Yes. They’re proof he survived. They’re also proof where he failed. Shiro’s not been able to give Adam any real stories about where they came from, only the vague knowledge they came from his opponents in the ring and other experiments and uses the Galra put him through. He’s glad he can’t give Adam details… His own brain doesn’t want to remember either. But instead of recoiling or dismissing them, Adam accepted them. Each motion of his finger over them, every time his kiss leaves its warmth on one, tell him they’re nothing to be ashamed of. They’ll never fade, but Shiro can still heal. He’s not lost that. He’s not lost Adam.
“A little over six and a half,” Shiro returns through a smile. “You could be my father.” Hey, if Adam’s going to joke at his expense, he’ll do the same right back. The banter never fails to lift him up, reminding him of his boyfriend’s teases from before. Adam’s lips settle against his own, setting the edges of his mouth alight with soft tingles of warmth. He leans in, wanting to feel more of his kiss, and reluctantly breaks it when the time comes to keep talking. Or groaning. That sound from his fiancé’s lips dives into his ears and Shiro holds onto it jealously.
He may be broader in shoulder and larger in sculpture, but Adam’s body is no less impressive. Shiro has seen several men, both human and alien, and none of them are as gorgeous in his eyes as the man in front of him. His lover’s training has paid off amazingly, the scars he’s gained from his survival and efforts all the more proof that Adam is incredible. Shiro’s not one to back down on topple, but it doesn’t take much for Adam to get the Palain on his back. Embarrassing a little, yes, but far sweeter and intimate. He feels his fiancé hard and throbbing beneath the towel and deliberately presses up on the ball of one foot so his hips grind firmly against Adam’s. Wanting him to feel as much as Shiro can.
The pool’s not in his mind anymore; it just took one movement of Adam’s hands reaching towards the towel on his hips for Shiro’s eyes to plunge straight down. Like weights suddenly hung on his gaze. And he’s rewarded for it. Shiro’s breath visibly catches in his throat when Adam tugs the towel off his hips, revealing the attractive V of his pelvic lines and his prominent arousal finally free of its confines. He swallows once and reminds himself to breathe. “Think?” What where they talking about again…? Oh, right. The pool.
Shiro blinks and tugs his eyes back up, a pink rouge glowing on his face as Adam kisses him on the cheek. And goes right for the jugular. “You did that on purpose,” he murmurs before unknotting the towel about his own waist and pulling it off. It falls on the ground amid Adam’s discarded covering and Shiro captures his lover’s mouth in a heated kiss again. “Then lets get wet.” And breaks away to travel the short distance to the water’s edge before diving right in.
Fall down seven times, get up eight. Shiro may have failed, but he kept getting back up afterwards. While he may not have been able to give Adam concrete details about his time with the Galra, Adam could tell enough from what Shiro could tell him to want to hold Shiro tight and never let him go again. Adam will do whatever it takes to help Shiro become comfortable within his own skin again. He'll run his fingers, lips, everything he needs to over those marks, just to show Shiro that Adam will never think differently of him. They may have misplaced each other for some time, but they will never lose each other.
"Will you call me 'Daddy' then?" Adam asks. He means it jokingly, but now the thought of it runs through his head. Probably not something to talk about right now. For now, it'll stay as playful banter. Shiro's lips always feel warm against his. Adam feels his insides set aflame everytime they kiss and he wishes that they could keep kissing forever. But then he'd miss things like all the sounds that Shiro makes, and Adam figures that it's fine if they have to pause their kissing from time to time.
Adam's preference for men has always drifted towards those larger than him. During his attempts at moving on, all the men he saw were larger and more muscular. He's no slouch, but he knows what he likes. In the end, the always paled in comparison to Shiro. No matter when he's looked at his body, Adam always thought it was perfect. He knew his limitations, and Adam felt it was better to figure out how to get around them. He knows how to get men larger than him to fall flat on their backs. Shiro, fortunately enough, has the most experience. Most of that experience is not because of fighting, however. He groans louder, his voice echoing through the natatorium as he feels Shiro's hips grind against his own, their covered erections brushing against each other. He has half a mind to say forget the pool, let's get right into what they came in here for.
But he's not about to let Shiro get the upper hand here.
He can feel the weight of Shiro's gaze on his hands as he reaches for the towel around his hips. He tilts his hips teasingly as his fingers deftly undo the towel. There's only the slightest pause before the towel is dropped, baring himself in all his glory for Shiro to see. His cock stands proud, and a slight shake of his hips has it swaying in the air. He knows he got the upper hand here when Shiro blushes at his kiss and comment.
"You love it," he whispers back, his own eyes darting downwards to see Shiro's towel disappear. It's a sight he will never tire of, Shiro's body bare for him to see. He's so focused on it that he doesn't notice Shiro close the distance between their lips once more, capturing his lips in a kiss. He groans into it, reaching to place a hand on Shiro's waist when the kiss is broken far too quickly.
He watches dumbly as Shiro walks to the water's edge and dives in, before muttering to himself.
"You did that on purpose..."
Adam makes his way to the edge of the pool before diving in as well, looking to catch up to his lover.
Call him ‘Daddy’. Shiro’s still thinking about that as the cool water envelops his body in a wet film. From his fingers up his arms to his head and further down all over him. There’s no suit to block his skin from the water; its purity licks over every swell and molds to each crevasse. It feels clean. He arches under the water, pulling out of the dive’s trailing flurry of white bubbles. Arms and legs held together during the plunge separate and Shiro lazily turns around to float in the water, white bangs flickering above his forehead like a little ash-colored flame. Maybe he should call Adam ‘Daddy’ just to see the kind of reaction he’d get.
