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[emblazes]

[Keith's all about cuddly embracing right now ok...his arm stretches underneath Lance's; he certainly looks great. Great and doofy.]

Good.

[Part two: another platonic shower. He's trying to shuffle a leg between Lance's, nestling his face close to the paladin's in turn.]

I'm -- yeah.

[He starts tracing little figure 8's against Lance's back.]

Great too.

[competing]

[ post-climax keith is so cute... who is this cuddlemonster... ]

You were great.

[ hi, are you sure you've never done this before, lance feels like he's weightless right now, what the heck. ]

[emblazes]

[If Lance is weightless, Keith's the pooh.gif where pooh flies through the ceiling and into the sky.]

You're the one who topped us off...

[He's grinning nearly from ear to ear; that hand of his hooks around to finger through the short hairs at his nap, smoothing them over, just wanting to touch him.]

[competing]

Heh, I guess I did.

[ which is weirdly embarrassing to think about. towards the end there, he'd been so desperate for release, he just sort of. did what felt like he could to get there. the fact that it worked out so well still surprises him.

he squirms a little under keith's idle ministrations. it's almost tickling... but also dangerously close to a rather super sensitive part of him right now. ]

I dunno about you but that shower's starting to sound really appealing right now...

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[Why...Lance...let him rest. Let them rest. Why can't they just lie in their own jizz until it gets gross?

He's only gonna groan in response, grip onto him like a koala. He's reverted to a childlike state.]

[competing]

[ because this stuff congeals man.... das nasty... ]

What — are you gonna make me carry you?

[ he laughs, still euphoric, but keith's petulance is also strangely endearing in this moment... what a cutie. how gross. ]

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[Let it...coward.]

You can't lift me.

[Which is 100% not a challenge. It's fact, and it's muffled between Lance's face and the couch.]

[competing]

[ okay but how is lance not gonna take it as a challenge? ]

What're you talking about? I'm taller than you! [ as if that determines everything.

he starts to shift, curling his arm a little more purposefully around the other. ]

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[Keith is just a body of muscles...that aren't defined enough to draw more attention than like, his ribs.]

Yeah?

[Oh how nice, a firm embrace. Keith's happy sinking against Lance all the more, ha ha, there's no way a rash decision could ruin his mood right now.]

[competing]

[ citation needed............. ]

Yeah! By like... five whole inches.

[ and by five he means like one or two. quietly he's begun to snake a hand around the back of keith's thigh, drawing his leg further up over his midsection... slowly coaxing the other boy to drape further over him.... hm. ]

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[He's pliant like play dough; it's fairly easy to manipulate him so he's more or less ontop of him. He's kinda..trying...not to rest his full weight on him though? That's so rude.]

What are you doing?

[It's... playful, not accusatory at all...as it would be under normal conditions.]

[competing]

Carrying you.

[ he sits up then, forcing keith to sit up as well. now he's got both hands along keith's thighs, holding him in place as he starts to shift towards the edge of the couch. ]

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-?!

[Suddenly sitting up, he's koalaing himself even more, though he should be trying to get away from him?]

Don't!

[Like he's threatening to drop him into cold water or something; he kind of is? He expects Lance is gonna stand up and they'll both tip over, concuss on the floor...]

[competing]

Don't worry about it, I got you.

[ what are the chances of something that disastrous happening to the two of them? after they've shared such a nice, intimate moment together?

probably zilch, that's what!

not that lance is thinking about probability at this point, too focused on proving a point, and so up they go, onto his feet and to his credit they remain that way and stable for a good two, three seconds.

before he suddenly tilts backward, the sudden strain on his back too much for him, and hey at least they fall back on the couch and not the floor, okay... ]

—Ow.

[ yeah his head bonked against the wall a little... ]

Okay, that was.. my bad....

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[Somehow, that wasn't reassuring at all. It was nice to hear -- some part of his brain felt calmed enough by it to not struggle at least. The concept of being whisked off into the bathroom? Maybe it's not his cup of tea, playing the princess, but it's a nice gesture by Lance -- super romantic and great, but maybe they could also just...walk in together.]

Lance!

[The landing could've been worse, but someone definitely slammed something and it was absolutely Lance's head and the wall.]

I told you!

[While unwrapping is legs from his middle, a hand's quick to cup the back off his head and rub it with apprehension.]

Are you alright?

[You're like, harshing his vibe with these hijinks.]

