[ keith may not admit it but lance hears the implication. he could
say, me too but he doesn't, instead looking at keith with his head
tilted for a moment. ]
Yeah, it usually does, although walls can be fun too. C'mon. [ lance
uses his hold on keith to nudge him back towards the bed. he doesn't try to
multitask and kiss, but his hands stay on keith until they're near and then
he gives keith a gentler shove down towards the bed. ]
Gotta say, you look good against blue sheets. [ a little goading, to
put them on even footing. ]
Okay, maybe they were gray before and I dumped some dye in them.
[ lance says it with a continued tone of smugness, then pulls his jacket off a little bit. after a moment's consideration, he also does away with the shirt he's wearing too.
look, he's not saying he's gonna strip all the way but he does work out and maybe he wants it admired, okay. he climbs onto the bed after he's discarded both articles of clothing, kneeling easily over keith. ]
[Oh but-- okay Lance is going to do that, and Keith almost feels like he isn't allowed to look, so he glances away. But. Glances back at him from the corner of his eye; he didn't really get a good look when they were searching for the pool before but he was sorting out the whole maybe-I'm-a-galra thing and didn't feel up for oggling.
But if they're doing this, then heshould be allowed. He should be allowed all night, damn it. So he looks back, gives him a once over when Lance climbs on top of him and lays back. Just. Instinctively to give some space.]
Then how should I-- [OH. That. That's how. Keith shifts so his legs are hanging over the side of the bed between Lance's now, way more comfortable and he... He's ok to do this right? It's okay to touch at Lance's bare sides and actually get to feel that skin? Because it's nice and he definitely likes it.
God, but getting back to where they were before, he leans up against him, actually moves to pull Lance down on top of him because now he's being greedy and feels like he's allowed.]
[ lance definitely encourages keith touching him, even if it's only to lean into the touch like he doesn't get it enough. and to be fair, he's never gotten this far with another person so... he hasn't.
but he doesn't need to be told twice when keith pulls on him, letting his weight rest on keith, pressing them chest to hip, one leg between keith's. he opens his mouth again, quick to deepen the kiss, and skims his fingers up under the hem of keith's shirt, feeling the skin there and flattening his palm against his side. ]
[Well, if he's going into this, he's going all in. He shifts and tries to shimmy out of his shirt so they're on the same level again. Plus it. Feels nice having Lance's hand on his stomach? It's new and nice and if there's more skin there, then it'll happen more.
The noise that comes out of him is not normal Keith though, and that's all new going right into Lance's mouth when he moves just right and rubs against Lance's leg.]
[ shirtless keith is good, lance is definitely on board with this. he moves enough to help keith pull it off, or at least to get it halfway pushed up so he can drop his hand back down, this time to his side.
keith making those noises though, however muffled, make lance push his own hips down against keith's leg. not that he wasn't already hard, but now it's just painful.
his kiss goes a little unsteady because of it, mouth drawing away and pressing against keith's cheek instead. ]
[Lance breaking away for his cheek reminds Keith he needs to remember to breathe, not get too caught up in this that he like. Blacks out or something. Since they aren't lip-locked, he takes the chance to get his shirt over his head and tossed aside, pulls Lance back down because he can feel that against his leg. And Keith at least knows he wants to help with that, rolls his hips back up unsteady and not the least bit sure if that's what he should do.]
[ they're both kind of fumbling their way through this but it's
working. lance gives a little groan when keith rolls his hips up, pressing
his thigh against where lance is hard and damned if that isn't the best
thing so far.
they're chest to chest, too, which is also nice and lance takes a moment
to roam his hand up towards keith's chest.
kissing is great but so is kissing other parts of keith, and that's
something lance decides to give a try, pressing his mouth against the
underside of keith's chin. he shifts his hips, because the way they're not
quite aligned, hips overlapping and legs pressed together works for him,
and he tries pushing his leg up so keith can rub against it. ]
[God yes there, that's what he needed. Keiths back arches up, pushing their chests together so he can rub against Lance's thigh and he can't believe he's already breathless. He's more fit than this so why is this getting to him.
It's the physical attention and the skin and the kisses Lance keeps dropping when Keith lifts up his chin. He already feels it welling up, and he frantically reaches down between them because these are his only pants and he'said not ruining them damn it, gets them unfastened with shaking hands trying to squirm them down.]
