Anon Asked: Maybe Keith going through a Galra heat kind of thing, Shiro helps out

"Keith, baby? Not that I mind, but are you feeling alright?" Keith looks up from where he's trying to encourage Shiro's dick to full hardness.

He pulls his lips off, but keeps his hands working up and down the shaft. He doesn't have the patience to pause right now, "I'm fine," He's just horny, and maybe he's going to scream if he doesn't get Shiro's monster cock inside him in the next sixty seconds. Okay, maybe that is odd, but he doesn't care. He was good. He waited until after training with the group to drag Shiro off to their private quarters. He didn't throw the man down and mount him when this wave of 'fuck me!' first hit. He did good. He deserves Shiro's cock as a reward for his restraint.

"Right," Shiro's fingers wrap carefully around his wrists, stalling his movements, "Maybe, I'm just worrying over nothing, but why don't you humor me and get checked out in the medical bay." Shiro is trying to stop him. He doesn't want to fuck him.

Keith yanks his hands from Shiro's grip, and tackles the bigger man onto his back. He digs his nails into Shiro's shoulders, bares his teeth right in front of his face, "No!" Keith growls. He needs this. He needs this right goddamn now. Not after whatever fucking scans Shiro wants him to take. Some smarter part of himself realizes he's not going to get what he wants this way. Shiro's not going to take getting pinned to the bed and growled at as a reason to fuck him. He should. No, Shiro needs a different tack, "Fuck me, and we can go. Not before." Keith offers, less a threat. Rubbing his ass down against Shiro's cock to remind him what he gets out of this. Why is the seat of his pants wet?

Shiro isn't won over by his argument. One second he's on top, the next he's rolling across the floor. Shiro had actually just thrown him. Oh, the muscles to be able to do that made his mouth water, and did nothing to abate the flame that is overtaking his gut. Shiro is a strong mate. He's going to show him he's worth screwing, then have him again and again until he's satiated.

"Somehow I doubt your in your right mind," Shiro says, yanking his pants back up. Hiding the cock Keith wants from view. That won't do. Keith charges him, but this time Shiro is ready for him. He's not sure how it happens, but instead of knocking the bigger man over again, he ends up tossed over one broad shoulder, "Sorry babe, we'll figure out whats going on, and you'll feel much better." Keith scratches whatever he can reach, but Shiro just tightens his grip. He's not getting loose, and more importantly, he's not getting fucked.

Keith yowls the whole way to med bay.


End Note:

This was obviously supposed to end in smut considering the whole porny drabble thing, but I wrote myself into a corner in the first two paragraphs, where there is no way in hell Shiro would let Keith have sex with him. I liked it too much to delete and start over, though.

Basically in this drabble, Galra are aggressive. Even those who go through heats. They'll role over and play the sweetest thing in existence if you are giving them what they want, but you try to deny them and they will hunt your ass down and make sure they get laid like they need.