He finds his fiancé in the water, smiling gently as he watches the man’s dive and movements in the pool. That blue glow turns his tan skin into a strange purple hint, but he looks a beautiful as ever. Shiro can’t say he’s ever had a true ‘type’ he found himself drawn towards. Only that the three main men in his life (Adam, Keith, and Lance) were smaller than him, but strong. He really doesn’t think he can say the same of the Galra… But without the memories, he can push that thought to the side without much focus. Shiro knows he likes being with people who like him back. That’s easy enough. But even more than that, no one he had been with could replace Adam. There was none like him. His eyes, his hair, his build, his colors, his attitude and character, all the things that attracted Shiro to him. Back then. And now.
True, they could’ve just tossed the pool and dropped with their towels. That was their purpose for coming here after all. But as he drifts in the water, Shiro’s glad Adam went for the pool. It’s been a while since he’s swam. Adam looks amazing like this, moving within the water much like the zero G of space. He takes in the sight of his arms and legs, how the definitions of his torso and back ripple as he swims. Of course, there’s that impressive piece of his man that Shiro can’t stop his eyes from wandering towards. Standing proud and hard between his thighs, every detail of Adam’s cock still branded in Shiro flesh even after their two year separation. He’s never forgotten his shape, his taste, just what he can do to him with his passion.
Yeah, totally did that on purpose.
When Adam catches up to him, Shiro’s fond gaze (okay… doe-eyed puppy eyes) sharpens into something competitive, his smile turning competitive. Before quickly jellyfishing his arms and legs and kicking away from the other man right before Adam actually reaches him. He twists in the water and strikes out with his arms and legs, swimming powerfully through the blue. Shiro is not a graceful swimmer, but he’s strong and makes good headway. Of course, that’s nothing compared to Lance; that young man knows the water like people walk on land. Every time Shiro does go for a swim, he regrets not having time to take some lessons from the Cuban. Turning, he adopts a rocky backstroke so he can watch Adam, seeing if he’s giving chase or hanging back.
Call him "Daddy" and see what happens Shiro. As the elder in this relationship, Adam has no problem with making sure his authority is respected by taking the almost seven-year-old over his knee for a good spanking. But only if Shiro has been a bad boy. This is all, hypothetically speaking, what might happen if Shiro decides to call Adam "Daddy". It'll get a reaction not like anything Shiro has quite seen before from his lover.
The water welcomes his warmly. He might not have an affinity for the water like Lance, but he feels comfort from it. He can't see as clearly without his glasses, but he can still see Shiro through the water, his body dyed blue by the water around them. It's almost ethereal, looking at Shiro through this lens. Before Kerberos, Adam couldn't even believe that Shiro had chosen to marry him, let along be with him the first place. And now they're back together and Adam still can't believe that all this real, not when Shiro looks the way he does now.
His gaze works its way up Shiro's body, pausing far longer than necessary on the cock that stands proud between his legs. While he does love it, the size and shape and weight of it when it rests in his hands and mouth and anywhere else Shiro wants to put it, it's far from being the thing that Adam loves most about his fiance. That would have to be his eyes. He swears that he could spend all day looking into them, seeing far more stars than he ever could from looking at the nigh sky.
But then there's moments like these, when Shiro's gaze grows competitive. That was always something that Adam enjoyed about their relationship, that no matter what they weren't afraid to compete against each other. It doesn't surprise him when Shiro starts to swim away, using the strength in his arms and legs to give him a head start that leads Adam to eat his dust.
"Oh, it's on," Adam thinks to himself as he chases after his lover. His own arms power through the water, quickly adopting a more serious stroke than the casual one he was using to propel himself through the water. He's not going to stop until he has Shiro in his grasp.
He might just consider doing that later. Though he’d laugh at the “elder” comment, it’s not like Adam’s lying. Even with Shiro being a leap year boy. He’s always respected and trusted Adam, as a friend, a comrade, a partner, a lover, even a leader during certain missions. Though he’d definitely be red-faced at getting bent over his lover’s knee and spanked… (Honestly, when is Shiro a ‘bad’ boy?) He’ll be surprised; that’s assured.
There are many times when Shiro finds himself silently gazing at the other man. From the corner of his eye on the bridge to the starlit night beside him in their bed. Reflecting on the memories of the past, how Adam looked when Shiro first saw him at the Garrison, his voice as they spoke of dreams and aspirations, the bitter feelings shared before they parted contrasting with the tenderness of their love before. And now, the sheer disbelief that he really was back. Sometimes afraid to breathe or even close his eyes, terrified that this might all end up being nothing more than a deep dream. But even that terror is swept aside by the love Adam fills him with. Shiro doesn’t think he deserves someone like Adam, and yet, he’s eternally grateful that the man has given him all that he has. From his attention to his time to his love.
And of course, that perverted side… Shiro is, after all, still a younger man. Seeing Adam’s naked figure illuminated in blue and crystal clear beneath the water is a tantalizing sight. His hair drifts about his handsome face, his cock wavering in the water between his thighs, the weightlessness of his muscles shifting under his flesh. God he wants to touch him and hold him… but there will be time for that later. Time for Shiro to gaze down at the man he loves and admire all the individual parts of him that he loves. Can he pick a favorite part? Hm… It’s not a question he wants to try and answer, but he won’t give the cliché “All” just to duck out of it. He'll have to think on it if he wants to bother coming up with a response. There are, of course, so many things that he likes.
Not that he’s looking at him now! Speeding away from the other man with powerful strokes and kicks, Shiro barely throws his head over his shoulder to catch Adam striking out towards him. “Whoa!” He’s really coming after him! It fills his chest with excitement and challenge. Competing with Adam is a thrill. Swimming for the other side of the pool, Shiro has to keep his senses sharp to hear and feel (if he can) just how close Adam’s getting. But the wall’s also closing in and the Black Paladin quickly comes abreast with it. Hands clap to the pool rim and he hauls himself up for a deep breath. Then promptly “cheats” and pulls himself right out of the pool.
