like a wildfire;

[spazzed]

Who: keith, shiro, lance, allura
What: catch-all for shenanigans during february
Where: casa voltron, possibly other places, who even knows
When: all month
Warnings: nothing just yet but will be updated as needed!

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[marmoron]

[It's too early for his heart to be beating this fast. Lance has the most unfair, magnetic pull on him and Keith can't help laughing, half nervous half thrilled, by that meandering kiss. Color dusts his cheeks at the tenderness, skin tingling where Lance murmurs.]

That time with the dragon was just a lucky shot, huh.

[Just a bit of light teasing -- something, anything to take the edge off of the anticipatory tension. ]

Or do you need all your targets to be that massive, dragonslayer?

[And despite the nature of these little prods, that last word is said with affection. Keith turns his face a little, enough to bring the corners of their lips together.]

Helpful enough?

[spazzed]

( it isn't like he's actively trying to be unfair, or to have that kind of pull, and while at other times the sound of keith's laughter might have made him wonder if he'd mucked up, made a mistake or just flat-out made himself look like a fool, here, it … it has the same sort of pull that finds the corners of his mouth pulling up into the smallest smile of their own volition.

this is so much and not enough already, even as the fingertips of his free hand ghost over the edge of the other's sharp jaw, tracing over the line of it as he hums right back, keeping up with the teasing and the prod that he hears more affection in than anything else. ) If I said it was a lucky shot, you'd never let me live it down —

( and he's still smiling, because he can't help it when it's so easy to bring to the surface, something that he thinks is going to be a constant in his expression as long as they stay together like this. he breathes out, then in again, the closeness of their lips distracting enough in itself that he could very well miss again, but he's really, really not that bad of a shot. ) I knew you could be helpful when you wanted to be.

( and with his own bit of teasing being tossed right back so easily, he presses in close again, finally finding his mark in the form of the softest little kiss, a tentative sort of thing that sends tingles all through him, from the back of his neck down to the ends of his bare toes. )

[marmoron]

[The quip back almost has Keith laughing again, but the kiss is more than effective at turning it into a hitched breath as the noise catches in his throat. This was an inevitability; the way things between them were going they were bound to end up like this and yet... it still manages to exceed all expectations of what he thought kissing the other paladin might be like. Hesitant and gentle -- Lance feels so warm on his lips, and his face feels warm to match.]

Lance....

[The name's whispered against his lips before Keith leans in to return the kiss, soft and lingering there for a long moment. When he draws back, they're not even an inch apart, just enough to meet Lance's eyes. He doesn't know how they're both still managing to sit on the couch when it feels like someone's turned on a zero-G simulation.]

I never wanna kiss anyone else again.

[spazzed]

( it's immediate, the reaction, the way his whole body goes warm and tingly at the first touch of lips to lips, and it really does take everything in him not to press even closer — not to climb into the other's lap just to destroy whatever tiny spaces there might still be between them — because this feels right in so many ways that he'd lose count if he tried, and it doesn't matter anyway, because he doesn't need to. because this is all he needs, and all he will need in future.

not even the sound of his name can break his train of thought here, because that train is simple and monosyllabic, nothing but keith, keith, keith at the forefront and the back of his mind, every place in between that could have been taken up by any number of things before this.

( but he does hear, it, as well as the words that follow, and he can't help but to smile into that next kiss because it's everything he'd never thought he would have, everything that he'd never thought he deserved, warm and solid and real and right in front of him. he's dizzy with it, lightheaded and turned upside down but in the best way possible. )

he meets the other's gaze, simultaneously taking his bottom lip between both of his own and nipping at it gently, playfully. ) Good, 'cause I don't want you to. ( pause, and then: ) Neither do I.

[marmoron]

[A shiver travels all the way down his spine at the playful bite, and his eyes flutter closed again unthinkingly as he presses forward to steal another kiss. No more words because there's just no need for them anymore. For what feels like the first time in a long time, or maybe even just the first time ever, he and Lance know exactly what they want from each other. No mysteries, no miscommunication -- nothing. They''re connected in ways that transcend Keith's ability to put to words and as strange as that is for him, he's never felt so goddamn content. With Lance, with himself, with just how simple and pure being close can really be.

