[It's impossible to fight back the low, rumbling groan that builds in his chest. Lance pulling him down, their bodies coming together, little jolts of pleasant pain coming from nails pressing into his back... They all serve to lay the foundation so that when Lance's hips press into his, making his own buck back in response, Hunk can only let the noise go free into the other's hot mouth. While they've certainly had some really hot make out session before this one is quickly becoming one that he'll undoubtedly dream about later.
Or at least replay in his mind in the shower tomorrow morning.
Lance's breathless words cause little extra thuds from his pounding heartbeat. There's no doubt he'd ever tire of hearing such things, especially in this fashion. Hunk's response is a unspoken roll of his hips into Lance's, an almost whimpered moan. Slender fingers in his hair send a gentle shiver down his spine, and one of his hands move to slide up along Lance's leg, squeezing at his thigh. He readjusts his own position so their bodies are aligned a bit better, to make it easier for him to rock his obvious arousal against Lance's.
It's with great reluctance that he breaks the kiss, needing air that he's too distracted to pull in thanks to everything going on. His breathes come out in soft pants as he tries to focus his thoughts into coherent words.]
Do you have any idea... how crazy your driving me right now? [He plants a kiss to Lance's soft lips, before tilting his head to kiss at his neck.] God, I want you so badly, Lance.
[ He does, in fact, have a pretty good idea, because Hunk's hips are grinding against his and he's very...obviously...wow.
Lance's brain short-circuits for a sec. He guessed that Hunk's cock would be proportional to the rest of it, he'd seen Hunk naked in the communal showers once or twice, but feeling it was a completely different experience. ]
Then maybe you should— [ He lunges for Hunk's mouth, kisses feverish, lanky arms wrapped around those broad shoulders in earnest, not knowing what to do with himself. ] The maybe you should just—
[ He's about to suggest something when the castle alarms go off, sirens blaring.
There's a long pause, Lance's whole body shock-rigid. ]
No. No way. You have got to be kidding me!
[ But no, the alarm is very real, and as if to add insult to injury, there's Allura's voice, calling all Paladins to the main hangar; a Galra fleet. ]
[Hunk kisses back just as eagerly, as intensely, as Lance is kissing him, enjoying the weight of his arms on his shoulders and back. There's the indescribable note of suggestion when the other tries to speak, one that makes his already racing pulse pick up speed.
Until it comes to a grinding halt at the sound of the alarms firing.
Out of newly conditioned habit, he jerks up, pulling away from Lance to look around, waiting for either Allura or Coran's voice to chime in. Sure enough, the princess makes herself heard and Hunk groans audibly, a mixture of anger and disappointment laced together.]
Damn it, of all the nights-
[Hunk is cut off by Allura calling out again. Grumbling under his breath he gives Lance a quick kiss before hastily untangling their bodies.]
Come on, the sooner we kick their asses, the sooner we can get back to this.
[Although, he does wonder if their suits have enough give for a hard on, because there is certainly no time for a cold shower.]
[ Lance groans but not from pleasure, his head lolling back for a second. Everything is awful and he hates his life. ]
Ugh. Just cover for me, okay?
[ Because he needs to get his armour, back in his room. He rolls off the bed, leaning up to give Hunk a parting kiss before throwing his discarded shirt back over his head. He books it out the door and down the hall, crossing a confused Keith who reminds him he's going the wrong way, genius, which Lance is too mortified to deign respond to.
Five minutes later he's sliding into the hangar where the others are waiting, looking decidedly...mussed, even under his flightsuit. ]
[Thankfully, the stress of the situation seems to help deflate things as Hunk works himself into his uniform. There might have been some imagery of less sexy things than Lance being forced through his head to assist in that matter though. Stumbling out of his room and into the hangar where Keith and Shiro are already waiting, he's already feeling hot and sweaty.
Pidge joins them a moment later and then they're just waiting for Lance. Keith brings up seeing Lance running back to his room and Hunk groans internally.]
Yeah, uhm, he was helping me the scanner project when the alarm went off.
[The Red and Green paladin seem to buy it well enough, but Shiro... he's giving Hunk a rather knowing look that makes heat rise to his cheeks. Thankfully, Lance enters in a minute later.]
Oh, good, Lance is here. So, we're all here. Let's get the Lions, form Voltron, and wreck some Galra jerks!
[ If anything, Lance's appearance makes Shiro's knowing smile widen, and Lance also finds himself turning beet-red under the scrutiny. He tries to ignore the way Pidge tilts her head and Keith frowns. ]
Right! Hunk's right. Let's go kick some butt!
[ At least no one can fault him for not being fired up. Shiro runs them through strategy quickly, all of them knowing all bets are off once they're actually in the sky. This close, Lance can feel the soft pressure of Blue's amusement at the back of his mind, coiling and uncoiling, and tries to project annoyance back. All it does it make her rumble, an almost-laugh.
By the time they're all settled in their respective cockpits the heady, molten anticipation deep in Lance's belly has morphed into a spiking adrenaline rush, of the kind that always gets him before and after a battle. Naturally, proper brain function takes a nosedive and really dumb decisions are to be expected. Lance switches on private communications between Hunk and himself, feeling the Blue-Yellow channel hum in his head, through the helmet. ]
Hey babe, if I get more of 'em than Keith, will you suck me off after?
[ 'After', like this is nothing, routine, Lance's cocky confidence busting at the seams. ]
[While Blue might have been amused, Yellow is all warm, gentle comfort, which is just as embarrassing as Shiro's grin on Hunk's end. Hunk can feel her in the back of his mind as they're going over the plan. Soft, hushed imagery of sunshine, and warm Earth to try and sooth her overly nervy pilot.
Once he's within the confines of her cockpit it's even stronger, almost smothering and Hunk has to kindly remind her that they've got a battle to focus on, he's not a cub who needs mothering right now. Just as he's gotten her to back off a bit, there's Lance's face on his monitor and Hunk smiles... Until the Blue Paladin speaks.
The question brings a flurry of heat to Hunk's face, dark skin flushing visibly. Lance speaks so plainly, so smoothly, that you'd think he asks these kind of questions routinely. Or that blowjobs are a thing that they do, or have even done before. It's not that Hunk hasn't thought, or dreamt, about it. He totally has, on a few occasions, but had yet to find the nerve to ask. There had been the fear that suggesting it so early into their relationship would scare Lance off, make things weird, or awkward.
Yet, here was Lance, asking for it as a reward to a self-made competition that Keith woukdnt even be aware was going on.
There's a soft, dissenting tone from Yellow. She wasn't quite as fond of the Blue Paladin as her pilot was, and the fact that Lance was now obviously distracting him, she did not approve of this.
Hunk finally gives a little laugh, cheeks still burning as he replies.]
Yeah, sure, if that's what you want. Knock 'em dead, tiger. I'll be rooting for you to win.
[He gave Lance a playful wink, before cutting the line, unable to keep it up with the tumbling thoughts now racing through his mind. Hunk silently prayed they wouldn't have to form Voltron. A part of him was sure that if they did the rest of the team were gonna learn a lot more than they probably wanted to.]