Considering what Adam does, he’s going to twist around and dive right back in, fully intending to jump over his lover and make for the opposite end of the pool again.
For all that Adam may joke around Shiro's "actual" age, that does not mean he has any less respect for the other man. On the contrary, there's no one out there that Adam respects more. Whether it's as a leader and mission partner or as a friend and lover, there's no one that Adam would have at his side to listen to for guidance. But all things considered, it's because of that amount of respect that he'd also have no problem with bending his lover over and spanking that rear end. (Adam has a list, if Shiro wants to see it.) Just like how he trusts Shiro to tell him when he's wrong, he just as well will be around to show Shiro when he's wrong.
You wouldn't be hard-pressed to find a time when Adam isn't looking Shiro's way. Even before his time in space, there was something about Shiro that always drew the eyes of people around him. Whether it was from his passion as he spoke about his dreams, his style of leadership, or his good looks. Adam knows that it was all three that drew his gaze at one point or another. Adam is still in disbelief that Shiro is back at his side as well. At night, when Shiro is asleep, Adam finds himself awake, and just holding onto his lover and looking over his body, just to reassure him that he's here. That he's here, and alive, and with him once again. Adam doesn't know who to thank for this, but Adam will say it until the day he dies.
Likewise, Adam can still be considered a young man himself. Shiro's body, bare and glistening with water and lit up with the lights from beneath the water is a sight to see. Seeing Shiro's body slightly distorted from the water makes Adam want to take his time looking his body all over again, seeing what changes the water brings and how that differs from what Adam remembers from his explorations of Shiro's body, memorizing the new changes from his time in space. Adam has always been more tactile with his learning, and would love to feel his body to compare. But first, he needs to catch his lover.
It's always funny, in hindsight, how competitive Adam feels when going against Shiro. No one else has ever managed to pull that side out of him, at least not to this extent. If it was anyone else, Adam would surely have swam quickly, but at a more enjoyable pace. But with Shiro? He raced towards him as though he was competing in the Olympics. The only thing slowing him down is how often he lifts his head to catch sight of the other man, wanting to make sure he's catching up to him but not close enough that he'd get hit with an errant kick as his lover races away from him. On one of his final peeks, he sees Shiro reach the wall and that puts him in a final bit of energy to speed up, intending to trap him against the wall. Of course, Shiro never intended to make things easy.
The lack of body against the wall doesn't phase him. Instead, he expected it and reaches up out of the pool and grabs Shiro's ankle. He lightly tugs at the leg, making Shiro aware that he's been caught.
Between panting breaths, he's looking up at Shiro, triumphant smile on his face, "Don't think I didn't expect this, Takashi."
Though age often plays an aspect into respect, Shiro would never base his respect off someone’s age. He’s seen younger men with more credibility and maturity than older veterans. Of course, he’s seen plenty of youths with very disrespectful attitudes and actions. Adam holds a special respect in Shiro’s heart. The man’s bravery and skill are impressive, his focus and drive indomitable, and his maturity is… well, both he and Shiro had some work on ‘maturity’ when it came to their relationship. They did have that big row and breakup before. But yes, Adam is more mature than many of the pilots and soldiers in the Garrison, and Shiro’s not just saying that from a lover’s bias. Adam’s earned every shred of respect the ex-slave holds for him. Likewise, he has no desire for anyone other than Adam to be by his side as a lover and partner. Even if some of that entails embarrassing situations… (And yes, he wants to see that list, even if he ends up flushing, face-palming, and flat-facing at his boyfriend.)
He's doing none of that now as he watches his lover glide through the water like a knife. It’s only a short time between when Shiro hauls himself out of the pool and turns to ready himself for another dive to avoid Adam. But it’s long enough. He can’t help it; seeing the man’s naked body outlined in the wake of his stroke is breathtaking. From the rise of his tan shoulders to the way his hair hangs in front of his eyes as he lifts up for a breath to the powerful motions of Adam’s athletically-muscular arms and legs. Even the foam of the water splashing can’t detract from his lover’s handsome shape. God, he’s missed him so much… His touch, his voice, the feel of his body against his own. A body he’d at one point memorized intimately. A body he now feels like he needs to relearn all over again…
The moment’s over and he shifts forward, ready to dive with one heel lifting and bracing on the ball of his foot—“Gah!” Shiro wobbles as a hand suddenly slaps over the rim of the pool and catches him around the ankle, slopping water all over his feet and the ground. He quickly throws his arms back so he doesn’t end up face-planting into the water, and ends up leaning back on his heel. A miffed smile plays on his lips as he looks down at Adam’s victorious lurking in the water, tethered to his lover by a long, strong arm. The tug to his leg earns a small laugh as his foot slips over the edge of the pool, leaving him balancing on his other leg a little. “Damn, you caught me,” he murmurs, sculpted torso still flexing and relaxing with his heavy breaths. That smile… Adam’s handsome face never once fails to capture Shiro’s heart.
Sighing in defeat, Shiro tugs his leg back onto the pool rim and then crouches down, balancing on the balls of his feet and toes as his knees splay to give him a place to rest his elbows on his knees. Of course he’s well aware he’s giving Adam a clear shot right to his still-rock-hard dick and hanging balls, but it’s nothing the man’s not seen before. Shiro leaves Adam to hold onto him all he wants as he reaches down and combs his fingers through his lover’s wet heat, tousling it playfully. “You always had a way of predicting me. Guess the spoils go to the hunter, hm?”