Hand shifting down to rest on Lance's chest, his fingers close around his shirt, holding him close as he swipes his tongue over Lance's lower lip, then nips back in kind. There are so many reasons why this is objectiely a bad idea that it's almost laughable. They're sitting on the couch outside where anyone can just walk in on them kissing. In fact, they will walk out and see, if Shiro's up at dawn, too, but damn does Keith not care right now.

Kissing Lance, showing him that he's wanted every bit as much as Keith himself feels wanted is just about the only thing that matters. Eyes bright, Keith pulls back only to kiss Lance's neck. And then... feeling that's not enough, Keith leaves a trail of playful bites down Lance's neck, murmuring softly between nips.]

How have we never kissed before...?

[spazzed]

( lance rarely finds moments in which he feels like there is no room for words, because there is always room for words where he's concerned, and more because he just so happens to have a lot to say than anything else; this, though, is so much different from anything they've shared up to now, even with the admittance of the bonding moment because he's at a point in his understanding of both himself and keith that it. makes so much more sense than it used to, if that makes sense at all.

what it all boils down to is that kisses are nice, and words aren't necessary. keith's kisses are nice, with the sharp little edge they have to them brought on by that one little nip of his own teeth, something playful and sweet the longer they stay close like this. like … it's something lance never wants to give up, because he's finally found a place in this too-large universe that he belongs, and it's such a heady, dizzying thing that he's almost sure he could get drunk off that feeling alone.

and it's something he doesn't ever want to give up.

they should think about where they are, in a public sort of place where either of their respective roommates could walk out and catch them — but they don't, and it seems like they aren't going to, especially with the way the other's tongue teases along his bottom lip to the point of this one trying to chase it. making a disgruntled little noise in the back of his throat when he can't keep up, a noise that morphs into something soft and pleased at the line of subsequently-placed nips, fingers unconsciously sinking into dark hair to drag blunt nails over his scalp. )

I … mm. I dunno. ( he's distracted. because you're distracting. this lack of words is entirely your fault.

but he does make an attempt to nip at his jaw in return, any part of him he can reach, because it feels like he isn't touching him enough. kissing him enough. ) I say we make up for lost time.

[marmoron]

[Keith laughs softly, is lips still pressed into the crook of the other boy's neck.]

Sounds good to me.

[And god -- he means it with every fiber of his soul. There isn't a single part of him that doesn't just want to melt into Lance's warmth and just share everything with him. There isn't a single thing in the world that could be more perfect than simply holding Lance close. Tilting his head up a little, he leaves a kiss on the underside of Lance's jaw before forcing himself to put more space between them just so he can take Lance in again with fresh eyes. Seing the way Lance's hair is mussed up from sleeping on the couch gets Keith to laugh again.]

Lance, your hair.

[He reaches out patting down a mop of soft curls, filled with so much fondness that his heart feels like it might burst. Another moment and some self awareness on just how ridiculous his own probable bed head kicks in.]

...I was going to wash up. You distracted me.

[spazzed]

Hey, don't hate on the bedhead. ( he gives back just as fondly, reaching for the hand that had tried to tame it and taking it in his own, kissing the very center of keith's palm before he gives it back to him. all of this just feel so natural that he still can't understand how they hadn't made it this far before, why they hadn't gotten this close before but it doesn't matter in the long run, because they are now and everything feels … well.

perfect is about as cliched as one can get about something like this, but as they say, if the shoe fits —

both hands find their way into unruly dark hair, not so much in an attempt to smooth keith's own bedhead but perhaps make it just a little bit worse, a grin etching its way into lance's expression as it does precisely as he predicts and stands even more on end when he pulls back. it's something, to see keith like this, soft and open with nothing to hide, and his heart swells so much in his chest that it might just burst through his ribs.

but then his face lights up like christmas with a thought brought on by what the other says next. ) I have an idea. ( famous last words. )

Instead of just washing up … wanna do a face mask with me? You won't regret it, I promise.