[ he feels keith draw away somehow, and immediately panic spikes up his back. he lurches forward, eyes wrenching open. ]
What — yeah, I'm fine, I'm—
[ so eager to wave off any of keith's concerns, he is completely unprepared for the sudden motion of his hand. his entire body shudders in response, knees practically quivering. he falls back against the tile again, just barely propping himself up. ]
You're doing great... I'm great...
[ breathless, but delightfully so. he takes cue from keith and draws his lower lip into his mouth, trying to muffle a low moan. his hips start to buck in response to those pumps, trying his best to keep rhythm but kind of being really sloppy about it. ]
He'll gradually go ahead -- steady himself and proceed to feed his dick into his mouth. His lips part over it, teeth bumping his head lightly -- in hindsight he should slackin his jaw, curl his lips over for insurance. He'll have a chance to retry in fifteen seconds when he forgets to breathe with his nose, panics and retreats after barely taking an inch.
He'll cover that bluff in dragging his tongue from the underside of that shroomy (did we decide he was cut?) head to about midway down and bak again. Therein he'll take his dick back into beyond the barrier of...unshut lips, actually, with a touch more expertise this time.]
[ another sharp whimper, though keith is basically drawing one of those each time he so much as breathes on his dick. once more he's gone to keeping his eyes firmly shut, knowing that if he so much as dared to look down, that'd be the end of it. and selfishly, despite having been content to ignore it just minutes ago, he wants this moment to last as long as it possibly can. but each quake of his legs threatens to make that time shorter and shorter.
every now and then he'll let out a breath of encouragement. a that's it or so good. sometimes he isn't able to get much out past keith's own name. but a faint tug of his hair keeps trying to coax him to take in more and more, albeit unconsciously. ]
[He's taking in enough to fill his mouth, hollowing his cheeks, retreating -- not hastily. A patient mouth full of Lance is fine (for him kek). His movements are measured, getting the hang of it. His tongue rolls along the underside as he begins bobbing on it, ever-unsure at first, but that encouragement coupled with finding a quick pattern...it's all but natural for him to go pro in a matter of ticks.
He only withdraws when he thinks he's favoring the tip too much (approximately twenty seconds in, sound familiar?), even if that's the most important part. He's panting openly once more, draws his tongue past midway, kissing, sucking at the lower parts of it. His hand falls to grope at that hanging, coupled flesh -- another test. The contact isn't enduring, his palm finding an easy place at the head of his cock, the heel of it polishing that flared tip. A hum pitches itself against his base, a line of saliva has him reclaiming his previous spot; hand and mouth alternating again.]
his body doesn't even know what's up and down anything at this point, mind a blank, warm haze of the sound televisions used to make when it wouldn't get any reception. though, blaring throughout that is the frankly incredulous cry of this isn't fair?? because how the heck is keith already so good at this, who has he been practicing on!! he'll kill them!
his sounds aren't even contained at this point, so in hindsight keeping the water on had definitely been a good idea.
not that it does much to drown out his sudden and frantic cries of: ]
Oh god— K-Keith, I'm— I'm gonna—
[ his hips twitch against the wall, and his hands curl so tight around the other's hair that his knuckles turn white. sadly, that's all the warning keith will get before he's suddenly erupting, a useless spasming noodle in the tub. ]
[It's all. Natural. When you're hyperfocused on a certain thing; achieving a certain thing, helping someone else to achieve that certain thing. He's sealing his lips over his swollen head at that warning, bobbing his head, facilitating.
This is where the admiration (jealousy??) should end, because he's not at all ready when Lance ejaculates; he pulls back with a cough, not even far enough to avoid getting more on his face?! Face, chest (drippy) -- the upside to this is that the mess is immediately watered down. The downside is that. I dunno. His face is fulla cum and he's not even wiping it away because he's busy choking/pretending not to be choking.
[ it takes him a couple of seconds (more than, tbh) to regather his bearings. another more to get his breathing back in order, and by then he's able to stand on his own without having to use the tile wall entirely for support. by then, too, his hands have loosened around keith's hair, allowing the boy to lean back as much as he had. allowing lance the chance to finally look down once more, eyes opening for the first time in what feels like forever. ]
[Not that Lance needs more weight on him right now, but Keith's slumping against one of his thighs, breathing unevenly, swiping at his lips with a knuckle.]
I'm fine.
[Default response. He's fine from the hair-pulling, fine from choking on jizz (which is at the forefront of his mind, how embarrassing), nevermind being covered in it. His hand falls from Lance's dick, finally (just offering two or so final, subsequent pumps prior to their conversation here), setting it against his shin.]
[ he's not laughing...! he's. giggling. like a dumb boy. ]
Sorry, sorry, I just —
[ he pauses briefly, before letting out a low moan. he starts to slide down the wall, careful not to jostle keith too much, but he soon joins the other boy on the ground. takes up either side of keith's face with his hands. ]
God, you look so good.
