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NSFW quench the thirst

BECAUSE I’M ALWAYS THIRSTY FOR SMUT
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[she had thought herself safe with Keith when the first few sensations of her heat made itself known to her. he's an Earthling, she told herself. he's not Altean. not someone who seemed particularly interested in her beyond simply being a friend, a teammate, unlike someone like Lance who pressed otherwise.

but, he's Galra too. for a moment, almost forgetting, and shocked at the sudden reaction to her getting close to him, his grip strong and her thoughts jostled from being pushed away.

a grip that she...likes. but she keeps from biting her lip, instead opening her mouth to respond, to say it's nothing, until he pulls her in a moment later, the sound and feel of him smelling the scent glands just below her ears, at the juncture where her jawbone meets her neck, has the hairs at the back of her neck prickling. skin rising into little bumps.]

I-it's...something that happens every few phoebs. [she's trying desperately to play it cool, eyes looking skyward, up towards the branches of trees sketching wobbly lines against a darkening sky full of stars.

her heartrate is rising despite it.] It isn't anything, really. Just...a cycle.

( it's even worse, once he's gripped her. he doesn't know what he's smelling really, but it's more addictive than adrenaline, his nose pressed up right where her scent is the strongest, just. becoming a glutton in devoring that smell, rubbing his nose, his mouth, all over it. he's not really thinking clearly, or else he might've expressed some kind of concern in grabbing the princess so abruptly, and keening into desires he's really never had before. sex, sure, but this isn't really that - it's just possession, wanting to be covered in her scent, wanting to rub his own on her in turn.

his tongue darts out and licks a thick stripe across her throat, following through to her jaw. one long lick. she tastes even better than she smells, and he's about to go in for a bite, but then he remembers.

this is allura.

allura, who he respects way too much to do - all this. he jerks back again suddenly, and the headache is screaming in his head, but it's not as bad as the concept that he might be hurting her, upsetting her. he forces himself to take a few steps backwards, jumbling up their notes as he grips the desk they were convening over. he pants hard, the air stifling and hot and so full of her he wants to snarl.

his dick is also the hardest its ever been, he realizes belatedly. still breathing roughly, he stares pointedly at that and not allura, kind of. afraid of himself, and what he might do if he looks at her. )

What. What is this.

( more than a growl, it's a whimper. a begging dog, looking for pets. he whines, tightly shutting his eyes. )

I don't have any control, Allura.

[this isn't the way an Altean would react. perhaps in the ancient times it had been this way, but it had always been soft. gentle. touches barely gracing against the skin, warm and flushed, kisses, a need for closeness and to melt into one another. it's what she read about at least, in those bodice rippers she used to keep hidden under her mattress during her younger years, fantasizing about going through her estrus with a partner, someone she cared deeply for.

but this is Keith. and he's not Altean. but, he is someone she cares for, and when his tongue lavishes her skin, hot and wet, she lets out a shuddering breath, toes curling in her boots, the more primal part of her mind knowing this is the way it should be with...with a Galra.

and when he pulls back, steps away from her, she overlooks the jumbled notes, herself looking jumbled, feeling the sweat drip down her temple, mingling with the heat of her pheromones, the wet of his saliva still slick on her skin. her eyes follow his towards the obvious swell of his cock, and then up to his face where he looks...vulnerable. scared of himself, what this is.

she feels bad; it's her fault for not taking her pills, but it feels so good to be wanted when she needs to be wanted. and she brings a bit of Altean to this, moving close to him, bringing her hands up to cup his face, one hand smoothing his rumpled hair from her forehead.]

You don't have this on Earth, do you? [she breaches whatever reservation she may have had, and kisses him, open mouthed, teeth lightly grazing his lower lip as she pulls back, the purple of her pupils glowing bright from her arousal.] I'm in heat. [she flushes a deep colour, embarrassing to say out loud, even as she brings her arms around him to pull him close this time.]

I...am not in control either.

( she touches him and relief is a blissful, tangible thing. he feels immediately better, and more than that, he feels better than he's felt - ever, maybe. with her hands on him, he thinks he might be capable of just about anything. it's different from times in the past, with casual touches of friendship that bring reassuring shoulder grabs, or tentative hugs to the table. he's touched allura, but he's never kissed her, and the action of doing so shines a new light in his minds eye about the necessary proceedings, the things he wants to do to her, the places he wants to touch, the sweat he needs to taste off her or he thinks he might just expire on the spot.

it's not like he's never noticed allura is beautiful, before. you'd have to be blind to miss it - and while keith is ignorant and stupid about a lot of things, allura's beauty was sharp enough to pierce that particular hide of dumbness. but he's also never really. thought about it. she's a princess, and there's territory there that always seemed uncrossable, born of stature and class and race. he's just started accepting that allura likes him again after the revelation of his genetic lineage, that she more than tolerates him on account of their connection to voltron. still. sex is a pretty big jump from there, but now it's all he can think about, pining her down and holding her as close as physically possible.

the kiss does a lot to entice him, but it relaxes him, too. it's not as demanding as it was before as he grabs her, nose back to the bend of her jaw, now more bold in licking across the gland in devilish, hungry licks. this time when the urge hits him, he doesn't fight it off, sinking his teeth pointedly into her neck, tasting the rush of her pheromones as they hit his tongue like they're some physical ambrosia. )

Heat. ( he echoes after her, belatedly. an arm wraps around her waist to catch her if her knees go, and then keith just pins her to the desk, lifting her up so he can slide in between her legs. ) I'll take care of you, Princess.

[admitting to her heat was embarrassing enough, and kissing him in such a manner was...wrong. she should not have done it. should not have acted on instinct, not give in to the more primal, base instincts that are now being stoked in continuum in the presence of someone reacting to her pheromones, to her current state.

she's a princess. of a people who had moved past primal urges by way of science and fact. she could have overcome this, secluded herself until her hormonal urges passed, stopped herself from encouraging this, but-

she acted on it. and Keith is responding in turn, and she yields to the more relaxed way he grabs her, and she thinks to how even without this heat this is something she wants, thoughts entertained in the past even before Keith's bloodline was revealed to her. he's handsome for a human, with thick hair and a svelte build any Altean, man, woman, or otherwise would find enticing in a mate. he's good despite his hotheaded, blunt nature. caring for his friends, ultimately selfless, the only one who's never thought of leaving voltron behind beyond faulting himself for something that wasn't his fault.

and as he licks broad strokes with his tongue against the sensitive gland behind her ears, which weakens her to trembling the moment he bites down on her skin, she cannot think of a better first partner for this.

because it's her first heat shared with someone. but she won't make a mention of that. and his bite releases what little she was holding back with a sharp gasp, knees giving out as she squeezes her eyes shut.]

Thank you. [she wants this care. wants it specifically from him, and she brings her legs up to hook him in even closer to her, to press the outline of his cock against the heat unbearable between her legs. and she grinds against it, needful. all thoughts blank beyond Keith and her need for him.] I'm glad it's you.

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