[competing]

[ he was trying to prove a point... he was trying to impress you... honestly, he doesn't even know what he was trying to do. the fall hadn't really hurt, and the bump to his head did more to knock some sense into him than probably actually bruise. truly, the only thing bruised here is his ego.

and their hickeys. ]

Yeah... [ he sighs. ] I totally carried you for a second, though.

[ another sigh, but this time punctuated by reaching up to grasp the hand behind his head. he's embarrassed, and while keith's concern is touching, it's also sort of just a neon sign to his foolishness just now. so he'll tug that hand back in front of him and drop a soft kiss to the palm there, then settle it down over his chest. a third sigh, this time followed by the shutting of his eyes. ]

I didn't get to thank you yet...

[ he trails off... ]

[emblazes]

[Lance is Not Allowed to act like a kicked puppy not ten minutes after mutual masturbation -- or whatever. He can't even contest that statement (it was less than a second...!), leaving him even more dejected is Not Allowed. His hand manually finds its way to Lance's chest, not first without a kiss which sends his eyebrows aloft...

Not because it's odd, but because he's anticipating something. The likes of which he doesn't know.]

Thank me?

[He's confused, replaying the day on his mind on fast forward. For the Chinese food..?

They barely ate any!]

[competing]

[ a pause, and his eyes flutter open again, first staring at the ceiling before drifting back down to catch the paladin's look of confusion. ]

For what you said earlier. For what you did.

[ his hand curls a little tighter around keith's on his chest, and with his palm there he can likely feel how his heartbeat hitches a little, speeding up... ]

You were there for me when I needed you, even when I didn't ask for it and... and It just means a lot. [ honestly more than he can properly say right now. he looks a little sheepish; he probably could have picked a better time... sitting there amidst barely-touched space chinese food, covered in each other's spunk and hickeys and still in various states of undress. it's definitely not the most romantic of times, but...

keith went out of his way to tell him how he felt before. lance figures it's only right he do the same. ]

So thanks... I don't know what I'd do if you weren't around.

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[His fingers move slightly against that beat; he'd bring his knuckles up to slip between Lance's fingers if he weren't so fond of the rhythm. He'd deny having a big role in any of this, but it's...it's a sloppy place to challenge what he's saying. His other hand comes up, catches the end of one of Lance's longer bangs between his index and thumb, toying with it in what feels like reverie -- admiration.]

You'd be able to get your showers over with a lot faster.

[Lance had something similar to say about training before, hum. He'll nudge the hair aside, though it sweeps back to frame his face automatically.]

You mean a lot. You can talk to me whenever you want to...about whatever you want. I know I'm not that good at giving advice or using my words but...

[Uh, where was he going with this? Into the self-deprecating mine from hell?]

I wanna be there for you.

[competing]

[ there's a brief silence that follows after that, just a couple of seconds wherein lance feels a lump form in his throat, and his heart beat so wildly that even he can feel it in the hand curled over keith's. ]

You're doing a pretty good job from where I'm standing.

[ ha ha wow when did his mouth get so dry? weird... ]

And you're. Y'know. You mean a lot too. To me. For me. In my life.

[ ???? wasn't he supposed to be the one who could use his words better?! ]

[emblazes]

[Lance's fitbit would slip into cardio mode....]

You're sitting. [A wry grin.] We're both still sitting.

[He'll finally flip his hand so he can hold Lance's; in the same motion, he's gathering himself onto his feet. Before tugging Lance along, he'll smush a kiss to his mouth. It's one of those quick-but-slightly-messy smooches. Maybe even on purpose.]

As opposed to what?

[Lance may have nearly dropped them both on their asses but, what a safe. Keith's back to behaving like the sugarplum carebear, if that even exists.]

[competing]

[ there is a deep flush settled on his cheeks now, made only all the more apparent by his petulant glower. ]

Don't be a brat...

[ you know what he means... you cute dingus... ]

[emblazes]

I wasn't trying to be one.

[Yeah he was tho. He may have to continue to be one if Lance keeps blushing like that. It's cute. It's nice, having the upperhand here, even if it'll only last five seconds.

Get off the couch focker...]

[competing]

Maybe you're just a natural then.

[ hmph.

fine fine... he allows himself to be drawn up, shuffling closer to the other. since keith wouldn't let him carry him, lance will go ahead and lean heavily against him. carry him now... ]

[emblazes]

A natural brat?

[Hm..weird, it's like he's talking about himself. Lance is too much of a beanpole for Keith to safely carry him like this...so he's just gonna start walking...like they're off to see the wizard, side by side. He doesn't mind being a crutch.]