The old adage comes into play here: age is but a number. Even if Adam didn't spend a good deal of time with a six-year-old, then having trained the MFE pilots and fought with the Voltron pilots would have shown him that there are youth out there who deserve just as much respect as the adults. And there were the higher ups in the Garrison, who refused to listen to the advice given who caused lives to needlessly be lost (his own almost included in the death toll). But that is one of the best things about their relationship. They are adults, but the level of comfort they have with one another lets them be more immature when dealing with one another. When they were younger, their immaturity did lead to their relationship ending, but they've certainly grown up from that. In spite of everything, Shiro is the most mature person that Adam knows and has earned every feeling that Adam has for him. There is no one else he would rather have by his side. (He'll show him the list, and they'll have a good laugh in the end before Adam presses a loving kiss to his boyfriend's red face.)
There's a shift of his grip, not enough so that Shiro could slip out, but just enough so that he can retain his balance and not fall down. He doesn't want Shiro to fall, backwards and he could end up cracking his skull on the concrete and forwards and he could end up landing on Adam. Both options lead towards a fun night ending up being not so fun. But there's no falling, only proud victory as Shiro admits defeat. "Damn right I did," he replies back, breath still a little short from how hard he had to swim to catch his prey. He hasn't worked this hard to catch Shiro since the first time he decided that this man would be his and his alone.
Adam's smile shifts as Shiro does. There's a certain sharpness to it when he gets a clear view of Shiro's well-endowed cock, rock hard and swaying in front of him. Certainly nothing he hasn't seen before, but still a sight that Adam could never tire of, something he can look at forever. Adam's thumb brushes against Shiro's ankle, soothingly, and he hums as Shiro runs his fingers through his hair, feeling it move around. It's relaxing, the perfect way to come down from the thrill of the hunt.
"No one knows you better," he says closing his eyes briefly, enjoying this moment. But when he reopens his eyes, they're focused on Shiro's face, taking him in once more. "And I'll take my prize," Adam continues. The hand around Shiro's ankle lets go, but the severed connection between them is only brief. One hand presses against the rim of the pool and he uses it to push himself upward, while the other hand shoots upward, resting on Shiro's shoulder as Adam closes the distance between them and brings Shiro in for a kiss. The kiss is light, for the moment, but hidden behind it is the searing desire that Adam has for Shiro. He's caught what he wants and Adam is going to take him.
They are adults, and they can enjoy things that adults can, see things differently than some of the more hot-headed youths running around now. But at the same time, like Adam feels, Shiro’s glad that he and his lover can behave like kids every now and then. Be immature, have a fight, tease each other, go skinny dipping in the locked-but-still-public pool without worrying about getting caught. He knows they had their immaturity to blame for their break up, both stubbornness and selfishness, but even that can be mellowed in time. Yes, they’ve grown up. Even though it’s only been two years, he can tell Adam’s grown. Both in his skills and his maturity. And in other areas as well, as that naked body in front of him is blatantly attesting to… Shiro won’t say he’s the most mature person he knows, but he’s well aware he’s not some cocky, selfish brat.
Not anymore.
Shiro breathes out as the grip on his body shifts and he focuses on keeping his balance while Adam holds onto him. He’s not going to fall. That would be a pretty bad interruption to this moment. Though if he falls forward, at least he’ll land in the water and on top of Adam. Neither are bad places to fall. A soft chuckle rumbles in his chest and Shiro threads his fingers through his lover’s brown hair, playing with the rich, wet strands. “You did,” he agrees again, ears loving the sound of Adam’s shorter breath. It reminds him of so many things, from playing basketball in the Garrison as teenagers to those heated nights biting pillows and fisting sheets.
He feels relaxed and safe even though he’s naked in front of his lover. Adam’s never once averted his gaze despite the “wreck” Shiro sometimes feels he returned to the man as. He left Adam an expert pilot, secretly to be crippled with illness, and came back devoid of illness, but broken, used, and scarred. Adam had every right to turn from him and leave… but he didn’t. He stayed, looked, touched, loved… sometimes such affection hits Shiro in the heart and gut harder than he wants to admit. But… he’s never once not be grateful for it.
A thumb brushes his ankle and Shiro shivers gently at the soothing touch, the thin, sensitive skin over the bone tingling in the wake of Adam’s touch. “No one,” he agrees again. Only to blink out of the romantic glaze when the pilot says something about prize. Oh crap! He forgot! The hand on his ankle trades for the rim of the pool and one of Shiro’s muscular shoulders. Like a mythical merman Adonis bursting from the waves; that’s what the Paladin thinks of as Adam shoves up through the water and over the rim of the pool, sluicing liquid all over Shiro’s legs and hips as he’s pulled down for a kiss. He leans into it without hesitation, eyes closing as he feels Adam’s burning desire for him nigh-glowing against his face and neck. Caught… addicted… and wanting. Wanting to be taken by the man who’s captured him heart and all.
Shiro wraps his arm around Adam’s shoulders and upper back, pulling him into the kiss as well as he deepens it, a low groan of desire building in his throat. He finally breaks the kiss, only enough to get his words out, lips brushing over his lover’s as he speaks. “Where?” Here on the tiles beside the pool or in the water itself?
Likewise, Adam can see that the time apart has helped Shiro grow. They can now talk about what's bothering them, rather than just assume the other can understand. For as much time as they have spent together, they are still two separate people. They have different thoughts and thought processes.
Adam isn't so sure that being the cushion to Shiro's fall is all that good. While he is definitely used to Shiro being on top of him, both from fighting against one another and from their more intimate activities, Shiro is still heavy. But in the end, if he had to, he would let Shiro fall on him a million times if it meant that Shiro could be safer. His breath is coming back to him, but his smile is strong as ever as that touch works through his wet hair. There was always a fascination of with those hands, how they can do so much, and yet feel so soft--
There was never any option to not accept Shiro once he returned. He let him get away once without telling him everything he felt, and Adam wasn't about to let him slip away again. Shiro was never a wreck. His body showed off everything the man went through and survived. While he would definitely wish over and over again that Shiro did not have to go through everything he did, he would not stop thanking his body for carrying him through it. He relearned Shiro's body to show him that he won't turn away from, not now, not ever.
