith can’t help but smile.
“I know.” He slides his fingers out and shivers a little when Shiro whimpers at the loss, reaching for the lube and slicking himself up before leaning over Shiro and pressing his forehead against the other man’s shoulder. “Ready?”
“Mm, yeah.” Shiro sighs. “Come on, baby.”
Keith kisses his shoulder, and slides in.
Shiro hums and arches up and when Keith looks, he sees Shiro’s hands clawing at the sheets. Perfect. He’s getting desperate.
“Hey,” He murmurs, kissing Shiro’s neck, you remember when I gave you this?” he reaches up and traces his fingers over the bitemark on the other side of Shiro’s neck.
“Yeah,” Shiro pants.
“Well, turns out it means more than I thought.”
He leans back to see Shiro’s puzzled expression. “What do you mean?”
“I mentioned it to my mom, that I keep biting over this spot,” he taps the mark again, “and she told me it’s a Galra thing. Which we figured, but, it’s a little more than just an instinct. For Galra, biting each other hard enough to leave a mark is a symbol of bonding. Essentially, I half-married you the day I bit you.”
Shiro blinks up at him for a moment, then laughs. “Well, someone was eager. We’d only been engaged for a couple hours at the time.”
“Yeah, well,” Keith grumbles, then shakes his head. “The point is, I only half-married you the Galra way. You’d have to bite me back in order for us to be considered ‘bondmates’ by their standards.”
“Aren’t we already, considering?” Shiro wiggles the fingers of his left hand, drawing attention to the ring.
“Yes, but, it kinda feels unfair to leave it half finished, you know?” he leans down and nips at the bitemark, and Shiro’s breath hitches.
“Keith, are you…?”
“Bite me back, Takashi.” He purrs. “I wanna wear your mark like you wear mine, so that even when I have to take this off,” He wiggles his own left hand, “I still have your claim on me.”
Shiro swallows. “I could’ve done it earlier, you know, when I had my face buried in your neck for half an hour. Why not bring it up then?”
Keith smirks. “Reasons.”
One white eyebrow lifts. “Such as?”
“You’ll see.” Keith leans down and kisses him before he can ask, and snaps his hips forwards, cutting off any further words from Shiro’s mouth.
Shiro may have wanted to take things slow, and Keith might have been okay with that at the time, but he’s always been impatient at heart. He sets a hard, fast pace that has Shiro gasping on every thrust in, all while Keith murmurs how good he’s being and how proud he is. Every so often Keith glances up and sees Shiro’s hands shaking. Eventually, when it looks like he’s about to snap the tie without even thinking, Keith relents.
“Okay, Takashi, you’ve been so good for me,” he purrs, reaching up and tugging the loose knot free. “You can touch me now.”
Shiro all but growls as he shakes off the tie and grips Keith’s hips with bruising force, surging up to kiss him. Keith smirks into the kiss. He loves when Shiro lets loose like this.
He pulls away, only to have Shiro start placing biting kisses down the column of his throat. Perfect.
Keith grins, then, gripping Shiro’s hips tightly, manages to flip them so Shiro’s sitting on his hips, cock still buried in his ass.
Shiro blinks down at him, stunned.
Keith settles back into the pillow and smirks up at his bewildered husband. “Ride me, Takashi.” He coos, and Shiro’s eyes go dark. He braces his hands on Keith’s chest and lifts up before dropping down hard and, oh.
This, this was a good plan.
God, he sees why Shiro loves it so much when Keith’s the one doing the riding. He snaps his hips up every time Shiro comes down and Keith starts to see stars. He growls lowly, the sound made rougher than usual by his fangs, and the tips of his claws dig into Shiro’s sides. He knows his sclera are probably yellow right about now.
He sits up and tugs Shiro against him, working a hand between their bodies to wrap his fingers around Shiro’s cock. “Bite me,” He growls.
Shiro shivers and buries his face in Keith’s neck, teeth scraping against his skin.
