[ 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?
[That's true, it does, which gives way to Keith eventually tilting away and offering his skin to the gods of Lance Town. He'd grab at his hair (his go-to) if he felt like fighting the weight keeping his hands to the tiles.]
--It doesn't matter who knows what.
[While his dick throbs to life again. Apparently the worse you are at being a seducer, the easier it is to rile him up in that kinda way...maybe he has a humiliation kink after all.]
Just because it doesn't matter, doesn't mean it still isn't nice to know.
[ spoken like a true attention hog... jk, of course everyone's opinion of him matters to lance. now that they're a couple, that level of self-consciousness extends to keith now, though since lance is of the opinion keith is amazing at everything, it's definitely a bit more skewed towards his direction.
but anyway...
it doesn't escape lance's notice that certain parts of keith have begun to respond to him. (mostly because he'd been looking to see if they would, eheheh.) once confirmed, though, his lips twist into a knowing smirk, the kind of smirk you probably wouldn't feel good being on the receiving end of, unless lf course being on the receiving end meant being on the receiving end. leaning forward, he'll nibble lightly on an ear. ]
One day Lance will get tired of acting like George Clooney. Today is not that day. Jk...jk about jking. He eventually starts sinking back to his normal height, hands pulling away from the tile just to linger at either side of him, holding Lance's still but sort of idling there. The request to turn around isn't an odd one; they were just washing eachother's backs and such...after all. What's unique is the method of request; it prompts a little shiver.
Right, turn around. Works out doubly in his favor, as his erection will be pointed away from Lance and therefore, super hidden.]
It's not like I'm keeping it a secret.
[Re: relationship status, not his dick. He'll turn around with that, releasing his hands in the process of.]
tbf, that kind of comment should probably be enough of a hint that keith is probably more inclined to just pretend he isn't as turned on as he is, in which case lance should be polite and carry on like such.
but the day lance gives up an opportunity to make keith feel good is the day he's actually some evil spy clone embedded into the team as part of an evil galra experiment. or whatever.
so rather than tend to the taps, he just starts lathering up his hands with his body wash. then he shifts closer to keith's exposed back, slipping a hand around to his front. without warming, his soapy hand comes around keith's erection, taking a firm but gentle hold. ]
[Business as usual. Again, if only he had an abuelo to think of in these times of great strife...
On the other hand, that tile's awfully shiny, are they still gonna eat dinner after this? Maybe he should shampoo his hair? He hears Lance lathering up and the thought dissipates, lest they knock hands or whatnot -- their space's limited in here.
Except.
That is not his back, Lance is not anywhere near his shoulders for that matter either.]
Lance-!
[As per tradition, the sharp declaration of his name has to punctuate all of his trifling whims. Keith automatically winds himself against Lance's front, wide-eyed and reaching back to swat at him. Several staggering moments pass as Keith searches for the right words to rebuke him, despite not really fighting this.]
[ it's fortunate that he digs his heels in the second he decided to do this, because otherwise keith suddenly leaning back and attempting to grab him would have sent them both tumbling into the tub. instead, he just leans back forward in response, in turn encouraging keith to sort of hunch over, do the same. ]
Shh, it's fine...
[ it's kind of a protest, but not really, and lance at this moment is willing to attribute this all to shyness. besides, if keith really wanted to shove him off, he would. he's scrappy like that. ]
Just enjoy it.
[ he tucks his chin over a pale shoulder, glancing down at his handiwork. one fist wrapped around keith's length, stroking casually, the other spanning over a taut torso, slipping even further down to experimentally fondle the softer parts of him. ]
[There's protest only in form of how he's standing. He pushes back for an extra moment...but eventually sinks forward, thumping an elbow against the side of tubtile, bracing himself haphazardly. He's got nothing to grab at, weh.]
We just did this!
[Like that's any reason to forego a continuation. If Lance weren't so diligent in his touches, he might've lost his erection with that. Panicking and such. On the other hand, it pulses to full attention within his palm and his head lolls to the side -- another soft thunk marking the moment his skull meets tile.]
You know it's good.
[How easy it is to fluff up Lance's ego when he's spiraling out of his mind. Contrary to how impatient he'd come off moments ago, it's like he's entering a dreamlike reality. Brb.]
