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H-Hold on there..!
[ he jerks upright over keith's lap, head nearly tossing back from how stiff he gets (and not in the good way, heh)... fortunate that rather than clamp his hand down around keith, he flings it off instead, as if burned. though this is just so both hands can come around and slap over his butt, just in time to glare down at his partner. ]
You haven't lubed up yet!
[ he jerks upright over keith's lap, head nearly tossing back from how stiff he gets (and not in the good way, heh)... fortunate that rather than clamp his hand down around keith, he flings it off instead, as if burned. though this is just so both hands can come around and slap over his butt, just in time to glare down at his partner. ]
You haven't lubed up yet!
[He's laughing...chuckling just a bit...Lance..you newb...you novice.]
I wasn't pushing in.
[It's nice, being on the giving end -- hypothetically. Being penetrated is a scary thing, he should be more considerate. For now, his hand retreats, rubbing at his thigh instead.]
Can you reach the oil?
I wasn't pushing in.
[It's nice, being on the giving end -- hypothetically. Being penetrated is a scary thing, he should be more considerate. For now, his hand retreats, rubbing at his thigh instead.]
Can you reach the oil?
[The crutch helps, even if he'd deny any ailment at all ever. Things should straighten out soon, otherwise he'll be losing the contents of his stomach. Everything shouldn't be moving like a kaleidoscope.
He settles behind the rock, sitting on both knees in a decidedly uncool way, knife sapped to his palm still -- the blade digs into the ground like a kickstand, keeping him hunched over without...faceplanting. An explosion happens, a surge of...shit flies everywhere. He's automatically holding his breath.
...It releases once Lance speaks up.]
Y, yeah. Are you alright?
[There's a disembodied groan -- actually belonging to that vendor. He sounds good too.]
He settles behind the rock, sitting on both knees in a decidedly uncool way, knife sapped to his palm still -- the blade digs into the ground like a kickstand, keeping him hunched over without...faceplanting. An explosion happens, a surge of...shit flies everywhere. He's automatically holding his breath.
...It releases once Lance speaks up.]
Y, yeah. Are you alright?
[There's a disembodied groan -- actually belonging to that vendor. He sounds good too.]
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[ he pouts petulantly... but it definitely isn't as potent, given how cute keith is when he laughs. jerk. ]
You were thinking about it...
[ his cheeks are red, flustered and embarrassed. it's why he turns when he reaches for the oil, not out of necessity, but out of self-preservation. as if keith wouldn't have already seen his flushed face, but you know...
he manages to reach for it without removing himself from keith's lap at all, because he's flexible as heck like that, and by the time he comes back with the vial held up between them, he's a little more composed. ]
You have to be gentle at first, okay?
You were thinking about it...
[ his cheeks are red, flustered and embarrassed. it's why he turns when he reaches for the oil, not out of necessity, but out of self-preservation. as if keith wouldn't have already seen his flushed face, but you know...
he manages to reach for it without removing himself from keith's lap at all, because he's flexible as heck like that, and by the time he comes back with the vial held up between them, he's a little more composed. ]
You have to be gentle at first, okay?
I wasn't.
[While kissing what he can of Lance; his side, ribs. He probably had it on his mind, but it's not like he'd try to cram a finger up there without the right precautions. He pulls away once Lance has successfully retrieved the lubrication, smiling sheepishly up at him.]
I'm not gonna hurt you -- but we don't even have to do this if you're worried.
[Worried in general, that is. Penetration's a big deal. People say things when they're excited about stuff...
While he's deciding, he'll take that lube, apply a squeeze to his palm.]
[While kissing what he can of Lance; his side, ribs. He probably had it on his mind, but it's not like he'd try to cram a finger up there without the right precautions. He pulls away once Lance has successfully retrieved the lubrication, smiling sheepishly up at him.]
I'm not gonna hurt you -- but we don't even have to do this if you're worried.
