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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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[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.]

Look.

[The look on Lance's face is nothing short of sheepish.]

Sometimes I get... bored when there are missions where I just have to stay in place waiting for who knows long, or there's a long trip I have to make and I can just put it on auto-pilot...

Lance.

[This is Keith looking scandalized here. Except actually he's kind of smiling. That is a much better answer than I entertain company in the spaceship often or something like that. Not that Keith is the jealous type. ...maybe just a little. Is all.]

So... not because you've, you know... with other people here?

[He's not just next in line, right?? ...Keith has his own insecurities]

Noooo! No, I've never-- I, uh. You're my first. For all of this. I've never gotten past the makeout stage with anyone before.

[He covers his face, feeling his cheeks heat up.]

I'd never bring just anyone into this sacred space to bang! You're the only exception.

Oh.

[That umm. That makes Keith feel... weirdly warm. And fluttery. And it also has him leaning in to press a kiss through Lance's hair since those hands are in the way of kissing his cute face.]

You're my first too. It's... [Ugh god he's bad at this why does he keep trying to talk he should stop it's not his best skill by far...] ...special.

[Someone please kill him right here right now.]

[Uh, no. No one kill Keith right here right now because Lance is most definitely not into necrophilia.

That little confession makes him smile, knowing that he's exploring this blindly with Keith too.]

So, I mean. I have stuff, and some blankets in the emergency caught-in-extreme-weather box...

[Super blindly. Though Keith at least is fully aware how the basics work. He's just never actually put any of that knowledge into actual practice. Before now. With Lance.

But he's used to trusting instinct anyway, so why not go with that here too. He looks at Lance, considering before nodding, glancing away almost shyly. He's not shy! But this is definitely new okay?]

Yeah. All right.

[He's a little guilty for having to make Keith wait so long for relief, but Lance is hoping that it'll definitely be worth it.

When he reaches into the "glovebox" and emergency crates, he miiiight be sticking his ass out a little more than absolutely needed.]

Alrighty... Yeah, these'll definitely do the trick.