[ Blue, in contrast to her sister, is more than happy to encourage her Paladin...unconventional motivation, and Lance turns beet red at the combination of Hunk actually taking him up on his offer and Blue's echoing, laughing purr in his mind. ]
O-okay!
[ That sounded a heck of a lot more juvenile than he'd meant, caught up in his own excitement, imagining the high from battle coming down, tangling his fingers in Hunk's hair while Hunk's mouth--man, he better stop thinking about this, because forming Voltron was gonna be seriously embarrassing. Hunk cuts the feed, and Lance shifts Blue into a spry forward motion, thoughts of private time knocked out of his head by the more immediate danger ahead.
It's a big fleet, all massed around a trading outpost that's also sending out fighter drones. They fight for two hours before they manage to make a dent, but Voltron isn't useful here; they need the distance and manoeuvrability only being split up can provide. Lance is focused entirely on providing Keith, Shiro and Pidge cover fire, Blue's middling speed made up for by the accuracy with which he takes out targets. One shot, one ship, over and over in his head like a mantra. Don't think, just breathe and fire in time. He's sweating.
He doesn't see the cannon fire being aimed at him until Allura's lighting up the comms. Lance! Watch out! ]
[It's one of the longest fights they've had in some time. As much as Yellow, and her Paladin, are built for endurance, they're both starting to feel the effects of the drawn out battle. Like Lance, they're focused on back-up, taking out any fighters that get past the three blurs attacking the main fleet, shooting or smashing them into little pieces. Once there's enough open space, they'll get to rush in and do the real heavy hitting they're made for.
Unlike some of the others, Hunk doesn't get much of a rush when it comes to fighting. Rather than adrenaline, he's fueled and pushed by anxious nerves, and the focused desire to protect his friends. While it might cut back the timing on moves, or attacks, it does keep him from becoming tunneled into one view of the battle.
Which is why Hunk sees it before even Allura does. The main ship's cannon was going to be his next target, now that the field was finally clear enough. Yet, based on it's current position, and the tell-tale building of light, Hunk knew it was planning to fire, and just where that beam would be heading. It's all too obvious that Lance is still focused on covering their teammates. Based on the power of previous, similar models they've face, fear for his friend's, his boyfriend's, safety, rushes through his system. With only seconds to move, Hunk pulls and shifts Yellow into a powered jump, the bulk of her body easily knocking her sister's out of the line of fire.
The canon fire hits hard, smashing right into the thickly armored side of Yellow's body. Within the cockpit, Hunk is almost thrown out of his seat despite the harness holding him into it. As it settles the engineer is immediately pulling up a damage report, relieved to see it's not as bad as it felt. Repairs would be needed to some of her armor, but nothing structural or internal was damaged.
Almost immediately his comms are filled with his teammates, worried voices flooding the channel.]
We're good, we're good, just try to avoid that thing however you can! Even Yellow might not be able to take a second hit from it. [Hunk pulls on the link between Blue and Yellow, anxiousness creeping into his voice as he calls to Lance.] Hey, are you okay? We didn't hit you too hard, did we?
[ Lance's teeth rattle when Yellow pushes Blue off the beam's path. There's no time to move, no time to yell--a choked sound escapes Lance when he sees the bigger Lion take the hit, his hands white-knuckled on the controls. Blue roars and the sound shakes him.
It isn't until he hears Hunk's voice again that he breathes. ]
You--[ How could you do that?! is what he wants to say, but the protest dies on his tongue. Blue would have been smashed into pieces by a blast like that, or at least damaged enough to have been removed from battle. Hunk had made the best possible decision. Lance had messed up. ]--it's fine. I'm fine. Let's keep at it!
[ Lance's voice is tight, his body coiled, cold anger making Blue light up. ] Guys, cut your comms! Hunk, cover me!
[ That's a well-known signal by now, and as soon as he feels the drone in his helmet shut off completely Lance jams his bayard into Blue's keyslot, watching the control panel light up. The soundwave takes a moment to power up, but when the counter ends Lance lets Blue dive forward with a roar, the massive tuning rods spearing ahead. As the drone ships converge on them, Lance triggers the blast. The most immediate effect is scrambling all nearby communications; the galra drone ships, rudderless, begin to spin away, smashing into each other. The effect will last until the main ship reboots their systems, but it's time enough. Lance boots the comms back up. ]
[There's relief at hearing the other's voice, glad that he's unharmed. When Lance issues the order he complies quickly. Yellow hangs back, watching the Blue Lion's back and picking off any enemies who come too close. He pushes her hulking mass along with her sister's, grinning at the effect of Blue's power up on their attackers. Once Lance's voice calls back out he let's out a whoop.
Finally, an end to this was in sight.
Hunk and Shiro converged on the cannon, their Lions being the largest, and strongest, the two make quick work of the deadly weapon. Pidge uses Green's stealth to sneak around behind the massive warship and disable its thrusters. Keith works on dealing as much damage to the hull as possible.
Explosions begin triggering along the main body, and Hunk grins, a feeling of satisfaction filling him. He was always glad to see a fight come to an end. Since it usually meant a hot shower, some food, and rest. Or, in his case, picking things back up with his boyfriend.]
Let's finish this up! I dunno about you guys, but I'm hella sick of looking at these jerks!!
[ Lance keeps gunning down oncoming drone ships, watching with grim satisfaction as they go down. He feels--they all feel--the perfect synchronicity between them, and when Shiro finally speaks it's as if Lance had been waiting for it. ]
All right guys, good work out there! Now that we've cleared a path, let's take out that outpost. Form Voltron!
[ The words echo through him from Blue, who feels the call of her sisters. Instead of fighting it, Lance gives himself up to that feeling, falling in to flank Shiro, Blue's joints shifting and twisting to accomodate her new position as one part of a greater whole. He feels them all within his mind, shades of clour: Keith's fire, Pidge's cleverness, Shiro's stalwart determination, and Hunk's gentleness. He feels powerful and whole. He remembers Hunk taking the hit for him, and his own roiling ocean turns to ice.
The fleet goes down. They rain destruction on their enemies, one heart and one mind. Just like that, it's over, his comms full of Keith's delighted crowing, Pidge's laugh, Shiro's proud encouragement. They split up and return to the castle, and the closer they get the more Lance feels the pleasant warmth in his belly coiling. Allura is there to greet them when they land, she and Coran elated with their decisive victory. Lance only half-hears her congratulations; his focus is entirely on Hunk, the promise they'd shared rattling in his brain. Hunk seems larger tha life, somehow, as he disembarks from his Lion, Lance's usual quips dry on his tongue as he drinks in the sight of his boyfriend. His lover, who'd risked himself for Lance.
