I could sing. My mom always said I had a pretty nice voice.
[ but that's what moms are supposed to say... in any case, he's leaning in, moving his hands to hook his fingers into keith's belt loops. he gives a little tug, but neither pulls nor pushes. ]
Happy birthday to you...
[ it's quiet, intimate. not the loud and boisterous singing one would expect of a birthday celebration, or from lance in general. his gaze, for the most part, maintains a steady eye contact with keith's, but every now and then his eyes will drift down to watch the way that tongue flicks out to lick at his fingers. ]
Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Keeeeeith... Happy birthday to you.
He'd make similar contact -- settle his hands on his shoulders or something, but he's still holding what remains of that cupcake in one hand, his other's messy. Lance finally starts and it's...
An unexpected thing. How good he is, the tone of it; he's mid-lick but freezes completely as the song progresses, tongue slowly receding into the confines of his mouth. He's left gawking at him -- blushing, obviously.
He swallows a ball of nothingness at the song's completion...err, several beats after.]
Thanks.
[If that were to continue any further, he'd feel it in his donger for sure.]
[ good call, keith, since lance breaks into laughter right at that very moment. it gets muffled thanks to the cupcake mush, of course, but that doesn't seem to quell any of his mirth.
in fact he keeps laughing till he starts choking. but it's over-exaggerated so it's obviously not real. he reaches up to wrap his hands around his neck, gagging and coughing loudly.
[That was one way to effectively shut him up. Lil too effective. It's fake and overblown as heck, but for what it's worth, Keith's scrambling out of his lap, trying to urge him forward at the same time, whacking him on the back....
This is what he gets for accidentally trusting u.]
[ ah... that'll teach him to try and play a paranoid person... smh.
lance actually does choke, for real, ironically enough thanks to the whacking on his back. some bits of questionable cupcake are spat out in all the fuss and confusion, prompting him to draw the back of his hand over his mouth all over again. ]
Keith's two seconds away from slipping behind Lance and doing the Heimlich maneuver; he's standing up, prepared to pole vault over the couch sans a pole, all momentum.]
-?! I'll get you some water -- do you need a drink?
[Would water make it worse? He doesn't know. What an awful day.]
[He's settling back into his lap, slowly but surely, almost dramatically.]
Well you only picked one up.
[With a grin; the thought of him doing that much is borderline going overboard...
He'd ask if he's alright, btw, but he's talking normally and seems okay. He'll start thumbing some frosting closer to Lance's mouth, feed-cleaning him.]
It was good. [Decidedly, finally, urging the frosting between his lips.] Thanks, for picking it up. It was nice of you.
[ he's trying not to be too distracted here. they're having a sweet moment, and keith is being vulnerable in front of him again. it's comforting, knowing that they can slip back into the closeness that they'd had before that weird stasis thing happened, even if they will fumble along the way.
so he's really trying not to be such a horndog by making the gesture of taking keith's icing-covered tongue into his mouth as lewd as it could be...
but he's also kind of failing at it, staring at his boyfriend with a hooded gaze like he has during every second of it.
[He pins his lower lip beneath a canine, some front teeth as Lance laps away as vulgarly as possible. Rather than shy away he'll continue the process, flexing his thumb against that separation of his mouth, pausing briefly as contact's made between it and that muscle.]
For letting me be.
[It isn't long at all before he's chasing his thumb with his own mouth, again, which may or may not be gross but Lance seemed to enjoy it earlier. His tongue flicks out naturally, simultaneously at odds with Lance's own and also wiping at some of that frosting himself....hm hm hm.]
[ truthfully, it's a relief at all that he isn't getting called out for being, you know. the way that he is. finding his advances sort of reciprocated is as comforting as it is arousing, so the fervor that he meets keith's kisses with definitely don't imply being grossed out at all.
before too long the frosting is forgotten, lance way more eager to taste keith himself than any of those artificial sugars. were he able to talk, he would clarify for keith: he had no control over this at all, this them. from the very beginning, it just seemed like something that was meant to happen. if he let anything happen at all, it's letting himself finally admit it to himself. ]
[He's got frosting all over his fingers still, and....
