in order to bring a little smile to your day, here's a little sheith thread

nsfw because that's how i roll sometimes

Nothing is good and kind forever, any human being can be a hurricane or a calm sea, a day can turn dark with the flick of a wrist and the wrong word at the right time. Navigating such a life together had taken its time to get used to.

Neither Shiro or Keith had had the easiest starts to their lives - Keith had become a child of the desert, not the child of an alien woman and a human man, Shiro had left behind an entire planet when he went to the stars. Yet the past is past and today's what counts.

Sometimes Shiro wakes from nightmares, old wounds of past battles reaching out to him through countless years. Sometimes Shiro dreams of worlds like this one, yet different in subtle ways.

In each of them, well, most of them, one remains constant.

Keith. His Keith.

"What would you do if I was a knight and you were a prince I had to rescue?" Shiro's warm and cozy in the reclining chair, stretched out in his full height, Keith laying on his lap. It's entirely too hot for them to be sticking together like this.

But Keith loves to listen to Shiro's heartbeat.

"Huh?" Keith taps something on his phone, blinking one bleary eye at it. His breath tickles Shiro's bicep. "This one of your Monsters & Mana-plans again?"

Their legs are entangled.

Somewhere in their yard, under that giant tree, is their space wolf, huge like a horse, but cuddly and deadly in equal measure. Kosmo is snoring, like a little thunder. His tail thumps, one of his massive paws twitches at times as he dreams.

Shiro lets out a laugh. "Ha, no. Just thinking. If we weren't, well, us. If we were born elsewhere. To different times."

Keith hums. His phone drops from his fingers with a thud. "I would still find you."

Shiro slides his fingers into Keith's hair. "And rescue me?"

"Wasn't I the prince who needed rescuing?" Keith hums. He nuzzles Shiro's chest. "God, yes. That's a good spot."

Shiro smiles, eyes half-lidded as he massages his man's scalp. "Maybe I'm a clumsy knight. I would fall at your feet, struck dumb by your beauty."

Sometimes his jokes don't hit the right mark. Sometimes Keith is too tired, sometimes Keith just rolls his eyes, although fondly. This time he groans. "Shut up. As if you have a clumsy bone in your body. Except when you tried proposing to me for the first time."

Shiro splutters. He scratches Keith's scalp, listen for the telltale rumble of Keith's purr - one of those adorable Galra quirks. "You were wearing fucking lingerie, can you blame me!" Shiro huffs. He shifts, opens his legs a little so he can have his husband right here.

"Yeah, you were thinking with your dick, I know that," Keith hums. He looks up then, his chin on Shiro's chest. Shiro glances down, to those beloved galaxy-eyes.
"I don't think with my di-"

Keith lifts an eyebrow. He rocks his hips.

Shiro gulps. "Okay. Sometimes I do. Give a break, baby." He gently flicks Keith's forehead, but Keith seems to take it as an invitation to start sliding down instead.

"I'm thirsty," Keith murmurs, his quick fingers pulling Shiro's tank top up with ease.

Right to Shiro's armpits. Shiro lets out a helpless little snort. "For dick?" He gets on his elbow, stomach tightening as Keith descends to tease him.

Keith hums. God, he looks divine like this. He always looks divine to Shiro, but like this, flush-cheeked, hair messy..

If Shiro could forever be a star in Keith's constellation, and never anything else, then that would be the happiest of lives.

Keith is Shiro's hero, after all.

Keith's eyelashes flutter as he gets down to his task: sucking Shiro's soul through his dick. As Shiro's heard often before, as he knows it to be: Keith loves this, Keith shifts and groans and lets out all these soft little noises when he sucks Shiro's cock.

Keith pulls Shiro's boxers down, yanks them fiercely to Shiro's thighs and wastes no time in setting his lips on Shiro.

Shiro lets himself flop back down, throws an arm over his eyes.

"Baby," he murmurs, soft.

Keith is so warm, so hot, so wet and glorious.

He is in no hurry to make Shiro come today, at least not entirely, his kisses sloppy and slow. Keith takes the tip of Shiro's dick in his mouth and suckles, letting out a pleased little hum.

He's purring again, just enough for Shiro to feel it.

Shiro's whole focus is in his baby: his warrior husband, his protector, his guardian angel. This particular angel has a tongue he knows how to use - and use it well. This particular angel is sucking Shiro deep and so, so slow, warm fingers playing with Shiro's balls.

Shiro grunts sleepily, smiles as the familiar haze of arousal starts spreading, a fire lit at the pit of his stomach.

"I love you," he murmurs, soft, drowsy. The world is blurry and warm.

Keith gives the tip of his cock a playful kiss. "I love you more."

Keith dives back in, humming and nuzzling his treat, letting out that pleasant, low purr. His free hand, the one not fondling Shiro's heavy balls, is kneading Shiro's thigh.

Now that Shiro doesn't have to fight for his life constantly, his body has begun to get softer.

Keith loves it, he is so delighted to suck a thousand marks on Shiro's thighs and stomach and neck, get his teeth around Shiro's nipple and suck until Shiro is begging to get his dick into Keith /somehow./

For now Keith is satisfied with this.

Oh, if Shiro could be a star in Keith's orbit forever, he'd die a happy man. Under Keith's kisses, Keith's touches, Shiro is safe and he is loved.

Keith always gets noisy when he sucks: if he isn't murmuring Shiro's name, if his mouth is full like it is now -

Then he is humming, taking his sweet time with each slow drag of tongue and lips and wet, tight throat.

Sorry I am back with this thread now