Keith, [ he means to antagonize back, but the word kind of cuts off prematurely into a hissing gasp, body remembering the feel of that strange friction again. he shifts beneath the other out of reflex, finding a better angle that works for him. that leg lifts and winds around keith again, high up along his back. somewhat placated, he allows himself to lean back again, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's neck to make their kisses a little easier, less strain on both their necks. despite the little hiccup there, it doesn't take too too long for lance to feel all warm and worked up again, finding a familiar rhythm in the shifting and press of their lips and tongue. ]
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