[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?
[ lance leans away with a little pout, glancing aside. ]
I dunno, we haven't in a while... [ because people were dying, etc.
anyway, he just shrugs at that, obviously not hoping keith wouldn't, but trying to be mindful about it anyway just in case. his hand does flatten, though, but only to let his finger flick over the nub instead. ]
But yeah, oil's good, I think. [ does he look like the lube guru to you?? what's the worst that could happen... uh. ]
Still think we should move to the bedroom, though. [ hmph. ]
[Which comes out more smartassy than intended; he doesn't know, maybe they're supposed to do that stuff all the time? Nightly? Is that a necessary part of coupling? He wouldn't mind, but it'd be a goddamn lot.
That flesh perks up under Lance's fingers and his brows go taught before he thinks to move; it's not without a huff, you know, just so he's made fully aware of how arduous this moving business is. Keith in rare, horny form.]
[ lance's cheeks flush at the mention of a schedule. half in embarrassment and half in... mild intrigue. he definitely isn't thinking nightly like a certain someone in rare horny form, but the idea of it being more regular is. enticing.
ahem.
in any case, he doesn't answer, because he doesn't trust himself to, plus half the fun of this all has been in the spontaneity of it anyway, and he doesn't want to rob them of this bit of romance so soon into the relationship.
though maybe there's no real threat of losing spontaneity in this relationship, considering how lance's immediate thought after keith slides off his lap and moves past him is to
reach out and lightly slap his hand over his butt. ah. it's the lagoon all over again.
he hops up from the couch (reaching down briefly to awkwardly adjust his boner, ahem) and brushes past to head into the bedroom before keith, cheerily shouting over his shoulder, ]
[Keith's in the middle of collecting his birthday presents and shirt like a stripper at the end of their dance when he gets his butt slapped...so it's appropriate. Lance's just lucky Keith's in the mood for that tomfoolery.]
Yeah yeah...
[Dummy. He'll take Lance's shirt too; the oil's just sitting by his knife, he'll naturally take both before treading after Lance like a (lovesick) puppy.
Once he's actually inside of their room, he closes the door with a bare foot, drops the shirts because fuckem; his gifts find a place ontop of a bureau while the oil finds a sound spot on their sidetable.
The knife's still in his hand out of habit. Now he's being weird about rekindling their little romparomp, interruptions....]
[ lance, on the other hand, doesn't seem to be having any of such issues.
considering he's already on the bed.
butt naked.
however his expression takes a turn for the concerned, eyes dropping from keith's still-bare chest to the knife in his hand. slowly, his own hands come up in the air. surrender. ]
Uh. Is that a knife in your hand or are you just happy to see me..?
[He looks between Lance and his knife, his stare lingering longer on his partner than his weapon; when did he even have enough time to change out of his outfit?
Before stepping nearer, he'll unfasten his belt, letting his pouches all to his feet along with it.]
It's a knife?
[Setting a knee against the edge of the mattress, sandwiching Lance's legs (or just his feet depending on his coolguy bedpose) between his own.]
[ don't underestimate the speed of a horny boy... ]
I know, it's. It was just a joke. [ a penis joke. ] Don't worry about it.
[ he's sitting up, reaching for keith to draw him further onto the bed. at the same time, he's sliding more forward, so that his legs do get sandwiched more thoroughly. when he's close enough, he's able to lean up and press a few open-mouthed kisses along keith's jaw, leaving a trail down to his bare chest. time to get them back into the mood, ahem. ]
I know there wasn't a candle, but technically the birthday boy still gets a wish...
[Why stop halfway when Keith can weigh onto one side and slump onto the bed, pulling Lance along for the ride, kisses and all.]
I don't really want anything.
[Don't make him bring up Shiro at a time like this, don't you fuckin dare push him to that. He'll release his knife, slide it of to the side and hopefully out of the way for now...]
[ hE WAS REFERRING TO A SEXUAL FAVOR OR SOMETHING omg stop making everything emo...
to make his intent a little clearer, he will slide a hand down to palm over the front of keith's pants, grinding the heel of his palm down in the least subtle way possible. ]
[If Lance were still wearing a shirt, he'd grab him by the collar for maneuvering purposes. He does not, so Keith takes him by the jaw adjusts their positions once more...rolling over to poise Lance over himself.
