Gonna deanon myself for some Problematic On Main #nsfw #sheith content.

Sheith ABO AU where King Shirogane is gifted a child bride -- an Galran Prince from a land his neighboring kingdom has conquered.

CW: underage, dubcon, intersex omegas, child bride, blood, public sex
His cursed hand flexed on the arm of his chair in annoyance. Empress Haggar had not mentioned bringing him a gift to congratulate him on his recent ascent to the throne of Arus and thank him for assisting the Galra in their latest foray into naval battle.
Shiro couldn't exactly decline in front of the open hearings where half of his kingdom's noblemen were present in the audience. The empress called behind her and a small figure was escorted forward.

Certainly she wasn't... But... Of course she was.
The tiny person couldn't have come up higher than his chest and was swathed in a sheer lavender veil that hid exactly nothing from the room. Tiny rubies and gold thread made intricate swirls in the delicate fabric.
They wore a red vest embroidered in the same gold and delicate golden chains peeked from behind the fabric. The person's hair was down in a long wave and their dark galran ears were nearly invisible folded down within the curled mass.
The short vest gave way to a trim waist, gently flaring hips, and more golden embroidery and sheer lavender fabric. Only the tiniest bit of red material allowed for their dignity.
Their wrists and ankles were stacked with thin bangles that chimed as they walked forward and Shiro could even make out a tufted tail with similar decorations trailing behind the small figure.
"This is the former Prince of the Marmoran Wastes, we are offering him to you as a consort in order to strengthen the bond between our kingdom's and ensure many generations of alliance."
Shiro swallowed thickly. They had given him a child bride. And as was custom in all arenas of their lands, when gifted a consort the claiming was to be public and immediate.
And he was in no position to refuse. He sighed. At least it wasn't like there were not other alphas and omegas coupling in the hall. It was unavoidable when there were heats and ruts to be dealt with and there were ceremonies of pomp and circumstance to attend.
Shiro did not particularly want to do either, especially when it seemed it would require to force himself on one so young.

"Come here, Prince of Marmora." He hoped that stung the empress. "Tell me your name."
He stepped around the empress and approached the throne platform on silent bare feet. "My name is Keith Kogane, formerly the Omega Prince of Marmora. Prince Consort of Arus, if you will have me, sire." Keith gave a low bow in the Marmoran style when he was only a few steps away.
Keith's voice was soft. Shiro made a gesture for him to come closer and carefully lifted the veil up and let it fall down his back when he was in reach. He curled his hand under the galra's pointed chin. The little prince met his eyes, determined but cautious.
"It's good to see the empire hasn't taken all of your spark, little one." Shiro whispered, more to himself than the boy. His eyes widened a startled fraction all the same. "Come here."

Shiro easily scooped him up to deposit him into his lap.
He leaned forward and pressed his nose to scent the lower furry edge of the galra's ear that was starting to tip forward in curiosity. Keith rested his hands gingerly on the panes of Shiro's chest and displayed his neck to the alpha king.
"I want you to speak with me honestly, Little Prince. You are safe here. Have they harmed you?"1
Keith inhaled sharply at the question and Shiro began to rumble comfortingly. His large hands started to smooth over the much smaller expanse of Keith's body.

"Yes, sire." His voice trembled the slightest bit. Holding back a whine to answer Shiro's display of comfort.
"Are you hurting now?" Shiro began to scent at the boy's proffered neck.

"Not truly, sire."

Shiro made note that it wasn't a straight answer. "I must make a demonstration of mating you for the court..."
"Yes, sire. I have been prepared... adequately." The Galran prince in his arms seemed to shrink himself down as he said it.

Shiro's rumble deepened a bit with a growl.
Shiro slid his hands over the tiny bit of red fabric between the boy's legs and could feel the base of a massive plug pushed into the boy's omega entrance. The fabric, and now Shiro's hands, were drenched in odorless artificial slick.
"I want that out of you... I will not have you used like this in my court. I promise you, Little Prince, no harm will come to you here." He pressed a firm reassuring kiss to the boy's temple and then made a show of tearing the flimsy fabric apart with his claws.
He removed the toy as efficiently as he could and tossed it to the ground near the empress's feet with an angry snarl.