[ lance is breathing hard too, his breath puffing hot against
keith's skin where lance leaves traces of saliva from his mouth. he's not
really conscious of it, but he's leaving a small trail down towards the
side of keith's neck, chasing the taste of skin.
keith fumbles a hand between them, though, working on unzipping his
pants and oh - wow lance hadn't thought about that. still isn't thinking
about it for himself, but he does pause, glancing down between them. the
hand on keith's side rakes down to touch the skin and underwear revealed as
keith squirmed out of his pants. ]
Can I - [ no, it's not like lance to pause and ask, but it's all new
and he's seized by the sudden worry that he should check, because he hasn't
yet. ]
Can you... [He's so dazed he doesn't immediately grasp what Lance is asking. But when he does, he just nods because he doest trust himself to say anything else, not with the sounds bubbling up in his throat.
He shifts and twists so it's easier, a better reach for Lance because the idiot is too tall for his own good and hes hard pressed against his boxers.]
[ lance would apologize for being taller, except he's not and he'll
lord any amount of height over keith for all it's worth.
he isn't thinking about that right now, when keith nods and then
gives another of those noises that make him throb. lance stutters out a
breath against keith's neck, pulling his head back to look at keith. that
feels important, to look at keith right in his purple eyes, as lance moves
his hand down to cup keith.
he's similar to lance, at least in the fact that both of them have
the same kind of junk. lance isn't really feeling for who's bigger or
longer or anything like that. he's too high on the fact that holy shit,
he's touching someone else, even if it's through their underwear and he's
just curling his fingers against the length of keith's dick. ]
[He shudders, lifts his hips up into Lance's hand when he feels it because god that's like fire through him up his spine and Lance hasn't even done anything yet. Hell, Keith didn't even realize how badly he wanted this until right now (and he's dreamed it a lot, both with Lance and Shiro).
Keith bites down on his bottom lip to muffle the next noise coming up because it's high and whining and a moment later he wraps an arm around Lance's shoulder to pull him close, buries his face in the crook of his neck.]
[ it doesn't matter if the noise is muffled, lance knows he did it, he did that by touching keith. he shudders out a breath as keith hauls him in close, and he tucks his head down when keith hides his face in lance's neck.
he rubs his hand against keith, just trying to get a feel for him - literally. and also to make him feel good, not quite daring to pull down his underwear just yet. lance turns his head to press another kiss to the side of keith's neck, even if he's almost hunched over the other paladin by this point.
this time, he tries actually sucking on the skin there. ]
Lance-- [God if Lance wanted him to be done quick, he's doing it right. Keith squirms underneath him, rutting his hips into his hand for more friction. But the sacking gets his attention too, hand gripping at what he can of Lance's shirt hair.]
[ lance isn't thinking quick or slow, right now. mostly he's
thinking more - more of those noises, more of skin against his mouth, more
of keith. a whole lot of keith right now.
but he doesn't miss that question, drawing back from the faint mark
he's left to pant against keith's neck for a second. also, wow, hair
pulling does it for him, considering how his dick twitches in his jeans.
his hand keeps palming keith as he talks. ]
I mean, yeah... even when I was like, your rival - [ only in your
head, lance ] - I thought about what it'd be like if I got a chance
to kiss you.
Sometimes - uh, well, I've thought about a lot more than kissing. [
his forehead drops down to keith's again. how to say, i've thought about
you between my legs a lot when i've jerked off?? ]
[He sort of huffs out half a laugh at that.] Me too.
[An admission? From Keith? Yeah, there were some nights he's thought of Lance on his knees after that food fight and seeing him laugh without the smug attitude. How sometimes they actually get along and joke together and not have that weird Lance-imposed rivalry. A lot of lonely nights he's imagined it.
He groans low in his throat, reaching to move Lance's hand to just get his fingers on the tip of the head, just something.]
've got a good smile when you're not being an idiot.
[ the tone is indignant but, to his credit - lance doesn't pull his hand away. when keith urges his hand to do something else, lance swallows and then goes all in. he pulls away to tug the hem of keith's underwear down and thaaat is a penis.
still, he moves his hand to curl it around keith. ]
You've got a good everything, just so you know.
