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Your teammates are the reason I'm not as needed as I could be. I'm glad you're surrounded by good people. [ Shiro seems to watch out for them just as much as they do for him, which is probably why Mananan isn't really brought to him nearly as much as he's expected.

He smiles slightly as Shiro looks at him, but he doesn't expect him to remember anything. He had no intention of leaving an impression, so he's sure he didn't. ]

Yeah, when you were younger. I think you were a teenager when I realized we were tethered to each other, but most of my contact with you has been in more recent years. [ For obvious reasons. ]

You can ask anything you want. I'll answer honestly.

[con't from here!]

[He nods at that, because it's certainly true. A revolutionary doesn't need to have that specific title to be a revolutionary, obviously. Though, perhaps the Army he worked for could have chosen a slightly less -- blatant name.]

That's true.

Oh? [He actually giggles softly, immediately blushing afterward. That was a little awkward, coming from a grown man, so he looks away.] That's impressive. [And then that question --]

It's just the world. Can't really state anything more than that! [Oh, how he'd love to have a drink right now, but the aphrodisiacs make that impossible.]

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Glad to hear it. [Likewise, Shiro doesn’t anyone walking in on what’s obviously going to be a very personal time between them. He lets his hands lower to his sides, chin lifting slightly as Keith works on the buttons of his shirt. They slide open easily, splaying the dress material over Shiro’s powerful chest. Apparently the Paladin figured and undershirt wasn’t required for going formal, as his skin’s revealed with each pop of the button. Scars mar his flesh, from slash lines to burn swaths to even bite marks; a handful of those are visible on his chest and stomach as readily as the one across the bridge of his nose. But the sculpture of his muscles—the same that make his shirt a bit tight—stand in defiance of the injuries, powerful and defined like a trained soldier.]

I’ve… thought about this too. [He can’t lie about that, not when those amethyst eyes meet his silver gaze. Keith is… he’s more than just attractive to Shiro. He’s close. The man he invested in as a youth, the soldier he trusted his life to without hesitation, the friend who encouraged him through so much. A pulse of heat runs through him, both from swift arousal and deeper affection. It blooms on his face at the mention of Adam, his heart clenching in his chest despite himself. Adam…] He might have needed some encouraging to agree to this.

[Shiro finds himself smiling at the thought despite the pang of sadness and ever-lingering affection for his deceased lover.] But Adam always thought you were cute. [The Paladin moves his shoulder forward, letting Keith push his shirt over the round and down his arm, muscles shifting under his skin.] He said you’d grow up to be an attractive man. And he was right.

[Especially now. He glances down as he feels something nudge against his groin and can’t stop a small grin at the sight of Keith’s cock swelling right in front of him. It’s alluring, the way his foreskin peels back from his glans by itself, revealing the bullet-shaped mound of his glans. But further staring’s stopped as lips find his own. Shiro tenses once, and then rapidly sinks into it, admitting and surrendering to the feelings he's long felt. Pressing his lips to Keith’s and a firm, warm kiss that lingers for a good while. Until the other man finally breaks it to talk.

He laughs softly, embarrassed but touched when Keith reminisces about his concerns.] I guess you didn’t see it when you watched Adam and I in the woods, hm. [That would’ve definitely validated Keith’s assumptions thanks to those gym shorts. Mental note: check gym shorts size. Shiro looks into Keith’s eyes again, undeniable heat in his gaze as his soon-to-be lover confesses to his changed opinion.] Then… want to stop thinking about that? [His hand lifts to Keith’s side and brushes his flesh fingers over the man’s pelvis.] And start doing it? A lot a lot.

[His metal hand takes hold of Keith’s wrist and guides his hand to his stomach, pressing his fingers to his defined abs before inviting them to slide down towards the fly of his pants.]