Lance decides Hunk deserves a reward. That single choice made, everything else seems to fall into place, and he crosses the hangar to go meet Hunk, steps decisive. He passes Pidge, who looks bemused, and Keith, who wonders out loud why Lance is so quiet. Lance's helmet hits the floor. Shiro laughs, distantly, in understanding. Lance comes right up to Hunk, hands reaching, tugging the Yellow Paladin down, crushing their mouths together. Shiro whistles and Allura gasps, but it's all distant, second to the sweet feeling of belonging when Lance wraps his arms around Hunk's neck. ]
[Hunk, much like his darling Yellow, is always eager to form Voltron. There's something comforting about the connection between his friends. It makes him feel stronger, and less alone in the heat of battle. So, when the call from Shiro, from Black, sounds out, he lets his Lion take control to change, and shift, and become one part of a whole.
While he's definitely more of the open book type of person, Hunk has his own thoughts he'd prefer to keep to himself. Wishes, dreams, and desires he'd rather his teammates not be privy too. It's taken many hours of training to learn how to keep himself focused, to reign in those rogue mental noises, and open up the only parts necessary to form Voltron. Feeling the rush of his teammate's presence helps with that, allowing him to dial in on what needs to be done to complete their task.
There's a special kind of joy that comes with the Lion bond, and such intimate connection with the others. As they fly, and fight, and emerge victorious over their foes, it leaves Hunk feeling light and airy of spirit. Hearing his friend's happiness at their win encourages his own, and he easily joins in on their revelry, even as his thoughts drift back to Lance.
As Yellow lands in the hanger with a resounding thud, Hunk can feel a gentle spike in his nerves. He hasn't forgotten the promise he made to Lance on their way to the battlefield. It had been such a heat in the moment kind of thing. What if Lance didn't want it after all? What if he thought it was weird that Hunk was so totally for it? Tugging his helmet off, he ran a hand through his sweat-dampened bangs, teeth chewing on his bottom lip a bit while he made his way out of his Lion.
It's the gentle tug from Yellow on their link that gets him to look up in time. He vaguely hears Shiro's laughter, or Keith's question. All his attention is on Lance's approach.]
Lance? Wha-!!
[The concerned question Hunk had intended to ask is cut off by his boyfriend's mouth. Hunk tenses at first, because they're definitely not in either of their quarters, or their Lions for that matter. No, they're kissing in the middle of the hanger, in front of their team, their friends. It doesn't stop him from relaxing into it though. Doesn't stop him kissing back, his own arms sliding around Lance's waist to pull him in as close as their clunky armor will allow. That momentary fear of losing Lance from earlier sneaks back in, and he kisses his boyfriend back hard in response.
Hunk barely registers the sound of Pidge's voice telling Coran to pay up. Or of the combined questioning tones of Keith and Allura at Shiro, who is laughing again. When he pulls away to gaze down at his partner, his best friend, the absolute love of his life, Hunk laughs a little himself, something that is shy and amused at the same time.]
Well, that's one way to tell everyone you're off the market.
[ When they pull apart, the world comes back into focus a bit, Pidge's raucous hooting ("I can't believe you guys didn't tell me! Coran, pony up!"), Keith's open-mouthed surprise, Shiro and Allura's twin smiles. It's nice. This is nice. He's very okay with this.
He's especially okay with the soft way Hunk is looking at him, only him, and he wants to turn to the rest of them and go see, this is mine, this is completely mine, and no one can take it away from me. ]
Sorry. Couldn't help myself.
[ He leans back just enough to take Hunk's hands in his own. He leans against the Yellow Paladin as Allura debriefs them, tells them that they did well and that they should rest up while the ship is in transit, before they plan their next move. Lance doesn't need to be told twice; he picks his helmet back up, one hand still caught up in Hunk's, and leads his boyfriend away with a determined step. The others, bless them, collectively give them a bit of privacy. ]
I want a shower. [ His smile is solid, confident, very private. ] Back to your room, or mine? After all, we were so rudely interrupted...
[Lance's quip makes Hunk's laugh a little louder, happier. There's something about the way those blue eyes are shining up at him. As if he, himself, is all that matters in this moment, and it fills Hunk with a blissful feeling unlike any he's had before.
That warmth stays within him as he squeezes Lance's fingers, accepts the gentle weight of his boyfriend against his body. He hardly hears Allura's words, his attention too focused on the young man next to him. Once they're given the leave to depart, Hunk just smiles as Lance leads the way.
His mood is so blissful, so content he doesn't really register the part about taking a shower, thoughts caught up in how great things are. They won their fight, their teammates know about them being together, and seemed happy for them both.]
Huh? Oh, uhm, maybe yours this time? Since being in mine is where just got cockblocked.
[ Hearing Hunk say the word 'cockblocked' makes Lance blush a bit, which is funny given that he hadn't blushed kissing Hunk in front of the whole team. Ah, well. ]
Mine it is.
[ He tugs Hunk along after him, feeling antsy, as if he could feel every glide of his flightsuit against his overheated skin, every bead of sweat still trailing down his spine from the exertion. The door is whisper-quiet behind them, and there's a moment's pause when Lance debates what to do, now that they're, well, here. Alone. Together. In private. It feels less casual than before, somehow, like there's a tension in the air, and he—likes it? When he licks his lips, he can practically taste it. Sweat, musk, electricity. Hunk's presence is almost a physical weight, and isn't that a thought.
He tosses his helmet back on its cradle and turns back to his boyfriend, smile a little less cocky, a little more shy, fond, soft. He reaches for Hunk--but his hand goes right past, activating the door lock. ]
Stuck with me now. No regrets?
[ He swallows, not wanting to admit how nervous he feels: he'd claimed Hunk publicly, without checking first, backing the other boy into a corner. Not cool of him. What if Hunk...didn't want that? ]
[Hunk follows along, looking very much like a doting puppy. All of his focus is on Lance. The way his hand feels in his own, how his hair is sticking up places from his helmet, and the way his body looks as he moves. It's amusing to Hunk how Lance can go be both so graceful at times, and then just a bunch of flailing, uncoordinated limbs at others.
Stepping over the threshold into his partner's quarters, certain things begin to settle into the pit of Hunk's stomach. Such as the flitting memory of what they were doing before the battle. Lance's body pressed up against his. The bet that was made, but still unsettled. Suddenly being kissed in front of their entire team. Now, he was being locked into Lance's room. The other smiling softly, but also looking nervous as he asks what is the easiest question Hunk has had to answer in days.
Hunk lets his own helmet drop to the floor, the armored head piece clunking against the metal audibly. Taking a step forward, he brings a hand up to brush against a warm cheek, fingers sliding through messy brown hair. His other settles on the small of Lance's back, pulling him in closer as he leans in himself.]
None what so ever.
[Tilting his head, he presses a soft, lingering kiss to his boyfriend's mouth. One that quickly becomes firm, and hungry, as he remembers the way Lance told everyone that Hunk was his, claiming him with a kiss that made his knees weak.]
[ Lance melts under that brazen heat, answers it with a stuttering sigh and a press of his body. Hunk is so soft, plush, comfortable--it's like wearing a favourite sweater. He feels incredibly safe, just like this, the two of them, and that in turn gives him the freedom to squirm, to rub himself wantonly into that warm weight, to enjoy fully. When they part, he feels himself at a halfway point, high from exhilaration but hazy with want. ]
Hunk...
