[ 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.]
[ with no tongue and teeth and lips to distract himself with, lance feels suddenly bereft, even more vulnerable and exposed than before. never mind that both he and keith are now equal levels of naked, but there is the fact he's, you know, literally opening himself up to the other that he cannot quite shake out of his head. ]
I know, I know I know—
[ he lets out a deep, shuddering breath, trying to just. relax. he closes his eyes, leaning his head forward to press against keith's own. bites down on his bottom lip to rut clumsily against keith's other hand, trying to create more sensation on his dick than the other side of him, just to drag his attention elsewhere. ]
Just — keep touching me, please.
[ he's scared, that much is obvious, but more than that he is determined. he whimpers once, rocking down into the heel of keith's palm, twitching in his hand. ]
[His grip remains firm -- distracting, hopefully, jerking him while purchasing skin with teeth; more distractions, sharp and demanding. The finger slipping into him should be the least of his concerns. It's happening, slowly but surely. The depth stops a his second knuckle, a middle bent and threatening to join the first...not something he'll proceed to do until he's distinguished some sort of response. He's sure he's doing this right, it's just a matter of Lance's tolerance for it, he supposes. Whether or not he's into it...but being open to the idea's gotta be half of it.
What does he know, he'd been a virgin up until recently.]
Kiss me.
[More distractions, incitement? It's a gruff demand lacking genuine impatience, he's feigning it on purpose.]
[ he almost doesn't hear keith then, caught up in chasing down the pleasure he affords him with that fist. so his lips are clumsy, a little off-center when he finally finds keith's own, but they're no less passionate. he is acutely aware of that second pressure tentatively trying to join the other, and while that in itself hadn't been too bad — no, not bad at all, see, calm down — it still takes him a second or two to will his body to relax.
it's still, ultimately, a strange feeling. not bad, not at all, but not necessarily good either. at least not yet? it's just a feeling, a weird sensation of pressure and being filled, or at least getting there, and it doesn't hurt like he thought it would. it just feels odd. different, but the kind of different he thinks he could get used to.
it isn't until he starts experimentally shifting back into keith's hand, drawing in more than just the second knuckle. isn't until keith's thumb brushes against the sensitive skin between there his fingers are and where his other hand rests that lance feels a jolt of sensation race up his spine and his lips snap away from keith's in a sharp gasp. ]
[Lance settles further into his fingers and he presents very little in the way of preventing him. He was gearing up to add another, but he won't rush him into something when he's...acclimating at his own pace. His fist treads the length of his dick several times meanwhile, lips smear along his throat as soon as they're free to do so.]
You alright?
[Softly, with a kiss to his collar bone. He'll curl his finger back some, then extend it within him; it's not a toight fit -- just snug, warm. He's not worried.]
[ he sucks in another breath, feeling his spine straighten when keith moves his finger inside him. his head starts to bob, almost frantically. ]
Y-Yeah — good, I'm good, just.
[ he bites down on the inside of his cheek, tentatively rolling his hips back onto keith's waiting fingers. he makes a soft sound, almost a whimper, fingers tightening over the other's shoulders where he's rested them. ]
[In some ways, Lance seems looser than he'd been; not literally, but literally in another sense? Leaning against that digit, verbally requesting something more. A soft little kiss finds the side of his neck as that additional finger bumps and slips past that ring to join his first, slowly but surely, no bending or twisting. He's reluctant to pause at his second knuckle here -- Lance seemed to want more even before that request.
So he pushes further in -- getting more snug, but it's not like his fingers are losing circulation? It's taught but fine.]
How's that?
[He's stopped pumping him by then, though the grip remains. His two fingers separate slightly, the start of a scissor-like motion.]
[ it had been lance's hope that pushing through it and giving into his impatience would actually elevate his pleasure &madsh; and he's relieved to find that he was right. without the time to really get bogged down by his worries, lance instead finds himself overwhelmed by just the sensations of it all, and so keith's question is addressed with a sharp moan and a hasty bob of lance's head. he allows himself just a few more moments to get used to that feeling, not just filled but stretched, and once he realizes it doesn't really hurt anymore, he's shifting in his spot, letting his lips rest against the shell of keith's ear. ]
[Even after that verbal affirmation -- everything's fine, onto step three, he's still scissoring his fingers within him. He's a bit quicker about it, more bend finds his knuckles and such. Just to be certain...maybe to elicit additional noises. Probably, a lesser part of himself's aiming for that...but it's hot, having him all bent out of shape like that in his palm.]
Alright. [With an eventual kiss to his sternum, he'll draw his fingers back, flex a thumb against his taint and then move to add more oil to his fingers -- not to say it's all vanished. It's mineral oil, but he's taking extra precautions to not incite even the smallest measure of pain.