[ he can't even help himself to stealing a kiss now, low and long. he doesn't even care that he's essentially... tasting himself. ]
[He looks like something drowned and jizzy, but if it appeals to Lance, it's fine. He can kind of anticipate what's to happen -- the kiss, and yet, it's not until after their lips are sealed together that he realizes: his mouth must taste like dick.
Whatever that tastes like. There's a taste and he's thinking of a hasty retreat...but only thinking about it. Lance doesn't immediately recoil, which is good. He's cupping at Lance's jaw as their liplock endures, his other finds a hip to idle against. If Lance thinks he looks good, imagine what Keith's thinking.
All about how somebody better put their food in the fridge before it goes bad.
The moaning's still fresh, ringing in his ears like a chorus of angels singing. Lance's skin feels soft and hot, even tingly under his fingers -- which might be more of a him thing. This is it. This is what it is to be in like-like with someone.
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wth do i keep you around
What — yeah, I'm fine, I'm—
[ so eager to wave off any of keith's concerns, he is completely unprepared for the sudden motion of his hand. his entire body shudders in response, knees practically quivering. he falls back against the tile again, just barely propping himself up. ]
You're doing great... I'm great...
[ breathless, but delightfully so. he takes cue from keith and draws his lower lip into his mouth, trying to muffle a low moan. his hips start to buck in response to those pumps, trying his best to keep rhythm but kind of being really sloppy about it. ]
i hunger again make me a casserole
He'll gradually go ahead -- steady himself and proceed to feed his dick into his mouth. His lips part over it, teeth bumping his head lightly -- in hindsight he should slackin his jaw, curl his lips over for insurance. He'll have a chance to retry in fifteen seconds when he forgets to breathe with his nose, panics and retreats after barely taking an inch.
He'll cover that bluff in dragging his tongue from the underside of that shroomy (did we decide he was cut?) head to about midway down and bak again. Therein he'll take his dick back into beyond the barrier of...unshut lips, actually, with a touch more expertise this time.]
don't noncon me into role-reversal??
every now and then he'll let out a breath of encouragement. a that's it or so good. sometimes he isn't able to get much out past keith's own name. but a faint tug of his hair keeps trying to coax him to take in more and more, albeit unconsciously. ]
but mom
He only withdraws when he thinks he's favoring the tip too much (approximately twenty seconds in, sound familiar?), even if that's the most important part. He's panting openly once more, draws his tongue past midway, kissing, sucking at the lower parts of it. His hand falls to grope at that hanging, coupled flesh -- another test. The contact isn't enduring, his palm finding an easy place at the head of his cock, the heel of it polishing that flared tip. A hum pitches itself against his base, a line of saliva has him reclaiming his previous spot; hand and mouth alternating again.]
go to your room
and yet not enough?
his body doesn't even know what's up and down anything at this point, mind a blank, warm haze of the sound televisions used to make when it wouldn't get any reception. though, blaring throughout that is the frankly incredulous cry of this isn't fair?? because how the heck is keith already so good at this, who has he been practicing on!! he'll kill them!
his sounds aren't even contained at this point, so in hindsight keeping the water on had definitely been a good idea.
not that it does much to drown out his sudden and frantic cries of: ]
Oh god— K-Keith, I'm— I'm gonna—
[ his hips twitch against the wall, and his hands curl so tight around the other's hair that his knuckles turn white. sadly, that's all the warning keith will get before he's suddenly erupting, a useless spasming noodle in the tub. ]
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This is where the admiration (jealousy??) should end, because he's not at all ready when Lance ejaculates; he pulls back with a cough, not even far enough to avoid getting more on his face?! Face, chest (drippy) -- the upside to this is that the mess is immediately watered down. The downside is that. I dunno. His face is fulla cum and he's not even wiping it away because he's busy choking/pretending not to be choking.
It's fine. He's fine.]
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Keith... wow, sorry, are you oka—
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[ ...oh. ]
Eheh.
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I'm fine.
[Default response. He's fine from the hair-pulling, fine from choking on jizz (which is at the forefront of his mind, how embarrassing), nevermind being covered in it. His hand falls from Lance's dick, finally (just offering two or so final, subsequent pumps prior to their conversation here), setting it against his shin.]
Stop laughing.
[God..shouldn't he be on cloud nine somewhere?]
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Sorry, sorry, I just —
[ he pauses briefly, before letting out a low moan. he starts to slide down the wall, careful not to jostle keith too much, but he soon joins the other boy on the ground. takes up either side of keith's face with his hands. ]
God, you look so good.
[ he can't even help himself to stealing a kiss now, low and long. he doesn't even care that he's essentially... tasting himself. ]
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Whatever that tastes like. There's a taste and he's thinking of a hasty retreat...but only thinking about it. Lance doesn't immediately recoil, which is good. He's cupping at Lance's jaw as their liplock endures, his other finds a hip to idle against. If Lance thinks he looks good, imagine what Keith's thinking.
All about how somebody better put their food in the fridge before it goes bad.The moaning's still fresh, ringing in his ears like a chorus of angels singing. Lance's skin feels soft and hot, even tingly under his fingers -- which might be more of a him thing. This is it. This is what it is to be in like-like with someone.
How embarrassing.]