He groans into the kiss as Shiro helps hold him up, feeling the warmth from Shiro's body be countered from the coolness of the water still coating their bodies. Adam can swear that the heat from them is enough to turn the water covering them into steam, masking their actions from any prying eyes who also felt that a midnight swim sounded like a good idea.
Adam lets his tongue brush against Shiro's lips as he pulls away, eyes lidded as he looks at his lover. They only have so much time together before this private moment before it has to end. He considers the possibilities, before only one thing becomes clear to him.
"Water," he says, slowly letting go of Shiro so that the man can come into the water with him.
It wouldn’t be the first time the man’s held his weight. All those muscles plus a metal arm. But there are only a few people who Shiro would trust to hold him up as much as Adam. Still, he isn’t planning on falling on the man a million times. That would be… well… boring. And stupid. A light smile comes back to his lips as he listens to Adam get his wind back, the happy expression on his boyfriend’s face filling him with a warmth that had been so very rare for so long. Carding his fingers back through the man’s hair, he lets his thumb play with the other man’s forehead, tracing his hairline, his eyebrows, simply enjoying touching him.
Warmth stoked in his chest builds into a heat he can’t deny as lips find his own once again. It’s so tempting to just fall back onto the floor and pull Adam atop him, but he gave the man a choice. If they’re going to turn the water into steam, well… Shiro really hopes no one’s going to be attempting to same “sneak into the closed pool after hours” sort of deal he and Adam already enacted. The door’s locked and the glass is darkened, so hopefully that’ll keep any potential prying eyes away.
Shiro groans a little in protest as Adam’s tongue slips from his own, leaving a glassy thread between them and the man’s taste lingering on his lips. His own eyes lid halfway, heavy with arousal and pupils slightly blown from lust. Maybe they do only have a short time, but to hell with it. He’s going to enjoy what they can wrangle from it. A single word answer is all he needs and he lightly nudges Adam’s strong chest with his shin. As his boyfriend backs away from the edge of the pool, Shiro catches hold of the rim and slips his legs into the water. One push and arch is all it takes to plunge back into the blue.
He sinks down to his chest, bobs for a moment, then drifts forward, bringing himself to Adam’s position in the water. Blindly he searches under the rippling surface, eventually finding the man’s hand with his own. Metal fingers interlace with Adam’s flesh and Shiro pulls them together with the touch. Treading water just ends up rubbing their knees and legs together and he offers the man a cool smile before throwing his flesh arm around his lover’s shoulder and pulling him into a kiss. Water closes over their heads as Shiro sinks with him, tangling his legs together with Adam’s and grinding his naked body flush with the other man’s.
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Date: 2019-11-03 09:33 pm (UTC)“A little over six and a half,” Shiro returns through a smile. “You could be my father.” Hey, if Adam’s going to joke at his expense, he’ll do the same right back. The banter never fails to lift him up, reminding him of his boyfriend’s teases from before. Adam’s lips settle against his own, setting the edges of his mouth alight with soft tingles of warmth. He leans in, wanting to feel more of his kiss, and reluctantly breaks it when the time comes to keep talking. Or groaning. That sound from his fiancé’s lips dives into his ears and Shiro holds onto it jealously.
He may be broader in shoulder and larger in sculpture, but Adam’s body is no less impressive. Shiro has seen several men, both human and alien, and none of them are as gorgeous in his eyes as the man in front of him. His lover’s training has paid off amazingly, the scars he’s gained from his survival and efforts all the more proof that Adam is incredible. Shiro’s not one to back down on topple, but it doesn’t take much for Adam to get the Palain on his back. Embarrassing a little, yes, but far sweeter and intimate. He feels his fiancé hard and throbbing beneath the towel and deliberately presses up on the ball of one foot so his hips grind firmly against Adam’s. Wanting him to feel as much as Shiro can.
The pool’s not in his mind anymore; it just took one movement of Adam’s hands reaching towards the towel on his hips for Shiro’s eyes to plunge straight down. Like weights suddenly hung on his gaze. And he’s rewarded for it. Shiro’s breath visibly catches in his throat when Adam tugs the towel off his hips, revealing the attractive V of his pelvic lines and his prominent arousal finally free of its confines. He swallows once and reminds himself to breathe. “Think?” What where they talking about again…? Oh, right. The pool.
Shiro blinks and tugs his eyes back up, a pink rouge glowing on his face as Adam kisses him on the cheek. And goes right for the jugular. “You did that on purpose,” he murmurs before unknotting the towel about his own waist and pulling it off. It falls on the ground amid Adam’s discarded covering and Shiro captures his lover’s mouth in a heated kiss again. “Then lets get wet.” And breaks away to travel the short distance to the water’s edge before diving right in.
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Date: 2019-11-04 01:58 am (UTC)"Will you call me 'Daddy' then?" Adam asks. He means it jokingly, but now the thought of it runs through his head. Probably not something to talk about right now. For now, it'll stay as playful banter. Shiro's lips always feel warm against his. Adam feels his insides set aflame everytime they kiss and he wishes that they could keep kissing forever. But then he'd miss things like all the sounds that Shiro makes, and Adam figures that it's fine if they have to pause their kissing from time to time.
Adam's preference for men has always drifted towards those larger than him. During his attempts at moving on, all the men he saw were larger and more muscular. He's no slouch, but he knows what he likes. In the end, the always paled in comparison to Shiro. No matter when he's looked at his body, Adam always thought it was perfect. He knew his limitations, and Adam felt it was better to figure out how to get around them. He knows how to get men larger than him to fall flat on their backs. Shiro, fortunately enough, has the most experience. Most of that experience is not because of fighting, however. He groans louder, his voice echoing through the natatorium as he feels Shiro's hips grind against his own, their covered erections brushing against each other. He has half a mind to say forget the pool, let's get right into what they came in here for.
