[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...]
[ 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... ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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..?
[ 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.
[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?]
[ 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?! ]
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.]
[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.
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... ]
[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.]
[Normally he'd Yell. The nibbling tickles and it's in a sensitive spot?! His nerves are certainly still on edge, but he can only lift his shoulders to shoo him off, sporting a Weird grin all the while. Like a cat with all his hackles up but is also okay with being ruffled.]
Quit it -- go inside...
[With a nudge. He's being such a gentleman, letting Lance head in first...]
[ but lance will do, thank you. after disengaging, he ambles in and turns the taps on. without keith's body pressed up against him to distract, he recognizes the full force of how gross he feels. sticky and half-clothed and sweaty... still somewhat dusty from his altercation with vicatrion. which is why he doesn't hesitate to start disrobing.
the last time this happened, he'd been so embarrassed and self-conscious. and while there is still a small part of him that feels shy about it, considering what he and keith had just done... plus, they're boyfriends now. this stuff just happens, doesn't it?
right. anyway. peeling off the blacks of his royal guard uniform, one boot at a time. ]
[Keith'll handle closing/locking the bathroom door, just in case. He hadn't done it last time, and he doubts anything will transpire between them this time either...but...it's on principle. Little things you remember to do when you live with other people and don't have quick autolock options.
It's an easy thing, and when he returns to Lance, he's Slowly Undressing. Once he's finished fussing with his boots, he'll set a hand on either side of him and lean up, nibble-biting at his ear in turn.
He'd also planned to...say something about how much of a brat he is as proven by that that's what you get comment, but he's busy now. Foiled by his own whims.]
[ he finishes getting his underwear off by the time keith comes upon him. he's startled for exactly .1 second before happily melting into it, reaching down to draw those arms further around himself in a total anime back hug. he turns into the nibbling, feeling the touch go straight down his spine. ]
Oh, round two already?
[ he chuckles, sounding smug... as if he could go again so quickly anyway. tsk. ]
[That's right..Lance...put your back into the splooge still on Keith's tum tum. He doesn't answer right away, he just catches some cartilage between his canines, provides a little pinch, then releases the ear entirely.]
Yeah, it was your idea to clean off together again.
[ IT'S DRIED AT THIS POINT also they're gonna rinse off in like 0 seconds anyway. let lance have this... he's feeling like a champ. ]
Yeah, I guess I can't blame you... I'm pretty irresistable.
[ did he even hear keith? who knows. it's 95% likely he's having his own conversation in his head right now, amidst choruses of people cheering "you go, lance! you da man!" ]
[I didn't know I was threading with the expert on dried cum....
He'll let Lance have his moment, quietly continue hugging him for an extra second. A hand comes up slowly but surely, two fingers extended (middle, fore) and are pressed ever-so-slightly into his nose. One finger for each nostril.
also what the heck, keith, lance is the immature one here not you. haha jk you're both children. but congrats on winningthis round, or maybe not, considering the sharp, squawking noise he makes once his nostrils have been so rudely violated. he smacks keith's hand away, shuffling into the shower. ]
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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...]
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[ 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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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.]
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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... ]
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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!]
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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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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.
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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?! ]
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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.]
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Don't be a brat...
[ you know what he means... you cute dingus... ]
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[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...]
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[ 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... ]
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[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.]
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[ he'a slinging both arms around keith's neck now, leaning forward against his back. ]
Like the kind that would win brat Olympics.
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My only competition would be you.
[And there's already enough of that.]
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Heeey...
[ he's gonna nibble on your ear for that one! ]
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Quit it -- go inside...
[With a nudge. He's being such a gentleman, letting Lance head in first...]
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[ but lance will do, thank you. after disengaging, he ambles in and turns the taps on. without keith's body pressed up against him to distract, he recognizes the full force of how gross he feels. sticky and half-clothed and sweaty... still somewhat dusty from his altercation with vicatrion. which is why he doesn't hesitate to start disrobing.
the last time this happened, he'd been so embarrassed and self-conscious. and while there is still a small part of him that feels shy about it, considering what he and keith had just done... plus, they're boyfriends now. this stuff just happens, doesn't it?
right. anyway. peeling off the blacks of his royal guard uniform, one boot at a time. ]
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It's an easy thing, and when he returns to Lance, he's Slowly Undressing. Once he's finished fussing with his boots, he'll set a hand on either side of him and lean up, nibble-biting at his ear in turn.
He'd also planned to...say something about how much of a brat he is as proven by that that's what you get comment, but he's busy now. Foiled by his own whims.]
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Oh, round two already?
[ he chuckles, sounding smug... as if he could go again so quickly anyway. tsk. ]
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Yeah, it was your idea to clean off together again.
[HA ha ha.]
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Yeah, I guess I can't blame you... I'm pretty irresistable.
[ did he even hear keith? who knows. it's 95% likely he's having his own conversation in his head right now, amidst choruses of people cheering "you go, lance! you da man!" ]
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He'll let Lance have his moment, quietly continue hugging him for an extra second. A hand comes up slowly but surely, two fingers extended (middle, fore) and are pressed ever-so-slightly into his nose. One finger for each nostril.
Shhhhhhhhh~]
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also what the heck, keith, lance is the immature one here not you. haha jk you're both children. but congrats on winningthis round, or maybe not, considering the sharp, squawking noise he makes once his nostrils have been so rudely violated. he smacks keith's hand away, shuffling into the shower. ]
Don't be a sore loser...
[ loser?? in what??? who knows. ]
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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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