"Disgusting to defile a gift like this." He scolded the woman and pulled the boy closer, bunching the drapes of purple fabric at his hips.
Shiro leaned close again and nuzzled at the boy's ear. He was shaking. "You must play along, little one. I am required to give you a mating mark now. It will hurt, but I will not force your /body/ to submit to me like this. You have my word."
Keith gave the tiniest noise that Shiro hoped was assent. He could only pray that this would not traumatize the boy as it was much too late to do much about the situation now. His advisors would have his head.
He made short work of withdrawing his cock and rubbing the thick head through Keith's slick folds and up the underside of his little cock that had been decorated with the same gold finery as the boy's tail.

Tears welled in the corners of Keith's eyes and --
-- Shiro gave a performative roar as he drew the princeling down harshly into his lap.

He mewled a startled sound as he was crushed to the King's chest while he continued to thrust the head of his cock through the wetness that had been poured over him earlier that evening.
The swathes of lavender fabric ensconcing the boy's petite body let them hide their ruse well. His slender tail curled itself bashfully around the King's leg in a mimicry of how his fingers curled into the thick fur trimming Shiro's cloak.
The King did not enter the small body trembling in his lap, just thrust against his slick folds and cock and thighs with the vigor necessary for an Alpha King claiming his first gifted consort.
Shiro rumbled deep in his chest to soothe the omega as tears began to run down Keith's face and soaked into the rich fabric of the king's black tunic.

The prince answered in quiet trills that would sound submissive to their audience, but Shiro could smell his gratitude.
He wasn't sure what his court would think of him. It was not entirely abnormal in royal circles for younger teens to be wed and mated earlier than it was for the common folk or lower nobility. But he had never displayed interest when his advisors attempted to --
-- bring him omegas that would make suitable queens or consorts. He had been made verbal offers of betrothals to sons and daughters from various members of his nobility and other kingdoms, but they were always politely declined and so none had dared /gift/ him one.
Emporer Zarkon and Empress Haggar of Daibazaal however were not the listening sort. They had only an Alpha son, Prince Lotor, of similar age to Takashi and their fellow Alpha heir, Princess Allura of Altea.
But they had been trying to force Arus and King Shirogane into a true alliance since Takashi was a child. Arus assisted all of its neighboring kingdoms for the betterment of all people when they saw fit, but as a rule, did not form strict alliances.
This was certainly a measure of attempting to force his hand.

Arus and Altea had been wary of the Emporer and Empress for some time as they campaigned for expansion of their borders and led the Galran people to begin infighting over bloodline purity.
Placing a Galran in the throne next to Shiro would cause unrest in Arus.

Shiro would have none of it. This little prince, his mate, Keith Kogane of Marmora and Arus, would be given the chance to demonstrate kindness to the people of Arus and would be kept safe at his side.
Keith gave a soft hiccup when Shiro thrust against his hard little cock particularly roughly as his thoughts tinged with frustration. He pushed the thoughts away and turned a reassuring smile down on the boy before taking his throbbing prick in hand.
He gathered a bit of the slick to ease his touch on the boy. He couldn't stroke due to the delicate jewelry, but was able to bring him to a shuddering dry orgasm quickly all the same. He curled an arm protectively around the omega as he neared his own end.
He pressed the tip of his thick cock against Keith's hole, felt the omega tense,
where he was catching his breath at Shiro's breast, and roared loudly as his orgasm crashed over him.

He ducked to sink his teeth into the bare line of Keith's neck. This young prince was his.
When the blood stopped rushing in his ears, Shiro began to hear the applause that had erupted around them.

The boy had his face pressed into Shiro's chest still. Shiro withdrew his fangs from his neck and lapped at the droplets of blood oozing from the wound.
"You did so well, little one. Just a few more moments and I will take you away from here. We must, " he huffed, "wait for my knot to 'release' from your body."

The prince consort nodded. A small tic at the corner of the boy's lips indicated he appreciated the king's humor.
He made quick work of undoing the clasp at his throat that secured his cloak and pulled the thick fabric around Keith's body to shield him. Shiro could only hope what he was about to do was the right thing.
"Empress Haggar," his voice sounded once again in the hall, "I trust you've brought with you the deeds and documents regarding the matter of my Prince Consort's rightful lands?"