He's courteous enough to wipe them on the front of his black shirt (so it'll show up nice and purple) before one finds a place at the back of his head, another settling at the collar of his shirt. Pulling him closer, urging a firmer connection as their tongues battle a bit; things had changed between them for a while there, he can't recall feeling so intimate with him in..
In a while. They've shared kisses, cuddled, pushed the envelope a bit, but it's been long enough and enough's happened where he's already scooting closer, pressing himself against Lance with matched longing. Maybe they're experiencing drought relief together -- even if it's an odd thing for Celibate Keith to want.
Lance may've poked a hole in a giant stopped-up dam. Fix it.]
[ it has been a while, hasn't it? weird, timey-wimey shenanigans aside (wherein three days suddenly became several months), things have been weirdly tentative between the two of them as a direct consequent of all that, and even before that, all of the dire matters regarding the chemical bombing and all of their sick friends hasn't exactly helped create the most ideal of moods.
not that they're quite in the clear now, but the situation is certainly better, which much more hope than ever before to finally becoming fixed, and with those odds, lance isn't feeling much guilt stop him from leaning up a little more insistently, from opening his mouth wider to accommodate deeper, hungrier kisses.
his hands slide around keith's narrow hips, coaxing the boy closer, urging his weight to press down against the bulge stirring in lance's lap. he makes a soft sound of approval, and then a whinier sound of need. suddenly there's just too much between them. whatever it is keith's wearing, he'll feel lance begin to tug on it now. ]
[He's wearing his black shirt and pants...no gloves or boots.
At first, he'll lean into the tugging, not taking it as a prompt of Clothes Coming Off. Just an impassioned Lance trying to incite more feedback. Essentially that IS what he's doing in an abstract way, but whatevs. He'll roll his hips against the start of that bulge, his own tensing up beneath the black of his crotch -- not only is the color slimming, but helps to disguise a budding erection.
But, he's not at all trying to hide it. Rutting lightly against him, drawing him further into that kiss, thumbing down the shell of his ear and urging his face closer by it -- upholding that closeness by it. His other hand grips and bunches up the material at his collar, bunching it up and delving further into his mouth, breathing unevenly around their liplock, similarly starving. It's all happening so fast...
But it doesn't matter. Lance is keeping pace -- fueling the fire, actually. There's a hum of approval as his hand drops from Lance's collar, worming between them to bunch up some of his shirt by his abdomen, highkey exposing it.]
[ wyver isn't nearly as cold as olympia could be, but lance still feels a faint draft elicit a shudder from him when his shirt is lifted. or maybe it's just the fact keith had been the one to do i in the first place. either way, he's kind of surprised that he's the first one to lose an article of clothing, when he'd been the one to prompt for it in the first place...
not that he's complaining. the kiss (messy and heated just like the both of them) is temporarily broken when lance pulls away enough to lift his arms up over his head, allowing keith enough room to pull that shirt up and off. once done, he's leaning back in to press his lips to the slope of keith's neck, taking the opportunity to push his own hands under the other's shirt. despite his intention just seconds ago, he doesn't really bother to do anything about the shirt yet, instead focused on running his fingers all over his back, his chest. in between attempts to darken the skin beneath his mouth, he gasps out: ]
[Keith is an accidental idea-stealer. He's pawing that shirt along, only pausing when a snag appears in form of their kiss. Not a major problem, and once there's no shirt to contend with, his hands are free to boldly tread the skin from chest to abdomen, bolder about touching him this time around. More into it.
Rather than rekindling their kiss, Lance has a different idea -- which is fine. He'll use this time to catch his breath, head tilted in offering while a hand finds leverage at a shoulder. His hips idle in the process of, weighing heavily against Lance's lap, but unmoving...and while his hands aren't cold as they make their rounds, he does give a shudder.]
No.
[It's an answer he doesn't even...think about. The right one is yes but Keith isn't in the mood to get up. He's mentally rationing it out -- Allura shouldn't have the desire to wander about..their door should be locked...so on and so forth. The hand treading his chest stalls a nipnip, catching it lightly between his thumb and knuckle of his forefinger.]