[ that's the thing about young, teenage bodies like theirs... the refractory period is pretty ace.
lance himself is not nearly as strung up as keith is at the moment, but that's largely due to all the back-and-forth he'd gone through earlier. certainly not from lack of enthusiasm. as it is, he is quite content to focus on keith anyway, practically grinning to himself at the other boy's confirmation.
there is a delighted hum when he feels keith harden even more against his palm, prompting him to lean up and tug lightly on the lobe of his ear with the lightest pressure of teeth. ]
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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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--It doesn't matter who knows what.
[While his dick throbs to life again. Apparently the worse you are at being a seducer, the easier it is to rile him up in that kinda way...maybe he has a humiliation kink after all.]
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Just because it doesn't matter, doesn't mean it still isn't nice to know.
[ spoken like a true attention hog... jk, of course everyone's opinion of him matters to lance. now that they're a couple, that level of self-consciousness extends to keith now, though since lance is of the opinion keith is amazing at everything, it's definitely a bit more skewed towards his direction.
but anyway...
it doesn't escape lance's notice that certain parts of keith have begun to respond to him. (mostly because he'd been looking to see if they would, eheheh.) once confirmed, though, his lips twist into a knowing smirk, the kind of smirk you probably wouldn't feel good being on the receiving end of, unless lf course being on the receiving end meant being on the receiving end. leaning forward, he'll nibble lightly on an ear. ]
Turn around...
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One day Lance will get tired of acting like George Clooney. Today is not that day. Jk...jk about jking. He eventually starts sinking back to his normal height, hands pulling away from the tile just to linger at either side of him, holding Lance's still but sort of idling there. The request to turn around isn't an odd one; they were just washing eachother's backs and such...after all. What's unique is the method of request; it prompts a little shiver.
Right, turn around. Works out doubly in his favor, as his erection will be pointed away from Lance and therefore, super hidden.]
It's not like I'm keeping it a secret.
[Re: relationship status, not his dick. He'll turn around with that, releasing his hands in the process of.]
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[REAL SMOOTH.]
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tbf, that kind of comment should probably be enough of a hint that keith is probably more inclined to just pretend he isn't as turned on as he is, in which case lance should be polite and carry on like such.
but the day lance gives up an opportunity to make keith feel good is the day he's actually some evil spy clone embedded into the team as part of an evil galra experiment. or whatever.
so rather than tend to the taps, he just starts lathering up his hands with his body wash. then he shifts closer to keith's exposed back, slipping a hand around to his front. without warming, his soapy hand comes around keith's erection, taking a firm but gentle hold. ]
You sure you don't want it hotter in here?
[ george clooney... eat ur heart out ]
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On the other hand, that tile's awfully shiny, are they still gonna eat dinner after this? Maybe he should shampoo his hair? He hears Lance lathering up and the thought dissipates, lest they knock hands or whatnot -- their space's limited in here.
Except.
That is not his back, Lance is not anywhere near his shoulders for that matter either.]
Lance-!
[As per tradition, the sharp declaration of his name has to punctuate all of his trifling whims. Keith automatically winds himself against Lance's front, wide-eyed and reaching back to swat at him. Several staggering moments pass as Keith searches for the right words to rebuke him, despite not really fighting this.]
I said colder!
[The nerve of this punk...]
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Shh, it's fine...
[ it's kind of a protest, but not really, and lance at this moment is willing to attribute this all to shyness. besides, if keith really wanted to shove him off, he would. he's scrappy like that. ]
Just enjoy it.
[ he tucks his chin over a pale shoulder, glancing down at his handiwork. one fist wrapped around keith's length, stroking casually, the other spanning over a taut torso, slipping even further down to experimentally fondle the softer parts of him. ]
How's that...? Good?
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We just did this!
[Like that's any reason to forego a continuation. If Lance weren't so diligent in his touches, he might've lost his erection with that. Panicking and such. On the other hand, it pulses to full attention within his palm and his head lolls to the side -- another soft thunk marking the moment his skull meets tile.]
You know it's good.
[How easy it is to fluff up Lance's ego when he's spiraling out of his mind. Contrary to how impatient he'd come off moments ago, it's like he's entering a dreamlike reality. Brb.]
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lance himself is not nearly as strung up as keith is at the moment, but that's largely due to all the back-and-forth he'd gone through earlier. certainly not from lack of enthusiasm. as it is, he is quite content to focus on keith anyway, practically grinning to himself at the other boy's confirmation.
there is a delighted hum when he feels keith harden even more against his palm, prompting him to lean up and tug lightly on the lobe of his ear with the lightest pressure of teeth. ]
Don't hold back.
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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