[ They have to create some distance in order for him to reach the latches of his chest plate, which come apart with a deft flick of his fingers. His eyes don't come unglued from Hunk's face, bottom lip caught between his teeth, puffed up from the abuse. He's all businesslike, feeling abruptly too constricted, overheated, wanted desperately to be acknowledged, to be seen.
It's not long before gauntlets and greaves hit the floor, the flightsuit peeled away from its alien, magnetic closures. Lance exposes himself, inch by inch, supple nut-brown skin full of goosebumps, nipples peaking already. He pushes the suit down his hips before taking Hunk's hands in his own, putting them right over his unfinished handiwork, the ridge of his hipbones flaring over the top of where he'd left off. ]
[Despite the obvious differences in their sizes, Lance always fits just perfectly within his arms, against his body. It's as if he had been made to hold the other to himself, feeling each inch of that trim, almost willowy figure as it wiggles, and moves in his embrace. Kissing the other feels much the same. The soft, smooth way that Lance's lips feel against his own is perfect.
Even better than that is the way his voice sounds as he says Hunks name.
It's different now than the way he calls to him normally. When they're together, just the two of them, there always seems to be a spark of something hidden when Lance says it. One that Hunk always tries to mimic, to capture in his own voice when he speaks Lance's name. Except this time that two-syllable noun catches in his throat as the other steps back and begins to strip himself of his Paladin armor.
Hunk can't look away, but he can't focus his gaze solely on those deep, ocean blue eyes staring at him. The way Lance moves as his fingers undo latches, tug at that pieces of protective armor... It's mesmerizing despite the lack of any really teasing motions. Not to mention it's not as if he hasn't had a shirtless Lance in his lap, squirming and wriggling as they kissed the air out of each other's lungs. Hell, it was only a little over an hour that they were grinding down against each other in Hunk's bed.
Yet, despite that, there's something even more arousing about Lance asking for Hunk's assistance in undressing like this, in the way he's set Hunk's hands onto his own hips. His skin is incredibly warm under his fingertips, and the Yellow Paladin gives a little grin of his own before giving a playful tug to the tight alien fabric. Part of his brain is reminding him to breathe, because it's too easy to hold in the air within his lungs.
In a fluid motion, he's kneeling in front of Lance, fingers slowly pulling the flightsuit down to reveal another inch of skin. He stops before it'd show off anything much more intriguing, head tilting to press a soft kiss to Lance's belly. Hands gripping his boyfriend's hips, his gaze looks up through eyelashes, as he quirks a grin of his own.]
Hey, you haven't told me if you took out more bad guys than Keith did.
[ Hunk is on his knees and Lance can't--can't think--can hardly breathe--
His hands plummet to Hunk's shoulders, fingers scratching against the armor. ]
D-duh. [ This is actually happening. His flightsuit has never felt tighter than right now. ] I scrambled like, two hundred of 'em.
[ Right after Hunk had... Lance purses his mouth, boastful expression falling. He looks down at Hunk kneeling, takes in the dishevelled hair and the plush lips and soft jaw. He remembers how his bones shook when Yellow knocked Blue out of the way. ]
You were incredible, though. You saved me, out there.
[It's hard to reign in the amused laugh that's sitting his chest, from how Lance is boasting. The desire to tease is there. To ask if Lance is sure, or insinuate that Hunk counted Keith taking out two hundred and one. It's always almost too easy to get a rise out of his darling partner, but it's just as easy for Lance to do it to Hunk as well.
Except, it's a feeling that's quickly squashed at how the Blue Paladin's expression changes. Going from boastful, to thoughtful. When he speaks Hunk feels his own face slip into a more somber one. Remembering how close it was. Knowing Blue's armor capabilities so well. Knowing there'd be no way for the two to take that hit unscathed.]
All I could think about... was reaching you. There was nothing else in my head.
[Hunk presses another kiss to warm skin, fingers squeezing against Lance's waist with a gentle pressure.]
[ That press of fingers at his waist sends a shower of sparks down his spine. Hunk's soft mouth against his skin creates a patch of gooseflesh. His fingers tremble even as they rise, carding through Hunk's hair. They're both still sweaty and hot from battle. ]
Yeah, well. [ His mouth curls, warm and fond. His eyes are wet. ] I'm glad I'm here--with you.
[ He can feel Hunk's breath as it ghosts just shy of his navel, making the hairs stand on edge where they peek over the edge of his pulled-down bodysuit, his legs already taut as though he's afraid they'll give out beneath him. Hunk's proximity is definitely having an effect; he'd be lying to say his imagination hadn't walked this path before. The very sizable difference being that this was real. ]
[Feeling Lance's fingers in his hair, seeing the way his smiles, how his eyes are gazing down at him... just those things are enough to make him happy. Hearing the words that follow, the tensing of the body in his hands, those drive his heart wild. There's a sudden bloom of red across his cheeks, as heat rushes under his skin. All too suddenly it feels as though the universe has shrunk to just the space around them. Nothing else mattering, but what transpires next.
Hunk's tongue feels heavy in his mouth. As confident as he feels about moving forward, about taking the next leap with Lance in their relationship, he can't help the ever constant tingle of his nerves that urge him to pull back. Pushing against it, he smiles up at his boyfriend, gaze intense as he kisses the line where skin meets fabric, lips moving dangerously close to a much more sensitive area.]
[ Hijo de puta madre. Someone pinch him. This was really happening. ]
Oh my god. Please, Hunk, please.
[ Is that his voice? It must be, and yet he can hardly recognize himself, strained and rough from the cocktail of emotion coursing through him. He's never felt this wholly, unabashedly safe before. Nurtured. Cocooned. His attention blankets Hunk fully, fingers still running through that thick dark hair, shivers wandering his body even as he eases himself back, forces himself not to move. ]
[It definitely seemed as if their desire were linked on a mutual line. The rough edge to Lance's voice sends a tingling coolness down his spin. One that quickly becomes like fire as its journey ends in his gut, poking and prodding at the smoldering embers from earlier in the evening. Gently spiking the flames Lance had sparked back to life once again.
Thick fingertips hook themselves on the edge of the skin tight fabric, resting against the still sweaty skin of Lance's hips. Hunk's eyes focus on the area in front of him. With a tilt of his head, he trails feather light kisses along the Blue Paladin's cloth covered cock. Letting his eyelids slip close, he runs tongue against the bulge there as his hands work the flight suit down along the other's thighs.]
[ He's straining against the front of the suit, the outline of his cock a sharp relief against Hunk's soft tongue. Hunk's mouth is so warm, Lance's thighs quake from the heat, a patch of wetness forming along the alien fabrics. His entire world is narrowed down to just that warmth, the gentle up-and-down of Hunk's head.
He makes a soft chirping squeak, but doesn't have the energy for shame. His dizzy mind snatches a thought: why haven't they done this sooner?
