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scriveynerTitle: shining like the stars
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
AU: slts
Characters/Pairing: Shiro/Keith/Lance, Team Voltron
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 1715
Summary: Lance's back slammed into the smooth, slick white wall of the shower stall.
Lance's back slammed into the smooth, slick white wall of the shower stall. A groan slipped out somewhere between his panting breaths but Shiro didn't really notice it, one hand on Lance's thigh and the other cupping the hard, flat plane of his ass. Lance's heel was digging uncomfortably into the back of Shiro's thigh, and the spray of water from the shower head made things even more slippery than they would have been otherwise.
He was more focused on Lance, though — or more specifically, the way Lance felt around him, slick and hot and tight, his body shuddering as Shiro shifted them together. "You can't put the knot in," Lance gasped as Shiro slid deeper in, pressing him open. Lance's eyes were closed, arms looped over Shiro's shoulders, his head bowed forward. "You can't-"
"You took it before," Shiro shifted his right hand further up Lance's thigh, getting under it, adjusting the angle. Lance gasped and his fingers clawed into Shiro's shoulder blades, doing enough damage that the water pouring over him started to sting a little.
"Not in heat," Lance managed, and Shiro kissed his temple, caught Lance's ear with his teeth and thrust again. With Lance's back pressed to the wall helping to hold some of his weight, Shiro was able to move his right hand to Lance's cock. Watching Lance get taken to near-incoherence by a few tight strokes was absolutely satisfying, and Shiro smirked, tilting himself forward and completely pinning Lance to the wall with his body weight. Lance squirmed and moaned and as Shiro scraped his teeth up Lance's neck and, finally, came apart under his hands and on his cock.
He went limp against Shiro, panting loudly. "Deep," he said, hooking his chin over Shiro's shoulder and letting out a low contented noise. Shiro knew he was in deep, and started moving his hips again in short, shallow thrusts. He was beginning to lose himself in this a little, the warmth of the water, the heat of Lance's core, his skin slick and soft ... "Fuck, Shiro, c'mon-"
It was a herculean effort to keep from plunging in so deep that he would knot Lance and he almost didn't manage it. Lance had lost his words again but that was okay because Shiro wasn't thinking in words any longer too, just impulses. There was nothing but heat and tight and skin and wet and when he pushed over that edge and spilled himself inside, he was so far gone that he didn't even notice what he moaned into the hollow of Lance's neck.
"Keith."
#
Hunk sat on the short flight of stairs on the bridge and watched the forward view screen. He could have moved himself to one of the command chairs, but that just didn't feel right to him, so he situated himself on the stairs and kept his hands around the warm cup of something that Coran had called caf when Hunk caught him making it earlier, for the Alteans.
He didn't ask what it was, but it wasn't nunavill so that was something.
The viewscreen showed the landscape of the moon that they'd landed on; not nearly as large as the populated moon they had spent the last few days on. This moon was a dusty, featureless wasteland without atmosphere so there was nothing to refract the starlight or the distant, unyielding light of the system's sun. He couldn't pick out where the populated moon was from their vantage point, nor see the Galran frigate as it orbited the gas giant, so it was probably futile to sit here and watch, but he was too keyed up to sleep and he'd already cleaned up the kitchen once.
He'd failed his paladin test. Well, he hadn't even taken it, but he was figuring that was as good as a failure, because Lance and Keith and Pidge had all done so, and Lance had reported that the Sky Temple wasn't even there any more so Shiro couldn't either. Hunk sighed and wiggled his toes and looked down into the mug of caf.
The doors to the bridge opened and Hunk looked up. He hadn't figured on anyone else coming to the bridge unless an alarm was tripped, but he didn't move, only watched as the Altean Illianya stepped out of the lift and looked around.
She was no longer wearing the plain black flight suit but instead a uniform in muted colors. It was similar in cut to what Coran wore, not a dress, and she had draped her plaited golden hair over her shoulder like the braiding on uniform. Hunk stayed absolutely still and watched as after a moment's indecision she walked to the main control station and hovered her hand above it, which woke the computer and displayed the navigation boards in the air.