“Shiro, please, bite me,” He groans, and shudders when he feels Shiro’s teeth sink into his flesh. They’re not as sharp as Keith’s own, but they’re sharp enough to get the job done. Keith sighs at the feeling, and it’s enough to push him over the edge, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take Shiro with him. He swipes his thumb over Shiro’s slit and that’s just enough to tug Shiro over too.
They sit there for a moment, panting, before Keith feels Shiro pull away slightly and begin lapping up the blood from the wound. Something about it soothes his Galra instincts and he starts purring quietly.
“Happy now?” Shiro murmurs, kissing the bite carefully.
“Yeah,” Keith sighs and flops back down onto the bed, tugging Shiro with him. “Gimme a few and I’ll be up for round three.”
Shiro laughs and flips them onto their sides, wrapping his human arm around Keith and sending his metal one to the nightstand before powering it off.
“Keith, it’s late morning, and we had a very long day, and I’ll bet neither one of us got much sleep last night.” He says gently. “We need to sleep, sweetheart.”
Keith pouts and tucks his head under Shiro’s chin. “But, I wanna keep having sex.”
Shiro laughs again and pulls him close, nuzzling the top of his head. “We have three weeks to do nothing but, baby. And I admire your Galra stamina, but it is something I don’t have. I need to sleep.”
Keith huffs. “Well, what if I wake up while you’re still sleeping and I’m horny?”
“I’ll tell you what,” Shiro says, smile clear in his voice, “If that happens, I give you blanket permission to wake me up, however you like.”
Keith raises an eyebrow. “However I like? Like… how much are we talking here?”
A kiss, pressed to his hair. “When I say however you like, I mean it. Do whatever you want to me. My only condition? You get enough sleep. Don’t just snooze for an hour and call it done. Okay?”
“Is this just for today, or the whole honeymoon?” Keith wonders.
“For the rest of our lives.” Shiro hums.
“You’re telling me I can wake you up however I want for the rest of our lives as long as I get enough sleep?”
“Yep.”
Keith blinks rapidly. “Yeah, okay, deal.”
Shiro hums and kisses the top of his head again. “Good. Now, get some sleep, Keith. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Keith closes his eyes, not realizing how tired he was until then. Shiro was right, they really did have a long day. And as much as Keith is looking forward to their continued sexathon, falling asleep pressed against his husband is a pretty nice way to spend time too.
~*~
Their week in Daibazaal ends without having left the bedroom much, but Shiro kind of expected that. Nor does he mind it in the least. Their week on Altea involves a lot more sightseeing and Allura giving them what is essentially a blank check for them to do whatever they want with her covering it. She calls it their wedding gift even though its ridiculously over the top but she’d refused to take no for an answer.
They spend two days wandering around the bazaar, shopping and eating street food of all kinds. They even come across a shop selling “Wedding of the Black Paladin” merch, which Keith can’t decide if he finds disturbing or hysterical. Shiro buys them a set of coasters, which the shopkeeper gives them free of charge when he realizes just who’s buying it, even after Shiro explains Allura’s coving their expenses.
“Look, it’s us as chibis!” Shiro coos as he looks at the coasters back in their guest room. “And the lions are chibi too! It’s so cute!”
“Shiro, what are we even gonna do with coasters?” Keith asks, hanging off the bed and looking at him with that long-familiar expression of fond exasperation.
“We can use them for the tea cups from the set Iverson got us!” Shiro says excitedly. He’d been thrilled when he saw the tea set. Keith had been, amused.
Keith shakes his head and stands, crossing the room and taking the coasters out of his hand, setting them on the table before straddling Shiro’s lap. “That’s nice and all, Takashi, but isn’t there something else in this room you’d rather be focusing on?”
Shiro smiles and pulls Keith against him. “I’m always thinking about you, baby.”
“Well then show me.” Keith purrs.
It’s a few hours later that Shiro manages to catch his breath, Keith purring happily against his side.
“Let’s go again,” His husband coos, pawing at Shiro’s chest.
Shiro laughs and nuzzles against Keith’s hair. “I’m tired from hiking up the mountain. In the morning, okay?”
Keith huffs but snuggles closer and throws an arm and a leg over Shiro. “Fine.”
