[ i mean... he's gonna have to shower eventually, but yeah. let's not ruin this nice night... a squeeze of the hand, and he'll lead them back into the living room. ]
Yeah... it was pretty good, up until some blockhead ruined it.
[They're a giant humanoid yo-yo. Back into the living room, he'll lightly punch Lance's side for that one. Who even ruined it?! Nobody did. Just Lance's dick.]
[ eheheh... look, they're joking around and having fun again. it's all good, it's all good... lance's dick ruining things is just another day that ends in 'y' t b h
he plops himself back down on the couch, reaching for the food again. he shakes his head at the erotically-arranged sushi lining the walls of styrofoam. ]
Remind me to never get the "lover's package" again...
[Lances sits down, grabs the food, and no sooner does he crit the sushi: Keith's sort of?? Getting into his lap????? He's straddling him with one leg, actually, looking less like a succubus and more like a guy who isn't sure if the seat besides you on the bus is open.]
Why not?
[It wasn't that expensive, they got a lot of food -- still not sure what Lance meant by Dick Eggroll or whatever, but thinking about it actually does make the whole thing unappealing.]
lance barely even gets a chance to shake his head disapprovingly at the missionary-style tempura roll before keith is suddenly all up in his personal space? which like. hey. he isn't complaining about. but also why??? didn't they just fight about his inopportune hard-on a few minutes ago?
does this mean this is a better time... he's so confused.
but not confused enough not to treat this all very carefully. leaning back into the couch, eyes wide and cheeks bright red. still, careful not to make any sudden movements. ]
Uh.
[ he holds the styrofoam in one hand, the other hovering uncertainly over keith's hip. ]
It's... lewd...
[ accompanied by a very pointed glance down at the space between them.
[MMmnnope, still no comprende. He looks to the styrofoam, as though he hadn't been staring at it the entire time and not finding fault with it, then focuses back on Lance's face.]
Oh.
[The part where he pretends to understand. It's easier, sometimes, rather than making him explain every little thing 24/7. His other leg comes up, a hand finds the back of the couch -- just by Lance's head, steadying himself.]
Did you still wanna...
[Uh, how do you say...]
kiss?
[Yeah yeah, he may have brought up dinner again, but he also feels sort of bad about stressing Lance out, despite not knowing he was doing it? After a day like today, a lil affection's fundamental.]
[ hi this is lance, he always wants to kiss. the only time he doesn't want to kiss is when he's asleep, and even then he's probably dreaming about kissing.
also when it's cuddletime, but that's just because sometimes it's just nice to be held and listen to each other breathing okay gosh. ]
...If you wanna.
[ which is pretty much a yes, but a tentative yes, because he'd be a pretty awful boyfriend if he guilt-tripped his partner into kissing him right? right.
that said, his free hand does settle over keith's hip now. that goshdarn suit doesn't leave a lot to the imagination, but it still would've been nice to be able to slip his hand under a shirt instead or something, smh. ]
[Cautious of the Chinese food, he's leaning over, offering a quick peck at first -- on the lips, but still a peck. A little grin spreads cross his mouth thereafter, forehead bumping lightly against Lance's.]
here lance had been, heart racing, gearing up for some hot make out session and— keith smooches him and gives his forehead a little boop and wow somehow that has his heart fluttering even more. honestly what a jerk. ]
Is that your way of saying I'm eggs-ellent?
[ hehe. hunk would be proud of that one.
okay anyway speaking of eggrolls, he's gonna go ahead and set the container on the far side of the couch, hopefully out of harm's way. ]
[He settles more fully in Lance's lap once the food finds...somewhere else to hang. On one hand, at least his comment was met with silliness rather than fretting. The grin only broadens; this is the 1% of the day where Keith finds Lance's weird puns/pickup lines/whatever endearing in some form.]
You already know...
[Forehead boop becomes sliding my face down your neck and resting in the crook of it, but not without offering some small kisses along the way. A warm breath finds the junction.]
he cannot help his own doofy grin at keith's response. that weird fluttering goes into weird overdrive now, even more so as the other boy settles, and lance lets his arms encircle him loosely around his waist. he settles back into the couch a little further, tipping his face back to make for more room. ]
Yeah, I'm pretty awesome...
[ like lance is gonna miss an opportunity to gloat. but at least he's begun to rub soothing circles along keith's lower back? what a thoughtful bf tbh. ]
[No denial; his lips are busy sealing over that same spot, working the skin between. He's never...tried to give a hickey before, but this is how it works, right? Is this even something Lance would want? He doesn't know a dang thing, but it should be fine unless he outwardly objects. S'what happens when you find an opportune spot while trying to arouse (lol) a specific mood.