[Worried in general, that is. Penetration's a big deal. People say things when they're excited about stuff...
While he's deciding, he'll take that lube, apply a squeeze to his palm.]
[ lance has quieted since passing over the oil, watching carefully (yet distractedly) as keith goes about the motions with it. ]
I'm not worried, [ he mumbles after a moment, almost defiant, but 100% sincere. ] I'm just... you know. [ he shifts a little. ] Nervous.
[ what if he doesn't like it? what if keith doesn't like it? what if he likes it so much he comes in less than a minute and ruins the experience for everybody? 99.9% of the time lance prefers not to overthink things (or think at all), because more often than not once he lets his brain go, it won't stop.
he tries to channel keith's bravery the last time. the guy didn't even have any frame of reference for it at all, and he still went through with it... lance just needs to relax.
so he tries to, letting out a deep, long breath. he settles his hands over keith's shoulders, shifting on his knees to draw a little closer. ]
Could you, um. K-Kiss me? While you do it...
[ he thinks the distraction will help, certainly, but more than that he just really wants a familiar form of affection to ease him through it ;w; hewp ]
I'm not worried, [ he mumbles after a moment, almost defiant, but 100% sincere. ] I'm just... you know. [ he shifts a little. ] Nervous.
[ what if he doesn't like it? what if keith doesn't like it? what if he likes it so much he comes in less than a minute and ruins the experience for everybody? 99.9% of the time lance prefers not to overthink things (or think at all), because more often than not once he lets his brain go, it won't stop.
he tries to channel keith's bravery the last time. the guy didn't even have any frame of reference for it at all, and he still went through with it... lance just needs to relax.
so he tries to, letting out a deep, long breath. he settles his hands over keith's shoulders, shifting on his knees to draw a little closer. ]
Could you, um. K-Kiss me? While you do it...
[ he thinks the distraction will help, certainly, but more than that he just really wants a familiar form of affection to ease him through it ;w; hewp ]
That's almost the same thing.
[With a little grin; sheepish, not cocky. He has only done this once, and he's been on the opposite end. He's spreading the oil between his fingers, between his hands eventually.
The similarly timid request has him leaning in, as if to let their lips meet, but refrains from going so far.]
I was going to do more than that...
[Because the most important part of being prepared and eventually penetrated was having something else as a distraction -- or to accompany it. Like how Thanksgiving dinner would be nothing without the potatoes, corn, stuffing...take your pick. Slicked fingers reach forward, circling Lance's erection, letting it settle in his palm for all of a moment. He's swift in pumping him. His grip's lax, gradual in intensity. His mouth lingers mere inches from his partner's, leaving that meeting up to him.]
[With a little grin; sheepish, not cocky. He has only done this once, and he's been on the opposite end. He's spreading the oil between his fingers, between his hands eventually.
The similarly timid request has him leaning in, as if to let their lips meet, but refrains from going so far.]
I was going to do more than that...
[Because the most important part of being prepared and eventually penetrated was having something else as a distraction -- or to accompany it. Like how Thanksgiving dinner would be nothing without the potatoes, corn, stuffing...take your pick. Slicked fingers reach forward, circling Lance's erection, letting it settle in his palm for all of a moment. He's swift in pumping him. His grip's lax, gradual in intensity. His mouth lingers mere inches from his partner's, leaving that meeting up to him.]
[ this tease tho???!?
lance's resulting whimper is sharp, but as to what truly caused it, it's up in the air: the sudden hold around his length is both cold and hot, a sudden, intense reminder of his own arousal (which had admittedly faded in his flare of anxiety, but is now redoubled thanks to keith's earnest efforts); or maybe it's how keith hovers just millimeters from his lips, a literal breath away, and doing absolutely nothing about it. lance is at once enraged and enticed. ]
Jerk...