“Goodnight, baby.”
“Night, Takashi.”
Shiro falls asleep quickly, and as it turns out, Keith took ‘in the morning’ very, very seriously.
~*~
Keith wakes early. He grabs for his phone and sees that it’s nine AM, Altea time. He sighs and rolls over to face Shiro, who’s still dead asleep. Keith frowns. He could go back to sleep, but he’s pretty awake now. And… besides… Shiro promised they’d have sex again this morning… and it’s morning… and he said Keith could wake him up however he liked…
Hm.
~*~
Warm. Wet. What’s…?
Shiro groans as he drifts into consciousness, his hands gripping smooth skin, and something slick – a tongue? – is tracing over his collarbone. And…
“Oh fuck, Keith,” He groans, rolling his hips up into his husband’s welcoming body.
“Mm? You awake this time?” Keith purrs, nipping at his throat before sitting up a little. Shiro’s breath catches. Keith looks beautiful, flushed red and eyes hazy with pleasure.
“This time?” Shiro breathes, tightening his grip on Keith’s hips and tugging him down sharply, causing a surprised moan to leave Keith’s throat.
“Yeah,” Keith pants, “I, I thought you’d woken up when I was blowing you, turns out you were just saying my name in your sleep. Heh, guess you knew it was me subconsciously.”
“Jesus,” Shiro breathes, sitting up and gripping Keith’s sides a little higher in order to guide his movements better. “How long have you been playing with me, baby?”
Keith groans and wraps his arms around Shiro’s shoulders. “A while.” He says raggedly. “Woke up, couldn’t go back to sleep, remembered what you said about waking you up however I wanted.”
“Well if this is what you choose to do with that freedom,” Shiro murmurs, adjusting Keith a little so he’s able to nudge his prostate on every thrust in, “Then I look forward to waking up every day.”
Keith laughs breathlessly. “Yeah? Was worried… I went too far, but you said no limit so…”
“I love this.” Shiro murmurs, kissing Keith gently. “I love you.”
“Love you too, Takashi.” Keith murmurs.
It’s not long before Keith comes with a ragged cry, and Shiro’s not far behind. In the afterglow, he holds Keith close and nuzzles his hair. Keith has his face tucked into Shiro’s neck.
“That was fun.” Keith says sleepily. “Can I do that again?”
“Feel free.” Shiro murmurs fondly. He presses a kiss to the side of Keith’s head. “Now, what do you want to do today?”
“Well, I’d like to stay in bed, but our week on Altea’s up. We should probably head to Earth.”
The last week of their honeymoon is going to be spent on Earth, in Japan, specifically. Shiro is looking forward to showing Keith all the sights he saw whenever he visited with his family. Most of the damage from the Galra has been fixed, so he’ll be able to do it properly.
“I guess we should get ready to go then.” Shiro says.
“Just a few more minutes.” Keith mumbles, melting against him.
“Okay, baby.” Shiro murmurs, holding Keith a little tighter. “A few more minutes it is.”
~*~
Tokyo is still a little battered after the Galra, but Hokkaido is almost completely back to normal. Keith loves the lavender fields and buys too much soap. He also loves Nara Park and tells Shiro he wants to take all the deer home.
“No, Keith. We can come back whenever you want with Black, okay?” Shiro says fondly as he watches several deer crowd around his husband who is trying in vain to pet and feed them all at once.
“Yeah.” Keith sighs.
They stop to eat in a cat café and once again, Keith is enamored.
“I had no idea Japan was this big on animals.” He says as one cat curls up in his lap. “I kinda don’t wanna leave.”
Shiro sighs and looks out the window. They only have one more full day left of their honeymoon, then they’ll have to face the real world again.
“Hey,” Keith murmurs, and a warm hand grips his own. Shiro turns back to see his husband giving him a fond look. “I get it. I kinda just wanna say ‘fuck it’ and stay on vacation forever too. But we have shit to do. Once we get some things stabilized, we can take a second honeymoon, yeah?”
Shiro smiles and rotates his hand so he can lace his fingers with Keith’s. “That sounds really nice.”
