[He's pressing a bit closer to him as the process of...marking him...comes to an end. He thinks he's done? When he draws back enough to see, it's a reddish, nearly purple bruise. Something that could very well clear up overnight, minus little blots of that darker hue...
Huh. So it kinda worked.
The hand not bracing himself against the couch slinks up Lance's tummy, rubbing high up on it before retreating lower, fingering along his waistband. Should he say anything? He can only think to ask if it hurt, which, it didn't? Lance would be the first person to scream about it if so.
Maybe he...doesn't need to say anything. Having lifted his head again, he bumps their noses deliberately, still smiling -- though sheepish. The Real Keith Has Been Abducted By Aliens.]
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Huh. So it kinda worked.
The hand not bracing himself against the couch slinks up Lance's tummy, rubbing high up on it before retreating lower, fingering along his waistband. Should he say anything? He can only think to ask if it hurt, which, it didn't? Lance would be the first person to scream about it if so.
Maybe he...doesn't need to say anything. Having lifted his head again, he bumps their noses deliberately, still smiling -- though sheepish. The Real Keith Has Been Abducted By Aliens.]