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is that alright
[It'd been on the back of his mind ever since they agreed that their next step was to return to Earth in order to replace the Castle of Lions, like a ghost silently following him around whenever there isn't something immediately life threatening to hold his attention. For so long he's insisted that there was nothing to go back home to, That by the end of it all he made everyone turn their backs on him and that this was all for the best. It's the only narrative that makes him stop looking at the past and look towards the present and future, and it had served him so well for as long as it lasted.
The return to Earth refuses to be simple though, and barely even before the dust of their destroyed planet had even settled, there'd only been one person in his mind: Griffin. Was he okay? Did he survive this? And then only few minutes later that Garrison car had shown up to pick them up from the ruins of Platt City and that achingly familiar voice had momentarily rendered Keith speechless.
That was just several hours ago, but somehow it feels like a lifetime has passed already between the endless reunions, briefings, status reports and navigating around an entire military's chain of command where it'd only been the paladins before. He doesn't know what to expect from Griffin anymore, but he knows without a doubt that he deserves every single cold look, and grimaces his way through the guy's criticism of his team, somehow knowing it's not even about Hunk, it's him. Griffin wants to yell at him and that's.......
Maybe that's egotistical. Maybe the guy's doing far less thinking about Keith than Keith is doing about him.... and maybe he hopes that's true for Griffin's sake. It's that thought that keeps him from seeking Griffin out on his own. As much as he wants to apologize, he knows not everyone gets to and that not everyone wants one.
Then again that might also just be cowardice in the guise of empathy; Keith doesn't know. But he does know that when Griffin and Veronica turn up unexpectedly at the hangar to help him and Hunk, he's inexplicably, selfishly relieved. They return to the Garrison base without Hunk's parents, but there's a greater sense of resolve in the air. Hunk's going to save his family, they're going to liberate Earth and--]
...James.
[He reaches out grabbing the other boy's arm, heart thudding in his chest.]
Can we talk?
The return to Earth refuses to be simple though, and barely even before the dust of their destroyed planet had even settled, there'd only been one person in his mind: Griffin. Was he okay? Did he survive this? And then only few minutes later that Garrison car had shown up to pick them up from the ruins of Platt City and that achingly familiar voice had momentarily rendered Keith speechless.
That was just several hours ago, but somehow it feels like a lifetime has passed already between the endless reunions, briefings, status reports and navigating around an entire military's chain of command where it'd only been the paladins before. He doesn't know what to expect from Griffin anymore, but he knows without a doubt that he deserves every single cold look, and grimaces his way through the guy's criticism of his team, somehow knowing it's not even about Hunk, it's him. Griffin wants to yell at him and that's.......
Maybe that's egotistical. Maybe the guy's doing far less thinking about Keith than Keith is doing about him.... and maybe he hopes that's true for Griffin's sake. It's that thought that keeps him from seeking Griffin out on his own. As much as he wants to apologize, he knows not everyone gets to and that not everyone wants one.
Then again that might also just be cowardice in the guise of empathy; Keith doesn't know. But he does know that when Griffin and Veronica turn up unexpectedly at the hangar to help him and Hunk, he's inexplicably, selfishly relieved. They return to the Garrison base without Hunk's parents, but there's a greater sense of resolve in the air. Hunk's going to save his family, they're going to liberate Earth and--]
...James.
[He reaches out grabbing the other boy's arm, heart thudding in his chest.]
Can we talk?
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Do you.
[There isn't a whole lot of doubt there, and one way or another, Keith releases James' cock in favor of positioning both of his hands at the other's hips to pull downwards and both pants and underwear. But some part of him still can't help searching for some proof that these aren't just... platitudes he shares with lovers in general.]
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He sits up a bit, so he can reach Keith's neck again to press a hot kiss at the base.]
I do. I missed this. [ Another kiss.] You. [ Kiss.] I dreamed of this... [ A long lick this time.] Close isn't close enough anymore.
[ He wouldn't confess about the dreams in any reasonable state of mind, but right now he's unbearably hard and the only thing on his mind is to share his experience with Keith.]
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[Unthinking Keith tips his head back a little as James leaves kisses on his neck, his breath hitching audibly at the tongue.]
...mmmh...
[Shifting a little, he brushes his fingers up along the inside of James' thigh.]
You..ah... dreamed about me?
[hat's not inherently surprising; Keith's had his share of dreams and/or nightmares about James, though they'd become less over time. At least up until the plan to return to Earth became official.]
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I did.
[ He kisses down Keith's chest as he speaks, whispering into his skin. ]
Way too often... It used to make me sad...
[ Horrible hollow feelings in waking up, when he was forced to confront the reality that Keith could still get in his head. That he still loved Keith in his dreams, all the same, even after years had passed. ]
I didn't think I'd ever get you back...