They keep walking through the city for a while before retreating back to their hotel. They make love for hours, knowing there’s no rush to anything. They still have a little while to enjoy themselves.
When Keith grows tired and curls up to sleep, Shiro spoons up behind him and wraps his arm around him tightly. He’s reminded of those nights in Keith’s shack where they would sleep just like this. Things had been a lot simpler then, but even so, he wouldn’t change anything that had happened to them, because it led them to being here.
The Galra, the witch, the druids, dying, being cloned… all of it was worth it to be able to hold Keith in his arms, and know with certainty that he’ll be able to keep him forever.
~*~
Keith wakes slowly on the last full day of their honeymoon. He’s warm and sated and held securely in Shiro’s arms. This time tomorrow, they’ll have to get up and pack and head back to the Garrison to receive update reports from them and the Blade, and for Shiro to re-board the Atlas. But for this morning, he gets to bask in the comfort and safety of being held.
Keith sighs sleepily and shifts back to press more snugly against Shiro’s chest, and hums when he realizes Shiro is hard.
“Shiro?” He mumbles. No answer, which means Shiro’s still asleep. He could roll over and ride him again like he had last week – that had been one of his better ideas, apparently – but he doesn’t really wanna move and risk exposing himself to the cool air of the room. So instead he just hums and grinds back against Shiro lazily until his husband begins to rouse.
Shiro groans and his arm tightens around Keith’s middle and he grinds forward when Keith shifts back. “Keith?”
“Mm. Morning.” Keith sighs. “Hey, fuck me.”
Shiro huffs a laugh and kisses the back of his neck. “You know, you could ask nicely.”
“I could.” Keith muses. “Oh Takashi, would you be so kind as to please fuck me senseless on this fine morning?”
Shiro giggles helplessly into his hair before leaning down to bite at his shoulder. “Brat.”
“You love me.”
“I really do.” He murmurs fondly. His arm moves to reach behind himself and grab the bottle of lube they’d put on the nightstand and Keith hears the pop that indicates the bottle has been opened. “Roll onto your back for me?” Shiro hums, but Keith shakes his head.
“No, like this.” He wiggles back again, causing Shiro’s breath to hitch. “Wanna keep spooning.”
“Okay.” Shiro nuzzles his hair again before he uses his metal hand to slide under the sheets and lift Keith’s leg a little.
“Mmph. Cold.” Keith mutters.
“Sorry, baby, but it’ll warm up.”
“Mm.”
Slick fingers prod at his hole and Keith sighs as one slips in immediately.
“You’re so loose, sweetheart.” Shiro breathes.
“Mm, you did fuck me twice last night.” Keith reminds him.
“I was only returning the favor.” Shiro hums, sliding a second finger in.
“Yeah,” Keith sighs, tilting his head back to rest on Shiro’s shoulder. “Mm, feels good.”
“You still sound like you’re half asleep.” Shiro teases as he works in a third finger with little resistance.
“Kinda am, doesn’t mean I don’t want you. I always want you.”
“I know, baby, and the feeling is very mutual.”
“C’mon, superman, I’m ready.” Keith sighs, wiggling his hips impatiently.
Another kiss is pressed to the back of his neck and Keith feels his fingers slip out. He doesn’t have time to mourn the loss as he feels Shiro’s cock replace them a moment later.
“Ah,” Keith sighs and presses back into Shiro’s hips, helping settle him fully inside. “’M good, Shiro.”
Shiro laughs gently, arm returning to wrap around him, hand settling over his heart, over the tattoo of his name. “I didn’t even ask.”
“You were gonna.”
“True.” The arm around him tightens. “You know me so well.”
“I know every part of you.” Keith murmurs.
“Just like I know every part of you.” Shiro sighs, kissing Keith’s neck.
Shiro’s movements are slow and fluid, almost an afterthought. They keep murmuring to each other, random, sappy nonsense Keith is sure they won’t remember when they wake up properly. But it’s still important. Still special. Everything is special with Shiro.
