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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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[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.]

That...

[He wants to fuss about it, about what Lance is saying because...] How are you so embarrassing?

[Like. Does he practice? Maybe he practices. Or maybe it's just naturally Lance and who Lance is. And Keith likes who Lance is. And god he likes that touch, so very much. And he likes Lance stripping, very much, thank you.

So he lets his gaze go roaming. Umm. Well.

He takes a moment to shimmy out of the rest of his clothes as well, stepping out of it before moving towards Lance, reaching to settle his hands at his hips.] You're... kinda gorgeous.

[He just sticks his tongue out at Keith in response to that question. Lance is, well...gonna Lance. Wouldn't be him if he didn't say stuff like this.

Lance lets his eyes rake over Keith's nude form, taking in every curve, dip, and muscle. Holy quiznak, this might be the best sight his eyes have ever been blessed with. The compliments sends a tinge of pink to his own cheeks.]

Oh, puh-leeeeeese. This coming from a specimen like you?

[Okay. So Keith really does not know what to do with being looked at this way. He's not exactly one to fluster easily, and while he's not the best at being social, it's not because he's particularly shy.

But he cal feel a heat rising in his own face, and he looks away.]

Shut up.

[A frown.] You shouldn't make fun of me. I was being serious about you.

I'm not making fun! Keith, you're... You're absolutely stunning. I've always loved looking at you to begin with, but you naked? Like hooooooly crow, it's something else. I wish I could, like, somehow sear the sight of you like this in my eyelids so I saw it every time I closed my eyes. Wait, no, because then I'd have a raging boner 24/7...

[Again. Lance gonna Lance.]

[Wait. He's being serious? Keith lifts his gaze back to Lance, some of the building crankiness dissipating. Thats... all so swee--

Oh no wait there's Lance.

He sighs.]

That was... devastatingly romantic for like the first two seconds.

[Then Lance kept talking. But Keith is smiling now anyway because. Well. Lance being Lance is... okay. More than okay. He really adores this jerk, so it's pretty great.]

Awwww, come on! I'm the best at being romantic, but look, we're naked and the blood isn't just rushing to the head on my shoulders, if y'know what I mean.

[...Well, yes, Keith would kind of see that with a simple glance at Lance.]

I mean it, though. You're beautiful.

[Keith stares at him a moment because. That. It just. Keith is about to sigh at him when there's that sincere compliment again, and it throws him. So he's just going to step in close, hands moving from Lance's hips to grip at either side of his face, holding while he leans in to kiss the words right out of him.

He's also stepping closer, pressing against him, no hiding how hard he is, now that they're both naked. Keith gives an experimental rock against him, groaning straight to his lips.]

[That-- Yes, that's better. Lance is clearly either hitting home runs or striking out completely with his words, so maybe kissing and touching will be more reliable in the charming Keith department. Keith's groan is matched by one of Lance's own, his hands moving down to grasp Keith's hips as he grinds back into him.]

[The truth is they're all home runs, Lance. Keith just doesn't know how to handle how stupidly endearing he finds him. Like. How does he deal with that? He's bad at people to begin with, never mind people that make his chest feel all tight and fluttery.

Kissing is easier. Touching is easier. Keith has never had trouble with the physical as much as he has with words. SO it's almost a relieved sigh that he breathes to Lance's lips.]

[The two of them can worry about words later. The kissing and touching part is something that Lance can do, as inexperienced as he is. He kisses Keith over, and over, and over again still, only parting when they absolutely need to breathe. His hips continue rocking against Keith's, the bit of precome leaking from his cock smearing over paler skin.]

[They can fumble through it together, because this is Keith's first rodeo, so to speak.

But it's weirdly easy with Lance, falling into this, letting instinct take over since trying to think this through would probably be the death of him. It's much easier to just lose himself in Lance's lips, in grinding against him, feeling the way Lance's cock presses to him.

But.

He breaks away with a soft murmur of,] More?

[Keith opens his eyes to look at Lance, like he's seeking out some sort of permission here.]

More. Please.

[He swallows hard, nodding. His senses already feel on fire, and they've barely even begun. Lance grips Keith's backside and gives it a squeeze.]

[So they aren't exactly in a good setting for a romantic first time or anything like that. They're stranded and inside a currently grounded lion. But wow it doesn't seem to matter. Kissing Lance is amazing.

And Keith really does want more.

Especially when Lance says please. So, he leans closer and steals another kiss before well.] Stay here.

[And Keith will slowly sink to his knees in front of Lance now. He wraps his hand around the other boy's length. On board with this, Lance?]