[ he pushes his own erection down against keith's leg. ]
You are sometimes. [There's no real bite to it, though. His hips buck up into Lance's hand, dick twitching against him and god yes that's what it was he needed and couldn't put words to. When Lance presses down against him, Keith moves his leg to rub back against him.]
[ is lance moaning because this feels good, or is he moaning because lance has terrible style choices? the only one who really knows this is keith.
but lance's mouth is curled up in a smile even as he starts stroking keith slowly. even though he's just rubbing up against keith's leg it's still really, really good.
he drags his mouth back down to keith's neck, working on leaving a mark on the other side. ]
[Keith bites down on his lip to whimper at that attention, soaking it up. He isn't sure what he even can do now except to keep Lance pulled close. He'll bug him to let his hair grow out later, it's too short to get much of a grip.
He can feel he won't last much longer, it's winding up tight.]
Lance, I-- [Oh holy fuck he can't say things like feelings out loud.]
[ keith doesn't need to say his feelings out loud yet. or well, not
this feeling, because lance gets it. he just sucks on that skin until he
know's its a brilliant red color. and then huffs. ]
I've got you, Keith.
[ his hand moves a little faster, thumb swiping over the head, the
way he likes when he gets off. ]
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[ keith may not admit it but lance hears the implication. he could say, me too but he doesn't, instead looking at keith with his head tilted for a moment. ]
Yeah, it usually does, although walls can be fun too. C'mon. [ lance uses his hold on keith to nudge him back towards the bed. he doesn't try to multitask and kiss, but his hands stay on keith until they're near and then he gives keith a gentler shove down towards the bed. ]
Gotta say, you look good against blue sheets. [ a little goading, to put them on even footing. ]
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And then his expression hardens just a lil.]
Where'd you even get blue sheets? All I've got are gray.
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[ lance says it with a continued tone of smugness, then pulls his jacket off a little bit. after a moment's consideration, he also does away with the shirt he's wearing too.
look, he's not saying he's gonna strip all the way but he does work out and maybe he wants it admired, okay. he climbs onto the bed after he's discarded both articles of clothing, kneeling easily over keith. ]
So... come here often?
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[Oh but-- okay Lance is going to do that, and Keith almost feels like he isn't allowed to look, so he glances away. But. Glances back at him from the corner of his eye; he didn't really get a good look when they were searching for the pool before but he was sorting out the whole maybe-I'm-a-galra thing and didn't feel up for oggling.
But if they're doing this, then heshould be allowed. He should be allowed all night, damn it. So he looks back, gives him a once over when Lance climbs on top of him and lays back. Just. Instinctively to give some space.]
No, you just invited me in for the first time.
[Keith.]
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still, lance snorts a little laugh, his shoulders jumping up a bit as he does it. ]
You don't have to take it so literally.
[ but lance leans down to kiss keith again, moving one hand to curl against his cheek. hey, it worked pretty well the first time.
the other hand moves to rest on keith's stomach, fingers touching the hem of his shirt. ]
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God, but getting back to where they were before, he leans up against him, actually moves to pull Lance down on top of him because now he's being greedy and feels like he's allowed.]
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but he doesn't need to be told twice when keith pulls on him, letting his weight rest on keith, pressing them chest to hip, one leg between keith's. he opens his mouth again, quick to deepen the kiss, and skims his fingers up under the hem of keith's shirt, feeling the skin there and flattening his palm against his side. ]
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The noise that comes out of him is not normal Keith though, and that's all new going right into Lance's mouth when he moves just right and rubs against Lance's leg.]
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keith making those noises though, however muffled, make lance push his own hips down against keith's leg. not that he wasn't already hard, but now it's just painful.
his kiss goes a little unsteady because of it, mouth drawing away and pressing against keith's cheek instead. ]
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[ they're both kind of fumbling their way through this but it's working. lance gives a little groan when keith rolls his hips up, pressing his thigh against where lance is hard and damned if that isn't the best thing so far.
they're chest to chest, too, which is also nice and lance takes a moment to roam his hand up towards keith's chest.
kissing is great but so is kissing other parts of keith, and that's something lance decides to give a try, pressing his mouth against the underside of keith's chin. he shifts his hips, because the way they're not quite aligned, hips overlapping and legs pressed together works for him, and he tries pushing his leg up so keith can rub against it. ]
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It's the physical attention and the skin and the kisses Lance keeps dropping when Keith lifts up his chin. He already feels it welling up, and he frantically reaches down between them because these are his only pants and he'said not ruining them damn it, gets them unfastened with shaking hands trying to squirm them down.]
