Lance traced his finger along the bare skin of Keith's back.

"Where'd you get this one?" he whispered, running his fingertip over a thin scar.

"Garrison," Keith whispered back. "Taught me to always watch my back."

Lance kissed it, letting his lips sweep across the skin.

"And this one?" Lance asked softly.

Keith tilted his head to glance at it. "Galra."

Lance kissed this one, too. But his mouth lingered.

Keith gave a gentle moan.

"You're amazing," Lance muttered against his skin. "You know that?"

"For what?"

"For being as strong as you are."

Lance started to kiss all of Keith's scars over again. Every one softer and longer than the time before.

Keith turned in the bed, moving so that his chest was now on top. He reached up to catch Lance's lips with his own.

"So are you, Lance," he whispered.