Somehow, this seemed like the most viable way to upkeep the attention to his groin.]
I don't have to wish for anything like that.
[Anything being Lance servicing him, Like That being the context. With Lance above him, assuming the arrangement isn't something he'll fight, Keith'll be the one to open-palm Lance's ass, gripping harshly at it with either hand. It's like, sexy retribution for trying to best him.]
[ keith's Sexy Retribution earns him a brief, startled gasp. there's something about hovering over his partner in this manner, the combination of their respective handfuls. it's alarmingly Sexy, in a way that has lance needing a moment to actually process it. all their other entanglements had been coupled with moments of soft intimacy, or endearing fumbling. not that this moment is lacking in either, but maybe it's their mutual aggression, or that familiar spark of competitiveness in lance's chest — either way there's something about this time that's decidedly different. passionate in a different way.
well whatever it is, it's got lance rocking his hips back into that hold a moment later. ]
You could wish for it a little...
[ then again, maybe trying to elicit dirty talk from mr. four-words-a-sentence isn't really the best of ideas. ]
[Lance is already straight up naked, Keith ain't gotta wish for jack. There's a two-handed squeeze when Lance leans into the touch, a gesture he assumes is out of appreciation. He's trying to press him close at the same time, enough where he can roll his hips forward with little effort, rubbing on him -- not that his hand isn't enough, but it is, but he's grown a certain fondness for the crotch-to-crotch variety of friction.]
You can try.
[He draws a hand away, reaching for Lance's thigh instead, pulling it apart from the other -- forcing his legs to part some bit. Blunt nails rake the underside of that very leg.]
[ well now he's just making it seem like a challenge... and lance wouldn't be lance if he weren't somehow incapable of backing down from a challenge, especially one posed by keith. (some things never change, i guess.)
still, it's kind of hard to focus when every movement keith makes has his breath rattling in his chest. ]
I could give you a handjob.
[ he'd start ticking these things off his hand if he weren't so busy holding himself steady with his hands flattened against keith's crotch and lower stomach. his thigh parts obligingly, leg trembling somewhat when he realizes just how sensitive the underside of his thighs can actually be. ]
O-Or I could suck you off...
[ where was he? he's getting a bit lost now. one hand's begun pawing at the fastenings of keith's pants, urged by the idle roll of his hips. ]
[Alright, maybe he should help this along. With only one hand, he'll thumb the back of his pants over his rump, lifting his hips to do just that -- pants and boxers, for convenience's sake. So much for the slow foreplay teasy stuff...
Well, Lance is already 100% naked so they cleared that hurdle some time ago.]
Is that all?
[More wiggling, just to shove his pants down a bit further as his hand returns to more pertinent matters, knuckles pacing his jaw.]
If you're too tired for anything else, we don't have to do this...
[Though his offer is less out of sincere concern for anything like that and, of course, more of a challenge.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
[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.]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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.]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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.]
no subject
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?
no subject
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...]
no subject
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... ]
no subject
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.]
no subject
[ 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. ]
no subject
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?
no subject
I dunno, we haven't in a while... [ because people were dying, etc.
anyway, he just shrugs at that, obviously not hoping keith wouldn't, but trying to be mindful about it anyway just in case. his hand does flatten, though, but only to let his finger flick over the nub instead. ]
But yeah, oil's good, I think. [ does he look like the lube guru to you?? what's the worst that could happen... uh. ]
Still think we should move to the bedroom, though. [ hmph. ]
no subject
[Which comes out more smartassy than intended; he doesn't know, maybe they're supposed to do that stuff all the time? Nightly? Is that a necessary part of coupling? He wouldn't mind, but it'd be a goddamn lot.
That flesh perks up under Lance's fingers and his brows go taught before he thinks to move; it's not without a huff, you know, just so he's made fully aware of how arduous this moving business is. Keith in rare, horny form.]
We'll go to our room then.
