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[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.

(elevator music)]

[ —oh, that's. okay. that's a thing.

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. ]

[Oh, uh....

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... ]

What?

[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?]

[ oh ]

[ h e h ]

[ 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...]

Lance, you don't have to.

[ the hand falls to his wrist and he grows still, holding his breath. readying himself for a reproach, he's surprised instead to hear keith's quiet response. he takes a moment to answer, trying to choose his words wisely. ]

...I want to.

[ he nuzzles his nose against keith's neck for a moment, before pressing a soft kiss there, just beneath his ear. ]

I'll make you feel good, I promise...

[ carefully, he shifts his hand once more. it's an awkward angle, for sure, and there... isn't much he can really do with keith all wrapped up as he is. but just this much should be okay for now, he thinks... ]

[He turns his head, nuzzling the hair at his temple with his nose, inhaling nervously, exhaling shakily. He's challenged Zarkon all on his own before, but this? This is a whole different kind of terrifying.]

Okay...

[He's not ready to stray too far from Lance's wrist...just because the closeness gives him a false sense of control. While he's still unsettled about the whole thing, his hips shift, encouraging the friction. The motion's too week and settled to be considered a grind...but..........]

[ that's fine... the hand at his wrist sort of gives him a strange kind of stability too; helps keep him grounded, because despite his promise, he's kind of flying by the seat of his pants here. he returns his lips to the side of keith's neck, mouthing kisses and little nips there like he knows has been received favorably before. but now he's timing it in rhythm with the motion of his hand, keeping the gesture gentle but fervent.

all the while, he's trying to ignore the way his own body is responding, hips rising to every twitch of keith's. ]

[His legs settle in an outward "v" shape despite earlier attempts at...who knows, trying to retain some dignity in pulling his knees in. It was a bad idea -- he's got Lance keeping his legs apart simply by sitting there. He did this to himself. There's a mutter of his name, he's pressing more intently against the paladin's hand...

And sort of pauses around the third rise of his hips. At first, he thinks he's just setting too much weight in his lap. When Lance continues twitching up, he kinda...gets it. He's looking for contact. He's...turned on just as well.

Rather than going right for his thang in turn, he...goes back for his waistband with the hand long-idled at his thigh. He's fumbling with the button there...if there is one. If not it's gana be he drawstring.

Why chafe his fingers when he can just do this lol.

Jk, he doesn't even know why he's skipping steps. He just is. Throwback to when he was playing with his waistband earlier.]

[ ye your boyfriend's a needy one, sorry about it. TO HIS CREDIT he's doing the best he can to live up to his promise, despite the ache that's beginning to settle into his arm at the awkward angle, despite the weird galran leather leaving the palm of his hand kind of raw.

when his button is popped open and fly fiddled with (haha i'm godmodding), lance lets out a low groan of appreciation and relief. somewhere in that noise is keith's name, reverberating in the back of his throat. truthfully it's taking all he has not to reach down and shove keith's hand down his pants right this very second. thank god he's a pure and thoughtful boy... ]

[Well that's what's gonna happen if he has a goddamn fly in the way. He'll purse a kiss to Lance's temple at the sound of his name, run the back of his fingers along the length of his dick. Testing the waters before plunging in and all.]

Unzip me.

[So much for being sheepish. It's another murmured thing, quiet -- meant for just them, of course. Moreover, he may have just accidentally asked Lance to scale the side of a vertical mountain. Like unzipping his tech suit is so easy...

(it's got latches, zippers, all kinds of obnoxious things. have fun)]

[ it's all very sexy right now, heavy breathing and heavy petting. lance probably shouldn't ruin it by suddenly asking, it has zippers?! so he keeps his mouth shut. reaches around and fumbles for... some kind of latch... anything. he starts at the collar and tries to work his way down. finally finding something just beneath a ponytail and — tugging?? hopefully he doesn't accidentally switch on some weird galran power or something...

ah, it's caught along keith's lower back. ]

Um... I think it's stuck...

[This is exactly what would happen if Lance were to try an unlatch a bra. He adjusts -- tries to help, turning this way and that, trying to angle it in a way that makes more sense but...

If he's stuck, he's stuck.]

Hold on...

[He'll reach back with both hands, fumble with some hooks. Maybe that should help? He tests the zipper, tugging it up, then down again....seems alright...]

Alright, keep going.

[And he'll take Lance by his shoulders, press himself flush to his front. Obviously trying to give him more space to work lol...make it easier on him.]

[ well alright. okay, lance can work with this. admittedly, he kind of wraps his arms around keith out of reflex... because hugs are nice, okay.

but he gets his head back in the game after a second! goes back to unzipping, even if there's really only a couple more inches left to go. his hands reach back up to start peeling the suit off keith's shoulders, though he realizes they'll run into another problem soon enough.. ]

Hang on—

[ slipping his hands back down, he grabs hold of keith around the back of his thighs and lifts — just enough that he can flip them around, press keith back against the couch instead. thankfully, the styrofoam container does not topple over or spill. but at least this way, lance hovers over keith well enough to give him enough leverage to start pulling that dang suit off... he's got his knees on the couch, keeping keith's legs propped up against his lap. don't mind him as he literally tears your clothes off, heh. ]

[Oh yikes, he wasn't expecting this...but he's also not acting like a fish about it. Lance can dictate...since he seems to have a plan. Their spots get flipped, the food survives; as his tech suit comes off, his gloves get knocked off in the process (lol he was rubbin him with gloves on...eating with gloves on). He's still arching this way and that to kinda...help, but he doesn't really have to. He's in primo position to shed his suit with minimal effort thanks to Lance.

He does give an inch for the butt part; he lifts from the couch briefly, shoves it along...and being like this -- down to his undies more or less and squashed between the couch and Lance...

Feels good. Like. If someone to walk in, he has some coverage.]

Just throw it anywhere...

[Probably goes without saying.]

[ if this were the other thread, lance would be in prime position to moon whatever unfortunate soul decides to walk in on them in this moment, but it's not, so he doesn't. his fly's down, and his erection's caught awkwardly against his undies, but he's definitely still fully clothed whereas keith is now... very not. heh.

catsuit dropped to the wayside, he returns his attention to the simple pair of boxerbriefs still left making keith a small smidgen of decent. tentatively, he palms his hand over the hardness there, fingers curling lightly. his other hand tugs along the waistband, drawing it down narrow hips.

this is okay, this is fine, this is totally normal, just two bros, two boyfriends, touching each other's dicks— ]

...Hot.

[ SMLAKjslkas as in! the skin! the skin that is now bared and that lance has now got his hand wrapped fully around!!

but also just the sight of it all. eheh. heheheheh. ]

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