[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.]
[ lance blinks once in mute surprise, not even realizing keitrh has just disrobed till the sensation of warm skin beneath his rear processes in his mind. the rest he's still struggling to digest; that mock-concerned tone, the almost patronizing sweep of his jaw. the complete and utter lack of embarrassment.
why's he the only one feeling nervous about this huh??!?
his teeth snap at the knuckles along his jaw, not actually getting any, but close enough. ]
Who's tired?
[ literally lance, who'd been bent over gasping for breath just half an hour ago. but whatever. as if to prove his point, he makes a grab for keith's dick, curling his hand around him firmly, with purpose. ]
I could ride you too! I could ride you all night long!!
[Keith's lowkey furthering his pants down his legs, kicking them off when he can, nonchalant, enjoying his time with Lance...
Then he tries to bite like a wild jungle creature, grabs his dick like it's a lever. Keith's wide-eyed, concerned -- momentarily.]
Calm down-!
[He was preparing to flick Lance right on the nose, but he'll seize his chin between his thumb and middle, fore too. The pressure of his fingertips pushing his cheeks forward, squashing his lips a tiny bit. It's a firm motion accompanied by a tender lil kiss, leaning up on an elbow to seal their lips together. His dick pulses to full length in the meantime, having deflated slightly during intermission there.]
[ well. now that he's been given full control over the situation, he kind of doesn't know what to do. stutters around his bravado, that flare up of adrenaline and competitiveness. ]
W-Well I mean, I'm.. I'm not the only one involved in this you know...!
[ don't put the steering wheel in lance's hands, he's busy... ]
[He's...had experience being effed before. He remembers the steps...mostly. His hand hasn't been greased up, but it shifts from his leg to, well, his taint. It's an abrupt shift....sound familiar? Hmm. In any case, maybe Lance would feel more secure properly bottoming?]
[ he jerks upright over keith's lap, head nearly tossing back from how stiff he gets (and not in the good way, heh)... fortunate that rather than clamp his hand down around keith, he flings it off instead, as if burned. though this is just so both hands can come around and slap over his butt, just in time to glare down at his partner. ]
[He's laughing...chuckling just a bit...Lance..you newb...you novice.]
I wasn't pushing in.
[It's nice, being on the giving end -- hypothetically. Being penetrated is a scary thing, he should be more considerate. For now, his hand retreats, rubbing at his thigh instead.]
[ he pouts petulantly... but it definitely isn't as potent, given how cute keith is when he laughs. jerk. ]
You were thinking about it...
[ his cheeks are red, flustered and embarrassed. it's why he turns when he reaches for the oil, not out of necessity, but out of self-preservation. as if keith wouldn't have already seen his flushed face, but you know...
he manages to reach for it without removing himself from keith's lap at all, because he's flexible as heck like that, and by the time he comes back with the vial held up between them, he's a little more composed. ]
[While kissing what he can of Lance; his side, ribs. He probably had it on his mind, but it's not like he'd try to cram a finger up there without the right precautions. He pulls away once Lance has successfully retrieved the lubrication, smiling sheepishly up at him.]
I'm not gonna hurt you -- but we don't even have to do this if you're worried.
[Worried in general, that is. Penetration's a big deal. People say things when they're excited about stuff...
While he's deciding, he'll take that lube, apply a squeeze to his palm.]
[ lance has quieted since passing over the oil, watching carefully (yet distractedly) as keith goes about the motions with it. ]
I'm not worried, [ he mumbles after a moment, almost defiant, but 100% sincere. ] I'm just... you know. [ he shifts a little. ] Nervous.
[ what if he doesn't like it? what if keith doesn't like it? what if he likes it so much he comes in less than a minute and ruins the experience for everybody? 99.9% of the time lance prefers not to overthink things (or think at all), because more often than not once he lets his brain go, it won't stop.
he tries to channel keith's bravery the last time. the guy didn't even have any frame of reference for it at all, and he still went through with it... lance just needs to relax.
so he tries to, letting out a deep, long breath. he settles his hands over keith's shoulders, shifting on his knees to draw a little closer. ]
Could you, um. K-Kiss me? While you do it...
[ he thinks the distraction will help, certainly, but more than that he just really wants a familiar form of affection to ease him through it ;w; hewp ]
[With a little grin; sheepish, not cocky. He has only done this once, and he's been on the opposite end. He's spreading the oil between his fingers, between his hands eventually.
The similarly timid request has him leaning in, as if to let their lips meet, but refrains from going so far.]
I was going to do more than that...