[ But he's back now and James straightens himself out to leave a kiss on Keith's lips for a change. ]
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It's nice to know that James thought about him though, and it wasn't all just him stuck with the sad, lonely dreams that went nowhere. That the "I miss you" sentiments had existed even before he came back as a person who was actually worth something, and that they had some similar feelings of longing even while apart.
The warm thoughts keep him pressed to James' lips for a long moment, then he breaks apart, breathing faster and a little heavier.]
Sorry, I... I really need to take this off now.
[There is, after all, a considerable amount of tenting going on and this underarmor wasn't made to accommodate paladins with arousals. Keith swings his legs over the side of the bed, tugging down at the fabric and tossing it to the side with an audible sigh of relief when he's no longer being constricted.
But then... it leaves him sitting without a stitch of clothing on and stupidly hard beside James for the first time in years, and that's..... ah. Fleeting embarrassment colors his cheeks red. Keith ducks his head as he turns to face the other again.]
I had dreams about you, too.
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... did you now...?
[ His voice is basically a purr. In a more light-hearted situation he'd ask just what exactly those dreams entailed, but even through the arousal clouding his mind James realizes that this question would likely just end up being a mood killer.
So instead of inquiring further, he shuffles closer so that this time he's the one straddling Keith. Gently, he places his hands on Keith's shoulders, pushing him backwards. ]
You're even hotter now than you were in my fantasies.
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[Keith stops dead mid sentence when James climbs on top of him, eyes wide for a split second before smiling up at the other boy as he lets himself get pushed back against the bed. His heart starts pounding even harder as James' body presses him further into the mattress. No clothes, nothing between them. Keith has to fight back the urge to move his hips at the feeling of their bare arousals pressed between them.]
Mmn..what kind of fantasies?
[Wrapping one arm around James' back, his fingers trace out small circles on his smooth skin.]
You're pretty incredible, you know... [Leaning up, Keith kisses his neck.] ...Never wanted to actually tell you that cuz I knew you'd be smug about it for the rest of the day. [A nip, then a lick.] But... god you look good.
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[ It's not the most coherent answer, but it's very accurate to how James feels as he is assaulted with lips and compliments while Keith's whole body is below him, naked erection easy to feel on his skin.
He grins lopsidedly at Keith, before pressing their foreheads together. ]
That... fulfills one fantasy.
[ Though it'd been a fantasy he'd been having while they were still together. Verbal acknowledgement of their attraction for one another... He had simple dreams back then.
And then he decides that he doesn't care for restraint anymore and does what Keith's been holding back on: he grinds their hips together, slowly but insistently and not stopping at just once. ]
Ah....
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[A soft moan escapes his lips as James moves his hips, and their arousals brush against each other. Involuntarily, his fingers dig a little into James' backside. Breathing fast, he presses his mouth to James' jaw, kissing up to his ear.]
...just like you to get off to ...nn.... being told how hot you are.
[It's an amused whisper, though thick with need too. A swipe of tongue at his earlobe, then he winds his free hand up to rake his fingers through James' hair, giving it a gentle tug. Another kiss at his neck, more insistent this time as he sucks on delicate skin. If not careful, it might leave another mark... but Keith hasn't gotten that far ahead in thinking. A murmur:]
...what else?
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You... just... hnnh... just you, Keith. I missed the way you bite.
[ Just to name one very specific thing among many, many different details of Keith that he'd yearned for, sometimes more and sometimes less.
One of his hands detaches from Keith's shoulder to move over his arm instead, feeling the muscles appreciatively. ]
... and you? Ah-- what did you dream of?
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I missed biting you....mmh... how you react...
[Hand moving down to settle between shoulder blades, Keith settles back, closing his eyes as fingernails dig into his shoulders.]
You. Your mouth.. on... ah... on me. Holding you down.
[There'd been a slew of dreams about James really. Many of them not sexual at all, just... horrible, guilt inducing dreams or dreams that were just so idealized and sweet that they hurt in a whole different way, but for the moment that's not the point. Keith opens his eyes again, a small lopsided grin on his lips.]
...awkwardly followed me around for years.
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[ James separates his upper body a little from Keith's, but only so he can arch down again to first kiss Keith on the mouth, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip, and then move his mouth lower over Keith's chest down to his stomach. Lips, teeth, tongue... he lets it all graze over Keith's skin on the journey. Every shiver he can elicit from the other is delicious to him. When he's almost down to the hips, he pauses and smiles up at Keith. ]
Want to know how the reality holds up...?
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Ah...
[..and oh fuck that smile is not fair. James' face that close to his crotch is, in a word, illegal. Even as color dusts his cheeks again, some part of him is consumed with the thought but I can't kiss your mouth if you do that. Heart skipping way too many beats to do anything as complicated as talk however, he simply gives a half nod, whispering a single word:] ...please.
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I love you is a thought that comes into his mind all too hotly, too naturally, now that hormones are closing the emotional distance that had opened between them.
