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[It's... it's been a while. That's really the only thought Keith can safely consider as the mission begins. The Blade and Voltron collaborate, of course, but they've been running in different parts of the galaxy, trying to maximize what resources they have. So it's been quite a while since he's seen the others, since he's been back to the Castle or even closer than a brief video call across the lightyears.

He's had a lot of time to think, really, a lot of time to himself to ruminate on thoughts that he tries his very best to bat away. Thoughts that are wrapped up in emotions and feelings that Keith doesn't really know how to untangle at all. Not surprising. It's never really been his strong suit. As intense as his emotions can be, as volatile, they tend to get the better of him rather than he of them. It's the same old story.

And maybe that's why, he realizes, he always reacted so strongly to Lance. It was too much, too complicated, to try to unravel the varying feelings the other boy drew out in him -- exasperation and confusion, sure, but something warmer and softer, in those rare and precious moments when they were drowning in their own manufactured tension. After some time apart he's finally realized where that tension comes from, on his side.

Which makes things way too complicated. Because how the hell is he supposed to deal with having feelings for Lance, falling for Lance, when Lance... well. When he's watched Lance literally flirt his way through the universe girl by girl. But here's Keith and his stupid traitor heart feeling this way anyway.

He's torn, therefore, when it's him and Lance sent off in the Red Lion on this particular joint mission. Part of him has missed the other so much it's a relief to see him again. Part of him is so twisted up that he doesn't know which way to go. So he focuses on the mission. He's quieter than usual, even. Focus. Keep to their orders, keep to what needs to be done. It's fine.

Until the whole thing goes south. They spring an old and unexpected trap -- a mine that emitted some sort of pulse that knocked most of Red's systems straight out. The landing hadn't been pretty, but Lance had managed to set it down in a way that didn't kill them at least. The planet, the outpost, is supposed to be abandoned, at least. Less good is how chilly is it, and with Red disabled, well, it's getting chillier and chillier. At least they've got the beacon working. Eventually help will come, but it could be a while. And in the meantime... they're alone.

Together.

Keith has gone for silence, because he doesn't know where to begin.]

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[If it makes Keith feel any better, Lance's face is a little pink as well.]

Is it really strange that after I kiss you and you know I like you to mention the other parts of you I like?

Kind of yeah. I don't really know how this goes.

[A shrug like it's really no big deal at all. But it's kind of a big deal. Keith isn't sure of himself in this arena.]

...I like your parts too though.

[This is how romance dies.]

You haven't seen all my parts yet.

[Eyebrow waggle, before Lance bursts out into laughter.]

S-sorry, I had to!

[Oh no wait. THAT is how romance dies.

Keith stares at Lance flatly for a moment like he can't believe that just came out of his mouth. Except he can't keep glowering when he's trying not to laugh. Because he's definitely trying not to laugh, shoulders shaking as he does his best to hold it in.]

You... really need to stop saying things. ...and kiss me more instead.

I can definitely do that. I mean, I gotta prove to you that my mouth can do more than say amazing things.

[He happily smushes their lips together again, taking his time in kissing Keith, as if they have all the time in the universe just to be enveloped in each other.]

[Keith starts to squawk about the fact that while Lance's mouth does indeed say many, many things, he's not sure he'd sum them up as amazing.

But then again. Well. Lance did say that he likes him and that's pretty amazing SO he can't exactly argue.

What he can do is kiss him back, leaning in to him.]

[He could do this all day, all night, and god, all he wants to do is flip off Kolivan and tell him that Keith is his now and drag him back to the castle ship.

(He'll figure out something, eventually, somehow, because he doesn't want to let this boy go.)

Lance keeps returning every kiss, blissful, unable to let go.]

[So Keith sees no reason to ever stop this. It's great. More of this all the time. Please. He murmurs a wordless but entirely pleased sound to Lance's lips, arms winding all the more securely around him. Good luck prying him off, Lance. He's not letting go. Not now anyway.

Eventually he can't quite help but sneak a little bite at Lance's lower lip into the kissing. Not his fault. He's sharp edged and half galra. These things are just what they are.]

Mnn...

[So, Lance decides already that he really likes the possible bitey side of Keith. So sue him. Just thinking of any marks that Keith might end up putting on him sometime is enough to make him shiver. Bites or scratches or-- Okay, maybe his mind is getting ahead of itself, but he can't help it.

He returns a little bite of his own before running his tongue along his lips, seeking entrance into his mouth.]

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[Well that's good, because it's not going anywhere. Keith is who he is, after all, no matter what arena he's in. Though romance is kind of new to him. Really new. He's going to fuck it up so badly.

He knows. God he knows he's going to fuck it up. But he'll try. That right there is the tagline for his life.

For now though kissing seems to be going well, actually And Keith's lips part, instinctively, and he very much wishes they weren't both currently decked out in full armored spacesuits. Oh well. At least they have kissing.]

[With that silent permission, Lance delves into his mouth, his tongue starting to explore and seeking out Keith's. It sounds the epitome of cliche and cheesy, but seriously, it's never felt this right, kissing someone.