[ his hands tighten over pale shoulders like he wants to bruise them, or yank them forward. in the end, he falls forward, a clumsy surge of both hips and head. their lips collide together clumsily, teeth clacking a bit, before he thinks to draw keith's lower lip in between his own. he sucks, he nips, his eyes squeeze shut. warmth is spreading all around his body again, making his thighs tremble. ]
lance's resulting whimper is sharp, but as to what truly caused it, it's up in the air: the sudden hold around his length is both cold and hot, a sudden, intense reminder of his own arousal (which had admittedly faded in his flare of anxiety, but is now redoubled thanks to keith's earnest efforts); or maybe it's how keith hovers just millimeters from his lips, a literal breath away, and doing absolutely nothing about it. lance is at once enraged and enticed. ]
Jerk...
[ his hands tighten over pale shoulders like he wants to bruise them, or yank them forward. in the end, he falls forward, a clumsy surge of both hips and head. their lips collide together clumsily, teeth clacking a bit, before he thinks to draw keith's lower lip in between his own. he sucks, he nips, his eyes squeeze shut. warmth is spreading all around his body again, making his thighs tremble. ]
[Lance surges forward and makes it all the more difficult to beat him off; kind of okay, in the sense of that never meaning to be the main source of pleasure, but it makes the whole diversion game a bit more difficult. That's what he's thinking of rather than his broken shoulders...
He'd also deny being a jerk (crafty, maybe), but he's entrapped in a kiss and his lower lip's been captured and he's not inclined to resist for the sake of an argument...not right now.
Shocking, notify the press. Solid development.
His other hand crosses around back; it seems like a good idea at the moment, treading the split, forefinger and middle leading the way, smearing a bit of oil on his butt en route. His tongue flicks out against Lance's upper lip, timed with some slight probing, fingertip barely pushing past that taught entrance at all.
Bapey steps...]
He'd also deny being a jerk (crafty, maybe), but he's entrapped in a kiss and his lower lip's been captured and he's not inclined to resist for the sake of an argument...not right now.
Shocking, notify the press. Solid development.
His other hand crosses around back; it seems like a good idea at the moment, treading the split, forefinger and middle leading the way, smearing a bit of oil on his butt en route. His tongue flicks out against Lance's upper lip, timed with some slight probing, fingertip barely pushing past that taught entrance at all.
Bapey steps...]
[ his eyes squeeze shut even tighter, totally not relaxing like he should. he's all too aware of the fingers idly stroking behind him, his lowkey freaking out gradually turning into something more highkey.
he practically trips into a new kiss, lips forming a seal around that offered tongue, trying to make his attention fall entirely on sucking on it, on battling it with his own tongue.
still, he tries not to be such a big baby about this, tentatively rocking back against those wandering fingers. FIND HIS CENTER... CHANNEL HIS ZEN... ]
he practically trips into a new kiss, lips forming a seal around that offered tongue, trying to make his attention fall entirely on sucking on it, on battling it with his own tongue.
still, he tries not to be such a big baby about this, tentatively rocking back against those wandering fingers. FIND HIS CENTER... CHANNEL HIS ZEN... ]
[He's peeking, where his eyes would normally be closed; he's gotta gauge a reaction somehow, especially where he's not making a peep. He looks tense, unsure -- which is fair, but if he's freaking out the whole thing's won't take off. His body's weighing back on his hand, which naturally causes the very tip of his index finger to pop inside.]
Hey, [Drawing his tongue, lips back abruptly. The heel of his palm runs along the underside of his cock, squeezing appropriately at the base.] stop thinking about it, just stay still.
[Not...good advice, as per typical Keith tipz. Advice all the same.]
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Hey, [Drawing his tongue, lips back abruptly. The heel of his palm runs along the underside of his cock, squeezing appropriately at the base.] stop thinking about it, just stay still.
[Not...good advice, as per typical Keith tipz. Advice all the same.]
I'm not gonna hurt you.
[ a rough sigh. ]
Yep, just peachy.