[With a quick peck to his mouth...]
no subject
ahem.
in any case, he doesn't answer, because he doesn't trust himself to, plus half the fun of this all has been in the spontaneity of it anyway, and he doesn't want to rob them of this bit of romance so soon into the relationship.
though maybe there's no real threat of losing spontaneity in this relationship, considering how lance's immediate thought after keith slides off his lap and moves past him is to
reach out and lightly slap his hand over his butt. ah. it's the lagoon all over again.
he hops up from the couch (reaching down briefly to awkwardly adjust his boner, ahem) and brushes past to head into the bedroom before keith, cheerily shouting over his shoulder, ]
Grab the oil, meet you there!
no subject
Yeah yeah...
[Dummy. He'll take Lance's shirt too; the oil's just sitting by his knife, he'll naturally take both before treading after Lance like a (lovesick) puppy.
Once he's actually inside of their room, he closes the door with a bare foot, drops the shirts because fuckem; his gifts find a place ontop of a bureau while the oil finds a sound spot on their sidetable.
The knife's still in his hand out of habit. Now he's being weird about rekindling their little romparomp, interruptions....]
no subject
considering he's already on the bed.
butt naked.
however his expression takes a turn for the concerned, eyes dropping from keith's still-bare chest to the knife in his hand. slowly, his own hands come up in the air. surrender. ]
Uh. Is that a knife in your hand or are you just happy to see me..?
[ smooth... ]
no subject
Before stepping nearer, he'll unfasten his belt, letting his pouches all to his feet along with it.]
It's a knife?
[Setting a knee against the edge of the mattress, sandwiching Lance's legs (or just his feet depending on his coolguy bedpose) between his own.]
You've seen it before.
no subject
I know, it's. It was just a joke. [ a penis joke. ] Don't worry about it.
[ he's sitting up, reaching for keith to draw him further onto the bed. at the same time, he's sliding more forward, so that his legs do get sandwiched more thoroughly. when he's close enough, he's able to lean up and press a few open-mouthed kisses along keith's jaw, leaving a trail down to his bare chest. time to get them back into the mood, ahem. ]
I know there wasn't a candle, but technically the birthday boy still gets a wish...
no subject
I don't really want anything.
[Don't make him bring up Shiro at a time like this, don't you fuckin dare push him to that. He'll release his knife, slide it of to the side and hopefully out of the way for now...]
Everything's fine the way it is.
no subject
to make his intent a little clearer, he will slide a hand down to palm over the front of keith's pants, grinding the heel of his palm down in the least subtle way possible. ]
Are you suuure?
no subject
Somehow, this seemed like the most viable way to upkeep the attention to his groin.]
I don't have to wish for anything like that.
[Anything being Lance servicing him, Like That being the context. With Lance above him, assuming the arrangement isn't something he'll fight, Keith'll be the one to open-palm Lance's ass, gripping harshly at it with either hand. It's like, sexy retribution for trying to best him.]
no subject
well whatever it is, it's got lance rocking his hips back into that hold a moment later. ]
You could wish for it a little...
[ then again, maybe trying to elicit dirty talk from mr. four-words-a-sentence isn't really the best of ideas. ]
Should I list your options?
no subject
You can try.
[He draws a hand away, reaching for Lance's thigh instead, pulling it apart from the other -- forcing his legs to part some bit. Blunt nails rake the underside of that very leg.]
no subject
still, it's kind of hard to focus when every movement keith makes has his breath rattling in his chest. ]
I could give you a handjob.
[ he'd start ticking these things off his hand if he weren't so busy holding himself steady with his hands flattened against keith's crotch and lower stomach. his thigh parts obligingly, leg trembling somewhat when he realizes just how sensitive the underside of his thighs can actually be. ]
O-Or I could suck you off...
[ where was he? he's getting a bit lost now. one hand's begun pawing at the fastenings of keith's pants, urged by the idle roll of his hips. ]
Um.
no subject
Well, Lance is already 100% naked so they cleared that hurdle some time ago.]
Is that all?
[More wiggling, just to shove his pants down a bit further as his hand returns to more pertinent matters, knuckles pacing his jaw.]
If you're too tired for anything else, we don't have to do this...
[Though his offer is less out of sincere concern for anything like that and, of course, more of a challenge.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
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)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)