The omega's fingers clenched in the fur trim of his overcoat.
Empress Haggar gawked. Behind her, her son, and Shiro's lifelong friend, Prince Lotor, raised an eyebrow with a grin across his face.
"It has been conquered and rightly distributed amongst our lords, your highness." She spat at him several moments later. "It is a wasteland at best, and has few if any resources. Given Arus's history of declining land spoils it seems--"
"Then award my kingdom those Marmorans who wish to migrate to Arus with their prince and transfer any remaining prisoners from the defeat to my dungeons for trial. Those terms should be acceptable if the lands do not have taxable resources to be gained by working the land."
The prince was now crying into Shiro's chest and was spilling a deep scent of gratitude into the hall around them. It was silent but Shiro could feel the damp soaking through his clothing.

Hagggar's scowl deepened. "As you wish, King Shirogane."
Shiro ordered the meetings adjourned after that and excused himself to "finish seeing to his new mate." Keith allowed himself to be bundled into the king's massive black cloak and carried down the hallways to the King's rooms.
Once they arrived, a chambermaid was summoned and the young woman set about readying one of the many empty bedrooms of the King's suite for the new consort.

Shiro, meanwhile, shooed the remaining attendants away and took Keith to the bathing chamber himself.
He was able to take in the mess he had made of the young prince once he set the boy down on a lounge. His face was splotched a pink-violet from crying, his eyes were bright and puffy, the makeup that had highlighted his delicate features before running with his tears.
He was sniffling to keep his nose from running too terribly, and hugging the cloak around his torso tightly. His neck was bloodied from his new mating mark and Shiro could see his own release splattered over the boy's groin.
Unsure of what to say about the state of his new companion, he offered a quiet apology.

"I'm sorry I could not do more for your lands or people. But they will be safe here..."

Keith shook his head. "You've saved my people. Thank you, sire."
"Please, just Shiro when we are alone. You are to be my mate... I suppose technically we are mated, but not. Hm." He thought aloud as he drew a bath.

"I meant what I said, you know. I will never allow harm to come to you, or your people, unjustly while you are here..."
Shiro turned back to the boy. "And I do hope you come to care for me, and I you." He stepped back to Keith and dropped a fond hand on his shoulder.

Keith nodded quietly and allowed Shiro to begin removing the finery he was covered in.
The earrings that secured his veil were unclasped and Shiro frowned at the blood covering the large pins. He tossed the fabric aside.

He wasn't sure how veils were usually worn by the Galrans that bore the more feline end of the vast array of features found in their race --
-- but he was sure that /this/ hadn't been comfortable for his new consort. He began to remove the rest of the delicate chains laced in amongst piercings and purposely made holes in the thin skin of the Prince's ears.
"Did you have piercings prior to your capture?" Shiro asked. He kept his voice soft as he worked.

"A few."

"Would you like to keep these?"

"No...." There was a hesitance to the word that made Shiro think Keith thought he might be made to keep the jewelry.
Shiro gave him a warm smile instead and tossed the next chain he removed directly into the waste bin. "My apologies that they were forced on you. We will take you to get a salve from our healer once you are bathed and dressed."

"I should heal fine without--"
Shiro shushed him as he removed the last of the jewelry from his ears. Next he fumbled with the tie of the gauzy lilac fabric that weaved around Keith's arms and torso to drape at his feet, but eventually gave up and ripped it with a scowl that made the princeling smile.
Keith shrugged out of the vest himself, revealing another set of piercings through his nipples with a set of chains in staggered lengths dangling between them.

Shiro flushed and Keith tucked his head down, face brilliantly red.
"I um-- can't. They filed my claws... " Keith said quietly, holding his hand up to show Shiro the sharp points his thick nails had been filed to.

Shiro cleared his throat and knelt to unscrew the balls on the far sides of the still clearly fresh piercings --
-- and started a soothing rumble in his chest when Keith tensed and whined as he pulled them free. "I'm sorry little one..."

Keith shook his head. "Thank you."
Shiro took his hands and helped him to step out of the tattered remnants of his pants and looked more closely at the gold jewelry on the boys cock. Thankfully these were not piercings, but thin drapes of chain studded with gems that seemed to be emitting from the tip.
He gently lifted the chains and Keith whimpered as his cock shifted with the movement.

"It's... inside." He hid his face behind his bangs and Shiro gave an experimental pull. A smooth rod started to come out and he made short work of removing it thereafter.
The piece clattered to the floor with the rest and the king put his hands on the Prince's knees in a comforting touch. The most uncomfortable of the immediate needs had been completed.

The bangles on his wrists and ankles were simple to remove after that and--
-- Shiro had to say he marveled a little at the boy's tail when he unclasped the rings from it as well. He helped the little prince to the bath and let him thoroughly wash himself from head to toe.