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[ lance is breathing hard too, his breath puffing hot against keith's skin where lance leaves traces of saliva from his mouth. he's not really conscious of it, but he's leaving a small trail down towards the side of keith's neck, chasing the taste of skin.
keith fumbles a hand between them, though, working on unzipping his pants and oh - wow lance hadn't thought about that. still isn't thinking about it for himself, but he does pause, glancing down between them. the hand on keith's side rakes down to touch the skin and underwear revealed as keith squirmed out of his pants. ]
Can I - [ no, it's not like lance to pause and ask, but it's all new and he's seized by the sudden worry that he should check, because he hasn't yet. ]
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He shifts and twists so it's easier, a better reach for Lance because the idiot is too tall for his own good and hes hard pressed against his boxers.]
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[ lance would apologize for being taller, except he's not and he'll lord any amount of height over keith for all it's worth.
he isn't thinking about that right now, when keith nods and then gives another of those noises that make him throb. lance stutters out a breath against keith's neck, pulling his head back to look at keith. that feels important, to look at keith right in his purple eyes, as lance moves his hand down to cup keith.
he's similar to lance, at least in the fact that both of them have the same kind of junk. lance isn't really feeling for who's bigger or longer or anything like that. he's too high on the fact that holy shit, he's touching someone else, even if it's through their underwear and he's just curling his fingers against the length of keith's dick. ]
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Keith bites down on his bottom lip to muffle the next noise coming up because it's high and whining and a moment later he wraps an arm around Lance's shoulder to pull him close, buries his face in the crook of his neck.]
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he rubs his hand against keith, just trying to get a feel for him - literally. and also to make him feel good, not quite daring to pull down his underwear just yet. lance turns his head to press another kiss to the side of keith's neck, even if he's almost hunched over the other paladin by this point.
this time, he tries actually sucking on the skin there. ]
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You-you thought about this a while?
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[ lance isn't thinking quick or slow, right now. mostly he's thinking more - more of those noises, more of skin against his mouth, more of keith. a whole lot of keith right now.
but he doesn't miss that question, drawing back from the faint mark he's left to pant against keith's neck for a second. also, wow, hair pulling does it for him, considering how his dick twitches in his jeans.
his hand keeps palming keith as he talks. ]
I mean, yeah... even when I was like, your rival - [ only in your head, lance ] - I thought about what it'd be like if I got a chance to kiss you.
Sometimes - uh, well, I've thought about a lot more than kissing. [ his forehead drops down to keith's again. how to say, i've thought about you between my legs a lot when i've jerked off?? ]
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[An admission? From Keith? Yeah, there were some nights he's thought of Lance on his knees after that food fight and seeing him laugh without the smug attitude. How sometimes they actually get along and joke together and not have that weird Lance-imposed rivalry. A lot of lonely nights he's imagined it.
He groans low in his throat, reaching to move Lance's hand to just get his fingers on the tip of the head, just something.]
've got a good smile when you're not being an idiot.
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[ the tone is indignant but, to his credit - lance doesn't pull his hand away. when keith urges his hand to do something else, lance swallows and then goes all in. he pulls away to tug the hem of keith's underwear down and thaaat is a penis.
still, he moves his hand to curl it around keith. ]
You've got a good everything, just so you know.
[ he pushes his own erection down against keith's leg. ]
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Except my hair, right?
[Come on, Lance, he knows you hate his hair.]
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[ is lance moaning because this feels good, or is he moaning because lance has terrible style choices? the only one who really knows this is keith.
but lance's mouth is curled up in a smile even as he starts stroking keith slowly. even though he's just rubbing up against keith's leg it's still really, really good.
he drags his mouth back down to keith's neck, working on leaving a mark on the other side. ]
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He can feel he won't last much longer, it's winding up tight.]
Lance, I-- [Oh holy fuck he can't say things like feelings out loud.]
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[ keith doesn't need to say his feelings out loud yet. or well, not this feeling, because lance gets it. he just sucks on that skin until he know's its a brilliant red color. and then huffs. ]
I've got you, Keith.
[ his hand moves a little faster, thumb swiping over the head, the way he likes when he gets off. ]
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