...this stupid armor really is getting in the way of how he wants to touch him, though.]

[Keith's kissing experience is. Limited. Not non-existent. He's always been the weird awkward loner kid, but he was also talented and not entirely unattractive (he guesses) so. A kiss or two, here or there, short lived... god he's not even sure what they were... that never went anywhere.

Which means his experience runs out right about here. But he'll figure it out. Rely on instinct. It'll be fine.

Because it's Lance and this does feel right, and he doesn't want to stop. Not when he can let his tongue slip along Lance's for the first time and it sends a jolt straight through the whole of him, that Lance will no doubt feel, with Keith pressed as close as he is, armor or no.]

You know...

[He gives the chestpiece of Keith's armor a little rap with his knuckles.]

We're really in no danger here of getting shot at or attacked...

Are you suggesting we strip? While we're stranded on an alien planet? With rescue who knows how far out?

[...because Keith actually would be on board with that, but please confirm that is the suggestion on the table before he confirms or denies one way or another. Thank you.]

That. Is exactly what I'm suggesting. I mean, if you're up for it, of course. Red's gonna keep us safe in here, sooooooo...

[Puppy dog eyes?]

[Well okay. They are inside the lion. That's a good point. Pretty safe as places go. And they do have some downtime before rescue even gets close.

So.

Well.]

...yeah okay.

[Don't look at him that way Lance. God. It's not fair.]

[Sweeeeeeeeeet! Also, Lance isn't ashamed to use that expression to try and get what he wants, okay.

Keith's Blade armor is completely beyond his own comprehension, so instead, he starts to work at his own. The chestpiece and anything on his arms and hands are taken off first, dumped off to the side ceremoniously.]

[How dare you, Lance? Playing at his weaknesses like that? ...even worse is how quickly that's become a weakness. Now, Keith should be working at his own armor, but instead he's watching Lance.

Closely.

...what? He's interested. Let him be interested.

[If Keith made a similar face, Lance would be putty in his hands. Thankfully, Keith hasn't discovered that yet.

Lance undoes the rest of his armor, placing the leg pieces and boots in the pile. He stands now in only his tight black flight suit, then...blinks as he realizes Keith is fully dressed.]

Hey, you, uh, joining me?

[Keith is just here sort of biting at his lower lip, watching raptly. And uh. Wondering why Lance stops there. But oh right.

He blinks right back at him.

Oh.

Uh.]

...right. Sorry.

[He got. Super distracted, Lance. And now he's flushing about getting caught being super distracted. But he'll make up for it now, moving to unfasten the various armored parts of his suit before moving on to strip out of the skin-tight undersuit as well.]

[The fact that Keith was so easily distracted by him stripping is doing wonders for Lance's self confidence. He's always been a little self conscious of his body, and though Keith hasn't seen all of it yet (though will very shortly), the fact that he's so interested feels really good.

Part of him wonders if they're moving a little fast-- They'd just confessed their feelings to each other, and they're getting naked. But the other part realizes that with lives like theirs, every day life threatening, there's no point in taking anything slow.

Lance moves in to kiss him again, softly at first, reaching down to help Keith out of that undersuit. That much, he can figure out.]

[Keith would never imagine that Lance has a self conscious bone in his body really, but once he gets an inkling of that he'll be happy to make sure that Lance never has any need to doubt. Keith gets insecurity a little too well, given that he's a bundle of insecurities stacked on top of each other in a trenchcoat pretending to be a half-human being.

They're definitely moving fast, but that's Keith's usual speed anyway. He throws himself into things without reservation, and this will be no exception. Especially given how much he wants this, wants Lance.

He meets that kiss, freeing his arms from his suit before he reaches to start working Lance's open.]

I want you so much... [He breathes out to Lance's lips before surging forward to deepen the kiss.]

[It's like a dream, hearing Keith say that. Heck, he's definitely had plenty of dreams like that, leaving him waking up hard and frustrated. But this is real. Lance is more than happy to let the kiss deepen, starting to explore Keith's mouth with his tongue, wanting to taste every bit he can.

Once the suit is down to Keith's waist, he musters up some courage and slides one hand down to cup between his legs, palming at him.]

[Keith is a little distracted with kissing Lance -- because it's something he's thought about way too often to not be caught up in it entirely now that he finally has the chance. Especially when he was certain he never was going to have that chance. But hey, Keith is not going to question his good fortune right now. He may be an idiot, but he's not that big an idiot.

He's tugging Lance's suit off now, when that hand goes exploring and Keith breaks from his lips with a gasp that quickly becomes groan. He's already hard, already turned on, and there's no hiding that at all.] Lance... fuck...

[Lance is delighted to see the proof of Keith's arousal beneath his hand. The flight suit leaves very little to the imagination, and he can easily feel how hard he is, how big he is. And he's definitely pleased.]

Think I've found one of my new favorite things...

[Okay, but clothes still. He reluctantly moves his hand away, but only to start tugging Keith's flight suit down further. Once his own is down far enough, he steps back to yank it the rest of the way down, stepping out of it along with the boxer briefs he was wearing underneath. Have a naked Lance, Keith.]