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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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[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.]

[Oh... Hell. As if it couldn't get better, Keith seems more than fine to seeing this to completion with his mouth. And heck if Lance is going to complain about that. What has he done to deserve this sexy angel in between his legs?

With Keith's eagerness and that knowledge, it doesn't take him all too much longer. He barely managed to whimper a warning before his body tenses, and he hits his head back onto the headrest of the pilot's seat as he fills Keith's mouth with his release.]

[Honestly Keith's way too stubborn not to see what he started through to it. And besides that, he just... he wants to feel and hear and taste what it's like when Lance comes absolutely undone. Is that strange?

This has all kind of been a whirlwind, and it's happened fast, but wanting Lance is not new. It's just a secret that's been kept under wraps until today.

Keith can feel the way Lance tenses, knows he has to be close. He's still a little startled as the other boy is coming in his mouth, and it takes him a moment to realize he probably ought to swallow before he winds up making a mess of himself.]

[It takes Lance about twenty seconds to come down to earth. He opens his eyes again, looking down at Keith, and sweeps some hair away from his face.]

You're incredible, babe.

[Keith leans back, drawing off Lance's cock slowly, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth for a moment. His face is still obviously flushed, but he leans into the touch of that hand brushing his hair back like some attention-starved cat]

It was good?

[He asks, even as he leans in to nuzzle at Lance's stomach, leave a kiss just below his navel.]

It was good. Really, really, really good. Like better than any wet dream I've had about you doing it good.

[He huffs a little laugh.]

So... you've dreamed about me?

[That has to be one of the more exciting things that Keith has ever heard don't mind him trying to play it off like it's no big deal at all.

He moves to rise off his knees at this point, deciding he may as well just invite himself into Lance's lap because that makes it easier to wrap his arms around his neck, lean close and nuzzle at his cheek, trying to ignore his own aching arousal for the moment.]

Heck yes I have. You're the starring role in my sexy fantasies. And now in my sexy reality.

[He kisses him gently before reaching down, brushing his hand against Keith's erection.]

Now, how to take care of this...

Oh.

[Well. Color Keith pleased about this revelation. He starts to smile even as he leans in to meet Lance's lips with his own, gentle and brief as the kiss is. It's not enough and Keith is ready to fuss to be kissed more when Lance goes and touches him and instead he's whimpering before he can contain it.

His arousal throbs at even that small touch, and Keith drops his head, leaning into murmur right to Lance's ear.] Please?

I mean, I can think of a few ways. My hand, my mouth, oooor....

[He hums, trailing his finger up the underside from base to tip.]

Lance...

[He hisses out, hips twitching towards that touch, voice breaking in a soft groan.]

Don't tease. Just... touch me. However you do it. I just need you.

I'm not teasing. Just brainstorming. 'cause like... Okay, I know this isn't the ideal place, but, uh... We've actually got a decent amount of space in the back...

[He thumbs over the head as he continues to think.]

For what?

[Keith is perilously close to taking his problem into his own hands at this point. Lance is killing him here, and he has no idea what he's even brainstorming about when he's already proposed a couple fantastic solutions.]

For, you know. Uh. Taking things...a little further?

[Blink. Blink.]

Oh.

[Well. Then. But Keith frowns.]

But... how much space we have isn't really the issue. I could fuck you in this chair just fine if we're talking about space. But we aren't exactly prepared otherwise. You know?

[Like. At all. Keith drapes his arms around Lance's shoulder and leans in.] First time I'm inside you, we're going to do it right.

I mean, I actually have...uhhhhh, stuff in the space glove compartment, but.

[He kisses along Keith's jaw.]

I'll wait, if you'd like. How do you want me to take care of you?

...why do you have stuff in the space glove compartment.

[Sorry. Hold the kissing. This line of questioning is more important here.]