[A hand comes up, wet and clumsy, molding to the back of Lance's head -- ruffling his hair, though the shower spray should weigh down any ruffling later on. For now, he spikes it up in reverse, groaning openly at the bite, timed nicely with that authorization. On one hand, the water's creating a buffer. On the other, Lance is right there and so he has to retain some dignity.
In a minute. In a minute he'll worry about poise. For now, he'll be rubbing himself against Lance's palm, subtle as he can...which is not very subtle at all.]
Thinking outloud?
[Haha, get it, because Lance isn't...holding back at all. It's a late rebuttal, but he says it without stammering or otherwise being embarrassing so he's goddamn proud anyway.]
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In a minute. In a minute he'll worry about poise. For now, he'll be rubbing himself against Lance's palm, subtle as he can...which is not very subtle at all.]
Thinking outloud?
[Haha, get it, because Lance isn't...holding back at all. It's a late rebuttal, but he says it without stammering or otherwise being embarrassing so he's goddamn proud anyway.]