I'm in a bad mood today so you all get the flavor of Sheith where...
Vel @ Miquella Defender@blackpalaladin
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Nov 03, 2025
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I'm in a bad mood today so you all get the flavor of Sheith where Shiro goes into rut.
He's usually very chill for an Alpha. Except this time his temper is short. His patience is thin. And he's an aggravated, scowling intimidation in meetings.
He makes two dignitaries cry.
He's usually very chill for an Alpha. Except this time his temper is short. His patience is thin. And he's an aggravated, scowling intimidation in meetings.
He makes two dignitaries cry.
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He can hear people whispering. His arm aches. He wants to go home. Where the space smells like safety and nest and Keith.
Except there is no Keith at home.
It's been a week of sleeping at his desk because their house is just a reminder that Keith is gone.
Except there is no Keith at home.
It's been a week of sleeping at his desk because their house is just a reminder that Keith is gone.
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He's agitated. Horny. He's broken 3 data pads and Rizali has revoked his access to anything electronic until he can control himself.
'Go HOME.' Matt crosses his arms over his chest before Shiro can enter the next meeting room.
'Go HOME.' Matt crosses his arms over his chest before Shiro can enter the next meeting room.
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Shiro narrows his eyes, 'Are you going to stop me, Matt?'
Matt lifts a brow, 'Careful, you know it gets me going when you growl.'
Shiro frowns, 'Matt.'
'Go. Home.' Matt points down the hall, 'You reek of rut. You made two people cry.'
Matt lifts a brow, 'Careful, you know it gets me going when you growl.'
Shiro frowns, 'Matt.'
'Go. Home.' Matt points down the hall, 'You reek of rut. You made two people cry.'
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Shiro puts his shoulders up, 'I don't want to go home.'
Matt sighs, 'He didn't die, Shiro. He's undercover. You're acting like a widow. Stop by the store, grab a toy and GO. HOME.'
'It's not the same.' Shiro growls.
Matt sighs, 'He didn't die, Shiro. He's undercover. You're acting like a widow. Stop by the store, grab a toy and GO. HOME.'
'It's not the same.' Shiro growls.
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'I don't care.' Matt says, 'I know you've been sleeping in the office. You're pissed off because you've been a stale area without ANYTHING to sate the rut.'
'It hurts when he's not here.' Shiro whispers.
'You're making it worse by not being home.' Matt squeezes his arm.
'It hurts when he's not here.' Shiro whispers.
'You're making it worse by not being home.' Matt squeezes his arm.
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Shiro slumps and heads off down the hall.
'Do NOT go to your office.' Matt shouts.
Shiro goes directly to his office because Matt is NOT his mate and he doesn’t have to listen to him.
'Do NOT go to your office.' Matt shouts.
Shiro goes directly to his office because Matt is NOT his mate and he doesn’t have to listen to him.
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His skin itches. He wants to sink his teeth into something.
He kind of wants to cry.
The frustration leaks out of him in and each step towards his office settles a weight on his shoulders he can't put into words.
He does want to go home.
But home isn't home without Keith.
He kind of wants to cry.
The frustration leaks out of him in and each step towards his office settles a weight on his shoulders he can't put into words.
He does want to go home.
But home isn't home without Keith.
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He grumbles to himself as he punches in his keycode. Only for the pad to beep red.
Then ask for an overide.
He blinks, temper flaring at the prospect of someone in his space. Without his permission.
He jams in the override code and the doors slide open.
Then ask for an overide.
He blinks, temper flaring at the prospect of someone in his space. Without his permission.
He jams in the override code and the doors slide open.
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The first thing he notices is the smell.
The scent of baked cinnamon and honey snags him by his baser instincts. Making his stomach rumble and his cock harden in tandem.
The second thing he notices is Keith.
Perched on his desk.
Naked.
The scent of baked cinnamon and honey snags him by his baser instincts. Making his stomach rumble and his cock harden in tandem.
The second thing he notices is Keith.
Perched on his desk.
Naked.
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He feels the door click shut behind him. Locking automatically.
Keith looks - fuck. He looks beautiful. Legs crossed, playing with his phone, dark hair tucked behind one ear.