[Because the most important part of being prepared and eventually penetrated was having something else as a distraction -- or to accompany it. Like how Thanksgiving dinner would be nothing without the potatoes, corn, stuffing...take your pick. Slicked fingers reach forward, circling Lance's erection, letting it settle in his palm for all of a moment. He's swift in pumping him. His grip's lax, gradual in intensity. His mouth lingers mere inches from his partner's, leaving that meeting up to him.]
lance's resulting whimper is sharp, but as to what truly caused it, it's up in the air: the sudden hold around his length is both cold and hot, a sudden, intense reminder of his own arousal (which had admittedly faded in his flare of anxiety, but is now redoubled thanks to keith's earnest efforts); or maybe it's how keith hovers just millimeters from his lips, a literal breath away, and doing absolutely nothing about it. lance is at once enraged and enticed. ]
Jerk...
[ his hands tighten over pale shoulders like he wants to bruise them, or yank them forward. in the end, he falls forward, a clumsy surge of both hips and head. their lips collide together clumsily, teeth clacking a bit, before he thinks to draw keith's lower lip in between his own. he sucks, he nips, his eyes squeeze shut. warmth is spreading all around his body again, making his thighs tremble. ]
[Lance surges forward and makes it all the more difficult to beat him off; kind of okay, in the sense of that never meaning to be the main source of pleasure, but it makes the whole diversion game a bit more difficult. That's what he's thinking of rather than his broken shoulders...
He'd also deny being a jerk (crafty, maybe), but he's entrapped in a kiss and his lower lip's been captured and he's not inclined to resist for the sake of an argument...not right now.
Shocking, notify the press. Solid development.
His other hand crosses around back; it seems like a good idea at the moment, treading the split, forefinger and middle leading the way, smearing a bit of oil on his butt en route. His tongue flicks out against Lance's upper lip, timed with some slight probing, fingertip barely pushing past that taught entrance at all.
[ his eyes squeeze shut even tighter, totally not relaxing like he should. he's all too aware of the fingers idly stroking behind him, his lowkey freaking out gradually turning into something more highkey.
he practically trips into a new kiss, lips forming a seal around that offered tongue, trying to make his attention fall entirely on sucking on it, on battling it with his own tongue.
still, he tries not to be such a big baby about this, tentatively rocking back against those wandering fingers. FIND HIS CENTER... CHANNEL HIS ZEN... ]
[He's peeking, where his eyes would normally be closed; he's gotta gauge a reaction somehow, especially where he's not making a peep. He looks tense, unsure -- which is fair, but if he's freaking out the whole thing's won't take off. His body's weighing back on his hand, which naturally causes the very tip of his index finger to pop inside.]
Hey, [Drawing his tongue, lips back abruptly. The heel of his palm runs along the underside of his cock, squeezing appropriately at the base.] stop thinking about it, just stay still.
[Not...good advice, as per typical Keith tipz. Advice all the same.]
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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....]
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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... ]
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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.
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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...
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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.
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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?
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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.]
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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?
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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why's he the only one feeling nervous about this huh??!?
his teeth snap at the knuckles along his jaw, not actually getting any, but close enough. ]
Who's tired?
[ literally lance, who'd been bent over gasping for breath just half an hour ago. but whatever. as if to prove his point, he makes a grab for keith's dick, curling his hand around him firmly, with purpose. ]
I could ride you too! I could ride you all night long!!
[ ah. ]
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Then he tries to bite like a wild jungle creature, grabs his dick like it's a lever. Keith's wide-eyed, concerned -- momentarily.]
Calm down-!
[He was preparing to flick Lance right on the nose, but he'll seize his chin between his thumb and middle, fore too. The pressure of his fingertips pushing his cheeks forward, squashing his lips a tiny bit. It's a firm motion accompanied by a tender lil kiss, leaning up on an elbow to seal their lips together. His dick pulses to full length in the meantime, having deflated slightly during intermission there.]
If you wanna do that, that's what we'll do.
[Reverse psychology somethin fierce.]
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W-Well I mean, I'm.. I'm not the only one involved in this you know...!
[ don't put the steering wheel in lance's hands, he's busy... ]
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Should I get on top?
[He's...had experience being effed before. He remembers the steps...mostly. His hand hasn't been greased up, but it shifts from his leg to, well, his taint. It's an abrupt shift....sound familiar? Hmm. In any case, maybe Lance would feel more secure properly bottoming?]
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[ he jerks upright over keith's lap, head nearly tossing back from how stiff he gets (and not in the good way, heh)... fortunate that rather than clamp his hand down around keith, he flings it off instead, as if burned. though this is just so both hands can come around and slap over his butt, just in time to glare down at his partner. ]
You haven't lubed up yet!