Hunk looks strong and stable on his knees like that, a boulder or an anchor. Lance desperately needs it, shifting and twitching under his boyfriend's ministrations. ]
[With a final, gentle tug, Hunk manages to pull the stretchy, alien fabric down enough to release Lance's erection. His hands pause where they are as his eyes take in the sight. It's not truly the first time he's seen the other's dick before. Locker rooms for physical training classes made sure every guy saw one another's junk at least once. Rather, it's his first time seeing it up close; this excited, and hard.
There's a moment of hesitation. Not because of lack of desire, or from a spike of sudden distaste. Hunk most certainly wants to do this, has wanted to do this for some time. It's a lack of experience that makes him pause. Sure, he's read some things, and maybe watched a couple of vids out of curiosity, but that feels like ages ago, and he so badly doesn't want to mess this up.
Letting his fingers gently wrap around the base, he shifts his gaze up to Lance's face. From the back of his mind comes something the other said to him before. 'Communication is important.' As awkward as it might feel, talking while his hand is holding his boyfriend's erection, Hunk can't help the nagging feeling that pushes the words from his mouth.]
Let me know if I do anything you don't like... okay?
[ He's free suddenly, cool air around his cock making him feel exposed. He gasps a little, peering down at Hunk who's taking in the sight. Does he like what he sees? Lance almost feels too vulnerable to summon up the courage, but his grin turns cocky (ha!) nonetheless. It falls off in the face of Hunk's hesitance, wiped away by his own niggling anxiety. Maybe Hunk doesn't like what he sees, maybe this where it all comes to an end--but then Hunk's fingers curl around him, making him hiss, hips bucking just an inch forward from the cold-hot contrast. ]
Hunk, you're so--incredible--god there's nothing you could do right now, nothing--that--I--please! I need you so bad, babe!
[Lance's physical reaction, paired with his plea, is all the encouragement Hunk needs to push his silly fears away. Flashing his partner a grin, his attention focuses back to the task at hand (haha!). Of course, he's not entirely sure how to really kick things off.
Considering that he also sports a dick, Hunk figures it can't hurt to start by trying some of the things he likes. Shifting his weight around on his knees, he begins by moving the hand at the base, and letting his fingers drag over the heated skin of the shaft. Hunk's other hand comes to rest on one of Lance's hips, while the other slides a thumb over the tip, the pad smearing beads of pre-come around the head.
Never one to shy away from tasting new things, Hunk leans in to swipe him tongue along the path his thumb has left.]
[ Lance's toes curl, all but throwing him off-balance but for his hands on Hunk's head and shoulders. His breath catches in his chest, all the tumbling words from his embarrassing outburst tangling in his throat with it. Hunk's tongue swipes over his tip, and Lance can't get his eyes off the sight, Hunk's dark head of hair leaning over his hips, imagining that broad tongue swiping over him...
He hiccups, one hand flying up so he can bite his knuckle hard enough to stop himself from shouting. He's way too keyed up, from the adrenaline of the fight and the burst of energy from declaring his flame to this...his whole body feels like it's on fire.
Gently, reverent, he strokes Hunk's hair, his soft moans extinguished by his fist. ]
[The hiccup catches his attention, eyes glancing up to take in the sight of Lance trying to keep himself quiet. It makes his brows knit together. That certainly won't do. He wants to hear his boyfriend's voice. Wants to hear all the sounds, all the little noises, Lance makes in response to what he does to him.
Leaning a little into those wonderful fingers, he licks along the shaft, small, short strokes, mixing in soft presses of his lips to the heated skin. He's doing what he thinks would feel good to him. Or what might drive him a little crazy, like following a long run of his tongue with soft puffs of breath. Fingertips just barely brushing over the swell of his balls.
Hunk's attention is focused solely on Lance's cock, and tasting every inch of it that he can, until he's finally worked up the nerve to take the head of it into his mouth. Being mindful of his teeth, he keeps his jaw relaxed, tongue flattening against the underside of hot flesh.
Taking an inch in, he backs up a little, before trying to take more, sucking gently and rubbing his tongue alongside the shaft.]
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Or at least replay in his mind in the shower tomorrow morning.
Lance's breathless words cause little extra thuds from his pounding heartbeat. There's no doubt he'd ever tire of hearing such things, especially in this fashion. Hunk's response is a unspoken roll of his hips into Lance's, an almost whimpered moan. Slender fingers in his hair send a gentle shiver down his spine, and one of his hands move to slide up along Lance's leg, squeezing at his thigh. He readjusts his own position so their bodies are aligned a bit better, to make it easier for him to rock his obvious arousal against Lance's.
It's with great reluctance that he breaks the kiss, needing air that he's too distracted to pull in thanks to everything going on. His breathes come out in soft pants as he tries to focus his thoughts into coherent words.]
Do you have any idea... how crazy your driving me right now? [He plants a kiss to Lance's soft lips, before tilting his head to kiss at his neck.] God, I want you so badly, Lance.
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Lance's brain short-circuits for a sec. He guessed that Hunk's cock would be proportional to the rest of it, he'd seen Hunk naked in the communal showers once or twice, but feeling it was a completely different experience. ]
Then maybe you should— [ He lunges for Hunk's mouth, kisses feverish, lanky arms wrapped around those broad shoulders in earnest, not knowing what to do with himself. ] The maybe you should just—
[ He's about to suggest something when the castle alarms go off, sirens blaring.
There's a long pause, Lance's whole body shock-rigid. ]
No. No way. You have got to be kidding me!
[ But no, the alarm is very real, and as if to add insult to injury, there's Allura's voice, calling all Paladins to the main hangar; a Galra fleet. ]
No way!
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Until it comes to a grinding halt at the sound of the alarms firing.
Out of newly conditioned habit, he jerks up, pulling away from Lance to look around, waiting for either Allura or Coran's voice to chime in. Sure enough, the princess makes herself heard and Hunk groans audibly, a mixture of anger and disappointment laced together.]
Damn it, of all the nights-
[Hunk is cut off by Allura calling out again. Grumbling under his breath he gives Lance a quick kiss before hastily untangling their bodies.]
Come on, the sooner we kick their asses, the sooner we can get back to this.
[Although, he does wonder if their suits have enough give for a hard on, because there is certainly no time for a cold shower.]
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Ugh. Just cover for me, okay?
[ Because he needs to get his armour, back in his room. He rolls off the bed, leaning up to give Hunk a parting kiss before throwing his discarded shirt back over his head. He books it out the door and down the hall, crossing a confused Keith who reminds him he's going the wrong way, genius, which Lance is too mortified to deign respond to.
Five minutes later he's sliding into the hangar where the others are waiting, looking decidedly...mussed, even under his flightsuit. ]
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Pidge joins them a moment later and then they're just waiting for Lance. Keith brings up seeing Lance running back to his room and Hunk groans internally.]
Yeah, uhm, he was helping me the scanner project when the alarm went off.
[The Red and Green paladin seem to buy it well enough, but Shiro... he's giving Hunk a rather knowing look that makes heat rise to his cheeks. Thankfully, Lance enters in a minute later.]
Oh, good, Lance is here. So, we're all here. Let's get the Lions, form Voltron, and wreck some Galra jerks!
