[Not that Lance needs more weight on him right now, but Keith's slumping against one of his thighs, breathing unevenly, swiping at his lips with a knuckle.]
I'm fine.
[Default response. He's fine from the hair-pulling, fine from choking on jizz (which is at the forefront of his mind, how embarrassing), nevermind being covered in it. His hand falls from Lance's dick, finally (just offering two or so final, subsequent pumps prior to their conversation here), setting it against his shin.]
no subject
I'm fine.
[Default response. He's fine from the hair-pulling, fine from choking on jizz (which is at the forefront of his mind, how embarrassing), nevermind being covered in it. His hand falls from Lance's dick, finally (just offering two or so final, subsequent pumps prior to their conversation here), setting it against his shin.]
Stop laughing.
[God..shouldn't he be on cloud nine somewhere?]