[ kinda hard to do that with a mouth full of half-alien twink neck, and also when said half-alien twink is pinching his nipnip. he gasps on command, reflexively biting down on keith's skin in retaliation.
not too hard though... they don't have a safeword yet. ]
Because — I wanna see you naked? Soon?
[ look, asking lance to be logical and sensible when he's already hard and desperate for his boyfriend is just plain unreasonable. dimly, he supposes he could stop and ask if that's even something keith would want, or if that natural progression is really as natural as it's feeling right now...
but instead his hands drift down to palm around either of keith's still-clothed buttcheeks. look, he'll carry you if he has to... ]
[There's the start of a groan when Lance bites down a lil bit. A shift--]
Oh.
[Oh, like that's the most insightful thing he's been told all day. That's certainly a reason to move...but he's still not inspired? They'd done it on the couch before, no one'll see them aloft like this. Birds, aliens maybe...
So, rather than taking that as a cue to get up, he'll just go ahead and pull his shirt off right quick with their mouths separate from one another. One another's, too.]
[ he huffs around his own spiking arousal. he's frustrated in several ways, indignant keith isn't listening to him, but also unable to keep himself from staring at his newly exposed chest. what a jerk.
alright, time to try again: ]
We don't have any stuff here.
[ he raises his eyebrows in a way that suggests you know. that stuff.
not that... they had any of that stuff in the room. sadly, of the duffel-bag full of things they'd brought with them to wyver, the remaining clear packets of lube from the red light district were not one of them. (dangit, past lance.) but upon arriving to wyver, lance did purchase a number of moisturizers... one of them will have to do.
though, now that he has the opportunity to think about it— ]
Unless you don't want to...
[ this he says with an experimental tweak of one of keith's own nipples. heh. ]
[It takes him a second, as most subtle things that aren't related to knives or violence do. Any stuff...from the Red Light District? That crossed his mind at one point or another but he was certain when the time came, they'd be able to circumnavigate it somehow. Somehow -- of course, he'd never really gone beyond that thought.]
Okay...
[He'll bright a hand to his neck, thoughtfully brushing it against the bruise at his neck. The new one. He glances off to the side, to the knife he'd been sharpening on the counter. He'd been using some oil for that, maybe...
Maybe he'll just jolt in place as Lance fondles his chest, simultaneously speaking the devil's untruths.]
I want to...
[While settling his hand over Lance's, trying to flatten it against his chest while leaning in for a smooch.]
Why would you think I didn't-?! We can just use -- I have some mineral oil, isn't that enough?
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[ but that's what moms are supposed to say... in any case, he's leaning in, moving his hands to hook his fingers into keith's belt loops. he gives a little tug, but neither pulls nor pushes. ]
Happy birthday to you...
[ it's quiet, intimate. not the loud and boisterous singing one would expect of a birthday celebration, or from lance in general. his gaze, for the most part, maintains a steady eye contact with keith's, but every now and then his eyes will drift down to watch the way that tongue flicks out to lick at his fingers. ]
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Keeeeeith...
Happy birthday to you.
[ also? he has a pretty nice voice.
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He'd make similar contact -- settle his hands on his shoulders or something, but he's still holding what remains of that cupcake in one hand, his other's messy. Lance finally starts and it's...
An unexpected thing. How good he is, the tone of it; he's mid-lick but freezes completely as the song progresses, tongue slowly receding into the confines of his mouth. He's left gawking at him -- blushing, obviously.
He swallows a ball of nothingness at the song's completion...err, several beats after.]
Thanks.
[If that were to continue any further, he'd feel it in his donger for sure.]
She wasn't lying.
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Fell in love with me a little bit more, didn't you?
1/2
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in fact he keeps laughing till he starts choking. but it's over-exaggerated so it's obviously not real. he reaches up to wrap his hands around his neck, gagging and coughing loudly.
help him, keith, he's dying...! ]
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[That was one way to effectively shut him up. Lil too effective. It's fake and overblown as heck, but for what it's worth, Keith's scrambling out of his lap, trying to urge him forward at the same time, whacking him on the back....