Keith looks - fuck. He looks beautiful. Legs crossed, playing with his phone, dark hair tucked behind one ear.
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Shiro can see the mating bite on his shoulder. Angled perfectly within his line of sight.
He tries to rush forward.
'Stop.' Keith’s voice is like a whip.
And Shiro does. Immediately. But he can’t hold back the whine. It's high and stressed and all not at all human.
He tries to rush forward.
'Stop.' Keith’s voice is like a whip.
And Shiro does. Immediately. But he can’t hold back the whine. It's high and stressed and all not at all human.
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Shiro's cock throbs as Keith uncrosses his legs. Slow and sensual, like he's putting on a show. Knees spreading to reveal that lovely, flushed pink cock Shiro's been craving for a whole week.
'Keith -.' He croaks.
'You weren't at home.' Keith says.
'Keith -.' He croaks.
'You weren't at home.' Keith says.
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Shiro bites his lip, heart fluttering as Keith tilts his head, eyes narrowing in a way that tells him exactly what's coming next.
'You were gone.' Shiro whispers.
'You slept at work.' Keith says, 'What's the rule?'
'Always find your way home.' Shiro swallows.
'You were gone.' Shiro whispers.
'You slept at work.' Keith says, 'What's the rule?'
'Always find your way home.' Shiro swallows.
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Keith taps his fingers against his inner thigh. So, so close to where his soft, mouthwatering cock rests.
'Please.' Shiro gasps, 'Please.'
'Come here.' Keith spreads his thighs further apart, moving his hand until his fingers curve around his cock.
'Please.' Shiro gasps, 'Please.'
'Come here.' Keith spreads his thighs further apart, moving his hand until his fingers curve around his cock.
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Shiro walks across the room in half a daze. It's a little painful, with his aching cock, but he does it happily.
'Kneel.' Keith’s voice is soft. So soft.
The words are thunder but the tone is a drizzle of rain and Shiro falls to his knees at the only alter he'll ever worship.
'Kneel.' Keith’s voice is soft. So soft.
The words are thunder but the tone is a drizzle of rain and Shiro falls to his knees at the only alter he'll ever worship.
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'Hands behind your back.' Keith says when Shiro reaches out to palm those gorgeous thighs.
He whimpers again but does as he's told, gripping tight at his wrists.
He whimpers again but does as he's told, gripping tight at his wrists.
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Keith takes his time. It's maddening.
He drags his hand through Shiro’s hair, plays with his little cock right in front of Shiro’s mouth. Watching him with dark, knowing eyes. One of his feet hooks over a shoulder.
Shiro wants to bite him. Wants blood. Proof that Keith is HIS.
He drags his hand through Shiro’s hair, plays with his little cock right in front of Shiro’s mouth. Watching him with dark, knowing eyes. One of his feet hooks over a shoulder.
Shiro wants to bite him. Wants blood. Proof that Keith is HIS.
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He can smells how wet Keith is for him. His cock is only half hard but his body wants Shiro’s knot just as badly as Shiro wants it buried.
He licks his lips when Keith thumbs the head. Bringing that little drop of precum to Shiro’s lips.
'Open.' Keith murmurs.
He licks his lips when Keith thumbs the head. Bringing that little drop of precum to Shiro’s lips.
'Open.' Keith murmurs.
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Shiro does. Parting his lips and giving Keith’s thumb a soft, kitten lick.
He tastes lovely. Tart and sweet and salty.
'No touching. No orgasm for you.' Keith says, 'You suck me off. Then we go home.'
Shiro inhales, 'But-.'
'Shiro.'
Shiro nods.
He tastes lovely. Tart and sweet and salty.
'No touching. No orgasm for you.' Keith says, 'You suck me off. Then we go home.'
Shiro inhales, 'But-.'
'Shiro.'
Shiro nods.
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Keith cradles Shiro’s jaw in his hand as he guides his cock to Shiro’s mouth.
Part of Shiro wants to stubbornly refuse. No matter how badly he wants it. God he wants it so bad.
'I missed you.' Keith murmurs, dragging the wet tip across the bow of Shiro’s mouth.
Part of Shiro wants to stubbornly refuse. No matter how badly he wants it. God he wants it so bad.
