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Keith Kogane X Reader

Word Count: 821

Category: Voltron

Inspiration/Thought Process: Keith is a fire, waiting to ignite. But first, let's stare into his eyes and sleep.

~Wildfire~

"Look at me again," you say softly, "please."

Keith obeys your small command, opening his eyes to look into your own (E/c) ones. His arms wrap around your waist to pull you closer to his warm body, the heat coming off him in soft waves beneath soft blankets made you feel as if he was a guardian of some kind. Someone special to help and protect you from any and all outside forces. To keep you warm. Keep you safe.

With this much closer personal view, you were easily able to stare directly into his stunning orbs.

Oh, those eyes~

Magnificent eyes created from unique clouds of darkly sprinkled stardust. An astounding array of swirling soft violet, much like that of the countless galaxies orbiting around both of you at this very moment. They were indescribable and the more you looked into them the more you felt yourself being endlessly sucked in.

You felt utterly trapped, like a bird in a cave, by his unworldly warm gaze.

"Why," he started to ask softly, "do you enjoy doing this so much? Are you looking for something?"

You simply smiled, your hand automatically placing itself upon his smooth cheek. It had begun to flush involuntarily from your intense gaze. You could see him lean ever so slightly into the touch, though he would never admit to doing so.

"I enjoy looking into your eyes because...," your words trailed off. It wasn't easy to explain why you were so infatuated with them. You just were.

"Because I am reminded where we are in a sense. Your eyes remind me of home. Of our own galaxy, the Milky Way. And even though we are more than a few thousand miles away, when I look into your eyes I forget everything else. I think about nothing but our home, planet Earth. I feel as if we are there right now."

His expression softened at your pure and innocent answer, that was always in some way enlightening. Black locks shifting to slightly obscure his eyes when he moved forward. His warm lips pressing gently upon yours. An act of simplicity...at first.

This lit a giant fire deep within your very soul. His lips gasoline, yours the spark. Together it ignited a hot fire of great height and severity. You could never get enough of him which also went for him.

Eyes described in your mind, and lips alight with a dangerous fire. It seemed this boy was destined to make you lose yourself but also burn bright while loving him so.

He let go of you, which shook your core, leaving you with nothing but wanting more and more of his divine wildfire. Never had anybody wanted so badly to be burned and scorched in ways like this. You wanted him to leave marks upon your skin. Leave paths of ash. Leave paths of scars that would remind you of his burning touch even when he won leave you.

Then like always, would come his intense gaze.

It would firstly set itself by looking at every single inch of your body and cool the burning sensation that ached your fragile state. It would replenish your soul and give it another taste of what it so desperately longed for.

Yes you longed for the fire to burn you in any way imaginable, but what you truly cherished with all your being was the, shall you say, 'Aftercare', you received.

You knew he sincerely loved you when he would wrap his arms around you and stare into your eyes for several minutes at a time. Looking for any signs that would tell him he had gone too far.

You would always reassure him that every noise you made had been you loving every second of it. And he would retaliate by saying your shrieks of ecstasy were very close to the edge of painful screams.

Knowing you wouldn't be able to calm his heart with words you just stared into his eyes while your fingertips danced along his sweaty pale skin. Pressing every once in a while, like a massage, which made him softly moan beside you.

He buried himself in the crook of your neck, wanting shelter and protection, something you gladly offered to him whenever he wanted it. It was because he rarely did so that you relished it so much. Basking in the glory of having this man kneel before you. Opening himself up for you to look at him.

All of him.

"I love you," he would whisper, just loud enough for only your ears to hear. His warm breath running atop your sensitive collarbone to create goosebumps.

"I love you too," you breathed out. Mind relaxing and drifting off.

He was your very own Wildfire.

~The End~