"Computer," Illianya said, and then hesitated. "Show me Altea," she said finally, softly.
There was a moment of processing, and then, abruptly, the air around her was filled with thousands upon thousands of images of a planet that no longer existed. Hunk stood, slowly, and watched as she looked around herself and, just for a moment, looked completely lost.
"Do you miss it?" Hunk asked, and Illianya ... did not jump, so much, but her hand jerked away from the navigation board. The pictures did not vanish, though, hanging in the air around her completely, translucent and still bright.
"How can I miss something I never saw?" she asked, not looking at Hunk, exactly. She was looking at still pictures of crowds of people, of cities and plains and craggy mountains. She reached out a hand to touch one of the pictures, full of wildlife that looked canine in nature. "I was born long after the planet breathed its last. I have no connection to it but blood, and yet..." she put her hand on the navigation board again, this time to dismiss the pictures. Then she actually seemed to see Hunk, and her expression tightened and closed off, leaving her last thought dangling, unsaid.
"So I take it you're not ten thousand years old then," Hunk said, but Illianya said nothing else. He cleared his throat a little, and gathered himself. "Look, I may not understand what it's like to lose your entire planet, but I do know what it's like to not know your place in the universe." He shrugged a little. "I might not ever get to see my planet again. And it's really ...really tough. But if I can keep my home from suffering the same fate as other planets at the hands of the Galra, it might be worth it."
"You were willing to give up the Yellow Lion," Illianya said. There was an undercurrent of derision in her voice.
"I want the best person for the job to pilot Yellow," he said. "If that's me, then I'll do it. If it's someone else... well." He shrugged again. "You're from the race that created it, I thought maybe you're supposed to have it. I've been wrong plenty of times before."
She stared at him, then looked away. "I'm not full-blooded Altean," she said after a long moment. "There aren't any full-bloods left any more. Well," she amended. "The princess and her servant are. And a few of the colony elders. But most are only part, and that may not make me any more qualified to pilot the Yellow Lion. She chooses her pilot, after all."
"See, that's what Allura said too, but then she kinda divvied up the lions between all of us," Hunk said with a frown. "I mean, I guess she does speak on behalf of the lions since they're tied in to her life force, but it's still kinda weird...." He realized Illianya was staring and he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Anyway, if you're thirsty, Coran's made up a bunch of caf," he gestured with his free hand to the mug he still held in his other hand. "I can get you some, if you'd like...?"
When he looked back up at Illianya, her expression had barely changed, but there was the slightest uptick of what could possibly be the start of a smile. "I should show you how to brew some proper caf," she said. "Not the watered-down swill the princess's attendant made."
Hunk felt a little ill when he looked into his mug; he'd thought the drink strong to begin with. "This is watered-down!?"
#
"You know, if you wanted to fuck Keith, you should just go fuck Keith," Lance's voice hadn't quite gone sideways on him yet but it was threatening to, and how he was managing to keep from sounding, well, hysterical was a fairly impressive feat of suppression.
Shiro was barely an arm's length away. He sat on the tile in the stall, the shower head having been knocked askew so it ran down and over the divider and not directly in his face. "Lance," he said, insistent and apologetic all in the same tone of voice but Lance wasn't exactly hearing it. "That wasn't what I meant at all..."
"No, you can just have your cock all up in me and be putting Keith's face on the entire thing," Lance said, crossing one arm over his bare chest. "Would you like me to photocopy a polaroid of him so you can tape it to the back of my head!?"
"You're being ridiculous," Shiro said.
"I don't care," Lance said, very loudly. His voice echoed in the showers, and that, if nothing else, seemed to calm him for the moment. He took a deep breath and then shifted his weight. Sticky white fluid had been leaking out of his ass for a while now, slipping into the puddles of water on the floor and disappearing down the drain. He inhaled raggedly a moment, but this was a different noise than before, and Shiro didn't really know how to categorize it.
"Just go," Lance said finally. "Go fucking see Keith, tell him you still love him, fuck him, whatever." He kept his back to the wall. "If you're going to fuck me, I want you to be thinking about me."
"Lance, I'm sorry," Shiro said, and Lance said, "go."
