[ 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. ]
[Questioned with a bit of a chuckle, because wtf was that noise?? With Lance already hopping in, he'll start to take his undies off, step out one leg hole at a time and move closer to the tub with that.
If anything, Lance's is the sore loser for running away....]
[ #angelikapickles. proving once again that lance is super mature. the maturest ever.
but hey, he's making room for the other with a lot more willingness than the last time they'd had to share this space, so maybe that counts for something. (it doesn't.) he's already wet, having stepped under the spray and given his body a quick rub down. so when keith arrives, he moves back, allowing him some time under the spray.
this puts him right behind keith, allowing him to lean in and speak against his ear. ]
If you ask nicely, I can wash your back for you.
[ now it's his turn to sneak his hands along keith's middle, fingers trailing up along his sides. ]
[What the fuck I always think of that specific Rugrats quote at random even though it's awful and the opposite of inspiring, what the fuck.
At least they're better at sharing this time. He'll occupy the sprayspace for a little bit, enough for his hair to soak thoroughly -- as well as everything else. There he is, minding his own business when Lance "Tentacle Monster" McClain comes in for the attack, from his blind spot no less...]
--!
[It's too soon to get him all worked up again?! Whether intentional or not, the fingers at his side have him twitching (tickles...shuffling backwards against him...erotic...) and an arm automatically lifts to curl around the side of Lance's head, fingers settling in his similarly wet hair. When he turn-lifts his head to answer, he...
Gets an earful of water, which automatically has him scrambling to move away from the spray, jerking his head from side to side like a dog shaking off.]
There's water in my ear!
[Which is not the answer he was seeking, but...it's the answer he gets. His other hand comes up to shield his face from the spray, lest more of it pack in. Weeeh save him Lance...]
for a few seconds, lance just watches keith... panic... over water in his ear. to think this is the same boy who'd been almost rutting up against him a few seconds ago... the duality of man... ]
Just tilt your head back the other way. If nothing's coming out, let a little more water in and then tilt your head. It'll help ease things out.
[ come here already, smh.
he'll reach for keith, drawing him a step back so they're both no longer under the spray — well, not entirely. keith's back is probably getting sprinkled on. ]
[Lance pls stop interfering. Keith's hastily using his palm like a toilet plunger, trying to force the water out with the power of suction. He's totally not freaking out, it's just.
Blocking his ear and it feels awful. Lance can take the wheel while he proceeds to not listen at all. Though, he does tilt his head sideways, starts banging on the opposite ear. Newton's Cradling that motherfucker outta there.]
lance actually just lets him struggle for a good long while, mostly out of spite... you coulda avoided all this, keith. you coulda been a contender. ]
Gently...
[ he takes keith by the wrist, drawing that hand away like a mother would a baby who's had one too many shakes of its rattle. with his other hand he'll guide keith's head this way and that. allowing his stuffed ear to once again take on some water, then tipping his head the opposite way to let it leak out. ]
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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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[Questioned with a bit of a chuckle, because wtf was that noise?? With Lance already hopping in, he'll start to take his undies off, step out one leg hole at a time and move closer to the tub with that.
If anything, Lance's is the sore loser for running away....]
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[ #angelikapickles. proving once again that lance is super mature. the maturest ever.
but hey, he's making room for the other with a lot more willingness than the last time they'd had to share this space, so maybe that counts for something. (it doesn't.) he's already wet, having stepped under the spray and given his body a quick rub down. so when keith arrives, he moves back, allowing him some time under the spray.
this puts him right behind keith, allowing him to lean in and speak against his ear. ]
If you ask nicely, I can wash your back for you.
[ now it's his turn to sneak his hands along keith's middle, fingers trailing up along his sides. ]
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At least they're better at sharing this time. He'll occupy the sprayspace for a little bit, enough for his hair to soak thoroughly -- as well as everything else. There he is, minding his own business when Lance "Tentacle Monster" McClain comes in for the attack, from his blind spot no less...]
--!
[It's too soon to get him all worked up again?! Whether intentional or not, the fingers at his side have him twitching (tickles...shuffling backwards against him...erotic...) and an arm automatically lifts to curl around the side of Lance's head, fingers settling in his similarly wet hair. When he turn-lifts his head to answer, he...
Gets an earful of water, which automatically has him scrambling to move away from the spray, jerking his head from side to side like a dog shaking off.]
There's water in my ear!
[Which is not the answer he was seeking, but...it's the answer he gets. His other hand comes up to shield his face from the spray, lest more of it pack in. Weeeh save him Lance...]
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for a few seconds, lance just watches keith... panic... over water in his ear. to think this is the same boy who'd been almost rutting up against him a few seconds ago... the duality of man... ]
Just tilt your head back the other way. If nothing's coming out, let a little more water in and then tilt your head. It'll help ease things out.
[ come here already, smh.
he'll reach for keith, drawing him a step back so they're both no longer under the spray — well, not entirely. keith's back is probably getting sprinkled on. ]
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Blocking his ear and it feels awful. Lance can take the wheel while he proceeds to not listen at all. Though, he does tilt his head sideways, starts banging on the opposite ear. Newton's Cradling that motherfucker outta there.]
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lance actually just lets him struggle for a good long while, mostly out of spite... you coulda avoided all this, keith. you coulda been a contender. ]
Gently...
[ he takes keith by the wrist, drawing that hand away like a mother would a baby who's had one too many shakes of its rattle. with his other hand he'll guide keith's head this way and that. allowing his stuffed ear to once again take on some water, then tipping his head the opposite way to let it leak out. ]
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That's not---!
[Help...ing...except it is. Does. Did. How many times has Lance had to have done that for a younger sibling? What a pro.
He's just gonna stand there with his head tilted in Lance's hand, either awestruck or embarrassed. Probably both.]
Thank you, Lance.
[Just like that time they were handcuffed together.]
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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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