Though he remained close, he did his best to allow the prince his privacy.
The king did insist that he clean and inspect his neck himself, where his new mating mark had been placed, and pressed a loving kiss to it when he pulled away.

He helped the boy wrap himself in towels sized for the king and lifted him up once again.
He placed Keith in his own bed while the chambermaid continued to fuss and set about placing everything away from the small trunk that had been sent up. Shiro scowled upon seeing most of it was more sheer gauzy fabrics and jewels.
Once Keith was tucked in and well on his way to sleep, Shiro left to bathe himself and afterwards slipped into a dressing robe and then curled around his pretty new mate. They could visit the healer after a nap.
For now, he wanted to make sure the omega had access to his soothing rumbles and the waves of calming scent he was washing over the boy.
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Shiro had worked to ensure Keith had all the training and education he needed to become a proper consort when he came of age. Though he had been trained in the ways of the Marmoran Blades as a young child there was still his training as a knight and in politics and diplomacy.
Despite this, or maybe because of it, the people of Arus seemed to be deeply affectionate to the little wild prince and his frank tongue and common manners after they'd adjusted to the presence of a Galran Prince Consort in their castle and country.
A warrior clan, the Marmorans had mostly intermingled themselves amongst Shiro's armies. Keith's personal guard was made entirely of older men who he called his uncles that included the former leader of the small nation. He and Keith's mother were both assets in the castle guard.
Shiro would have been blind not to see the adoration Keith had for him as he grew though. They had managed to keep their relationship chaste.
Even when Keith began having his heats at a tender 14 summers, Shiro simply kept the boy content with scenting and reclaiming him via the mark on his neck. He provided the boy with an array of products to assist him in being more comfortable, and would keep him in a nest.
The court spent many a meeting with the young heat-stricken prince curled docilely in the King's lap though, when it got too much for him to be away from his mate. Others would periodically leave as the Prince's heat set off their rut to find their partners before returning.
But no one dared to question the king, others in heats and ruts never had concern taking care of themselves and their mates during the proceedings. If anyone was curious as to why the King did not take care of his mate as such it was kept quiet.
And now the official coronation would be in just a few short months on Keith's sixteenth birthday and the boy was becoming increasingly aware of how chaste his king was with him. He had spent many a heat in the King's bed, true enough,
but they had never properly mated despite what the courts may have thought. Shiro was quite tactile with him, scenting as often as he could, and relaying his claim via the mark on Keith's neck during each of his quarterly heats.
Keith had gotten himself off with his hands and a heat assistant supposedly modeled after Shiro's own knot in the King's bed while in heat and the alpha had still maintained his composure despite the vulnerable omega lying naked beside him.
Truly the toy paled in comparison to what Keith had gleaned from their frequent joint baths and what he could recall of his meeting Shiro several years prior and he had disposed of it soon after, but still. The man had an iron will to best the young omega's hormones at each turn.
But Keith hoped to change that this heat. He had dug deep into his armoires but he had managed to find a very loose approximation of the outfit he had been presented in all those years ago, when his alpha's cock had sprayed thick seed against his little hole,
the closest he had ever had to having its girth inside of him. He bathed himself and put the soft earthy oils Shiro preferred in his hair and fur. He secured the clasps of his top, a lovely dark purple color that matched the Arusian crest.
The hem cinched in on his trim waist, making it seem even smaller and the top looped around his neck and had a loose drape of fabric over his chest. It was a common sort of design for omegas who needed access to nurse their pups, or simply to draw alpha attention to their assets.
Keith found them comfortable, but overall impractical for training with swords and horses. The matching bottoms were simpler, a pair of close-fitting breeches that hugged his hips and thighs and ended above the swell of his calves.
He pulled a flowing piece of voluminous white fabric studded with silver embroidery and tiny red gems into order about his arms and hips and stepped to his drawers to trim his ears and limbs with silver jewelry.
It was not nearly as elaborate as the multitude of tiny gold chains he had been brought to the kingdom in, but it served to make him look like the royalty Shiro's careful teachings had made him.
He took a breath and fiddled with his hair, letting it softly curl in the autumn air rather than pulling it back into its usual thick plait. The last item he had set out lay before him. His coronation veil.
It was a shimmering white. A golden lion curled in the Arusian seal that covered the majority of the piece, while the Marmoran sigil had been represented in the silver and violet desert vines weaving protectively around the slumbering animal.
Shiro had gifted it to him a week ago, saying it was originally his grandfather's omega's, but that he had had Keith's mother embroider the silver vines herself and he knew it was quite old fashioned to have such a veil at a coronation, but that it would mean a lot to him.
Keith had taken it, clad in his training armor and sweaty from working on hand to hand combat against the omega Lotor and Allura had selected to join their widely discussed alpha-alpha engagement, and given the king a small bow before Shiro had run off in a red-faced rush.
He clipped the veil to his ears carefully and hurried into the main bedchamber to situate himself. He wanted a nest, but knew -- hoped -- that Shiro would want to build one together during a lull in his heat lust.
He made due with turning down the blankets and gathering Shiro's scent soaked pillows to him. And then he took a breath, deep and calming, and let himself sink into his heat to wait for his mate.
He woke to the deep knit of Shiro's alpha rumbling at his back and the bed dipping as the king settled in behind him. Keith trilled at the contact and turned to face Shiro, tucking his face up into the man's neck.
"Alpha." He brushed his nose against the king's scent gland through the veil and keened, a needy noise that called to alpha instincts. He drank in his mate's scent and rubbed his legs together to try to get some friction.
"What am I going to do with you, little one?" Shiro purred, pulling Keith's body tight against his.

