[ he almost doesn't hear keith then, caught up in chasing down the pleasure he affords him with that fist. so his lips are clumsy, a little off-center when he finally finds keith's own, but they're no less passionate. he is acutely aware of that second pressure tentatively trying to join the other, and while that in itself hadn't been too bad — no, not bad at all, see, calm down — it still takes him a second or two to will his body to relax.
it's still, ultimately, a strange feeling. not bad, not at all, but not necessarily good either. at least not yet? it's just a feeling, a weird sensation of pressure and being filled, or at least getting there, and it doesn't hurt like he thought it would. it just feels odd. different, but the kind of different he thinks he could get used to.
it isn't until he starts experimentally shifting back into keith's hand, drawing in more than just the second knuckle. isn't until keith's thumb brushes against the sensitive skin between there his fingers are and where his other hand rests that lance feels a jolt of sensation race up his spine and his lips snap away from keith's in a sharp gasp. ]
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it's still, ultimately, a strange feeling. not bad, not at all, but not necessarily good either. at least not yet? it's just a feeling, a weird sensation of pressure and being filled, or at least getting there, and it doesn't hurt like he thought it would. it just feels odd. different, but the kind of different he thinks he could get used to.
it isn't until he starts experimentally shifting back into keith's hand, drawing in more than just the second knuckle. isn't until keith's thumb brushes against the sensitive skin between there his fingers are and where his other hand rests that lance feels a jolt of sensation race up his spine and his lips snap away from keith's in a sharp gasp. ]
Oh.