[Oh, god. He is so, so on board with this. Lance's eyes drink in the sight of Keith in the nude, kneeling in front of him, hand on his cock... It jumps in the other boy's hand, and Lance swallows hard.]

I am not quiznaking going anywhere.

[The response draws a smile over Keith's face. Good answer, Lance. He spends a moment letting his hand play over Lance's dick, stroking him slowly, almost teasingly. Keith hasn't exactly done this before. He gets the basics, but there's something of a nervous twist in his stomach. He wants to do this right, wants Lance to like it, wants to make him feel good, feel better than he's ever felt, than anyone else could possibly make him.

So. You know. No pressure.

His hand is still wrapped around his length as Keith leans in and takes just the head of his cock into his mouth, teasing his tongue over him. Even just that has him unable to stifle an excited little moan. ...so the idea of sucking Lance off has him turned on. So what.]

[It isn't just the feeling of Keith's tongue against him that sends a little shiver through him, it's the moan he hears escaping Keith's lips. Knowing that Keith sounds like he's going to really get something out of this act himself even if just giving delights him.]

You're...so, so beautiful...

[Keith isn't expecting the compliment, and maybe that's why he winds up blushing before he can stop himself, well aware he's doing it because he can feel the heat of the color that's risen in his cheeks. It's... it's not something he's heard before, okay? And hearing Lance say it about him? That's honestly kind of amazing. Really genuinely amazing.

He shifts where he kneels, almost like he can't keep still. His gaze flickers up to Lance, violet gaze peeking at him from beneath half lowered lashes. And that's really all the encouragement he needs to take him further into his mouth, eager if not particularly elegant.

And there's no way he can keep himself quiet either, not when he's so affected by doing this. Another shaky little moan that is mostly muffled now given that his mouth is occupied]

[The moan this time, with himself further into Keith's mouth, sends a little vibration against him, and Lance can't help but make a similar sound. The redness in Keith's cheeks are telling about how that simple compliment affected him, and those eyes...

This is going to be a sight he'll go to the grave with remembering perfectly.]

Ah.. God, can't believe how lucky I am.

[Lance keeps saying sweet things, and Keith would smile if he could. As it is he focuses on what he's doing. Theres no way Keith forgets a moment of this either. Not the way Lance looks or sounds or feels. His hands move to brace against Lance's hips as he takes him further into his mouth, stopping as he feels him at the back of his throat, a soft choking noise before he draws back. Okay. But he can do better than that.

He wants to.

Keith draws back, letting Lance's cock slip from his lips almost entirely, tongue dragging along the underside of his length before he bobs his head forward to engulf him again, repeating this over and over, cheeks hollowing as he sucks. It's noisier than he expected, and he's making a bit of a mess, but there's no disguising the eagerness.]

Oh, fuck!

[Because a situation like this deserves an actual curse. Keith's mouth feels incredible, and the sight makes his toes curl. The sound--it's so damn lewd, but that in itself is painfully erotic.

He doesn't bother to muffle his own noises, groaning and mumbling praises, a hand moving to tangle in Keith's hair.]

You're...amazing, Keith, doing such a good job...ahh...

[Oh. That's a good reaction isn't it. Keith finally closes his eyes, finally looks away from Lance's face, concentrates on what he's doing. And god he's nearly at the edge of coming himself without even a touch. It's just... he likes the way Lance sounds, reacts.

He likes those fingers in his hair, too much probably.

Humming around him again, he doubles his efforts, bobbing his head faster now, determined, trying to take Lance a little deeper into his mouth each time, to make him feel good.]

[Lance never shuts up, and this is no exception to the rule. He keeps babbling, coherency be damned at points, praises and affectionate words. He doesn't know if Keith has done this before, but damn, he's good at it.

It's barely past the five minute mark that Lance tugs on his hair.]

Shit, Keith...'m gonna come soon if you don't stop...

[Keith kind of loves it honestly, the fact that Lance can't seem to contain himself. And he will soak up all the praise and all the affection. Keith may be the type who comes across like he doesn't care what most anyone thinks and that he doesn't need approval, but the truth is, he's sort of starved for it, is more eager to please than he'd ever let on, if it's someone who matters.

And wow does Lance matter.

He pauses to open his eyes again to peek up at Lance at those words, drawing slowly off him, but still mouthing down along his cock, not willing to stop at all, even as he shapes the words to his skin.]

That's sort of the goal here...

[And once he's got that said, he kisses and licks his way back up to take him back into his mouth once again.]