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for deeptrust

[lonered]

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No? I don't know, I'm hurrying.

[Because he is properly motivated. Very properly motivated.

So it's not long before the door to their shared quarters opens and Keith lets himself in, locking the world out behind him. He can hear the tub running. Okay. So he's been beaten. But that works even better. Keith is already stripping as he makes his way towards the bathroom. He's shirtless by the time he gets there, he's shirtless.]

Okay. So you beat me.

[spaceforged]

Actually...I've been here since you messaged me. [He points to his phone sitting with his Garrison coat on the sink. He catches the bottom of his shirt and peels it off in one smooth motion. His dog tags hit his chest with a dull thwack.

He drops the shirt to the floor and shuts off the water. Steam curls in the air as he reaches out to snag Keith by the belt. It allowed he tugs him close, his hands deftly undoing the buckle.]

[lonered]

Oh. Well, then yeah. I wasn't going to beat you.

[Cheater. But Keith has so very little to complain about, and falls silent because he's preoccupied watching that shirt coming off. He's distracted enough he doesn't notice that he's been snagged until he's being pulled closer.

But that is fine by him. That means there's nothing in the way of letting his hands move to slide over shoulders, exploring by now familiar angles of hard muscle down along his chest. Don't mind Keith. He's gotten distracted.]

[spaceforged]

[The belt hits the floor and he smiles up at him, eyes warm with affection that is reserved all for Keith. Touching and being touched is a familiar part of his day but he always loves these first moments. He undoes the button on Keith's pants and slowly stands up to press his mouth to his.]

Just means we'll get to that bath a lot sooner than you thought. [He says as his hands slide up and down his back, tracing old scars with his fingers. It's a map he knows very well.]

I think it's a fair trade, don't you?

for lionroll

[lonered]

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[Keith leans back in his chair, watching Hunk. That smile is directed his way, and he finds himself smiling back before he even realizes.]

Yeah. That's part of the fu--

[Then Keith sits up straighter all at once.]

I'm not ticklish.

[He lies.]

[lionroll]

[Gosh, he loves how Keith looks when he smiles. And when he sits up, declaring he is a tickle free zone? Hunk just chuckles into his coffee cup.]

I think your sides would say differently once I got my fingers on them.

[lonered]

They wouldn't. Because I'm not ticklish.

[More lies. How dare you know his secrets, Hunk! Except Keith can't actually bring himself to mind too much.]

I'd have to retaliate in any case.

[lionroll]

Oh yeah? And how would you go about doing that, hmm?

[He is definitely flashing Keith a look that says "You bet this is a challenge."]

Not sure how you'd be able to get back at me with all the giggling you'd be doing.

for atomicals

[lonered]

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[Sorry, Hunk. He probably should've given him warning. But the alcohol in his system is not exactly helping with the whole thinking ahead thing.

Besides, then those arms are around him, and Keith is sinking even more against him.]

Dunno. Might be touch and go.

[So Hunk just better hold on tight.]

[atomicals]

So in other words, I need to keep a close eye on you.

[He surmises.

A-OK by him, though. He tightens his arms around Keith with a laugh, his cheek pressing into the hair at the side of his head.]

[lonered]

That's probably a good idea.

[Keith agrees, hiding a smile against Hunk's neck, nuzzling his way in, winding his arms securely around Hunk in turn.]

Warm... [Keith murmurs, approvingly.]

[atomicals]

[Hunk laughs and tightens his arm, fingers splayed wide against his back and pushing up, until he's gripping lightly at the hair at the back of his head. He ruffles and plays with it idly.]

You cold? Good thing I'm a multi-purpose teddy bear.

for deeptrust

[lonered]

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[Keith puts up no resistance at all, fingertips brushing along Shiro's cheek since he's gone and put himself in proximity like that. ...yes. He's a touchy-feely kind of drunk. Around Shiro anyway.

His lips stretch into a grin as Shiro agrees with him, visibly and undeniably pleased at the vote of confidence. His neck arches into that touch, his other hand lifting to run fingers through Shiro's hair, grin only widening at the question.]

They do. And it's a problem.

[Fight him.]

[spaceforged]

I said I was sore not that I wasn't up for it. [He murmurs. Shiro lets go of Keith's hand to kiss his jaw and follow it down to the side of his neck. He scrapes his teeth against soft skin as his hand slides down, Keith's blanketed side. He flips it aside and slips into the offered space, settling his weight on top of his boyfriend.]

You'll have to do more work than usual is all I was saying.

[He sucks on his neck and breathes in his ear.]

It just means slow, not rough and fast.

[lonered]

Oh?

[Well. Then. Keith probably intends to say more but then Shiro is kissing down his neck, and he's left thoroughly derailed, even more so by the scrape of teeth. He blinks to try to clear his vision, dazed more from Shiro's proximity than from the alcohol at this point, if he's being honest.]

I don't mind working for it...

[He informs the other man with an attempt at a grin, one that is knocked away almost instantaneously by that breath in his ear. His hands move to catch at the back of Shiro's shirt, already beginning to tug it up his back, fingertips greedily moving to roam over bared skin.]

Good. Let's take our time, Takashi. [He can do slow, can dial back some of the usual sharp edges, let the flames between them smolder instead of tearing through everything like an inferno.]

[spaceforged]

[He kisses him, nipping st his lips and sliding his tongue over the seam to ask to be let in. Usually they’re both frantic and rough. A thought occurs to him maybe it’s good to find a slower pace they both like. Warm tingles are spreading through him and he arches back into the hands on his bare skin.

He breaks away from exploring Keith’s mouth to hook his hands under the edge of his shirt and tug it off. He drops it carelessly over the side with no intention of retrieving it later. This is their quarters and sprawling naked on their couch isn’t a crime. He braces himself with a hand on the couch as he dips his head and nips at where Keirh’s neck and jaw connect. His free hand slips under his skin and his hand splays over his abs. The touch alone is like a dash of heat into his system.]

...do you want to top this time or?

for lionroll

[lonered]

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[It's terrifying is what it is. Super terrifying. Give him an impossible space battle any day, that's much less scary. But. He thinks it might be okay, if they tackle it together.]

Super jerks.
Um. Her name is Elara. She's half Galra and half something else. We're working on that. So far her favorite ice cream flavor is chocolate, so she has good taste.

And I was thinking... now? Maybe? We were going to bring you ice cream.

[SURPRISE.]

[lionroll]

[Oh wow! That is definitely a surprise. Hunk ducks into the bathroom connected to his dorm to look himself over, and make sure he doesn't have any grease or dirt smudged on his face after working on the Yellow Lion earlier. Once he's certain he looks presentable, he'll text Keith back.]

Now sounds great
As does ice cream
I'm glad she likes chocolate!

[lonered]

[Hunk is... too good. Keith doesn't have the words for how much he adores the other paladin. Someday he'll figure out how to express it out loud. But here he is showing up with a random alien child and Hunk is rolling with it.]

Then great. We're on our way. Be there in a few minutes.

[With ice cream. When the knock comes, it's a quiet little knock, lower on the door than it would be if Keith had knocked.]

for pidgeypidge

[lonered]

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She's a lot cooler than most people.

That's still not the point.

[pidgeypidge]

Then what is the point?

[lonered]

That she's my mother. And. It was a party.

for callmered

[lonered]

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...

Of course you've heard it from Lance. I'm so sorry.

[callmered]

You know, the two of you are alike in quite a few ways.

[DOESN'T THAT MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER, KEITH?]

[lonered]

...

What ways.

[NO.]