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
AU: slts
Characters/Pairing: Shiro/Keith/Lance, Team Voltron
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 1715
Summary: Lance's back slammed into the smooth, slick white wall of the shower stall.
Lance's back slammed into the smooth, slick white wall of the shower stall. A groan slipped out somewhere between his panting breaths but Shiro didn't really notice it, one hand on Lance's thigh and the other cupping the hard, flat plane of his ass. Lance's heel was digging uncomfortably into the back of Shiro's thigh, and the spray of water from the shower head made things even more slippery than they would have been otherwise.
He was more focused on Lance, though — or more specifically, the way Lance felt around him, slick and hot and tight, his body shuddering as Shiro shifted them together. "You can't put the knot in," Lance gasped as Shiro slid deeper in, pressing him open. Lance's eyes were closed, arms looped over Shiro's shoulders, his head bowed forward. "You can't-"
"You took it before," Shiro shifted his right hand further up Lance's thigh, getting under it, adjusting the angle. Lance gasped and his fingers clawed into Shiro's shoulder blades, doing enough damage that the water pouring over him started to sting a little.
"Not in heat," Lance managed, and Shiro kissed his temple, caught Lance's ear with his teeth and thrust again. With Lance's back pressed to the wall helping to hold some of his weight, Shiro was able to move his right hand to Lance's cock. Watching Lance get taken to near-incoherence by a few tight strokes was absolutely satisfying, and Shiro smirked, tilting himself forward and completely pinning Lance to the wall with his body weight. Lance squirmed and moaned and as Shiro scraped his teeth up Lance's neck and, finally, came apart under his hands and on his cock.
He went limp against Shiro, panting loudly. "Deep," he said, hooking his chin over Shiro's shoulder and letting out a low contented noise. Shiro knew he was in deep, and started moving his hips again in short, shallow thrusts. He was beginning to lose himself in this a little, the warmth of the water, the heat of Lance's core, his skin slick and soft ... "Fuck, Shiro, c'mon-"
It was a herculean effort to keep from plunging in so deep that he would knot Lance and he almost didn't manage it. Lance had lost his words again but that was okay because Shiro wasn't thinking in words any longer too, just impulses. There was nothing but heat and tight and skin and wet and when he pushed over that edge and spilled himself inside, he was so far gone that he didn't even notice what he moaned into the hollow of Lance's neck.
"Keith."
Hunk sat on the short flight of stairs on the bridge and watched the forward view screen. He could have moved himself to one of the command chairs, but that just didn't feel right to him, so he situated himself on the stairs and kept his hands around the warm cup of something that Coran had called caf when Hunk caught him making it earlier, for the Alteans.
He didn't ask what it was, but it wasn't nunavill so that was something.
The viewscreen showed the landscape of the moon that they'd landed on; not nearly as large as the populated moon they had spent the last few days on. This moon was a dusty, featureless wasteland without atmosphere so there was nothing to refract the starlight or the distant, unyielding light of the system's sun. He couldn't pick out where the populated moon was from their vantage point, nor see the Galran frigate as it orbited the gas giant, so it was probably futile to sit here and watch, but he was too keyed up to sleep and he'd already cleaned up the kitchen once.
He'd failed his paladin test. Well, he hadn't even taken it, but he was figuring that was as good as a failure, because Lance and Keith and Pidge had all done so, and Lance had reported that the Sky Temple wasn't even there any more so Shiro couldn't either. Hunk sighed and wiggled his toes and looked down into the mug of caf.
The doors to the bridge opened and Hunk looked up. He hadn't figured on anyone else coming to the bridge unless an alarm was tripped, but he didn't move, only watched as the Altean Illianya stepped out of the lift and looked around.
She was no longer wearing the plain black flight suit but instead a uniform in muted colors. It was similar in cut to what Coran wore, not a dress, and she had draped her plaited golden hair over her shoulder like the braiding on uniform. Hunk stayed absolutely still and watched as after a moment's indecision she walked to the main control station and hovered her hand above it, which woke the computer and displayed the navigation boards in the air.