So he's pulling, lightly -- tentatively, his tongue soothing over the spot between those tugs. A hand comes up to just rest against that chiseled jaw of his.
lance realizes what's happening about two sucks in, his eyes flying wide open and his body tensing underneath. he keeps still, or as still as he can, which actually isn't much at all, shifting nervously under keith's weight. the other boy can probably feel how thickly he swallows around the lump in his throat
as well as. other ways. his body is being affected.......
not wanting to scare the moment away, he keeps quiet. but he'll go ahead and continue rubbing his hands over the other's back... his legs... ]
[He's pressing a bit closer to him as the process of...marking him...comes to an end. He thinks he's done? When he draws back enough to see, it's a reddish, nearly purple bruise. Something that could very well clear up overnight, minus little blots of that darker hue...
Huh. So it kinda worked.
The hand not bracing himself against the couch slinks up Lance's tummy, rubbing high up on it before retreating lower, fingering along his waistband. Should he say anything? He can only think to ask if it hurt, which, it didn't? Lance would be the first person to scream about it if so.
Maybe he...doesn't need to say anything. Having lifted his head again, he bumps their noses deliberately, still smiling -- though sheepish. The Real Keith Has Been Abducted By Aliens.]
[ lance's stomach sucks in, concave-style, the second those fingers drift lower, teasing his waistband. this is a dangerous game keith's playing, and lance has it in his mind to lean back, as if this is really what he wants, does he even realize how close his hand is to his jibblies right now??
but lance also doesn't want to do anything to shatter this moment either, so he stays uncharacteristically silent. they've both been abducted by aliens, it seems, but hey at least they're enjoying themselves. with a wider grin, he leans up to press a swift kiss against keith's lips. then he's reaching up to grab the end of that ponytail, tugging lightly to tip his head to the side. ]
My turn.
[ oh did you think the marking session was done? no sir no sir. ]
Yeah he did. Think it was done. His throat's exposed all the more at Lance's whim, teeth pinning his lower lip. His hand idles in Lance's lap -- inner, upper thigh area. He's kneading the spot in a featherlight way; the motions are there, the weight: not so much.
He thinks to advise him to choose a subtle spot that his collar can hide...but...he'd prefer not to ruin the mood?]
Yours isn't that dark.
[Like, when you punch your bro by accident so you offer a free punch in turn with the preemptive 'I didn't even hit you that hard so..']
[ what do you mean he can't spell out LANCE WUZ HURR all over your pale pale skin keith? what's the point? ]
Don't worry, [ he says, in a tone that should probably make someone worry. he noses along the line of keith's jaw, finding a spot just beneath his ear to press a few kisses to first... get him warmed up. or something.
but he'll be nice, letting his lips drift down lower... though perhaps not as low as keith would have liked, because his galra suit collar is pretty high??? he'll try and find a spot that's not so obvious, though, gently drawing the skin in between light swipes of his tongue. ]
[That's alarming; Keith automatically thinks Lance is gonna mark him way up high. He isn't, though, which is moderately calming. Sure, he may leave a purple bruise, but at least it's not gonna be up by his ear.
He's quiet, similarly tense as Lance begins. It dosen't hurt, but it does cause a bit of...tension in lap? The first time his suit's felt toight, ah, and over something super simple. Easy modo.]
Are you sure you wanna do that-?
[Quickly, as if it's a life and death situation. A teen boy getting his first hickey; he's noivous.]
[ as close as they are right now, it's not hard to notice keith's sudden — uncertainty? lance pulls away nervously, worried he might have hecked up somehow. ]
Why, does it hurt? Is it bad..
[ IS HE SUCKING AT IT AND NOT IN THE GOOD WAY? D: it had felt really good when keith did it, and he was trying to emulate that as much as possible... ]
[Ha ha, did it just get hot in here? It's his turn to at cagey, hurriedly looking from side to side.]
No, keep -- you can keep doing it.
[He'll be urging Lances face close again, as long as he's...cool with picking up where he left off. There's no way he's gonna articulate the fact that he's got a hard on. Now he knows how Lance felt.
Alright, play it cool. He's gonna. Just. Grab Lance's hand, abandoning the back of the couch (just balancing on his knees) to do so. And, uh.]
[Wordlessly guide it to his groin so that the back of his hand should knock into his stiffy? This is probably the dumbest thing ever, but everything was way better after Lance just talked about his?! Where he can't...find words..
This should be fine. Nevermind that he just proceeded with the universal fuckboy signal for handjob pls?]
