"Good Evening, Mister Yamato," Shiro Beamed Politely, Eyes Still A Bit Bleary From Pain. The Oven's Timer

"Good evening, Mister Yamato," Shiro beamed politely, eyes still a bit bleary from pain. The oven's timer started going off again and he excused himself quietly, darting off to the kitchen to remove the roast and veg from the oven.

"Perfect!" He muttered to himself, fixing two plates and making his way to the dining room with them. After setting them down, he approached the couch again and kissed the top of Alexis' head.

"Dinner's ready when you are, darling."

' ' You can't stop me ! I'm on a roll bay-bee ! ' '

Hopefully. Shiro nodded, placing a hand gently onto Hunk's shoulder. "Thank you, Hunk. Let me know if you need help in the kitchens, okay? I'm more than happy to." He was never the best at diplomacy, but it was evident he was working on that. He supposed it helped he knew his way around planning.

Shiro bowed his head in respect before the call ended, watching as Libby chased after Harro. "Looks like I'll be getting a new arm in a few weeks..." he mused, eating a bit more of his meal. "No more one armed adventures because the darn thing died on me." He laughed, a full hearted deep laugh.

Keith clasped a hand over his own mouth to quiet himself down, cries threatening to be heard over the rushing of the water and the hot, wet slapping of skin against skin. The other hand idly dug sharp nails into Shiro's shoulder with enough pressure to sting, but not break skin.

He gasped, "close— gods Shiro—" His body was reacting on instinct, drawing Shiro in as deeply as he could manage with keening moans and cries of absolute pleasure. He'd been holding back his own orgasm in wait for Shiro, heat bloomed in his core, spreading through his body like a wildfire.

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