[ 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. ]
[A hand comes up, wet and clumsy, molding to the back of Lance's head -- ruffling his hair, though the shower spray should weigh down any ruffling later on. For now, he spikes it up in reverse, groaning openly at the bite, timed nicely with that authorization. On one hand, the water's creating a buffer. On the other, Lance is right there and so he has to retain some dignity.
In a minute. In a minute he'll worry about poise. For now, he'll be rubbing himself against Lance's palm, subtle as he can...which is not very subtle at all.]
Thinking outloud?
[Haha, get it, because Lance isn't...holding back at all. It's a late rebuttal, but he says it without stammering or otherwise being embarrassing so he's goddamn proud anyway.]
[ see, keith, all you needed is some practice... here, let lance help some more: teeth deserting that ear, just so he can drag his tongue down the slope of that curved neck instead. ]
I could be.
[ if you think this is lance unrestrained, keith, that's cute. his strokes will grow a little more fervent now, building up into a brisk, steady pace. ]
[He turns his head more toward Lance, lifting it from the tile to do so -- only slightly. He thinks to catch Lance's tongue with his mouth somehow, but that's a lot of contorting and he gives up midway, mouth ajar...groaning again, though this time the noise takes form of Lance's name.
It's discernible, at any rate.
There comes a point where he doesn't need to move his hips very much. His back arches and he's frozen in place, letting that hand take care of business. Normal or not, he's still feeling fairly sensitive from ejaculating for the first time since a week after puberty first hit. There's a fullbody quiver despite the warmth they're immersed in.]
[ as cool and confident as lance had been just a couple of moments ago, he's quickly losing that cool the more keith gives into his pleasures. he can feel his breathing quicken, growing shallower. he presses his face against the curve of keith's shoulder, trying to keep his focus on the pace of his fist. somewhere along the way he lets out his own groan, almost pained, some muffled not-complaint of how unfair it is that he sounds so good. ]
[Someday he'll remember to ask Lance to grow his hair out a bit specifically so he can grab onto it a little easier during...times like these. He's pawing at it, digging in as a warmth grows in his stomach. Lance's name takes on a higher pitch -- no longer his name, just vowels, lilting noises with each sharp exhale. When he actually hits his peak, he goes silent, spilling out over Lance's already-wet fingers like he hadn't just ejaculated a short while ago.
#backedup.
And all at once he weighs back against Lance, breathing audibly, shallowly. His entire body feels like it's shaking as much as it's gone pliant and rubbery. His legs feel like jello molds and the only thing really holding him up is the desire to smash his mouth to Lance's.
Which he does, turning slightly to do so, still bracing himself against the wall with an arm; his other hand's gone more lax, more encouraging. Keith wan kiss kiss.]
[ he hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath till he's forced to release it, body sagging in time with the one huddled up in front of him. he lifts his head from keith's warm neck, glancing down at the new mess over his hand, lips pulling into an incredibly pleased (and incredibly smug) smile. when keith turns in his arms, he doesn't hesitate to lean up for a kiss, gladly taking it as some form of reward. it's sloppy and clumsy, but oddly charming in its own way... sort of like the two of them. heh. ]
Okay, [ he announces, ] now we can get all cleaned up.
[Keith's still lightheaded with adoration when Lance mentions cleaning. Yeah, they're in the shower and at least halfway through with it, but that's the least-appealing thing he could've come up with right then. There's a belated, lingering kiss meant to shut up any additional ideas about cleaning; his hand comes off the wall to find Lance's side, slipping up and down the length of it, treading closer to his tummy the more he turns toward him.]
That wasn't fair.
[Whether he's talking about Lance grabbing and handling him like that or the fact that he was the only one to get off that time, he'll leave that up for debate. In the meantime, he's urging Lance up against the tile, perpendicular to both the shower spray and that back wall that's barely been grazed by flecks of water. Dizzy, under a thick haze of reverence, he really ought to be more tired. He is, but he's also peppering his shoulder with soft kisses, there's a leg purposely set between Lances tanner two. Something about the refractory period being ace...]
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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
In a minute. In a minute he'll worry about poise. For now, he'll be rubbing himself against Lance's palm, subtle as he can...which is not very subtle at all.]
Thinking outloud?
[Haha, get it, because Lance isn't...holding back at all. It's a late rebuttal, but he says it without stammering or otherwise being embarrassing so he's goddamn proud anyway.]
dishonor on your cow
I could be.
[ if you think this is lance unrestrained, keith, that's cute. his strokes will grow a little more fervent now, building up into a brisk, steady pace. ]
your cow
It's discernible, at any rate.
There comes a point where he doesn't need to move his hips very much. His back arches and he's frozen in place, letting that hand take care of business. Normal or not, he's still feeling fairly sensitive from ejaculating for the first time since a week after puberty first hit. There's a fullbody quiver despite the warmth they're immersed in.]
Lance.
[He's whining....]
she has a name...
[ as cool and confident as lance had been just a couple of moments ago, he's quickly losing that cool the more keith gives into his pleasures. he can feel his breathing quicken, growing shallower. he presses his face against the curve of keith's shoulder, trying to keep his focus on the pace of his fist. somewhere along the way he lets out his own groan, almost pained, some muffled not-complaint of how unfair it is that he sounds so good. ]
what's in a name?
#backedup.
And all at once he weighs back against Lance, breathing audibly, shallowly. His entire body feels like it's shaking as much as it's gone pliant and rubbery. His legs feel like jello molds and the only thing really holding him up is the desire to smash his mouth to Lance's.
Which he does, turning slightly to do so, still bracing himself against the wall with an arm; his other hand's gone more lax, more encouraging. Keith wan kiss kiss.]
that which by any other shut up
Okay, [ he announces, ] now we can get all cleaned up.
[ c'mon, up and at 'em... ]
please try to be more romantic in the future
That wasn't fair.
[Whether he's talking about Lance grabbing and handling him like that or the fact that he was the only one to get off that time, he'll leave that up for debate. In the meantime, he's urging Lance up against the tile, perpendicular to both the shower spray and that back wall that's barely been grazed by flecks of water. Dizzy, under a thick haze of reverence, he really ought to be more tired. He is, but he's also peppering his shoulder with soft kisses, there's a leg purposely set between Lances tanner two. Something about the refractory period being ace...]
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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