[ 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. ]
[ what younger sibling... he's the youngest (apparently)... but bb nieces and nephews all got the same kinda treatment tbh. congrats on being comparable to a six year old. ]
You know I do know what I'm talking about sometimes.
[ he's just gonna punctate that with a lil tweak of keith's nose between his thumb and forefinger. that's what you get, brat. ]
Rather than tooting his horn, because he doesn't need it to be tooted at the moment, he's gonna lift his chin and try to bite Lance's palm -- closest to his thumb. Just a little bite -- immediate retaliation for honking his nose.
So much for washing eachother's backs and getting bonezoned.]
[Shove his head underwater. The shove was well-earned.]
Thanks. [Okay, he might've bitten him ahead of thanking him, but it's still an earnest expression when it finally comes out. Either hand comes to settle on Lance's corresponding sides.] I'll wash your back?
[ he's mollified easily enough; a simple touch and smile is usually just the thing to smooth out any ruffled feathers, especially when said feathers weren't that ruffled to begin with. ]
Do you still remember how I taught you?
[ more of a check-in than an expression of doubt. he's already moving to turn in keith's hold, presenting his back to the other. a bruise roughly the size of his fist has begun to form on his upper right shoulder, a remnant from his earlier scuffle with victarion. ]
[It's not often he's shown how to properly bathe someone. That being said, will he follow those instructions? Probably not.
Lance's special soap is picked up, popped open and overturned in a palm. He's intentionally skipping the loofah because he knows jack shit about exfoliation. A small amount's rubbed between his hands, soon to make contact with....
His shoulders, actually. There's a hesitation at the sight of that bruise, however, an immediate frown weighs on his lips. He thinks to ask, but already has a hunch...]
You're bruised.
[He'll address his shoulders, finally, massaging the soap in on either side of him, wary of that mark -- gently coasting over it. He mad.]
[ don't be a shmuck about it keith... he Trusts you. ]
Am I?
[ he doesn't sound at all surprised, but he pretends to be anyway, turning slightly with a lift of his brows. there's a frown at his lips. he's glad, at least, that it's nothing visible on his face... ]
It'll probably go away in like a day. [ he'll shrug those shoulders. ] No big deal.
He'll slide his hands over his shoulderblades and back up again, rounding his shoulders and moving down his arms. His hands slip easily into Lance's and he tugs him in reverse, angling him under the shower spray. He's not quite done yet, but he ran out of soap and accidentally started holding hands...so.]
It is a big deal.
[From I'M GONNA BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF YOU to WHAT'S UP WITH THIS GIANT BRUISE ASSHOLE.
Co-op showering is fucking weird okay. It's difficult and not at all as alluring as it probably should be. He leans toward that injured shoulder, applies a short flurry of kisses....]
I like mine better, that's all.
[That's what happens when Lance tries to make him feel silly for fussing about bumps and lumps. His hands give a squeeze, then retreat to his hips, give a little nudge there and then reclaim that weird soap bottle of his.]
[ and because he's always eager to shift the conversation to lighter topics, he'll turn at the nudge, regardless of what it was actually intended to do. he reaches for keith's wrists a moment later, drawing him away from his body wash, and closer towards the tile. it only takes a couple of steps before he's pressing the other boy's up against the wall, hands and back and all. ]
[First of all, Keith wasn't even really sure whether or not Lance had left a mark; he certainly felt one being made twice, so he shouldn't be so taken aback when it's brought up.
Or, maybe it's because that happened as his back finds solid tile. Back, knuckles -- the whole thing's pointedly suggestive even without him asking that question like that?! He doesn't think to protest; Lance may as well have made the dirty boy comment?!]
...What?
[what are you even asking you terrible cuban kid...]
[Like a mindreader. Despite Lance's horrible wordpl...ay here, he's like a lion going in for the kill. Here's Keith in rare form, playing the role of helpless jackalope. His fingers automatically bend into fists and he proceeds to shift all of his weight onto his tippy toes in an effort to gain...ground...like it'll help him find his head, callback some dominance.
nah son.]
You already left a mark...
[A quiet comment rather than a gripe. Stay tuned.]
[ lifting up on your tippy-toes is just bringing your shoulder closer for more bite action. the sound lance makes in response is both smug and triumphant. he works his jaw a bit more, focused less on actually marking, and more on just working the flesh between his teeth. sort of like if he could tickle with his mouth.
after a couple of minutes, he disengages with a loud gasp, as if he'd been holding his breath that entire time. (probably.) ]
I don't hear you complaining. You sure you don't secretly want people to know how crazy we are about each other?
