[ fingers gone and lance is given a small moment of reprieve. it's weird how even weirder he feels without the pressure there, eliciting all those embarrassing sounds and squirms from him, but he feels mildly winded and empty without it, so he's left just watching keith, his gaze dropping down to eye that lip every now and then.
vaguely, he is aware of movement just behind him, evident too in the slick sounds that fill the room. he swallows a thick knot in his throat, slowly rocking back along keith's hips to press right up against the very tip of him, though he does little more than rub himself there, testing. call it payback for all that extra scissoring.
in any case, he's drawing a hand up to palm the side of keith's face, thumbing along that lower lip to work it loose from between his teeth. ]
That's my job, [ he'll say, cheekily, because he's about to have a dick in his butt in like .03 seconds, so he kind of wants to have the last word or something, and then he's leaning down to lick along that poor, abused lip before drawing it between his own and doing the same. ]
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vaguely, he is aware of movement just behind him, evident too in the slick sounds that fill the room. he swallows a thick knot in his throat, slowly rocking back along keith's hips to press right up against the very tip of him, though he does little more than rub himself there, testing. call it payback for all that extra scissoring.
in any case, he's drawing a hand up to palm the side of keith's face, thumbing along that lower lip to work it loose from between his teeth. ]
That's my job, [ he'll say, cheekily, because he's about to have a dick in his butt in like .03 seconds, so he kind of wants to have the last word or something, and then he's leaning down to lick along that poor, abused lip before drawing it between his own and doing the same. ]