But he's not about to let Shiro get the upper hand here.
He can feel the weight of Shiro's gaze on his hands as he reaches for the towel around his hips. He tilts his hips teasingly as his fingers deftly undo the towel. There's only the slightest pause before the towel is dropped, baring himself in all his glory for Shiro to see. His cock stands proud, and a slight shake of his hips has it swaying in the air. He knows he got the upper hand here when Shiro blushes at his kiss and comment.
"You love it," he whispers back, his own eyes darting downwards to see Shiro's towel disappear. It's a sight he will never tire of, Shiro's body bare for him to see. He's so focused on it that he doesn't notice Shiro close the distance between their lips once more, capturing his lips in a kiss. He groans into it, reaching to place a hand on Shiro's waist when the kiss is broken far too quickly.
He watches dumbly as Shiro walks to the water's edge and dives in, before muttering to himself.
"You did that on purpose..."
Adam makes his way to the edge of the pool before diving in as well, looking to catch up to his lover.
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Date: 2019-11-05 01:40 am (UTC)He finds his fiancé in the water, smiling gently as he watches the man’s dive and movements in the pool. That blue glow turns his tan skin into a strange purple hint, but he looks a beautiful as ever. Shiro can’t say he’s ever had a true ‘type’ he found himself drawn towards. Only that the three main men in his life (Adam, Keith, and Lance) were smaller than him, but strong. He really doesn’t think he can say the same of the Galra… But without the memories, he can push that thought to the side without much focus. Shiro knows he likes being with people who like him back. That’s easy enough. But even more than that, no one he had been with could replace Adam. There was none like him. His eyes, his hair, his build, his colors, his attitude and character, all the things that attracted Shiro to him. Back then. And now.
True, they could’ve just tossed the pool and dropped with their towels. That was their purpose for coming here after all. But as he drifts in the water, Shiro’s glad Adam went for the pool. It’s been a while since he’s swam. Adam looks amazing like this, moving within the water much like the zero G of space. He takes in the sight of his arms and legs, how the definitions of his torso and back ripple as he swims. Of course, there’s that impressive piece of his man that Shiro can’t stop his eyes from wandering towards. Standing proud and hard between his thighs, every detail of Adam’s cock still branded in Shiro flesh even after their two year separation. He’s never forgotten his shape, his taste, just what he can do to him with his passion.
Yeah, totally did that on purpose.
When Adam catches up to him, Shiro’s fond gaze (okay… doe-eyed puppy eyes) sharpens into something competitive, his smile turning competitive. Before quickly jellyfishing his arms and legs and kicking away from the other man right before Adam actually reaches him. He twists in the water and strikes out with his arms and legs, swimming powerfully through the blue. Shiro is not a graceful swimmer, but he’s strong and makes good headway. Of course, that’s nothing compared to Lance; that young man knows the water like people walk on land. Every time Shiro does go for a swim, he regrets not having time to take some lessons from the Cuban. Turning, he adopts a rocky backstroke so he can watch Adam, seeing if he’s giving chase or hanging back.
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Date: 2019-11-10 08:26 pm (UTC)The water welcomes his warmly. He might not have an affinity for the water like Lance, but he feels comfort from it. He can't see as clearly without his glasses, but he can still see Shiro through the water, his body dyed blue by the water around them. It's almost ethereal, looking at Shiro through this lens. Before Kerberos, Adam couldn't even believe that Shiro had chosen to marry him, let along be with him the first place. And now they're back together and Adam still can't believe that all this real, not when Shiro looks the way he does now.
His gaze works its way up Shiro's body, pausing far longer than necessary on the cock that stands proud between his legs. While he does love it, the size and shape and weight of it when it rests in his hands and mouth and anywhere else Shiro wants to put it, it's far from being the thing that Adam loves most about his fiance. That would have to be his eyes. He swears that he could spend all day looking into them, seeing far more stars than he ever could from looking at the nigh sky.
But then there's moments like these, when Shiro's gaze grows competitive. That was always something that Adam enjoyed about their relationship, that no matter what they weren't afraid to compete against each other. It doesn't surprise him when Shiro starts to swim away, using the strength in his arms and legs to give him a head start that leads Adam to eat his dust.
"Oh, it's on," Adam thinks to himself as he chases after his lover. His own arms power through the water, quickly adopting a more serious stroke than the casual one he was using to propel himself through the water. He's not going to stop until he has Shiro in his grasp.
And then he'll take his reward for catching him.
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Date: 2019-11-13 04:43 am (UTC)There are many times when Shiro finds himself silently gazing at the other man. From the corner of his eye on the bridge to the starlit night beside him in their bed. Reflecting on the memories of the past, how Adam looked when Shiro first saw him at the Garrison, his voice as they spoke of dreams and aspirations, the bitter feelings shared before they parted contrasting with the tenderness of their love before. And now, the sheer disbelief that he really was back. Sometimes afraid to breathe or even close his eyes, terrified that this might all end up being nothing more than a deep dream. But even that terror is swept aside by the love Adam fills him with. Shiro doesn’t think he deserves someone like Adam, and yet, he’s eternally grateful that the man has given him all that he has. From his attention to his time to his love.
And of course, that perverted side… Shiro is, after all, still a younger man. Seeing Adam’s naked figure illuminated in blue and crystal clear beneath the water is a tantalizing sight. His hair drifts about his handsome face, his cock wavering in the water between his thighs, the weightlessness of his muscles shifting under his flesh. God he wants to touch him and hold him… but there will be time for that later. Time for Shiro to gaze down at the man he loves and admire all the individual parts of him that he loves. Can he pick a favorite part? Hm… It’s not a question he wants to try and answer, but he won’t give the cliché “All” just to duck out of it. He'll have to think on it if he wants to bother coming up with a response. There are, of course, so many things that he likes.