'I missed you.' Keith murmurs, dragging the wet tip across the bow of Shiro’s mouth.
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Shiro whines, squeezing his eyes closed. He digs his nails into the skin of his wrists.
'I went home first.' Keith continues, 'Thinking you'd be in our nest. Waiting for me.'
Shiro’s chest tightens.
'It didn't even smell like you anymore.'
'I went home first.' Keith continues, 'Thinking you'd be in our nest. Waiting for me.'
Shiro’s chest tightens.
'It didn't even smell like you anymore.'
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Shiro breaks like a dam. He whines and presses himself flush against his own desk, lips parting to let Keith’s slide in.
Keith hisses, then sighs, fingers carding through Shiro’s hair.
He's the perfect mouthful, cock slowly hardening against Shiro’s tounge.
Keith hisses, then sighs, fingers carding through Shiro’s hair.
He's the perfect mouthful, cock slowly hardening against Shiro’s tounge.
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Keith whispers something as Shiro suckles. The tips of his fingers finding Shiro’s ears. His throat.
The matching mating mark.
Keith thumbs over it and the animal in Shiro shudders.
And settles.
The matching mating mark.
Keith thumbs over it and the animal in Shiro shudders.
And settles.
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Shiro sinks down on Keith’s cock. Burying his nose against his groin and inhaling the rich scent of him. The cinnamon. The sex. That specific mating smell that tells Shiro he's safe and wanted and loved.
And about to come in his pants.
A fist tightens in his hair, 'No.'
And about to come in his pants.
A fist tightens in his hair, 'No.'
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The pain rippling across his scalp does not help.
Shiro moans, mouth full of Keith, a throbbing problem leaking into his uniform pants.
He meets Keith’s gaze and the scowl only makes him burn hotter.
'I said no.' Keith twists his fist.
Shiro moans, mouth full of Keith, a throbbing problem leaking into his uniform pants.
He meets Keith’s gaze and the scowl only makes him burn hotter.
'I said no.' Keith twists his fist.
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He's not playing fair.
Shiro knows it.
Keith knows it.
Shiro can feel his knot aching. Confined and nowhere near where he wants it to be.
And that's only IF Keith deems him worthy of it later. Or at all. Or ever again.
Shiro knows it.
Keith knows it.
Shiro can feel his knot aching. Confined and nowhere near where he wants it to be.
And that's only IF Keith deems him worthy of it later. Or at all. Or ever again.
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Shiro moans as Keith shoves his cock deeper, 'Are you really going to come before me?'
Shiro shakes his head, but it's a lie.
He's so close it's painful. He tries to squeeze his legs together in an attempt to stop - something - he tries to move his hand -
'Don't you dare.'
Shiro shakes his head, but it's a lie.
He's so close it's painful. He tries to squeeze his legs together in an attempt to stop - something - he tries to move his hand -
'Don't you dare.'
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Shiro digs his nails deeper into his skin and nearly sobs.
'You couldn't last a week without me, could you?' Keith murmurs.
Shiro suckles at Keith’s cock. Loving how hard it is. Loving how it leaks on his tounge.
He also loves the fist in his hair and the burn in his knot.
'You couldn't last a week without me, could you?' Keith murmurs.
Shiro suckles at Keith’s cock. Loving how hard it is. Loving how it leaks on his tounge.
He also loves the fist in his hair and the burn in his knot.
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It's a high he hasn't been able to reach all week.
He's going to come and then Keith won't let Shiro fuck him.
Shiro will have to beg. And grovel and plead to bury himself in Keith’s tight heat.
And Shiro will love every second of it.
He's going to come and then Keith won't let Shiro fuck him.
Shiro will have to beg. And grovel and plead to bury himself in Keith’s tight heat.
And Shiro will love every second of it.
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Shiro throws everything he has into getting Keith off.
But he's so distracted. By Keith’s scent and the taste of him and the weight of his cock and the memory of tight he is when Shiro stuffs him full of his knot -
But he's so distracted. By Keith’s scent and the taste of him and the weight of his cock and the memory of tight he is when Shiro stuffs him full of his knot -
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Keith touches his bite mark and pulls his hair and tells him how disappointed he is.