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Right! Hunk's right. Let's go kick some butt!
[ At least no one can fault him for not being fired up. Shiro runs them through strategy quickly, all of them knowing all bets are off once they're actually in the sky. This close, Lance can feel the soft pressure of Blue's amusement at the back of his mind, coiling and uncoiling, and tries to project annoyance back. All it does it make her rumble, an almost-laugh.
By the time they're all settled in their respective cockpits the heady, molten anticipation deep in Lance's belly has morphed into a spiking adrenaline rush, of the kind that always gets him before and after a battle. Naturally, proper brain function takes a nosedive and really dumb decisions are to be expected. Lance switches on private communications between Hunk and himself, feeling the Blue-Yellow channel hum in his head, through the helmet. ]
Hey babe, if I get more of 'em than Keith, will you suck me off after?
[ 'After', like this is nothing, routine, Lance's cocky confidence busting at the seams. ]
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Once he's within the confines of her cockpit it's even stronger, almost smothering and Hunk has to kindly remind her that they've got a battle to focus on, he's not a cub who needs mothering right now. Just as he's gotten her to back off a bit, there's Lance's face on his monitor and Hunk smiles... Until the Blue Paladin speaks.
The question brings a flurry of heat to Hunk's face, dark skin flushing visibly. Lance speaks so plainly, so smoothly, that you'd think he asks these kind of questions routinely. Or that blowjobs are a thing that they do, or have even done before. It's not that Hunk hasn't thought, or dreamt, about it. He totally has, on a few occasions, but had yet to find the nerve to ask. There had been the fear that suggesting it so early into their relationship would scare Lance off, make things weird, or awkward.
Yet, here was Lance, asking for it as a reward to a self-made competition that Keith woukdnt even be aware was going on.
There's a soft, dissenting tone from Yellow. She wasn't quite as fond of the Blue Paladin as her pilot was, and the fact that Lance was now obviously distracting him, she did not approve of this.
Hunk finally gives a little laugh, cheeks still burning as he replies.]
Yeah, sure, if that's what you want. Knock 'em dead, tiger. I'll be rooting for you to win.
[He gave Lance a playful wink, before cutting the line, unable to keep it up with the tumbling thoughts now racing through his mind. Hunk silently prayed they wouldn't have to form Voltron. A part of him was sure that if they did the rest of the team were gonna learn a lot more than they probably wanted to.]
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O-okay!
[ That sounded a heck of a lot more juvenile than he'd meant, caught up in his own excitement, imagining the high from battle coming down, tangling his fingers in Hunk's hair while Hunk's mouth--man, he better stop thinking about this, because forming Voltron was gonna be seriously embarrassing. Hunk cuts the feed, and Lance shifts Blue into a spry forward motion, thoughts of private time knocked out of his head by the more immediate danger ahead.
It's a big fleet, all massed around a trading outpost that's also sending out fighter drones. They fight for two hours before they manage to make a dent, but Voltron isn't useful here; they need the distance and manoeuvrability only being split up can provide. Lance is focused entirely on providing Keith, Shiro and Pidge cover fire, Blue's middling speed made up for by the accuracy with which he takes out targets. One shot, one ship, over and over in his head like a mantra. Don't think, just breathe and fire in time. He's sweating.
He doesn't see the cannon fire being aimed at him until Allura's lighting up the comms. Lance! Watch out! ]
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Unlike some of the others, Hunk doesn't get much of a rush when it comes to fighting. Rather than adrenaline, he's fueled and pushed by anxious nerves, and the focused desire to protect his friends. While it might cut back the timing on moves, or attacks, it does keep him from becoming tunneled into one view of the battle.
Which is why Hunk sees it before even Allura does. The main ship's cannon was going to be his next target, now that the field was finally clear enough. Yet, based on it's current position, and the tell-tale building of light, Hunk knew it was planning to fire, and just where that beam would be heading. It's all too obvious that Lance is still focused on covering their teammates. Based on the power of previous, similar models they've face, fear for his friend's, his boyfriend's, safety, rushes through his system. With only seconds to move, Hunk pulls and shifts Yellow into a powered jump, the bulk of her body easily knocking her sister's out of the line of fire.
The canon fire hits hard, smashing right into the thickly armored side of Yellow's body. Within the cockpit, Hunk is almost thrown out of his seat despite the harness holding him into it. As it settles the engineer is immediately pulling up a damage report, relieved to see it's not as bad as it felt. Repairs would be needed to some of her armor, but nothing structural or internal was damaged.
Almost immediately his comms are filled with his teammates, worried voices flooding the channel.]
We're good, we're good, just try to avoid that thing however you can! Even Yellow might not be able to take a second hit from it. [Hunk pulls on the link between Blue and Yellow, anxiousness creeping into his voice as he calls to Lance.] Hey, are you okay? We didn't hit you too hard, did we?
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It isn't until he hears Hunk's voice again that he breathes. ]
You--[ How could you do that?! is what he wants to say, but the protest dies on his tongue. Blue would have been smashed into pieces by a blast like that, or at least damaged enough to have been removed from battle. Hunk had made the best possible decision. Lance had messed up. ]--it's fine. I'm fine. Let's keep at it!
[ Lance's voice is tight, his body coiled, cold anger making Blue light up. ] Guys, cut your comms! Hunk, cover me!
[ That's a well-known signal by now, and as soon as he feels the drone in his helmet shut off completely Lance jams his bayard into Blue's keyslot, watching the control panel light up. The soundwave takes a moment to power up, but when the counter ends Lance lets Blue dive forward with a roar, the massive tuning rods spearing ahead. As the drone ships converge on them, Lance triggers the blast. The most immediate effect is scrambling all nearby communications; the galra drone ships, rudderless, begin to spin away, smashing into each other. The effect will last until the main ship reboots their systems, but it's time enough. Lance boots the comms back up. ]
Let's get that cannon, guys!
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Finally, an end to this was in sight.
Hunk and Shiro converged on the cannon, their Lions being the largest, and strongest, the two make quick work of the deadly weapon. Pidge uses Green's stealth to sneak around behind the massive warship and disable its thrusters. Keith works on dealing as much damage to the hull as possible.
Explosions begin triggering along the main body, and Hunk grins, a feeling of satisfaction filling him. He was always glad to see a fight come to an end. Since it usually meant a hot shower, some food, and rest. Or, in his case, picking things back up with his boyfriend.]
Let's finish this up! I dunno about you guys, but I'm hella sick of looking at these jerks!!
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All right guys, good work out there! Now that we've cleared a path, let's take out that outpost. Form Voltron!
[ The words echo through him from Blue, who feels the call of her sisters. Instead of fighting it, Lance gives himself up to that feeling, falling in to flank Shiro, Blue's joints shifting and twisting to accomodate her new position as one part of a greater whole. He feels them all within his mind, shades of clour: Keith's fire, Pidge's cleverness, Shiro's stalwart determination, and Hunk's gentleness. He feels powerful and whole. He remembers Hunk taking the hit for him, and his own roiling ocean turns to ice.
