NSFW quench the thirst

[juniberries]

BECAUSE I’M ALWAYS THIRSTY FOR SMUT
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( 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.

[juniberries]

[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.