When they come, it’s quiet, breathy sighs and sleepy groans. After, they stay the way they are for several long moments.
“What do you wanna do today?” Shiro asks eventually, fingers tracing idly over his chest. Keith hisses when they brush over a nipple, and Shiro huffs a laugh.
“Even after all this time, you’re still so sensitive.” He coos.
“Shut up.” Keith mutters.
“My question stands, though.”
“Hm,” Keith tilts his head back against Shiro’s shoulder again and looks towards the window. “Ca we just… stay here?”
“All day?”
“Yeah.” He cranes his neck back to look at Shiro. “There’s nothing more I want than to be here with you.”
Shiro lifts up so he can kiss Keith gently. “Okay.”
They lay back down and doze for a while. After that they wake and make love again. Then they order room service and watch movies. Then they curl up and talk.
When they finally go to sleep for the night, Keith’s mind is buzzing, but he knows it will quiet shortly. It always does when he’s wrapped in Shiro’s arms.
He reaches up to finger the jade bead around his neck, a movement he’s done so many times over the years, and his knuckles bump his engagement ring.
Keith sighs heavily and closes his eyes, smiling. Shiro has been changing his life since the day they met, and he will no doubt continue to do so. Keith had no idea how lucky he was that day in the Garrison cafeteria, but he knows he’ll always be grateful, to that day, and all the ones that followed, even the bad ones. Because all of them led to him being able to call Takashi Shirogane his husband.
“I love you, Takashi.” He murmurs.
And as always, even when he’s half asleep, Shiro murmurs back.
“I love you too, Keith.”
~*~*~*~
Upon returning from their honeymoon, Captain Takashi Shirogane and Commander Keith Kogane were both stationed aboard the Atlas. Keith was given a small task force of Blades who would live and train aboard the Atlas, further solidifying the Galra’s integration into the Galactic Coalition.
Lance and Allura became engaged a year after Keith and Shiro’s wedding. As Keith had suggested, the ceremony was broadcast to the coalition, which nether bride nor groom minded, they were too focused on each other anyway. Keith was Lance’s best man, and returned the favor to his best friend by wolf-whistling as loud as humanly possible when he kissed Allura at the alter. The Altean Queen and her husband were very popular with the people, and the entire coalition celebrated with Altea when it was announced that the queen had safely given birth to twin princesses, three years into their marriage.
Pidge split her time between working on Earth with her family, on the Atlas with her girlfriend, and on Olkarion with Ryner. She never stopped being fascinated by the universe, and became the foremost Human expert on integrating alien technology with Earth designs. She made sure to keep constant tabs on her brother and parents, and it’s even rumored that she injected trackers into them incase of another abduction. Pidge vehemently denied these claims.
Hunk kept nurturing his diplomatic catering business and became an astounding diplomat in his own right. He kept his family close, and was always willing to cook something up for any weary paladin that happened to wander into the Atlas kitchens late at night. He and Shay grew closer and closer as the years passed, but every time one of the other paladins brought it up, he got flustered, and they were forced to drop it, but one day, they’ll get a straight answer.
Coran remained Allura’s advisor, but also took on the role as doting grandfather when the little princesses were born. He was still always quick to offer strange, yet helpful advice whenever one of the paladins needed it. He was just glad that he fulfilled Alfor’s last wish and was able to safely say that Allura was whole and happy for the rest of her life.
All six of the Paladins remained close for their whole lives and met up as often as they could manage. They always relied on each other, and it showed in those rare instances where Voltron was still needed. The bond they’d forged during those last years of the war was not one easily destroyed.
Shiro and Keith explored the universe together like they’d always promised each other they would. Though they still faced foes every so often, they were living in peaceful times and were able to enjoy that fact to the fullest. Four years into their marriage, they ended up adopting four children of varying species, which led to the Captain of the Atlas trying in vain to babyproof the ship, much to his husband’s amusement. Even though they still faced problems in their life, they were always there for one another. As the years passed, they found that the horrors of their pasts were fading in the wake of better memories. Nothing ever tore them apart again, and they never stopped loving each other more than anything. More than life.
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