Allura once teased the Paladins about having hearts made of iron. How else could they go through all they had without succumbing to a billion heart attacks? Shock, rage, sadness, disbelief. They experienced those things so much during their journey and war. It was no less intense to return to Earth and find their home, the planet they’d all longed to see for over a year (more than two in Shiro’s case), blockaded by their mortal enemy. Strangled, ravaged, imprisoned, struggling to survive. Shiro didn’t want to admit to himself attacking the Galra felt good, liberating the Earth out of more than just freedom and protection, but out of a personal revenge. And yet… the moment he learned of Adam’s near death in that suicidal run towards Sendak… things went from personal to very personal. It still plagued him even after the liberation of the Paladin’s homeworld, even after he found his ex-lover among the survivors of the Garrison.

It took a while for him to actually find the courage to approach the man he had left behind. The last words they said to each other had been very harsh… and he’d ‘died’ for all Adam knew, with those words ringing in his ears. Shiro was a brave man; no one would ever challenge that. But he felt like a coward and a heel when he finally stood outside Adam’s room. It had to be one of the hardest things in his life to touch that door… and not bolt down the hall a second later.

Was it easy? No. Was it painful? Very. Did they just pick right back up where they left off and carry on like nothing happened? Hell. No. Were they working on their damaged relationship and healing after that nasty fight and two-year separation? Yes. And Shiro couldn’t be more grateful.

Sunday night, however… Oh he was grateful for it. But not so much for having the stand the next few days. Honestly, Adam. He knew his lover was intense before. But now… there was this underlying desperation, possessiveness, and even stronger passion in their sex life. Not that Shiro was complaining about it. Lucky for him, being Captain meant a lot of standing on the bridge. (Un?)lucky for him, Adam was as addicting as he always was. He couldn’t help the stupid little smile while texting his fiancé. Setting up another date. This time by the pool. It’d been a little difficult to be patient through Saturday.

But 10pm Sunday and he was here. The glow of the Garrison pool cast a blue haze over everything, the rest of the room locked down for the night. Being in high command had its perks. Not that Shiro abused that privilege… Just… maybe the other Paladins and their not-so-by-the-books inclinations had rubbed off on him.

[Exactly what he’s expecting here is unknown. He really doesn’t know much about who he’s getting involved with. The guy is a Hunter of some kind, lives in a repurposed mansion, is a reptilian humanoid (which he assumes is due to a mutation or experiment, maybe even magic), and they’re meeting up due to the ironic intermingling of pizza and blowjobs. Shiro doesn’t even know the guy’s name, something he realized a few minutes after the contact disconnected. That is probably a blunder on his part, but nothing he can do for it now. What he can do is follow up on the offer.

It’s not just for the experiment—which is probably one of the strangest ones he’s getting himself into—but also because what the man said triggered something inside him. Despite being not being “kept” by anyone’s choice but his own, Shiro still feels the unknown man wouldn’t have made such a statement if something weren’t also affecting that choice. Being a Paladin of Voltron, a soldier in the past, and an ex-slave of the Galra, he knew both the duties of a protector and the pains of a prisoner. If this reptilian man needed help… and not in the blowjobs and pizza kind of way… Shiro wanted to at least be able to offer him something.

He leaves the Black Lion nearby, shielded, and makes his way to the address and house. A small whistle blows through his lips. Mansion is right. This is impressive. Some of it’s rundown, as the guy mentioned, but there are parts that clearly show the place’s original strength and beauty. People live here. Perhaps it is a little strange to bring the Black Lion, but unfortunately, a nest of Hunters—even if he’s promised safe passage—is enough to make Shiro take precaution. He’s not going to be caught despite lowering his guard somewhat to trust a man he’s never met before.

Stepping up to the front foyer, Shiro lifts his arm and knocks on the door. A simple black sleeveless jacket is zipped up over a one-armed long-sleeved turtle neck of dark gray. It’s only one-armed because Shiro only has one arm. Well, one real arm. His right arm is replaced by a mechanical prosthetic of rather impressive technology, designed to mimic the shape and outline of his natural arm. Galra technology. A “gift” from his captors. The result of experimentation done on him. A pair of black pants and boots complete the ensemble in shades of gray. It’s not formal, but it’s neat at least.]

assuming popping in here is okay!

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No Running by the Pools ~ for "diefocal"