Keith hummed and nuzzled closer, hands kneading at his King's chest. "Mate me?"
Shiro barked a startled laugh. "Is that it? Keith, darling, my beautiful, fierce omega…." He kissed Keith's forehead, cupping his face firmly. "Trust when I say I have found you to be a worthy mate since you raised your defiant little chin at me
while dressed as a harlot in my throne room that first day. You, my lovely, heat addled princeling have grown to be the best swordsman and beast tamer in the guard and have a sharp, honest tongue at the negotiation table.
Our people adore you, and I love you even more…But I want your mind to be clear when we mate for the first time, little prince."

"But I'm in heat /now/." He groused.
"I know, darling, and I will help you. But I will not consummate our mating when you are in heat…" Shiro stroked his hands along Keith's body and brought them up to carefully unclip the delicate veil from Keith's ears.
He laid it aside and cupped the back of Keith's head and his waist, drawing him close and letting his scent wash over his mate. A content noise was whined against the king's scent gland and he sighed, reached down to cup the Prince's bottom and draw him closer,
and allowed the young man to rut along the jut of his hip. Keith shoved at the waist of his breeches impatiently, desperately wanting to be free of the confining fabric. Shiro chuckled, drawing back to help him unlace them and get them down his hips and legs.
They were drenched with slick and sticking to his thighs. When Keith's legs were finally free, Shiro pulled one over his hip and helped the prince roll his body in a salacious grind against the king.

"So good, little one. You're doing so good. Do you want your knot?"
Keith whined and nodded, embarrassed.

Shiro rolled, bringing Keith with him, and opened the trunk next to his bed.
He removed a stout carved wooden knot and pressed Keith to the bed by his shoulder so he could drip oil onto the pretty folds plump with arousal and shiny with heat slick tucked behind his omega's pretty cock.
He butted the polished head of the toy against Keith's folds, rubbing teasingly and drawing pleading noises from the prince.
Shiro eased the head of the toy into his mate and gave short thrusts, not even attempting to press the thicker knot into the boy yet. He leaned over the boy to scent him, nose burying under his jaw and mouth leaving searing kisses and soothing licks against his throbbing gland.
He would remark him before the heat was up, but not quite yet. For now this would have to be enough. Keith whined low as he buried his face against the king's neck in kind.
Shiro relented and eased the thing in with a soft squelch of slick and shushed Keith through a violent tremor of pleasure. He pulled them both up to the headboard, drawing Keith to rock the toy against one of his thighs while he held him close and stroked his leaking cock.
Within moments Keith would release, Shiro would sink his teeth into the boy's neck, and the first wave of the Prince's heat would be over.
Several days later found the prince warm and sated in the King's arms. Keith took his time coming out of the heatfog. Shiro's arms held him gently but securely. His head was tucked under his chin.
The softest quilts and furs the palace had to offer had been piled high and meticulous around them in a nest.