The fleet goes down. They rain destruction on their enemies, one heart and one mind. Just like that, it's over, his comms full of Keith's delighted crowing, Pidge's laugh, Shiro's proud encouragement. They split up and return to the castle, and the closer they get the more Lance feels the pleasant warmth in his belly coiling. Allura is there to greet them when they land, she and Coran elated with their decisive victory. Lance only half-hears her congratulations; his focus is entirely on Hunk, the promise they'd shared rattling in his brain. Hunk seems larger tha life, somehow, as he disembarks from his Lion, Lance's usual quips dry on his tongue as he drinks in the sight of his boyfriend. His lover, who'd risked himself for Lance.
Lance decides Hunk deserves a reward. That single choice made, everything else seems to fall into place, and he crosses the hangar to go meet Hunk, steps decisive. He passes Pidge, who looks bemused, and Keith, who wonders out loud why Lance is so quiet. Lance's helmet hits the floor. Shiro laughs, distantly, in understanding. Lance comes right up to Hunk, hands reaching, tugging the Yellow Paladin down, crushing their mouths together. Shiro whistles and Allura gasps, but it's all distant, second to the sweet feeling of belonging when Lance wraps his arms around Hunk's neck. ]
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While he's definitely more of the open book type of person, Hunk has his own thoughts he'd prefer to keep to himself. Wishes, dreams, and desires he'd rather his teammates not be privy too. It's taken many hours of training to learn how to keep himself focused, to reign in those rogue mental noises, and open up the only parts necessary to form Voltron. Feeling the rush of his teammate's presence helps with that, allowing him to dial in on what needs to be done to complete their task.
There's a special kind of joy that comes with the Lion bond, and such intimate connection with the others. As they fly, and fight, and emerge victorious over their foes, it leaves Hunk feeling light and airy of spirit. Hearing his friend's happiness at their win encourages his own, and he easily joins in on their revelry, even as his thoughts drift back to Lance.
As Yellow lands in the hanger with a resounding thud, Hunk can feel a gentle spike in his nerves. He hasn't forgotten the promise he made to Lance on their way to the battlefield. It had been such a heat in the moment kind of thing. What if Lance didn't want it after all? What if he thought it was weird that Hunk was so totally for it? Tugging his helmet off, he ran a hand through his sweat-dampened bangs, teeth chewing on his bottom lip a bit while he made his way out of his Lion.
It's the gentle tug from Yellow on their link that gets him to look up in time. He vaguely hears Shiro's laughter, or Keith's question. All his attention is on Lance's approach.]
Lance? Wha-!!
[The concerned question Hunk had intended to ask is cut off by his boyfriend's mouth. Hunk tenses at first, because they're definitely not in either of their quarters, or their Lions for that matter. No, they're kissing in the middle of the hanger, in front of their team, their friends. It doesn't stop him from relaxing into it though. Doesn't stop him kissing back, his own arms sliding around Lance's waist to pull him in as close as their clunky armor will allow. That momentary fear of losing Lance from earlier sneaks back in, and he kisses his boyfriend back hard in response.
Hunk barely registers the sound of Pidge's voice telling Coran to pay up. Or of the combined questioning tones of Keith and Allura at Shiro, who is laughing again. When he pulls away to gaze down at his partner, his best friend, the absolute love of his life, Hunk laughs a little himself, something that is shy and amused at the same time.]
Well, that's one way to tell everyone you're off the market.
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He's especially okay with the soft way Hunk is looking at him, only him, and he wants to turn to the rest of them and go see, this is mine, this is completely mine, and no one can take it away from me. ]
Sorry. Couldn't help myself.
[ He leans back just enough to take Hunk's hands in his own. He leans against the Yellow Paladin as Allura debriefs them, tells them that they did well and that they should rest up while the ship is in transit, before they plan their next move. Lance doesn't need to be told twice; he picks his helmet back up, one hand still caught up in Hunk's, and leads his boyfriend away with a determined step. The others, bless them, collectively give them a bit of privacy. ]
I want a shower. [ His smile is solid, confident, very private. ] Back to your room, or mine? After all, we were so rudely interrupted...
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That warmth stays within him as he squeezes Lance's fingers, accepts the gentle weight of his boyfriend against his body. He hardly hears Allura's words, his attention too focused on the young man next to him. Once they're given the leave to depart, Hunk just smiles as Lance leads the way.
His mood is so blissful, so content he doesn't really register the part about taking a shower, thoughts caught up in how great things are. They won their fight, their teammates know about them being together, and seemed happy for them both.]
Huh? Oh, uhm, maybe yours this time? Since being in mine is where just got cockblocked.
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Mine it is.
[ He tugs Hunk along after him, feeling antsy, as if he could feel every glide of his flightsuit against his overheated skin, every bead of sweat still trailing down his spine from the exertion. The door is whisper-quiet behind them, and there's a moment's pause when Lance debates what to do, now that they're, well, here. Alone. Together. In private. It feels less casual than before, somehow, like there's a tension in the air, and he—likes it? When he licks his lips, he can practically taste it. Sweat, musk, electricity. Hunk's presence is almost a physical weight, and isn't that a thought.
He tosses his helmet back on its cradle and turns back to his boyfriend, smile a little less cocky, a little more shy, fond, soft. He reaches for Hunk--but his hand goes right past, activating the door lock. ]
Stuck with me now. No regrets?
[ He swallows, not wanting to admit how nervous he feels: he'd claimed Hunk publicly, without checking first, backing the other boy into a corner. Not cool of him. What if Hunk...didn't want that? ]
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Stepping over the threshold into his partner's quarters, certain things begin to settle into the pit of Hunk's stomach. Such as the flitting memory of what they were doing before the battle. Lance's body pressed up against his. The bet that was made, but still unsettled. Suddenly being kissed in front of their entire team. Now, he was being locked into Lance's room. The other smiling softly, but also looking nervous as he asks what is the easiest question Hunk has had to answer in days.
Hunk lets his own helmet drop to the floor, the armored head piece clunking against the metal audibly. Taking a step forward, he brings a hand up to brush against a warm cheek, fingers sliding through messy brown hair. His other settles on the small of Lance's back, pulling him in closer as he leans in himself.]
None what so ever.
[Tilting his head, he presses a soft, lingering kiss to his boyfriend's mouth. One that quickly becomes firm, and hungry, as he remembers the way Lance told everyone that Hunk was his, claiming him with a kiss that made his knees weak.]
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Hunk...
[ They have to create some distance in order for him to reach the latches of his chest plate, which come apart with a deft flick of his fingers. His eyes don't come unglued from Hunk's face, bottom lip caught between his teeth, puffed up from the abuse. He's all businesslike, feeling abruptly too constricted, overheated, wanted desperately to be acknowledged, to be seen.
It's not long before gauntlets and greaves hit the floor, the flightsuit peeled away from its alien, magnetic closures. Lance exposes himself, inch by inch, supple nut-brown skin full of goosebumps, nipples peaking already. He pushes the suit down his hips before taking Hunk's hands in his own, putting them right over his unfinished handiwork, the ridge of his hipbones flaring over the top of where he'd left off. ]
Help me outta this?