[ he pushes himself up off the rock, looking to keith, then to the vendor, trying to get a good assessment of how they are as a group... honestly? not looking so well. neither seem to be in a good spot to be walking right now, for wildly different reasons, and while the immediate danger seems to have... taken care of itself. it's best not to linger.
but the cart is still quite a ways away. with a broken axel and everything.
another sigh, and he's reachihng behind for his phone. ]
Gonna have to call in some reinforcements, I think...
Yep, just peachy.
[ he pushes himself up off the rock, looking to keith, then to the vendor, trying to get a good assessment of how they are as a group... honestly? not looking so well. neither seem to be in a good spot to be walking right now, for wildly different reasons, and while the immediate danger seems to have... taken care of itself. it's best not to linger.
but the cart is still quite a ways away. with a broken axel and everything.
another sigh, and he's reachihng behind for his phone. ]
Gonna have to call in some reinforcements, I think...
We don't need help.
[While pushing himself up, using that rock to his advantage. What if there's more danger to tread? What if they get chewed out? He'd rather not look weak here, especially when their main enemy was a tree.
Blade training...
He's up, shakily, but up anyway.]
If you have time to make phone calls, use it to make a tourniquet.
[He doesn't know the extent of the fruit vendor's damage(s), but tourniquets are always helpful. He'll unfasten the belt from his waist, letting that along with the pouch fall to the ground -- for Lance. Easy access to his first aid shit. He's gonna go ahead and inspect the dead tree now, make sure it's dead and all. With double vision.]
[While pushing himself up, using that rock to his advantage. What if there's more danger to tread? What if they get chewed out? He'd rather not look weak here, especially when their main enemy was a tree.
Blade training...
He's up, shakily, but up anyway.]
If you have time to make phone calls, use it to make a tourniquet.
[He doesn't know the extent of the fruit vendor's damage(s), but tourniquets are always helpful. He'll unfasten the belt from his waist, letting that along with the pouch fall to the ground -- for Lance. Easy access to his first aid shit. He's gonna go ahead and inspect the dead tree now, make sure it's dead and all. With double vision.]
[ with no tongue and teeth and lips to distract himself with, lance feels suddenly bereft, even more vulnerable and exposed than before. never mind that both he and keith are now equal levels of naked, but there is the fact he's, you know, literally opening himself up to the other that he cannot quite shake out of his head. ]
I know, I know I know—
[ he lets out a deep, shuddering breath, trying to just. relax. he closes his eyes, leaning his head forward to press against keith's own. bites down on his bottom lip to rut clumsily against keith's other hand, trying to create more sensation on his dick than the other side of him, just to drag his attention elsewhere. ]
Just — keep touching me, please.
[ he's scared, that much is obvious, but more than that he is determined. he whimpers once, rocking down into the heel of keith's palm, twitching in his hand. ]
I know, I know I know—
[ he lets out a deep, shuddering breath, trying to just. relax. he closes his eyes, leaning his head forward to press against keith's own. bites down on his bottom lip to rut clumsily against keith's other hand, trying to create more sensation on his dick than the other side of him, just to drag his attention elsewhere. ]
Just — keep touching me, please.
[ he's scared, that much is obvious, but more than that he is determined. he whimpers once, rocking down into the heel of keith's palm, twitching in his hand. ]
Wha—?
[ both vendor and ex-blue paladin stare rather dumbstruck as keith struggles to move past them, back towards the devil plant. he definitely doesn't move as fast as he probably suspects he does, because both lance and the vendor are allowed a full two seconds to gawk after him, then one more to share a look between each other, before lance almost lazily reaches for the back of keith's hood again, gently yanking him back. ]
Where do you think you're going? [ cool your jets, keith... ]
Dunno if you've noticed, but two of us aren't exactly in the best shape to be walking around right now. [ at this, the vendor nods emphatically. ] Tourniquet or not, we still need help getting out of here with both of you.