[ no yeah NOPE THAT'S. THAT'S A PRETTY GOOD SIGN THAT HE'S ON THE RIGHT TRACK, yessir. and while lance is sparing a moment to feel pretty good about himself (because it's nice to know you appeal to your partner, okay!) he also spares another moment to realize that, yeah, yes, that's also turning him on a lot... in response... hmm.
okay okay let's not ruin this moment. keith said he was liking what he was doing, so he'll go ahead and lean back up and continue with that. form a seal around the softest part of his neck and suckle gently.
his hand, on the other... hand... gets a bit more brave, turning over to palm the stiffness there. tentatively, he starts to rub with his palm... ]
[He tilts his head without the guidance this time, closes his eyes...exhales...
And boyo for one reason or another, he wasn't really expecting Lance to start rubbing him? Maybe come up with some embarrassing (but deserved) remark -- or better yet, just draw away with renewed understanding. He does neither, but actually begins servicing him and there's a soft noise in response; there are enough layers for the touch to not be so...poignant, but it's still happening and his legs reactively shift closer together, his hand twitches back some, settling at his wrist but not holding or otherwise keeping him from continuing on.
He swallows, flicks his tongue over his lower lip...]
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Yeah... it was pretty good, up until some blockhead ruined it.
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Just sit down...
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he plops himself back down on the couch, reaching for the food again. he shakes his head at the erotically-arranged sushi lining the walls of styrofoam. ]
Remind me to never get the "lover's package" again...
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Why not?
[It wasn't that expensive, they got a lot of food -- still not sure what Lance meant by Dick Eggroll or whatever, but thinking about it actually does make the whole thing unappealing.]
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lance barely even gets a chance to shake his head disapprovingly at the missionary-style tempura roll before keith is suddenly all up in his personal space? which like. hey. he isn't complaining about. but also why??? didn't they just fight about his inopportune hard-on a few minutes ago?
does this mean this is a better time... he's so confused.
but not confused enough not to treat this all very carefully. leaning back into the couch, eyes wide and cheeks bright red. still, careful not to make any sudden movements. ]
Uh.
[ he holds the styrofoam in one hand, the other hovering uncertainly over keith's hip. ]
It's... lewd...
[ accompanied by a very pointed glance down at the space between them.
or rather, the lack of space between them. ]
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Oh.
[The part where he pretends to understand. It's easier, sometimes, rather than making him explain every little thing 24/7. His other leg comes up, a hand finds the back of the couch -- just by Lance's head, steadying himself.]
Did you still wanna...
[Uh, how do you say...]
kiss?
[Yeah yeah, he may have brought up dinner again, but he also feels sort of bad about stressing Lance out, despite not knowing he was doing it? After a day like today, a lil affection's fundamental.]
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[ hi this is lance, he always wants to kiss. the only time he doesn't want to kiss is when he's asleep, and even then he's probably dreaming about kissing.
also when it's cuddletime, but that's just because sometimes it's just nice to be held and listen to each other breathing okay gosh. ]
...If you wanna.
[ which is pretty much a yes, but a tentative yes, because he'd be a pretty awful boyfriend if he guilt-tripped his partner into kissing him right? right.
that said, his free hand does settle over keith's hip now. that goshdarn suit doesn't leave a lot to the imagination, but it still would've been nice to be able to slip his hand under a shirt instead or something, smh. ]
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[Cautious of the Chinese food, he's leaning over, offering a quick peck at first -- on the lips, but still a peck. A little grin spreads cross his mouth thereafter, forehead bumping lightly against Lance's.]
You smell like an eggroll.
[hOT.]
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here lance had been, heart racing, gearing up for some hot make out session and— keith smooches him and gives his forehead a little boop and wow somehow that has his heart fluttering even more. honestly what a jerk. ]
Is that your way of saying I'm eggs-ellent?
[ hehe. hunk would be proud of that one.
okay anyway speaking of eggrolls, he's gonna go ahead and set the container on the far side of the couch, hopefully out of harm's way. ]
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You already know...
[Forehead boop becomes sliding my face down your neck and resting in the crook of it, but not without offering some small kisses along the way. A warm breath finds the junction.]
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he cannot help his own doofy grin at keith's response. that weird fluttering goes into weird overdrive now, even more so as the other boy settles, and lance lets his arms encircle him loosely around his waist. he settles back into the couch a little further, tipping his face back to make for more room. ]
Yeah, I'm pretty awesome...
[ like lance is gonna miss an opportunity to gloat. but at least he's begun to rub soothing circles along keith's lower back? what a thoughtful bf tbh. ]
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So he's pulling, lightly -- tentatively, his tongue soothing over the spot between those tugs. A hand comes up to just rest against that chiseled jaw of his.