[ His grin warms the space between them. ]
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Even better than that is the way his voice sounds as he says Hunks name.
It's different now than the way he calls to him normally. When they're together, just the two of them, there always seems to be a spark of something hidden when Lance says it. One that Hunk always tries to mimic, to capture in his own voice when he speaks Lance's name. Except this time that two-syllable noun catches in his throat as the other steps back and begins to strip himself of his Paladin armor.
Hunk can't look away, but he can't focus his gaze solely on those deep, ocean blue eyes staring at him. The way Lance moves as his fingers undo latches, tug at that pieces of protective armor... It's mesmerizing despite the lack of any really teasing motions. Not to mention it's not as if he hasn't had a shirtless Lance in his lap, squirming and wriggling as they kissed the air out of each other's lungs. Hell, it was only a little over an hour that they were grinding down against each other in Hunk's bed.
Yet, despite that, there's something even more arousing about Lance asking for Hunk's assistance in undressing like this, in the way he's set Hunk's hands onto his own hips. His skin is incredibly warm under his fingertips, and the Yellow Paladin gives a little grin of his own before giving a playful tug to the tight alien fabric. Part of his brain is reminding him to breathe, because it's too easy to hold in the air within his lungs.
In a fluid motion, he's kneeling in front of Lance, fingers slowly pulling the flightsuit down to reveal another inch of skin. He stops before it'd show off anything much more intriguing, head tilting to press a soft kiss to Lance's belly. Hands gripping his boyfriend's hips, his gaze looks up through eyelashes, as he quirks a grin of his own.]
Hey, you haven't told me if you took out more bad guys than Keith did.
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His hands plummet to Hunk's shoulders, fingers scratching against the armor. ]
D-duh. [ This is actually happening. His flightsuit has never felt tighter than right now. ] I scrambled like, two hundred of 'em.
[ Right after Hunk had... Lance purses his mouth, boastful expression falling. He looks down at Hunk kneeling, takes in the dishevelled hair and the plush lips and soft jaw. He remembers how his bones shook when Yellow knocked Blue out of the way. ]
You were incredible, though. You saved me, out there.
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Except, it's a feeling that's quickly squashed at how the Blue Paladin's expression changes. Going from boastful, to thoughtful. When he speaks Hunk feels his own face slip into a more somber one. Remembering how close it was. Knowing Blue's armor capabilities so well. Knowing there'd be no way for the two to take that hit unscathed.]
All I could think about... was reaching you. There was nothing else in my head.
[Hunk presses another kiss to warm skin, fingers squeezing against Lance's waist with a gentle pressure.]
I'm just glad we were fast enough for once.
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Yeah, well. [ His mouth curls, warm and fond. His eyes are wet. ] I'm glad I'm here--with you.
[ He can feel Hunk's breath as it ghosts just shy of his navel, making the hairs stand on edge where they peek over the edge of his pulled-down bodysuit, his legs already taut as though he's afraid they'll give out beneath him. Hunk's proximity is definitely having an effect; he'd be lying to say his imagination hadn't walked this path before. The very sizable difference being that this was real. ]
I want you so bad, Hunk.
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Hunk's tongue feels heavy in his mouth. As confident as he feels about moving forward, about taking the next leap with Lance in their relationship, he can't help the ever constant tingle of his nerves that urge him to pull back. Pushing against it, he smiles up at his boyfriend, gaze intense as he kisses the line where skin meets fabric, lips moving dangerously close to a much more sensitive area.]
Let me show you how much I want you too?
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Oh my god. Please, Hunk, please.
[ Is that his voice? It must be, and yet he can hardly recognize himself, strained and rough from the cocktail of emotion coursing through him. He's never felt this wholly, unabashedly safe before. Nurtured. Cocooned. His attention blankets Hunk fully, fingers still running through that thick dark hair, shivers wandering his body even as he eases himself back, forces himself not to move. ]
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Thick fingertips hook themselves on the edge of the skin tight fabric, resting against the still sweaty skin of Lance's hips. Hunk's eyes focus on the area in front of him. With a tilt of his head, he trails feather light kisses along the Blue Paladin's cloth covered cock. Letting his eyelids slip close, he runs tongue against the bulge there as his hands work the flight suit down along the other's thighs.]
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He makes a soft chirping squeak, but doesn't have the energy for shame. His dizzy mind snatches a thought: why haven't they done this sooner?
Hunk looks strong and stable on his knees like that, a boulder or an anchor. Lance desperately needs it, shifting and twitching under his boyfriend's ministrations. ]
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There's a moment of hesitation. Not because of lack of desire, or from a spike of sudden distaste. Hunk most certainly wants to do this, has wanted to do this for some time. It's a lack of experience that makes him pause. Sure, he's read some things, and maybe watched a couple of vids out of curiosity, but that feels like ages ago, and he so badly doesn't want to mess this up.
Letting his fingers gently wrap around the base, he shifts his gaze up to Lance's face. From the back of his mind comes something the other said to him before. 'Communication is important.' As awkward as it might feel, talking while his hand is holding his boyfriend's erection, Hunk can't help the nagging feeling that pushes the words from his mouth.]
Let me know if I do anything you don't like... okay?
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Hunk, you're so--incredible--god there's nothing you could do right now, nothing--that--I--please! I need you so bad, babe!
[ Translation: 'okay'. ]
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[Lance's physical reaction, paired with his plea, is all the encouragement Hunk needs to push his silly fears away. Flashing his partner a grin, his attention focuses back to the task at hand (haha!). Of course, he's not entirely sure how to really kick things off.
Considering that he also sports a dick, Hunk figures it can't hurt to start by trying some of the things he likes. Shifting his weight around on his knees, he begins by moving the hand at the base, and letting his fingers drag over the heated skin of the shaft. Hunk's other hand comes to rest on one of Lance's hips, while the other slides a thumb over the tip, the pad smearing beads of pre-come around the head.
Never one to shy away from tasting new things, Hunk leans in to swipe him tongue along the path his thumb has left.]
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He hiccups, one hand flying up so he can bite his knuckle hard enough to stop himself from shouting. He's way too keyed up, from the adrenaline of the fight and the burst of energy from declaring his flame to this...his whole body feels like it's on fire.
Gently, reverent, he strokes Hunk's hair, his soft moans extinguished by his fist. ]
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Leaning a little into those wonderful fingers, he licks along the shaft, small, short strokes, mixing in soft presses of his lips to the heated skin. He's doing what he thinks would feel good to him. Or what might drive him a little crazy, like following a long run of his tongue with soft puffs of breath. Fingertips just barely brushing over the swell of his balls.
Hunk's attention is focused solely on Lance's cock, and tasting every inch of it that he can, until he's finally worked up the nerve to take the head of it into his mouth. Being mindful of his teeth, he keeps his jaw relaxed, tongue flattening against the underside of hot flesh.
Taking an inch in, he backs up a little, before trying to take more, sucking gently and rubbing his tongue alongside the shaft.]