[ both vendor and ex-blue paladin stare rather dumbstruck as keith struggles to move past them, back towards the devil plant. he definitely doesn't move as fast as he probably suspects he does, because both lance and the vendor are allowed a full two seconds to gawk after him, then one more to share a look between each other, before lance almost lazily reaches for the back of keith's hood again, gently yanking him back. ]
Where do you think you're going? [ cool your jets, keith... ]
Dunno if you've noticed, but two of us aren't exactly in the best shape to be walking around right now. [ at this, the vendor nods emphatically. ] Tourniquet or not, we still need help getting out of here with both of you.
[It's not a move done as quickly as it could've been were he at 100%, but once he's stopped, he turns to grab Lance by his wrist -- visibly aggravated. He's sticky, tired, and now he's being treated like an invalid; dilated pupils search him, trying to decide where to properly glare if he's glaring at kaleidoscope Lance.]
I'm fine. [An immediate correction, barely listening as Lance presses on.] Fix his cart and wheel him off.
[He's just being a dick because his brain got scrambled...plz forgiv.]
I'm fine. [An immediate correction, barely listening as Lance presses on.] Fix his cart and wheel him off.
[He's just being a dick because his brain got scrambled...plz forgiv.]
Keith.
[ lance's tone is even, oddly sharp. for a moment, he doesn't press on, and the vendor is left staring between the two worriedly.
then lance takes in a deep, steadying breath. ]
Let's not fight in front of our new friend, okay? [ lance literally only knows the guy's name, but whatever. ] Everybody hates it when couples fight in public.
[ as if to punctuate their relationship status, he leans forward to press a quick, chaste kiss to his lips. ]
Besides, what the heck do I know about fixing wheels? [ between the two of them, keith's definitely more likely to be a wrenchhead... ] I'm gonna bring you both back to the cart, and you can fix it. Sound good?
[ a compromise, of sorts. ]
[ lance's tone is even, oddly sharp. for a moment, he doesn't press on, and the vendor is left staring between the two worriedly.
then lance takes in a deep, steadying breath. ]
Let's not fight in front of our new friend, okay? [ lance literally only knows the guy's name, but whatever. ] Everybody hates it when couples fight in public.
[ as if to punctuate their relationship status, he leans forward to press a quick, chaste kiss to his lips. ]
Besides, what the heck do I know about fixing wheels? [ between the two of them, keith's definitely more likely to be a wrenchhead... ] I'm gonna bring you both back to the cart, and you can fix it. Sound good?
[ a compromise, of sorts. ]
[His grip remains firm -- distracting, hopefully, jerking him while purchasing skin with teeth; more distractions, sharp and demanding. The finger slipping into him should be the least of his concerns. It's happening, slowly but surely. The depth stops a his second knuckle, a middle bent and threatening to join the first...not something he'll proceed to do until he's distinguished some sort of response. He's sure he's doing this right, it's just a matter of Lance's tolerance for it, he supposes. Whether or not he's into it...but being open to the idea's gotta be half of it.
What does he know, he'd been a virgin up until recently.]
Kiss me.
[More distractions, incitement? It's a gruff demand lacking genuine impatience, he's feigning it on purpose.]
What does he know, he'd been a virgin up until recently.]
Kiss me.
[More distractions, incitement? It's a gruff demand lacking genuine impatience, he's feigning it on purpose.]
[Ah, yes, this is the point where Keith comes to his senses and realizes he's a giant, throbbing bag of dicks. The grip on his arm loosens, there's barely reciprocation on his end of the kiss. Some natural counter-pressure does develop.]
Sorry. [Softly, still kind of ignoring that the vendor's awake and stuck hanging out with them through this.] Yeah.
[He'll release his arm entirely now, using that fist to rub his forehead. As if to rub that dizziness away. It's just starting to clear up, barely but noticeably.]
Sorry. [Softly, still kind of ignoring that the vendor's awake and stuck hanging out with them through this.] Yeah.
[He'll release his arm entirely now, using that fist to rub his forehead. As if to rub that dizziness away. It's just starting to clear up, barely but noticeably.]