How useless Shiro is without him. Can't even do his job. Can't be patient. Can't even follow Keith's instructions
How useless Shiro is without him. Can't even do his job. Can't be patient. Can't even follow Keith's instructions
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It's enough to send Shiro right over the edge and into an unsatisfying, sobbing orgasm.
He shouts. Cock oozing cum into his underwear.
He can feel Keith's disappointment even as his body shivers and shakes.
He shouts. Cock oozing cum into his underwear.
He can feel Keith's disappointment even as his body shivers and shakes.
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Shiro's too tired to even continue suckling at Keith’s cock. The tension from an entire week of work and stress and rut melts away with the orgasm.
He waits for a growling reprimand. Or a twist of the hair still held in that small, but very deadly fist.
'Feel better?'
He waits for a growling reprimand. Or a twist of the hair still held in that small, but very deadly fist.
'Feel better?'
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Shiro lets Keith slip out of his mouth and he rests his head in the dip of his hip. Nuzzling the slick underside of his cock, pressing a kiss against the skin.
'Yeah.' Shiro mumbles.
Keith’s grip on his hair slackens and pets down to the back of his neck, squeezing once.
'Yeah.' Shiro mumbles.
Keith’s grip on his hair slackens and pets down to the back of his neck, squeezing once.
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Shiro sighs, 'Can I-?'
'Yes.' Keith replies.
Shiro lets go of his wrists and curls both arms under Keith’s thighs, wrapping his legs around his neck until Shiro's face is buried against Keith’s stomach.
'Missed you so much. Sorry.'
'Yes.' Keith replies.
Shiro lets go of his wrists and curls both arms under Keith’s thighs, wrapping his legs around his neck until Shiro's face is buried against Keith’s stomach.
'Missed you so much. Sorry.'
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'You don't need to apologize.' Keith rubs a thumb over the bite on Shiro’s neck, 'The mission took longer than it was supposed to. I knew you were close to rut. I shouldn't have left.'
'Its your job.' Shiro mumbles.
'You're my mate. You're - everything.' Keith whispers.
'Its your job.' Shiro mumbles.
'You're my mate. You're - everything.' Keith whispers.
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Shiro sinks deeper into the smell of Keith. Baked cinnamon and sex and home all wrapped into one glorious package.
'Why didn't you go home?' Keith asks.
'You weren't there.' Shiro frowns.
'Why didn't you go home?' Keith asks.
'You weren't there.' Shiro frowns.
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'You did more harm than good staying here. At least at home you could stabilize the rut in our nest.' Keith sighs.
'I didn't want to go home alone.' Shiro admits.
'I thought you'd left me.' Keith croaks.
'I didn't want to go home alone.' Shiro admits.
'I thought you'd left me.' Keith croaks.
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Shiro lifts his head, 'What?' He asks incredulously.
'The house hadn't been occupied in a week. It smelt - stale. Old. Abandoned. It smelt like -.'
That first week after Keith’s dad died. Before the home took him away.
Shiro whines, 'I'm sorry, Keith. I'm-.'
'The house hadn't been occupied in a week. It smelt - stale. Old. Abandoned. It smelt like -.'
That first week after Keith’s dad died. Before the home took him away.
Shiro whines, 'I'm sorry, Keith. I'm-.'
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Keith puts pressure against the mating mark again, soothing Shiro’s panic.
'I know.' Keith whispers, 'It just worried me. And then Matt told me what happened. So - I figured I could calm you down before I take you back.'
'Let's go. Right now. Nest.' Shiro tries to stand.
'I know.' Keith whispers, 'It just worried me. And then Matt told me what happened. So - I figured I could calm you down before I take you back.'
'Let's go. Right now. Nest.' Shiro tries to stand.
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Keith’s laugh is soft, his gaze dark and lovely, 'Slow down. We have time. Take a second.'
Shiro drops his forehead back against Keith’s stomach, 'Okay.' He mouths at Keith’s belly button, 'Love you.'
Keith kisses the top of his head, 'Love you too.'
Shiro drops his forehead back against Keith’s stomach, 'Okay.' He mouths at Keith’s belly button, 'Love you.'
Keith kisses the top of his head, 'Love you too.'
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Fin