[ 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. ]
[Shiiiit shitshitshit, he shudders underneath him, closes his eyes when that sensation rolls through him. It gets to him down in his core and Keith can't hold that back anymore, comes all over Lance's hand and his own stomach with a moan.]
it surprises lance as much as it shouldn't, really, but keith comes all over himself and lance's hand and fuck, it looks so good. that's an expression he never thought he'd see on keith's face anytime soon, a position he didn't think he'd be in.
he's still hard, though. fuck it, he reaches down with his own dirtied hand to try and pop the buttons of his pants open. if keith doesn't stop him well. lance is going to get himself off instead of grinding against keith's leg. ]
[Keith is dazed, lightheaded. Always is after jerking himself off, but not this bad. The addition of Lance got him even harder and it takes a second for him to look down and see what Lance is doing.]
Hey...
[He doesn't want Lance to have to do that himself, so he fumbles his hands down, fingers swatting Lance's hand away. He'll clean himself up after, this is Important.]
[ lance hears the quiet tone of keith's voice over his breathing anyway, and he lets keith nudge his hand out of the way. it means he groans loudly when keith wraps fingers around him.
admittedly, it doesn't take much. barely anything and lance is moaning out keith's name when he comes, moving his hands to fist in the sheets (and getting come on his sheets, because of course).
he drops his head down against keith's shoulder to catch his breath. ]
[And that's all new, hearing his name in that tone like that. Keith gives a few extra pumps, making sure it was everything, cataloging Lance's expression so he can remember it later in case this never happens again.
But god he hopes it happens again.
Lance rests his head on his shoulder, and Keith turns his head to nuzzle at his temple, slowly getting his own breath back, keeps his voice quiet.]
[ lance should probably get off of keith, let him clean up. instead he just shifts so that his entire weight doesn't fall on keith, still resting a head on his shoulder. ]
Mmm... you too.
[ honestly lance should probably drag himself up to let keith clean up and shoo him out but that? doesn't feel like the thing to quite do, here. he's not committed enough to the playboy persona to not take what is basically cuddling.
also, he kind of enjoys keith nuzzling into his temple. ]
[ lance is a little surprised when keith keeps talking, but he isn't annoyed. he shifts his head a little so his cheek is against keith's shoulder, looking up at the curve of his jaw and the hickey he left on his neck. ]
I didn't think you felt like this, either. [ but what was this? romantic, dubious friends with benefits? lust? lance could admit all three were a possibility to himself. but why would keith choose someone like lance? ]
[Because Lance gave him the time of day, and because they always had something, even if it was awkward and confusing. When Lance turns his head, Keith lays his back against the mattress, thumbs idle circles into his shoulder.]
I mean- I always... Kinda knew I was... I just. Thought you were only into girls... [He thought if you boinked anyone, it'd be Allura, dude.]
[ lance relaxes into the touch of keith rubbing idly at his shoulders. it's
nice. it reminds him of, well, a lot of the human contact he's just been
lacking one way or another. hunk hugs him a lot, but it's not the same. ]
I kinda thought you didn't like anyone like that. [ he thought you were
ace, keith. ] And I... yeah, I like guys too. Girls more than guys but I'm
not blind, you know.
[He gives a little snort at that.] Could've mentioned it weeks ago.
[But Keith leaves it at that. So now they know that about each other. Didn't. Need magic mind melding experiences for that. This is fine. This is relatively painless, talking about himself.]
Wow. Is that what you tell everyone you get in bed with, that you don't hate them?
[He's feeling a little more himself now, just relaxing and stretching underneath him. Ignoring that his pants and boxers are just sagging above his knees. Whatever. He'll deal with it later.]
[ is keith kissing his brow? should lance tell him that's super gay? what they just did actually was, so, never mind, that'd be dumb. at a loss, lance doesn't say anything, just enjoys the affection. ]
Yeah, but it's still absolutely a recognizable mullet. [ lance shifts a little, raising his clean hand to push keith's bangs back from his face. ]
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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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it surprises lance as much as it shouldn't, really, but keith comes all over himself and lance's hand and fuck, it looks so good. that's an expression he never thought he'd see on keith's face anytime soon, a position he didn't think he'd be in.
he's still hard, though. fuck it, he reaches down with his own dirtied hand to try and pop the buttons of his pants open. if keith doesn't stop him well. lance is going to get himself off instead of grinding against keith's leg. ]
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Hey...
[He doesn't want Lance to have to do that himself, so he fumbles his hands down, fingers swatting Lance's hand away. He'll clean himself up after, this is Important.]
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admittedly, it doesn't take much. barely anything and lance is moaning out keith's name when he comes, moving his hands to fist in the sheets (and getting come on his sheets, because of course).
he drops his head down against keith's shoulder to catch his breath. ]
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But god he hopes it happens again.
Lance rests his head on his shoulder, and Keith turns his head to nuzzle at his temple, slowly getting his own breath back, keeps his voice quiet.]
Thanks...
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Mmm... you too.
[ honestly lance should probably drag himself up to let keith clean up and shoo him out but that? doesn't feel like the thing to quite do, here. he's not committed enough to the playboy persona to not take what is basically cuddling.
also, he kind of enjoys keith nuzzling into his temple. ]
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He doesn't want to.
He kind of wants this to keep going. So Keith goes with that urge, actually decides to try to talk.]
This was... I mean- it is. It's nice. [Don't stumble too much there, prince charming.] I didn't.. really think you felt like this.
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I didn't think you felt like this, either. [ but what was this? romantic, dubious friends with benefits? lust? lance could admit all three were a possibility to himself. but why would keith choose someone like lance? ]
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I mean- I always... Kinda knew I was... I just. Thought you were only into girls... [He thought if you boinked anyone, it'd be Allura, dude.]
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[ lance relaxes into the touch of keith rubbing idly at his shoulders. it's nice. it reminds him of, well, a lot of the human contact he's just been lacking one way or another. hunk hugs him a lot, but it's not the same. ]
I kinda thought you didn't like anyone like that. [ he thought you were ace, keith. ] And I... yeah, I like guys too. Girls more than guys but I'm not blind, you know.
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[But Keith leaves it at that. So now they know that about each other. Didn't. Need magic mind melding experiences for that. This is fine. This is relatively painless, talking about himself.]
Why me, though.
[Okay or maybe stop while you're ahead.]
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keith's question, though, makes lance frown a little bit. ]
I mean, have you seen yourself? You're a super good pilot and even though I hate your hair, you look good.
And like... look, we fight, but I don't hate you.
[ is that good enough??? ]
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[He's feeling a little more himself now, just relaxing and stretching underneath him. Ignoring that his pants and boxers are just sagging above his knees. Whatever. He'll deal with it later.]
And get over it, my hair's not going anywhere.
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[ you... are the first person he's gotten into bed, keith, and lance can only hint at that.
lance gives a put upon groan, though. ]
Just grow it out, put it in a ponytail or a braid! None of this business up front party in the back crap.
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But he does turn his head to. Okay he can do this, he tries to kiss Lance's brow. Just a little one, testing the waters.]
It's not even that business in the front, it grew out from the Garrison regulation.
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Yeah, but it's still absolutely a recognizable mullet. [ lance shifts a little, raising his clean hand to push keith's bangs back from his face. ]
You'd look good with a braid.
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