the territory here was strange and new, still a little fresh, but probably the best thing about it was that he actually felt like this was home. not necessarily the place itself, because elysion was different, another planet in the infinite galaxy they'd been traveling across, but with people he should have considered family a long time ago. there were still some missing, hunk and allura and coran, but if he and shiro, lance and pidge, had already been brought together, keith was starting to think that perhaps it wasn't impossible to find everyone. he'd been a wreck when he'd come here, its why he'd settled in pandora—not really 'settled', he didn't quite feel like he belonged anywhere really—and outcast himself. its why, though shiro had been here a while already, he hadn't found keith. it was because he hadn't wanted to be found. he'd come to find out that he and pidge had been here for a year already, before everyone else, and they hadn't come across one another, and it was for the sheer fact that keith didn't really feel like he should. but whatever issues he'd had, he had to forget about, because things were different now. keith had worked his hardest to accept the things he couldn't change, and to come to terms with whatever galran traits he had. it was like anything else, you couldn't judge someone based on the actions of a few, and not all galra even knew what they were fighting for anymore. the blade of marmora had opened him up to that, and when keith looked back on it, he realized that he'd had a place on voltron, with the team, with that family unit he'd never had before, and he'd been trying to ignore it. he'd been so stuck in the mindset that he'd been abandoned over and over again that he hadn't fully seen that this team was not abandoning him. they wouldn't, even knowing he was half-galra, it wouldn't matter. shiro knew, lance had since been told, and it was alright. so in keeping with the newness, he'd finally made that move to go after the things he wanted—or well, he supposed he couldn't say shiro was a thing
, and lance was something
alright but, you know, not an object. and coming to terms with the things he wanted was hard enough, believing that he actually deserved those things was another matter entirely.
this was such a good development in his life. it really was, and while keith never really envisioned this being where he was led, he didn't regret it. he made bad choices, he knew that, but this was a very good choice. "too bad for my developing galran stamina, huh?" he teased and god he really hoped he wouldn't really start developing more stamina when it came to sex. he really just wanted this to be normal for him. for his job, his extra adrenaline bursts and ability to dodge and weave, those were important. being able to go multiple rounds and only getting off once was decidedly not. he arched an eyebrow, knew the way that lance's lip quirked, and the cat-like look on his face, to usually meant some sort of trouble. with hands released, he propped himself up against the back of the chair again in enough time to brace himself. lance's shift pushed them together enough for keith to feel the static, the heat of how close he'd been before burning back into him. he sucked in an audible breath, eyes fluttering shut, and teeth immediately catching his lower lip. keith sank a little bit then, his own hips just carefully grinding down into lance's lap, back bowing the second the other paladin's fingers closed around his cock again. his pace was slow, an attempt to work himself back up, and keith appreciated it. his fingers dug into the plush padding of the back of the seat every time lance fucked up into him with purpose; a soft, drawn-out sound from the back of his throat on those almost painfully slow slides out. he made adjustments every time, wanted to settle himself back into that proper angle, and was growing impatient now. brows furrowing, he whined like a petulant child until he found it, and the ache in his hips told him he'd pay the price for it. he was sinking into lance again, hands drooping where he'd braced them, forearms slipping to perch against lance's shoulders instead. keith always seemed to fold in on himself the closer he got, and the brief pause had done nothing to calm him.
his lips found the other's pulse, and he lightly dug his teeth into lance's skin, tasted the salt of his sweat, and moaned against him. it was hard to do what he wanted in this position, and his thighs were also protesting the way he was flexing them every time he met lance thrust for thrust, but if lance wasn't going to give up, neither was he. that delicious burn at the base of his spine and the sharp sting of pleasure that shot through him every time lance bottomed had him trembling, almost vibrating with a need that was growing stronger every second. biting down on his lip again, keith let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and it was plaintive and desperate. the moment shifted to something surreal and keith became hyper-aware of every move, of every breath, wanted to settle his hand over his abdomen cause he swore he could feel lance inside him from every angle. swallowing thickly, he ground out another high, sweet sound, and lifted his slightly dipped head. his vision was hazy, his eyes undoubtedly dark and clouded as he found his bearings, and slid both hands up to cup lance's jaw, thumbs tipping the other's head enough so he could speak against his lips. "yes, lance, l-like that, there," he muttered, breath shuddering out of him before he was asking for a kiss, sloppy and rushed as it was. tension was building in him, tightly wound, and the way he was breaking apart was painfully obvious. nothing composed about him anymore, his skin flushed, shoulders drawing in, keith slid his arms around lance's neck and shivered all over. his last plea was strained and desperate, his world dissolving into what seemed like a countdown timer. "harder, please."