This is what he gets for accidentally trusting u.]
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lance actually does choke, for real, ironically enough thanks to the whacking on his back. some bits of questionable cupcake are spat out in all the fuss and confusion, prompting him to draw the back of his hand over his mouth all over again. ]
I'm fine, I'm fine...!
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Keith's two seconds away from slipping behind Lance and doing the Heimlich maneuver; he's standing up, prepared to pole vault over the couch sans a pole, all momentum.]
-?! I'll get you some water -- do you need a drink?
[Would water make it worse? He doesn't know. What an awful day.]
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I could use a kiss though.
[ never let it be said that lance isn't an opportunist. ]
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He's just gonna continue staring at him with a deflated expression.....]
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It was worth a shot.
[ he's gonna gesture to the mess left on his face. ]
You're out of birthday cupcake though. [ NOW WHAT. BIRTHDAYS ARE RUINED. ]
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Well you only picked one up.
[With a grin; the thought of him doing that much is borderline going overboard...
He'd ask if he's alright, btw, but he's talking normally and seems okay. He'll start thumbing some frosting closer to Lance's mouth, feed-cleaning him.]
It was good. [Decidedly, finally, urging the frosting between his lips.] Thanks, for picking it up. It was nice of you.
To remember.
[Did he say that already? He's saying it again.]
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[ he's trying not to be too distracted here. they're having a sweet moment, and keith is being vulnerable in front of him again. it's comforting, knowing that they can slip back into the closeness that they'd had before that weird stasis thing happened, even if they will fumble along the way.
so he's really trying not to be such a horndog by making the gesture of taking keith's icing-covered tongue into his mouth as lewd as it could be...
but he's also kind of failing at it, staring at his boyfriend with a hooded gaze like he has during every second of it.
oh well. he tried. ]
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[He pins his lower lip beneath a canine, some front teeth as Lance laps away as vulgarly as possible. Rather than shy away he'll continue the process, flexing his thumb against that separation of his mouth, pausing briefly as contact's made between it and that muscle.]
For letting me be.
[It isn't long at all before he's chasing his thumb with his own mouth, again, which may or may not be gross but Lance seemed to enjoy it earlier. His tongue flicks out naturally, simultaneously at odds with Lance's own and also wiping at some of that frosting himself....hm hm hm.]
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before too long the frosting is forgotten, lance way more eager to taste keith himself than any of those artificial sugars. were he able to talk, he would clarify for keith: he had no control over this at all, this them. from the very beginning, it just seemed like something that was meant to happen. if he let anything happen at all, it's letting himself finally admit it to himself. ]
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He's courteous enough to wipe them on the front of his black shirt (so it'll show up nice and purple) before one finds a place at the back of his head, another settling at the collar of his shirt. Pulling him closer, urging a firmer connection as their tongues battle a bit; things had changed between them for a while there, he can't recall feeling so intimate with him in..
In a while. They've shared kisses, cuddled, pushed the envelope a bit, but it's been long enough and enough's happened where he's already scooting closer, pressing himself against Lance with matched longing. Maybe they're experiencing drought relief together -- even if it's an odd thing for Celibate Keith to want.
Lance may've poked a hole in a giant stopped-up dam. Fix it.]
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not that they're quite in the clear now, but the situation is certainly better, which much more hope than ever before to finally becoming fixed, and with those odds, lance isn't feeling much guilt stop him from leaning up a little more insistently, from opening his mouth wider to accommodate deeper, hungrier kisses.
his hands slide around keith's narrow hips, coaxing the boy closer, urging his weight to press down against the bulge stirring in lance's lap. he makes a soft sound of approval, and then a whinier sound of need. suddenly there's just too much between them. whatever it is keith's wearing, he'll feel lance begin to tug on it now. ]
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He's wearing his black shirt and pants...no gloves or boots.At first, he'll lean into the tugging, not taking it as a prompt of Clothes Coming Off. Just an impassioned Lance trying to incite more feedback. Essentially that IS what he's doing in an abstract way, but whatevs. He'll roll his hips against the start of that bulge, his own tensing up beneath the black of his crotch -- not only is the color slimming, but helps to disguise a budding erection.