[ lance's smile is fond, but also relieved. he hadn't been sure if keith would have put up a bigger fight, as they're always sort of the most volatile with each other. he leans forward for another kiss, this time between keith's brow, but then he's turning to the vendor with a serious expression. he's wearing his paladin armor, so he hasn't any extra clothes to make tourniquets out of himself... but thankfully the vendor doesn't seem too sad about losing his little vest.
once hes all patched up (well, as patched up as he can be), lance gets onto his feet. looks his two companions over. ]
Okay, [ he says. very evenly. ]
Who wants the front, and who wants the back?
[ because clearly the only way he gets both of them back is by carrying them. at the same time. ]
once hes all patched up (well, as patched up as he can be), lance gets onto his feet. looks his two companions over. ]
Okay, [ he says. very evenly. ]
Who wants the front, and who wants the back?
[ because clearly the only way he gets both of them back is by carrying them. at the same time. ]
[While Lance handles the first aid stuff, Keith just kind of stands in place waiting for his vision to repair itself. He'll shift between keeping his eyes closed, blinking hard, trying to focus on one thing in particular. It kind of helps as time passes, or maybe it's because time's passing. By the time he's finished, things only look fuzzy to him.
Only.
He's able to retrieve his belt, strapping it back around his waist with that pouch attachment which is in fact an achievement.]
Wh-?
[Lance'll get a look akin to him smelling rotten eggs.]
I'll get there myself...
[What a weird way to ask a thing like that, gross.]
Only.
He's able to retrieve his belt, strapping it back around his waist with that pouch attachment which is in fact an achievement.]
Wh-?
[Lance'll get a look akin to him smelling rotten eggs.]
I'll get there myself...
[What a weird way to ask a thing like that, gross.]
[ he almost doesn't hear keith then, caught up in chasing down the pleasure he affords him with that fist. so his lips are clumsy, a little off-center when he finally finds keith's own, but they're no less passionate. he is acutely aware of that second pressure tentatively trying to join the other, and while that in itself hadn't been too bad — no, not bad at all, see, calm down — it still takes him a second or two to will his body to relax.
it's still, ultimately, a strange feeling. not bad, not at all, but not necessarily good either. at least not yet? it's just a feeling, a weird sensation of pressure and being filled, or at least getting there, and it doesn't hurt like he thought it would. it just feels odd. different, but the kind of different he thinks he could get used to.
it isn't until he starts experimentally shifting back into keith's hand, drawing in more than just the second knuckle. isn't until keith's thumb brushes against the sensitive skin between there his fingers are and where his other hand rests that lance feels a jolt of sensation race up his spine and his lips snap away from keith's in a sharp gasp. ]
Oh.
it's still, ultimately, a strange feeling. not bad, not at all, but not necessarily good either. at least not yet? it's just a feeling, a weird sensation of pressure and being filled, or at least getting there, and it doesn't hurt like he thought it would. it just feels odd. different, but the kind of different he thinks he could get used to.
it isn't until he starts experimentally shifting back into keith's hand, drawing in more than just the second knuckle. isn't until keith's thumb brushes against the sensitive skin between there his fingers are and where his other hand rests that lance feels a jolt of sensation race up his spine and his lips snap away from keith's in a sharp gasp. ]
Oh.
Stop talking about it and I won't.
[?????
Anyway, he looks to the vendor, back to Lance, a nod for him to go collect his dead weight -- then he realizes he'll have to help hoist him up.
Can Lance even carry him?]
Maybe one of us should go get a horse.
[A suggestion he would've come up with an hour ago if he weren't concussed.]
[?????
Anyway, he looks to the vendor, back to Lance, a nod for him to go collect his dead weight -- then he realizes he'll have to help hoist him up.
Can Lance even carry him?]
Maybe one of us should go get a horse.
[A suggestion he would've come up with an hour ago if he weren't concussed.]
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