[Lance leans in and Keith presses into it, fists against the sheets by Lance's head until he pulls away and noses at him a little.]
Do you-- [Whoa, god, that voice was. Bedroom and low and throaty, he clears his throat.] I mean, d'you wanna... Do this again? Or... [Was this a one time thing to get him out of the training room for a little while.]
[ lance makes a tiny little noise when keith pulls away, and damn. that is some bedroom voice from keith for damn sure. lance is going to keep that memory for a while.
it's also kind of sweet when keith asks, and lance considers a moment. ]
I mean... if you want to, yeah. It was really good. [ have a small genuine smile, keith. ]
[That... gets a little smile from Keith. Okay. So Lance wants to keep this going. So it wasn't horrible, that's good at least.
He noses at him a second more before moving to sit up straight.] Ruined your sheet by the way. Your own fault. [And he'll just excuse himself to Lance's bathroom to clean himself up.]
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Do you-- [Whoa, god, that voice was. Bedroom and low and throaty, he clears his throat.] I mean, d'you wanna... Do this again? Or... [Was this a one time thing to get him out of the training room for a little while.]
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it's also kind of sweet when keith asks, and lance considers a moment. ]
I mean... if you want to, yeah. It was really good. [ have a small genuine smile, keith. ]
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He noses at him a second more before moving to sit up straight.] Ruined your sheet by the way. Your own fault. [And he'll just excuse himself to Lance's bathroom to clean himself up.]
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Yeah, well I came on your pants!
[ he just. oops. he's gonna make himself get up and change the sheets now. ]