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I'm sure, Keith.

[Matt's expression is intense and absolutely determined.]

Whatever and however far you want to go, I'm more than ok with. I love you.

[Keith nods, his gaze soft as he kisses Matt briefly on the lips.]

I love you, too.

We oughta move to my bed, though. Cozy as this is it might be a little tight.

Yeah, that's probably a better idea.

[Matt stands up, blushing furiously, then steps back to Keith can lead the way.]

Just, uh, warning you, I have no idea what I'm doing, so... er, yeah.

Hey, I aint got that kind of experience either. Never really found the time or got close enough to anyone for that.

[Closest he ever got was a girl trying to get him to cop a feel, but his fingers got tangled in the fringe on her dress, then her necklace. Plus, sex involves trust and, well, Keith's never trusted anyone that much who wasn't family.

He leads Matt to his bed so they can lie down. He doesn't have the, er, supplies to take it too far, but they can at least touch each other.]

Well, I guess we're going to explore together, then.

[Matt blushes, sitting down beside Keith, and reaching out to unbutton a couple buttons on his sleep shirt, fingers gently caressing his chest.]

Sounds good to me.

[He gasps softly, Matt's fingers are slender but he can feel the calluses from the hard work he does. It's not a bad feeling, either. He unbuttons Matt's nightshirt further, tracing his fingertips over a freckle or two.]

[His breath catches a bit at Keith's fingers on his chest. He hadn't realized how sensitive he is, and how good it felt to have someone's hands on him. Getting a bit of courage, he opens a few more buttons, starting to caress him in earnest.]

Ah...

[He shivers pleasantly, moving closer. This is the first time anyone's ever touched him like this and it feels incredible. He continues to trace lines along Matt's chest, making sure to linger on those cute freckles.]

[Matt usually pulls away from touch. His mother and sister get hugs, but no one else. However with Keith, everything feels different. He wants his boyfriend's touch, wants hands on him in ways that he never thought possible.

Carefully, his hands move up to Keith's shoulders to slowly and gently push his sleep shirt off, eyes fixed on his lover's expressions.]

[Keith's tolerance for touch has always depended on the person. Dad and Grandma got hugs, and he'd politely let other relatives pet him and pinch his cheeks, and Adam and Shiro get hugs too.

He can figure out why Matt would pull away, though. Most touches towards anyone Irish are violent. Keith carefully removes Matt's shirt as well, looking into his eyes before gazing over his thin, scarred body.

Matt is beautiful no matter what, but Keith makes a mental note to bring extra food for him on dates. For him, and for his family.]

[Matt takes a shaky, wondring breath as he just looks at Keith shirtless, a huge, blushing grin on his face. His hands start moving even more, fingers just brushing over one of his nipples. He finds his voice, more than a bit breathless.]

You are so beautiful, A rúnsearc.

Ah...

[Keith blushes deeply, he doesn't know what that means, but the look in Matt's eyes suggests something precious.]

So're you...sugar-muffin.

[He cringes at his own words. He'd forgotten just how embarrassing southern and western sweet-talk can be, and Matt deserves better.]

[Matt pauses for a moment, and can't help a small giggle.]

I'm sorry, love. I'm not really laughing at you. I just... hadn't heard that one before.

[He's bright red, now and looking worried, like he's going to lose Keith.]

[And despite his embarrassment, Keith laughs, too.]

It's a country thing. All sweet talk, terms of endearment, it's all literally sugar or honey in some form or another. It's...embarrassing. Nowhere near as beautiful-sounding as what you called me.

It's alright, love.

[Matt reaches over and puts a hand on Keith's cheek.]

I'm amused. And... what I called you is 'secret love' which is, well, basically beloved but more intense. If you want, I can start teaching you Irish. Mom made sure she taught Pidge and I because, well, it's a lovely langugage, and then we can insult people behind their back.

[His cheeks turn redder, and he smiles almost tearfully. This intense romantic love is so new to him, something he'd resigned himself to never having, but here he is, half-naked, with this man calling him something so intimate.]

I'd love that. And...thank you. For telling me what it means. It makes me feel...really special.

Of course. I'm sorry that I just... ramble in Irish sometimes. You can ask me what anything I say is. Sometimes, I just forget, sorry.

[He leans over and kisses Keith gently, hands going back to his chest.]

[Keith kisses him back tenderly, one hand caressing his chest, the other running through his hair. His body's heating up, his heart racing as he savors this warmth.]

[Matt's heart is racing as well, shivering as they touch each other so intimately. He feels like his heart's about to burst right out of his chest at the moment.

Scooting a bit closer, his fingers wander down, brushing the top of Keith's bottoms. He's curious, a bit breathless, but wants to make sure his lover is alright with whatever happens.]

[Keith shivers, he's already hard and if Matt wants to take his pants off or put his hand underneath, he won't stop him. In fact, his own hand is slowly moving lower on Matt's body.]

[Carefully, Matt reaches down with both hands, to start pushing Keith's pants off, watching his boyfriend's expression.

His eyes ask a silent, but important question. May I? Please?]

[Keith nods, stroking Matt's cheek. Go for it.]

[Taking a breath, Matt pushes Keith's pants and underwear off, tossing them off of the bed, and just leaning back to see what he revealed. He reaches over, and brushes his fingers over Keith's cock, just to see what it feels like.]

[Keith bites his lip to stifle a gasp, his cock twitching slightly. Matt's fingers are callused but warm and that touch feels incredible.

Not wanting to be left behind, he moves his own hand lower until he's grazing Matt's cock.]

[Matt lets out a soft moan when Keith's fingers brush his cock. It's soft, and surprisingly good, even this small bit of touch.

After a moment, he wraps his hand around Keith's cock and strokes once, watching his lover's expression.]

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Italicized Irish means 'secret love' or 'beloved'.

Keith may just stick to calling Matt his lucky clover or something along those lines x3

Matt'll teach him Irish if he wants it.

yes :3

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