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I wasn't pushing in.
[It's nice, being on the giving end -- hypothetically. Being penetrated is a scary thing, he should be more considerate. For now, his hand retreats, rubbing at his thigh instead.]
Can you reach the oil?
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You were thinking about it...
[ his cheeks are red, flustered and embarrassed. it's why he turns when he reaches for the oil, not out of necessity, but out of self-preservation. as if keith wouldn't have already seen his flushed face, but you know...
he manages to reach for it without removing himself from keith's lap at all, because he's flexible as heck like that, and by the time he comes back with the vial held up between them, he's a little more composed. ]
You have to be gentle at first, okay?
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[While kissing what he can of Lance; his side, ribs. He probably had it on his mind, but it's not like he'd try to cram a finger up there without the right precautions. He pulls away once Lance has successfully retrieved the lubrication, smiling sheepishly up at him.]
I'm not gonna hurt you -- but we don't even have to do this if you're worried.
[Worried in general, that is. Penetration's a big deal. People say things when they're excited about stuff...
While he's deciding, he'll take that lube, apply a squeeze to his palm.]
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I'm not worried, [ he mumbles after a moment, almost defiant, but 100% sincere. ] I'm just... you know. [ he shifts a little. ] Nervous.
[ what if he doesn't like it? what if keith doesn't like it? what if he likes it so much he comes in less than a minute and ruins the experience for everybody? 99.9% of the time lance prefers not to overthink things (or think at all), because more often than not once he lets his brain go, it won't stop.
he tries to channel keith's bravery the last time. the guy didn't even have any frame of reference for it at all, and he still went through with it... lance just needs to relax.
so he tries to, letting out a deep, long breath. he settles his hands over keith's shoulders, shifting on his knees to draw a little closer. ]
Could you, um. K-Kiss me? While you do it...
[ he thinks the distraction will help, certainly, but more than that he just really wants a familiar form of affection to ease him through it ;w; hewp ]
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[With a little grin; sheepish, not cocky. He has only done this once, and he's been on the opposite end. He's spreading the oil between his fingers, between his hands eventually.
The similarly timid request has him leaning in, as if to let their lips meet, but refrains from going so far.]
I was going to do more than that...
[Because the most important part of being prepared and eventually penetrated was having something else as a distraction -- or to accompany it. Like how Thanksgiving dinner would be nothing without the potatoes, corn, stuffing...take your pick. Slicked fingers reach forward, circling Lance's erection, letting it settle in his palm for all of a moment. He's swift in pumping him. His grip's lax, gradual in intensity. His mouth lingers mere inches from his partner's, leaving that meeting up to him.]
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lance's resulting whimper is sharp, but as to what truly caused it, it's up in the air: the sudden hold around his length is both cold and hot, a sudden, intense reminder of his own arousal (which had admittedly faded in his flare of anxiety, but is now redoubled thanks to keith's earnest efforts); or maybe it's how keith hovers just millimeters from his lips, a literal breath away, and doing absolutely nothing about it. lance is at once enraged and enticed. ]
Jerk...
[ his hands tighten over pale shoulders like he wants to bruise them, or yank them forward. in the end, he falls forward, a clumsy surge of both hips and head. their lips collide together clumsily, teeth clacking a bit, before he thinks to draw keith's lower lip in between his own. he sucks, he nips, his eyes squeeze shut. warmth is spreading all around his body again, making his thighs tremble. ]
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He'd also deny being a jerk (crafty, maybe), but he's entrapped in a kiss and his lower lip's been captured and he's not inclined to resist for the sake of an argument...not right now.
Shocking, notify the press. Solid development.
His other hand crosses around back; it seems like a good idea at the moment, treading the split, forefinger and middle leading the way, smearing a bit of oil on his butt en route. His tongue flicks out against Lance's upper lip, timed with some slight probing, fingertip barely pushing past that taught entrance at all.
Bapey steps...]
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he practically trips into a new kiss, lips forming a seal around that offered tongue, trying to make his attention fall entirely on sucking on it, on battling it with his own tongue.
still, he tries not to be such a big baby about this, tentatively rocking back against those wandering fingers. FIND HIS CENTER... CHANNEL HIS ZEN... ]
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Hey, [Drawing his tongue, lips back abruptly. The heel of his palm runs along the underside of his cock, squeezing appropriately at the base.] stop thinking about it, just stay still.
[Not...good advice, as per typical Keith tipz. Advice all the same.]
I'm not gonna hurt you.
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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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