Not that he’s looking at him now! Speeding away from the other man with powerful strokes and kicks, Shiro barely throws his head over his shoulder to catch Adam striking out towards him. “Whoa!” He’s really coming after him! It fills his chest with excitement and challenge. Competing with Adam is a thrill. Swimming for the other side of the pool, Shiro has to keep his senses sharp to hear and feel (if he can) just how close Adam’s getting. But the wall’s also closing in and the Black Paladin quickly comes abreast with it. Hands clap to the pool rim and he hauls himself up for a deep breath. Then promptly “cheats” and pulls himself right out of the pool.
Considering what Adam does, he’s going to twist around and dive right back in, fully intending to jump over his lover and make for the opposite end of the pool again.
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Date: 2019-11-25 11:08 pm (UTC)You wouldn't be hard-pressed to find a time when Adam isn't looking Shiro's way. Even before his time in space, there was something about Shiro that always drew the eyes of people around him. Whether it was from his passion as he spoke about his dreams, his style of leadership, or his good looks. Adam knows that it was all three that drew his gaze at one point or another. Adam is still in disbelief that Shiro is back at his side as well. At night, when Shiro is asleep, Adam finds himself awake, and just holding onto his lover and looking over his body, just to reassure him that he's here. That he's here, and alive, and with him once again. Adam doesn't know who to thank for this, but Adam will say it until the day he dies.
Likewise, Adam can still be considered a young man himself. Shiro's body, bare and glistening with water and lit up with the lights from beneath the water is a sight to see. Seeing Shiro's body slightly distorted from the water makes Adam want to take his time looking his body all over again, seeing what changes the water brings and how that differs from what Adam remembers from his explorations of Shiro's body, memorizing the new changes from his time in space. Adam has always been more tactile with his learning, and would love to feel his body to compare. But first, he needs to catch his lover.
It's always funny, in hindsight, how competitive Adam feels when going against Shiro. No one else has ever managed to pull that side out of him, at least not to this extent. If it was anyone else, Adam would surely have swam quickly, but at a more enjoyable pace. But with Shiro? He raced towards him as though he was competing in the Olympics. The only thing slowing him down is how often he lifts his head to catch sight of the other man, wanting to make sure he's catching up to him but not close enough that he'd get hit with an errant kick as his lover races away from him. On one of his final peeks, he sees Shiro reach the wall and that puts him in a final bit of energy to speed up, intending to trap him against the wall. Of course, Shiro never intended to make things easy.
The lack of body against the wall doesn't phase him. Instead, he expected it and reaches up out of the pool and grabs Shiro's ankle. He lightly tugs at the leg, making Shiro aware that he's been caught.
Between panting breaths, he's looking up at Shiro, triumphant smile on his face, "Don't think I didn't expect this, Takashi."
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Date: 2019-11-28 10:33 pm (UTC)He's doing none of that now as he watches his lover glide through the water like a knife. It’s only a short time between when Shiro hauls himself out of the pool and turns to ready himself for another dive to avoid Adam. But it’s long enough. He can’t help it; seeing the man’s naked body outlined in the wake of his stroke is breathtaking. From the rise of his tan shoulders to the way his hair hangs in front of his eyes as he lifts up for a breath to the powerful motions of Adam’s athletically-muscular arms and legs. Even the foam of the water splashing can’t detract from his lover’s handsome shape. God, he’s missed him so much… His touch, his voice, the feel of his body against his own. A body he’d at one point memorized intimately. A body he now feels like he needs to relearn all over again…
The moment’s over and he shifts forward, ready to dive with one heel lifting and bracing on the ball of his foot—“Gah!” Shiro wobbles as a hand suddenly slaps over the rim of the pool and catches him around the ankle, slopping water all over his feet and the ground. He quickly throws his arms back so he doesn’t end up face-planting into the water, and ends up leaning back on his heel. A miffed smile plays on his lips as he looks down at Adam’s victorious lurking in the water, tethered to his lover by a long, strong arm. The tug to his leg earns a small laugh as his foot slips over the edge of the pool, leaving him balancing on his other leg a little. “Damn, you caught me,” he murmurs, sculpted torso still flexing and relaxing with his heavy breaths. That smile… Adam’s handsome face never once fails to capture Shiro’s heart.
Sighing in defeat, Shiro tugs his leg back onto the pool rim and then crouches down, balancing on the balls of his feet and toes as his knees splay to give him a place to rest his elbows on his knees. Of course he’s well aware he’s giving Adam a clear shot right to his still-rock-hard dick and hanging balls, but it’s nothing the man’s not seen before. Shiro leaves Adam to hold onto him all he wants as he reaches down and combs his fingers through his lover’s wet heat, tousling it playfully. “You always had a way of predicting me. Guess the spoils go to the hunter, hm?”
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Date: 2020-01-05 01:59 am (UTC)There's a shift of his grip, not enough so that Shiro could slip out, but just enough so that he can retain his balance and not fall down. He doesn't want Shiro to fall, backwards and he could end up cracking his skull on the concrete and forwards and he could end up landing on Adam. Both options lead towards a fun night ending up being not so fun. But there's no falling, only proud victory as Shiro admits defeat. "Damn right I did," he replies back, breath still a little short from how hard he had to swim to catch his prey. He hasn't worked this hard to catch Shiro since the first time he decided that this man would be his and his alone.
Adam's smile shifts as Shiro does. There's a certain sharpness to it when he gets a clear view of Shiro's well-endowed cock, rock hard and swaying in front of him. Certainly nothing he hasn't seen before, but still a sight that Adam could never tire of, something he can look at forever. Adam's thumb brushes against Shiro's ankle, soothingly, and he hums as Shiro runs his fingers through his hair, feeling it move around. It's relaxing, the perfect way to come down from the thrill of the hunt.
