[Someday he'll remember to ask Lance to grow his hair out a bit specifically so he can grab onto it a little easier during...times like these. He's pawing at it, digging in as a warmth grows in his stomach. Lance's name takes on a higher pitch -- no longer his name, just vowels, lilting noises with each sharp exhale. When he actually hits his peak, he goes silent, spilling out over Lance's already-wet fingers like he hadn't just ejaculated a short while ago.
#backedup.
And all at once he weighs back against Lance, breathing audibly, shallowly. His entire body feels like it's shaking as much as it's gone pliant and rubbery. His legs feel like jello molds and the only thing really holding him up is the desire to smash his mouth to Lance's.
Which he does, turning slightly to do so, still bracing himself against the wall with an arm; his other hand's gone more lax, more encouraging. Keith wan kiss kiss.]
what's in a name?
#backedup.
And all at once he weighs back against Lance, breathing audibly, shallowly. His entire body feels like it's shaking as much as it's gone pliant and rubbery. His legs feel like jello molds and the only thing really holding him up is the desire to smash his mouth to Lance's.
Which he does, turning slightly to do so, still bracing himself against the wall with an arm; his other hand's gone more lax, more encouraging. Keith wan kiss kiss.]