[ 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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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.]