The sentiment is a little too overwhelming to linger on, so James fixes his gaze on Keith's erection instead and god he wants it, but also... it's really big. James hasn't gone down on anyone in forever and it's been even longer since it'd been someone Keith's size (well, since it had been Keith himself). This is going to be difficult. Exciting but a little difficult. Not that James backs down from a challenge.
Demonstrating this, James lowers himself further, giving the tip of Keith's arousal a lick before opening his mouth to take it in. His left hand is down on the mattress, stabilizing him, while the right moves to close around Keith's base. Just because there's no way that James can take all of Keith doesn't mean some parts need to be neglected. ]
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A-ah.... James....
[Murmured around his hand still, he grabs at the sheets with the other pulling them tight in lieu of moving his hips. He wants to, but god -- he can't. He knows he can't. It's been so long since they've done this together, and sadly enough he's probably dreamed about this more than they've actually done it together, but that long period of abstinence only seems to amplify the effect that lips and tongue around his cock seems to have.
Sitting up slightly, Keith rests some of his weight on his elbows to watch James touch him, mind racing with too many different hazy thoughts. James is gorgeous, watching him take more of his arousal in his mouth is ridiculously hot and Keith's breathing soon turns to panting.
Should he... should be be saying any of this? He doesn't know, but any attempt he makes at starting to speak simply turns into an unintelligible moan.]
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Maybe this means he should just up his game. Now that he's adjusted to the size a little, going faster and making more intricate tongue movements is certainly not as much of a challenge anymore.
The only issue is just that every noise Keith makes is making his own arousal strain almost painfully. ]
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Nngh... James...
[There's no other word for the way his voice sounds other than needy. He'd have hated sounding like this in the past when he didn't want James to know just how much he wanted him out of so many misplaced fears. Even now, he can hear that edge in his voice, somewhere between pleading and pure adoration, and it sounds so wrong, but everything James is doing -- every movement of his mouth, every lick, every stroke just feels unbelievably right and he doesn't know how long he can hold out here, or what he's saying. His lips move, maybe to start saying James' name again, but he loses composure in the middle of it and --]
...fuck...James, I... nnngh ... so close.
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The act of giving head is already pretty sexy in itself, but with the fingers tracing his face..... The sentimental touch makes him sigh around Keith.
Despite the fact that his own needs are being completely neglected in this, James feels more blissful than he has in a long while. Keith's warning only makes him put some more effort into swirling his tongue around his reacquired boyfriend's tip while rubbing his hand around the base. Come. Let me hear it. ]
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Nnh... James....
[Fingers digging into James; shoulder, he lets out a low, pleasured noise as climax takes over and suddenly there's just nothing but shivering, panting and a kind of tranquilizing bliss.]
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He licks his tongue over Keith's a final time, leaving him as clean as can be, and pulls back. Though he swallows, he still has to quickly wipe his mouth with his hand afterwards. This done with, James looks down on his partner and finds himself smiling.
Post-orgasmic Keith is delicious, really. He looks utterly disheveled and spent, perfect body all sprawled out over the bed. It'd be kind of adorable if James wasn't still rock hard and looking at Keith didn't make him feel an incredible sense of wanting. ]
... damn. You're way too pretty...
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You're incredible.
[In the moment that's a little too heartfelt, too earnest, but Keith doesn't care. Distantly he's aware that he should be addressing the other's needs right about now, but for the moment he just wants to look at him. And then he presses theri lips together for a kiss.]
Your turn, huh.
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Please...
[ There's some pleading in his voice now as well - he's held out for far too long and he wants Keith and he wants him badly and is there really any shame in letting him know that when the atmosphere between them is so intimate and open?
Contrary to his begging though, he pulls Keith back for another, deeper, kiss. It's not been more than 10 minutes long since they last made out, but somehow it feels like an eternity and James just wants that sense of absolute closeness back, where their bodies are pressed together tightly, melting into one unit. ]
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Have any requests?
[A curious question, followed by a quick kiss. The offer should really make him more nervous because it's been so long, and god knows how much his inexperience is going to show, but for now it's enough to know that it's him that James wants, despite all shortcomings. Keith rolls them over so that it's James beneath him, then steals another quick kiss.]
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Yeah, one.
[ James reaches up to brush through Keith's hair once again. ]
Don't let go.
[ And with that, he leans up to capture Keith's lips in another kiss. ]
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Don't let go. Make up for letting go all those years ago amidst a whirlwind of emotions he had no idea how to handle. Make up for something that maybe there is no making up for, but try to anyway by showing James just how much he'd been missed. How much he's wanted. It's everything he wanted from James and never knew he had when they were younger, and now that he knows better, he doesn't want James to feel the way he used to.
Keith breaks the kiss briefly, drawing back only enough to whisper audibly:]
I'm not going anywhere.
[Parting his lips, Keith deepens the kiss, moving a hand down James' side, fingers curving over hip bone to close around the erection pressed between them. Experimentally he starts giving a few slow strokes.]
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