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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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You know I do know what I'm talking about sometimes.
[ he's just gonna punctate that with a lil tweak of keith's nose between his thumb and forefinger. that's what you get, brat. ]
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Rather than tooting his horn, because he doesn't need it to be tooted at the moment, he's gonna lift his chin and try to bite Lance's palm -- closest to his thumb. Just a little bite -- immediate retaliation for honking his nose.
So much for washing eachother's backs and getting bonezoned.]
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thinks the guy who just tweaked someone's nose. but whatever. ]
Don't make me shove your head under that water.
[ now he's just gonna gently nudge your face away with his whole palm... hmph. ]
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[Shove his head underwater. The shove was well-earned.]
Thanks. [Okay, he might've bitten him ahead of thanking him, but it's still an earnest expression when it finally comes out. Either hand comes to settle on Lance's corresponding sides.] I'll wash your back?
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Do you still remember how I taught you?
[ more of a check-in than an expression of doubt. he's already moving to turn in keith's hold, presenting his back to the other. a bruise roughly the size of his fist has begun to form on his upper right shoulder, a remnant from his earlier scuffle with victarion. ]
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[It's not often he's shown how to properly bathe someone. That being said, will he follow those instructions? Probably not.
Lance's special soap is picked up, popped open and overturned in a palm. He's intentionally skipping the loofah because he knows jack shit about exfoliation. A small amount's rubbed between his hands, soon to make contact with....
His shoulders, actually. There's a hesitation at the sight of that bruise, however, an immediate frown weighs on his lips. He thinks to ask, but already has a hunch...]
You're bruised.
[He'll address his shoulders, finally, massaging the soap in on either side of him, wary of that mark -- gently coasting over it. He mad.]
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Am I?
[ he doesn't sound at all surprised, but he pretends to be anyway, turning slightly with a lift of his brows. there's a frown at his lips. he's glad, at least, that it's nothing visible on his face... ]
It'll probably go away in like a day. [ he'll shrug those shoulders. ] No big deal.
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He'll slide his hands over his shoulderblades and back up again, rounding his shoulders and moving down his arms. His hands slip easily into Lance's and he tugs him in reverse, angling him under the shower spray. He's not quite done yet, but he ran out of soap and accidentally started holding hands...so.]
It is a big deal.
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It's all just part of the job, right? We've been hurt way worse as paladins.
[ remember when he was in a COMA??? yeah. of course, things are... different now. but his point still stands! ]
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Co-op showering is fucking weird okay. It's difficult and not at all as alluring as it probably should be. He leans toward that injured shoulder, applies a short flurry of kisses....]
I like mine better, that's all.
[That's what happens when Lance tries to make him feel silly for fussing about bumps and lumps. His hands give a squeeze, then retreat to his hips, give a little nudge there and then reclaim that weird soap bottle of his.]
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[ and because he's always eager to shift the conversation to lighter topics, he'll turn at the nudge, regardless of what it was actually intended to do. he reaches for keith's wrists a moment later, drawing him away from his body wash, and closer towards the tile. it only takes a couple of steps before he's pressing the other boy's up against the wall, hands and back and all. ]
Should I soap you up now?
[ etc etc you've been a dirty boy etc ]
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Or, maybe it's because that happened as his back finds solid tile. Back, knuckles -- the whole thing's pointedly suggestive even without him asking that question like that?! He doesn't think to protest; Lance may as well have made the dirty boy comment?!]
...What?
[what are you even asking you terrible cuban kid...]
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[ he is already wet. they're both wet. this is the worst forray into dirty talk ever.
but now that he's sufficiently embarrassed himself, there's truly only one thing he can do here to save face...
which is suddenly lean forward to clamp his teeth around keith's shoulder and nibble. ]
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[Like a mindreader. Despite Lance's horrible wordpl...ay here, he's like a lion going in for the kill. Here's Keith in rare form, playing the role of helpless jackalope. His fingers automatically bend into fists and he proceeds to shift all of his weight onto his tippy toes in an effort to gain...ground...like it'll help him find his head, callback some dominance.
nah son.]
You already left a mark...
[A quiet comment rather than a gripe. Stay tuned.]
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after a couple of minutes, he disengages with a loud gasp, as if he'd been holding his breath that entire time. (probably.) ]
I don't hear you complaining. You sure you don't secretly want people to know how crazy we are about each other?
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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...
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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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