(elevator music)]
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lance realizes what's happening about two sucks in, his eyes flying wide open and his body tensing underneath. he keeps still, or as still as he can, which actually isn't much at all, shifting nervously under keith's weight. the other boy can probably feel how thickly he swallows around the lump in his throat
as well as. other ways. his body is being affected.......
not wanting to scare the moment away, he keeps quiet. but he'll go ahead and continue rubbing his hands over the other's back... his legs... ]
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Huh. So it kinda worked.
The hand not bracing himself against the couch slinks up Lance's tummy, rubbing high up on it before retreating lower, fingering along his waistband. Should he say anything? He can only think to ask if it hurt, which, it didn't? Lance would be the first person to scream about it if so.
Maybe he...doesn't need to say anything. Having lifted his head again, he bumps their noses deliberately, still smiling -- though sheepish. The Real Keith Has Been Abducted By Aliens.]
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but lance also doesn't want to do anything to shatter this moment either, so he stays uncharacteristically silent. they've both been abducted by aliens, it seems, but hey at least they're enjoying themselves. with a wider grin, he leans up to press a swift kiss against keith's lips. then he's reaching up to grab the end of that ponytail, tugging lightly to tip his head to the side. ]
My turn.
[ oh did you think the marking session was done? no sir no sir. ]
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Yeah he did. Think it was done. His throat's exposed all the more at Lance's whim, teeth pinning his lower lip. His hand idles in Lance's lap -- inner, upper thigh area. He's kneading the spot in a featherlight way; the motions are there, the weight: not so much.
He thinks to advise him to choose a subtle spot that his collar can hide...but...he'd prefer not to ruin the mood?]
Yours isn't that dark.
[Like, when you punch your bro by accident so you offer a free punch in turn with the preemptive 'I didn't even hit you that hard so..']
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Don't worry, [ he says, in a tone that should probably make someone worry. he noses along the line of keith's jaw, finding a spot just beneath his ear to press a few kisses to first... get him warmed up. or something.
but he'll be nice, letting his lips drift down lower... though perhaps not as low as keith would have liked, because his galra suit collar is pretty high??? he'll try and find a spot that's not so obvious, though, gently drawing the skin in between light swipes of his tongue. ]
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He's quiet, similarly tense as Lance begins. It dosen't hurt, but it does cause a bit of...tension in lap? The first time his suit's felt toight, ah, and over something super simple. Easy modo.]
Are you sure you wanna do that-?
[Quickly, as if it's a life and death situation. A teen boy getting his first hickey; he's noivous.]
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Why, does it hurt? Is it bad..
[ IS HE SUCKING AT IT AND NOT IN THE GOOD WAY? D: it had felt really good when keith did it, and he was trying to emulate that as much as possible... ]
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[Ha ha, did it just get hot in here? It's his turn to at cagey, hurriedly looking from side to side.]
No, keep -- you can keep doing it.
[He'll be urging Lances face close again, as long as he's...cool with picking up where he left off. There's no way he's gonna articulate the fact that he's got a hard on. Now he knows how Lance felt.
Alright, play it cool. He's gonna. Just. Grab Lance's hand, abandoning the back of the couch (just balancing on his knees) to do so. And, uh.]
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This should be fine. Nevermind that he just proceeded with the universal fuckboy signal for handjob pls?]
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okay okay let's not ruin this moment. keith said he was liking what he was doing, so he'll go ahead and lean back up and continue with that. form a seal around the softest part of his neck and suckle gently.
his hand, on the other... hand... gets a bit more brave, turning over to palm the stiffness there. tentatively, he starts to rub with his palm... ]
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And boyo for one reason or another, he wasn't really expecting Lance to start rubbing him? Maybe come up with some embarrassing (but deserved) remark -- or better yet, just draw away with renewed understanding. He does neither, but actually begins servicing him and there's a soft noise in response; there are enough layers for the touch to not be so...poignant, but it's still happening and his legs reactively shift closer together, his hand twitches back some, settling at his wrist but not holding or otherwise keeping him from continuing on.
He swallows, flicks his tongue over his lower lip...]
Lance, you don't have to.
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i shouldve used this icon earlier
dishonor on your cow
your cow
she has a name...
what's in a name?
that which by any other shut up
please try to be more romantic in the future
this is how i romance i'm tsun
this is hard
that's what she said ;3
it is what i said
shh...
U
never!1
i was Simply Reiterating
fine... know your place pls
in the kitchen
where's my sandwich
i can get u some cheese and crackers
i suppose that will do... a light snack
i ate all of it
wth do i keep you around
i hunger again make me a casserole
don't noncon me into role-reversal??
but mom
go to your room
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