"No one knows you better," he says closing his eyes briefly, enjoying this moment. But when he reopens his eyes, they're focused on Shiro's face, taking him in once more. "And I'll take my prize," Adam continues. The hand around Shiro's ankle lets go, but the severed connection between them is only brief. One hand presses against the rim of the pool and he uses it to push himself upward, while the other hand shoots upward, resting on Shiro's shoulder as Adam closes the distance between them and brings Shiro in for a kiss. The kiss is light, for the moment, but hidden behind it is the searing desire that Adam has for Shiro. He's caught what he wants and Adam is going to take him.
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Date: 2020-01-14 02:35 am (UTC)Not anymore.
Shiro breathes out as the grip on his body shifts and he focuses on keeping his balance while Adam holds onto him. He’s not going to fall. That would be a pretty bad interruption to this moment. Though if he falls forward, at least he’ll land in the water and on top of Adam. Neither are bad places to fall. A soft chuckle rumbles in his chest and Shiro threads his fingers through his lover’s brown hair, playing with the rich, wet strands. “You did,” he agrees again, ears loving the sound of Adam’s shorter breath. It reminds him of so many things, from playing basketball in the Garrison as teenagers to those heated nights biting pillows and fisting sheets.
He feels relaxed and safe even though he’s naked in front of his lover. Adam’s never once averted his gaze despite the “wreck” Shiro sometimes feels he returned to the man as. He left Adam an expert pilot, secretly to be crippled with illness, and came back devoid of illness, but broken, used, and scarred. Adam had every right to turn from him and leave… but he didn’t. He stayed, looked, touched, loved… sometimes such affection hits Shiro in the heart and gut harder than he wants to admit. But… he’s never once not be grateful for it.
A thumb brushes his ankle and Shiro shivers gently at the soothing touch, the thin, sensitive skin over the bone tingling in the wake of Adam’s touch. “No one,” he agrees again. Only to blink out of the romantic glaze when the pilot says something about prize. Oh crap! He forgot! The hand on his ankle trades for the rim of the pool and one of Shiro’s muscular shoulders. Like a mythical merman Adonis bursting from the waves; that’s what the Paladin thinks of as Adam shoves up through the water and over the rim of the pool, sluicing liquid all over Shiro’s legs and hips as he’s pulled down for a kiss. He leans into it without hesitation, eyes closing as he feels Adam’s burning desire for him nigh-glowing against his face and neck. Caught… addicted… and wanting. Wanting to be taken by the man who’s captured him heart and all.
Shiro wraps his arm around Adam’s shoulders and upper back, pulling him into the kiss as well as he deepens it, a low groan of desire building in his throat. He finally breaks the kiss, only enough to get his words out, lips brushing over his lover’s as he speaks. “Where?” Here on the tiles beside the pool or in the water itself?
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Date: 2020-01-24 04:51 am (UTC)Adam isn't so sure that being the cushion to Shiro's fall is all that good. While he is definitely used to Shiro being on top of him, both from fighting against one another and from their more intimate activities, Shiro is still heavy. But in the end, if he had to, he would let Shiro fall on him a million times if it meant that Shiro could be safer. His breath is coming back to him, but his smile is strong as ever as that touch works through his wet hair. There was always a fascination of with those hands, how they can do so much, and yet feel so soft--
There was never any option to not accept Shiro once he returned. He let him get away once without telling him everything he felt, and Adam wasn't about to let him slip away again. Shiro was never a wreck. His body showed off everything the man went through and survived. While he would definitely wish over and over again that Shiro did not have to go through everything he did, he would not stop thanking his body for carrying him through it. He relearned Shiro's body to show him that he won't turn away from, not now, not ever.
He groans into the kiss as Shiro helps hold him up, feeling the warmth from Shiro's body be countered from the coolness of the water still coating their bodies. Adam can swear that the heat from them is enough to turn the water covering them into steam, masking their actions from any prying eyes who also felt that a midnight swim sounded like a good idea.
Adam lets his tongue brush against Shiro's lips as he pulls away, eyes lidded as he looks at his lover. They only have so much time together before this private moment before it has to end. He considers the possibilities, before only one thing becomes clear to him.
"Water," he says, slowly letting go of Shiro so that the man can come into the water with him.
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Date: 2020-01-27 04:26 am (UTC)Warmth stoked in his chest builds into a heat he can’t deny as lips find his own once again. It’s so tempting to just fall back onto the floor and pull Adam atop him, but he gave the man a choice. If they’re going to turn the water into steam, well… Shiro really hopes no one’s going to be attempting to same “sneak into the closed pool after hours” sort of deal he and Adam already enacted. The door’s locked and the glass is darkened, so hopefully that’ll keep any potential prying eyes away.
Shiro groans a little in protest as Adam’s tongue slips from his own, leaving a glassy thread between them and the man’s taste lingering on his lips. His own eyes lid halfway, heavy with arousal and pupils slightly blown from lust. Maybe they do only have a short time, but to hell with it. He’s going to enjoy what they can wrangle from it. A single word answer is all he needs and he lightly nudges Adam’s strong chest with his shin. As his boyfriend backs away from the edge of the pool, Shiro catches hold of the rim and slips his legs into the water. One push and arch is all it takes to plunge back into the blue.
He sinks down to his chest, bobs for a moment, then drifts forward, bringing himself to Adam’s position in the water. Blindly he searches under the rippling surface, eventually finding the man’s hand with his own. Metal fingers interlace with Adam’s flesh and Shiro pulls them together with the touch. Treading water just ends up rubbing their knees and legs together and he offers the man a cool smile before throwing his flesh arm around his lover’s shoulder and pulling him into a kiss. Water closes over their heads as Shiro sinks with him, tangling his legs together with Adam’s and grinding his naked body flush with the other man’s.