There was a small tray with fruits and a skin of water towards their feet. Shiro's riding breeches, heady with his musk, were tucked into the edges closest to Keith.
His own doing, knowing the King's preference to bunched nest walls as opposed to the orderly tuck and fold taught in Marmora. He preened and dipped a hand to his groin. Though he knew, he was still disappointed to find the knot inside of him to be a false wooden assistant.
He eased the thing from him and kicked it deep into the blankets at his feet.

He sighed deeply and relaxed back into his King's chest. Perhaps it was for the best. Maybe his King's obligation only was to his mark and he wasn't interested in younger male omegas….
He could be content with this comfort, he supposed. They scented each other during heats and ruts, provided each other with a partner to rely on during the vulnerable process…
Itq was a good arrangement… He let his eyes slip closed and dreamt of his beloved king drawing him closer with the most affectionate of purrs.
The next time he woke it was alone. The nest had been demantled. His body had been cleansed. The bedding had been changed. Deep purple breeches hugged his thighs, and a matching top with a daring neckline designed for nursing pups rose the scantest--
--inches over his belly to where it snugged around his waist and laid loose at his bosom. A scrap of paper on the pillow caught his eye.

"Dearest Princeling," he read. "My rut is upon me--"
The paper fluttered to the ground as the chamber doors burst open with a vicious growl.

Had the prince been able to finish, he would have read,"--and I did not wish to impose upon you in your vulnerable state, my love.
We should speak soon when we are both clear-headed. Until then, all my admiration, Shiro."

But the king was pinning him to his bed with a clawed hand around his throat. His eyes bled violet.

"Shiro.."
Shiro pressed closer and sniffed the air between them.

Keith's hands came up slowly to rest on Shiro's chest, careful not to press or shake.

"Shiro...?"
The hand relaxed on his throat enough to maneuver Keith's head to the side. Keith relaxed into the hand at his jaw as much as he dared and let the man inspect the freshly healed mating bite.
Shiro rumbled deep in his chest and leaned down, burying his face in Keith's scent.

Keith let himself really relax then, reassured that the King's rut-hazy Alpha recognized him as a mate. It had been some time since the Alpha had been this far gone into a rut.
It must have had to do with his heat. Keith hummed and let his hands wind loosely around the King's waist. Shiro sunk his body down onto the prince in response, covering him entirely. Shiro was heavy in the best of ways and Keith felt himself purring instinctively --
-- at the way it made him feel safe. Like being in their nest, but better. He knew this deep into a rut, chances were there would be no copulation, simply guarding and scenting. Keith needed to do his best to reassure the Alpha he was safe and content.
He hadn't gone into a rut like this in a few years, and at that time Keith had quickly been whisked away from his classes by their Medic to help her tend to the king. Keith had been terrified,
but Colleen had been insistent that even the most out of their mind alpha would never hurt their bondmate.

She had, of course, been right.
Shiro had drawn the prince into his lap and made all manner of imploring grunts and purrs and soft growls deep in his chest trying to soothe the anxiety from Keith. He had only become threatening when Colleen had returned to check on them.
And it had been directed at the female alpha, not at the prince he crowded over protectively.

Since then they had made a joint effort to spend ruts together. Keith would turn the King's bed into a proper nest and collect his work for his week's classes.
Shiro would bring him along to any meetings he needed to attend and perch the boy on his lap to breath in his calming scent while the court discussed treaties and taxes and arms.
Keith took the opportunity to learn things handson, and Shiro patiently answered all of his questions. And he hadn't gone this deep into his Alpha since.
Keith trilled softly, curiously, as the king began to lap at the skin of his neck and collar. He received a soft growl in response. Keith lifted his leg to curl it up over the king's hip and received a rough roll of the much broader Alpha against his groin for his trouble.
Surely he stank of arousal now, having the massive alpha cock nestled against his core. He could feel his body trying to release heat slick it had stopped producing and groaned.
Shiro stilled at the noise and pushed up, simply giving the prince a curious look. Keith blushed under the scrutiny and gave a quiet chirp. His ears were struggling not to tuck back into the thick mane of his hair.
Shiro rumbled in his chest, and Keith gave the same soft chirping noise. It wasn't used often anymore, only Galran Omegas of Marmoran descent typically having the vocal range, but Keith thought the translation his mother had provided him explained it nicely-- "loving surrender."
Shiro, deep in his alpha id as he was, was able to purr back the answer -- "faithful watch."
Keith's breath caught in his throat and he nuzzled gently at Shiro's jawline. One massive hand cradled the side of his face and the other slid beneath his back to hold him close. It was good. So good.