But, he's not at all trying to hide it. Rutting lightly against him, drawing him further into that kiss, thumbing down the shell of his ear and urging his face closer by it -- upholding that closeness by it. His other hand grips and bunches up the material at his collar, bunching it up and delving further into his mouth, breathing unevenly around their liplock, similarly starving. It's all happening so fast...
But it doesn't matter. Lance is keeping pace -- fueling the fire, actually. There's a hum of approval as his hand drops from Lance's collar, worming between them to bunch up some of his shirt by his abdomen, highkey exposing it.]
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not that he's complaining. the kiss (messy and heated just like the both of them) is temporarily broken when lance pulls away enough to lift his arms up over his head, allowing keith enough room to pull that shirt up and off. once done, he's leaning back in to press his lips to the slope of keith's neck, taking the opportunity to push his own hands under the other's shirt. despite his intention just seconds ago, he doesn't really bother to do anything about the shirt yet, instead focused on running his fingers all over his back, his chest. in between attempts to darken the skin beneath his mouth, he gasps out: ]
Should - we move to - the room?
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Rather than rekindling their kiss, Lance has a different idea -- which is fine. He'll use this time to catch his breath, head tilted in offering while a hand finds leverage at a shoulder. His hips idle in the process of, weighing heavily against Lance's lap, but unmoving...and while his hands aren't cold as they make their rounds, he does give a shudder.]
No.
[It's an answer he doesn't even...think about. The right one is yes but Keith isn't in the mood to get up. He's mentally rationing it out -- Allura shouldn't have the desire to wander about..their door should be locked...so on and so forth. The hand treading his chest stalls a nipnip, catching it lightly between his thumb and knuckle of his forefinger.]
Why?
[Persuade him away...]
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not too hard though... they don't have a safeword yet. ]
Because — I wanna see you naked? Soon?
[ look, asking lance to be logical and sensible when he's already hard and desperate for his boyfriend is just plain unreasonable. dimly, he supposes he could stop and ask if that's even something keith would want, or if that natural progression is really as natural as it's feeling right now...
but instead his hands drift down to palm around either of keith's still-clothed buttcheeks. look, he'll carry you if he has to... ]
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Oh.
[Oh, like that's the most insightful thing he's been told all day. That's certainly a reason to move...but he's still not inspired? They'd done it on the couch before, no one'll see them aloft like this. Birds, aliens maybe...
So, rather than taking that as a cue to get up, he'll just go ahead and pull his shirt off right quick with their mouths separate from one another. One another's, too.]
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[ he huffs around his own spiking arousal. he's frustrated in several ways, indignant keith isn't listening to him, but also unable to keep himself from staring at his newly exposed chest. what a jerk.
alright, time to try again: ]
We don't have any stuff here.
[ he raises his eyebrows in a way that suggests you know. that stuff.
not that... they had any of that stuff in the room. sadly, of the duffel-bag full of things they'd brought with them to wyver, the remaining clear packets of lube from the red light district were not one of them. (dangit, past lance.) but upon arriving to wyver, lance did purchase a number of moisturizers... one of them will have to do.
though, now that he has the opportunity to think about it— ]
Unless you don't want to...
[ this he says with an experimental tweak of one of keith's own nipples. heh. ]
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Okay...
[He'll bright a hand to his neck, thoughtfully brushing it against the bruise at his neck. The new one. He glances off to the side, to the knife he'd been sharpening on the counter. He'd been using some oil for that, maybe...
Maybe he'll just jolt in place as Lance fondles his chest, simultaneously speaking the devil's untruths.]
I want to...
[While settling his hand over Lance's, trying to flatten it against his chest while leaning in for a smooch.]
Why would you think I didn't-?! We can just use -- I have some mineral oil, isn't that enough?
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i'm thrilled that they're finally having this problem
why are you so mean to keef on his burday
birthday surprise
surprise....
surprise!
thanks i hate it
:o)
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