[ is there really any need to differentiate when every touch elicits a reaction? a soft gasp, a sharp whimper, some clumsy fumbling of keith's name. every now and then his hips will buck against keith's leg, like a dog in heat. by the time keith's speaking again, his entire body feels like it's on fire, and it absolutely has nothing to do with the hot water streaming down. ]
No, [ he finally decides, breathing hard against keith's lips. his lips keep parting like he wants to lean down and steal that kiss, but he keeps getting distracted by having to actually answer that dang question. ] Let it drown out the noise.
[ "noise" being him, that is, which he emphasizes with a low groan. his hands shift down from keith's hips to the fleshier part of his rear, using that as leverage to draw him closer, give lance a little more to rut up against. oh, and he finally gets that kiss now. ]
shh...
No, [ he finally decides, breathing hard against keith's lips. his lips keep parting like he wants to lean down and steal that kiss, but he keeps getting distracted by having to actually answer that dang question. ] Let it drown out the noise.
[ "noise" being him, that is, which he emphasizes with a low groan. his hands shift down from keith's hips to the fleshier part of his rear, using that as leverage to draw him closer, give lance a little more to rut up against. oh, and he finally gets that kiss now. ]