He stroked over each pane of his mate's body that he could reach, soothing.
Shiro began to tug at the thick comforters then, bringing them back into a cocoon of warmth. Keith sighed and let himself slip back into the relaxed space between lust dazed and sleep.
When he woke again, truly, it was to a quiet moan of pain that was breathed against his neck. Keith hummed and brought his hands up into his king's hair, holding him close and rubbing at the tension gathered in his scalp.

"Are you with me again?"
Shiro gave a soft huff and angled his head to give Keith better access. "I was always with you, sweet prince."

Keith flicked the tip of the king's ear even as he laughed quietly. "Indeed… Is your rut…?"
"Slowing, but there." Shiro pressed his nose against Keith's neck gland and breathed deeply. "Thank you."

"As many times as you need it…"
Shiro looked up, grin becoming a bit devilish. "Is that an open offer?"

Keith pouted, face dark at the king's jest. "Of course it is."
Shiro's smile melted into something softer and he moved up to press a kiss to Keiths cheek. "I have nuo idea what I did to deserve you, but I thank the stars every night that I did it…" He rested his forehead against Keith's.
Keith wasn't sure how to respond to the weight of the words. "Shiro…"

Shiro pressed his lips to the Prince's, and though they had often laid kisses to each other's marks, hands, cheeks, and similarly, there was a shift with the chaste action.
Keith had always been someone of action and pushed up into the kiss greedily. Shiro's hands were there to catch and temper him as always though.

"Wait, wait, Keith, sweetheart…"
Shiro pulled back and pecked across the boy's mouth several more times before he shoved his face back into the prince consort's neck. "I don't want you to do this out of obligation to help with my rut or any lingering heat…."
Keith couldn't think of the last time he had growled at his alpha in anything other than playfulness or instead of grumbling, but he did now, twisting his body around beneath the larger man and pushing his hips up in demand. "I want this, Shiro…. Alpha… Please."
He lowered his head and neck enticingly. "Please…"

Shiro let out a startled whine, conflicted. "Keith…" He settled his cursed hand over the thin purple fabric of Keiths breeches at his hip. "Is this really what you want?"
Keith nodded, glancing back at the man covering him. "More than anything."
The king hauled himself and Keith up, turning him to press a gentler kiss to his full lips before he started to pet along the Prince's body. He drew his clawed hand along the hem of Keith's top and slipped his thumb beneath it to stroke over his ribs.
Keith reached down, slowly, and took the hem in his hands, telegraphing his intent to tug the item over his head. Shiro allowed it, eyes roaming hungrily over his chest. His hands rested on either side of the lacing of the breeches, fingers tracing the seems thoughtfully.
"Shiro?"

The king's lip raised into a smirk and he yanked, tearing the lacing with a noise that startled a laugh from the prince. Together they eased the fabric over the slight swell of his hips and bottom and down the length of his legs.
Keith's tail curled up a bit, shielding his exposed body instinctively. Shiro smoothed a palm down the inside of one of his pale purple thighs and brought the other hand up to cup at his chest and slide a calloused thumb over his violet nipple.

"You are beautiful, Keith."
Keith huffed, his cheeks tinting a darker shade of purple beneath his lavender fur. "Have you seen yourself?"

He responded with a noncommittal noise and leaned forward to press another tender kiss to Keith's mouth.
He teased the Prince's nipple to peak before he let his hand move down his side to thumb over a sharp hipbone.

The other hand cupped gently between his legs, making Keith gasp and tip his head back invitingly.
The king moved forward again, this time to kiss dark marks into the scent-saturated expanse of skin.

Keith's hands gripped at the waist of Shiro's breeches, tugging to loosen the lacing and fumbling to roll them down over his ass and thighs.
As soon as he did a wall of musk was freed with his thick cock and Keith felt dizzy at the scent.

The hand cupping between his own legs rubbed carefully, the palm catching over the slender length of his omega cock --
-- and fingertips skating through the bit of slick that was beginning to gather at the entrance nestled behind his balls. He whined, one hand coming up to tangle in the thick black hair that's fell around Shiro's shoulders.
The other hand grasped blindly to get a grip on the massive length he knew was hanging between the king's thighs.

A dark rumbling noise grew from the king's chest then. "If you want me to stop, I need you to tell me now, little love."
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