"Computer," Illianya said, and then hesitated. "Show me Altea," she said finally, softly.
There was a moment of processing, and then, abruptly, the air around her was filled with thousands upon thousands of images of a planet that no longer existed. Hunk stood, slowly, and watched as she looked around herself and, just for a moment, looked completely lost.
"Do you miss it?" Hunk asked, and Illianya ... did not jump, so much, but her hand jerked away from the navigation board. The pictures did not vanish, though, hanging in the air around her completely, translucent and still bright.
"How can I miss something I never saw?" she asked, not looking at Hunk, exactly. She was looking at still pictures of crowds of people, of cities and plains and craggy mountains. She reached out a hand to touch one of the pictures, full of wildlife that looked canine in nature. "I was born long after the planet breathed its last. I have no connection to it but blood, and yet..." she put her hand on the navigation board again, this time to dismiss the pictures. Then she actually seemed to see Hunk, and her expression tightened and closed off, leaving her last thought dangling, unsaid.
"So I take it you're not ten thousand years old then," Hunk said, but Illianya said nothing else. He cleared his throat a little, and gathered himself. "Look, I may not understand what it's like to lose your entire planet, but I do know what it's like to not know your place in the universe." He shrugged a little. "I might not ever get to see my planet again. And it's really ...really tough. But if I can keep my home from suffering the same fate as other planets at the hands of the Galra, it might be worth it."
"You were willing to give up the Yellow Lion," Illianya said. There was an undercurrent of derision in her voice.
"I want the best person for the job to pilot Yellow," he said. "If that's me, then I'll do it. If it's someone else... well." He shrugged again. "You're from the race that created it, I thought maybe you're supposed to have it. I've been wrong plenty of times before."
She stared at him, then looked away. "I'm not full-blooded Altean," she said after a long moment. "There aren't any full-bloods left any more. Well," she amended. "The princess and her servant are. And a few of the colony elders. But most are only part, and that may not make me any more qualified to pilot the Yellow Lion. She chooses her pilot, after all."
"See, that's what Allura said too, but then she kinda divvied up the lions between all of us," Hunk said with a frown. "I mean, I guess she does speak on behalf of the lions since they're tied in to her life force, but it's still kinda weird...." He realized Illianya was staring and he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Anyway, if you're thirsty, Coran's made up a bunch of caf," he gestured with his free hand to the mug he still held in his other hand. "I can get you some, if you'd like...?"
When he looked back up at Illianya, her expression had barely changed, but there was the slightest uptick of what could possibly be the start of a smile. "I should show you how to brew some proper caf," she said. "Not the watered-down swill the princess's attendant made."
Hunk felt a little ill when he looked into his mug; he'd thought the drink strong to begin with. "This is watered-down!?"
"You know, if you wanted to fuck Keith, you should just go fuck Keith," Lance's voice hadn't quite gone sideways on him yet but it was threatening to, and how he was managing to keep from sounding, well, hysterical was a fairly impressive feat of suppression.
Shiro was barely an arm's length away. He sat on the tile in the stall, the shower head having been knocked askew so it ran down and over the divider and not directly in his face. "Lance," he said, insistent and apologetic all in the same tone of voice but Lance wasn't exactly hearing it. "That wasn't what I meant at all..."
"No, you can just have your cock all up in me and be putting Keith's face on the entire thing," Lance said, crossing one arm over his bare chest. "Would you like me to photocopy a polaroid of him so you can tape it to the back of my head!?"
"You're being ridiculous," Shiro said.
"I don't care," Lance said, very loudly. His voice echoed in the showers, and that, if nothing else, seemed to calm him for the moment. He took a deep breath and then shifted his weight. Sticky white fluid had been leaking out of his ass for a while now, slipping into the puddles of water on the floor and disappearing down the drain. He inhaled raggedly a moment, but this was a different noise than before, and Shiro didn't really know how to categorize it.
"Just go," Lance said finally. "Go fucking see Keith, tell him you still love him, fuck him, whatever." He kept his back to the wall. "If you're going to fuck me, I want you to be thinking about me."
"Lance, I'm sorry," Shiro said, and Lance said, "go."
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