So he tends to himself, lubing himself from tip to base, eyes focused on Lance all the while with a bite pressed to his lower lip.]
[ fingers gone and lance is given a small moment of reprieve. it's weird how even weirder he feels without the pressure there, eliciting all those embarrassing sounds and squirms from him, but he feels mildly winded and empty without it, so he's left just watching keith, his gaze dropping down to eye that lip every now and then.
vaguely, he is aware of movement just behind him, evident too in the slick sounds that fill the room. he swallows a thick knot in his throat, slowly rocking back along keith's hips to press right up against the very tip of him, though he does little more than rub himself there, testing. call it payback for all that extra scissoring.
in any case, he's drawing a hand up to palm the side of keith's face, thumbing along that lower lip to work it loose from between his teeth. ]
That's my job, [ he'll say, cheekily, because he's about to have a dick in his butt in like .03 seconds, so he kind of wants to have the last word or something, and then he's leaning down to lick along that poor, abused lip before drawing it between his own and doing the same. ]
[He'll provide a squeeze back there, urging him closer, lifting slightly from the bed; there's little reason for him to do so as Lance's providing friction and weight, but he's a little impatient, suddenly desperate. He's bumping up against him, thinks he's teasing that hole but is, in turn, being teased. There's an audible exhale as soon as his lower lip's been free from that abuse, redder and slightly swollen, not entirely sure what Lance is on about until it's properly seized by his teeth (something he initially thought would be a kiss, but this is fine too).
Precum continuously permeates out, glossing over his head, dripping unevenly over that swollen cap as he tries to pierce him, hands-free; it's not really working out, and a hand hastily reaches in from behind once more, this time as a guide. He'd ask Lance if he were ready, if he could. He'll take a few things for granted in lifting up from the bed just a bit, trying to pop himself into a too-small hole.
[ slow and steady wins the race... except lance feels like if he keeps waiting, he'll burst, or maybe actually die or something. the last thing he wants to do is lose his nerve, already as far into this as they are, and he wants this, he does, he just knows he has to get through this mildly terrifying part first and he can't do that if keith's going to continue to be as considerate as he is.
cue lance just gritting his teeth and forcing his hips down around keith's length, all in one fell swoop. the good news is it's a fairly smooth transition, helped by all that mineral oil. the bad news is it's so sudden and swift that it knocks the wind right out of lance's lungs, and his mouth falls open in soundless shock and pleasure. it feels good, even if it's a weird kind of good, but there goes all strength he had in his legs, rip, goodbye forever. ]
[There's a soft gasp, a hand moves to grip uselessly between his shoulderblades, hips shifting a bit -- trying to advance without it being too much for either of him, even as he's already feeling overwhelmed. He wasn't sure how to prepare himself for the rush of friction, being squeezed so soundly by him without it being painful.]
Lance. [He's level with his throat, thinks to attack it with pursed lips -- if only he weren't totally breathless. He also thinks to topple them and enter him 'properly' -- impatiently, but he refrains from that just as well.
At least he's enjoying this. He murmurs the boy's name again, drags his fingers down his back, mostly trying to do very little aside from squirming in place in an effort to help. This is all supposed to be Lance, after all. Lance taking it at his own pace...]
[ currently, lance's "pace" is a whole lot of nothing. the anti-pace, if you will, since he's done nothing since his descent but lean heavily against keith, head pillowed between his neck and shoulder, his own shoulders the only part of him that's moving with each heavy, uneven breath.
outwardly, at least. all around keith, he should feel it — how lance twitches and pulses around him, erratic shifts between tight and too-tight. shakily, he lifts a hand to keith's shoulder. one first, then the other. somehow summons the strength to push himself up and slowly draw back to meet his partner's eyes. his face is flushed brightly, and he's already slick with sweat. ]
Keith... Holy crow... Why didn't you say it felt this good?
[ and then he's biting down on a lip, slowly starting to rock his hips forward and back. ]
[He's pulsing inside of him -- at least, it feels that way. A product of being squeezed in such a dubious way. It's a staggering in a funny way; while Lance has been inside of him before, he's yet to pierce anyone, especially Lance. He should...lie down. He probably needs to lie down, but he won't.]
I -- haah, [Don't make him answer when you're doing that thing with your butt. His fingers knead along his back, not scratching or pressing in, but pawing along...] I'm not good at explaining-?!
[All he can sneak out before Lance goes mobile. His hips roll forward in response, meeting him halfway with a flurry of audible, pleased gasps.]
All you — [ pant pant ] — had to say was — [ quiet moan ] — oh, Lance, it feels so good..!
[ the slight pitching of his voice may or may not have been intentional. either way, it's definitely genuine enough that it makes it a little less weird that he'd just called out his own name there, but you know what he means. at least he stops talking right after, quelling another moan behind his teeth as he bites down on a lip. his hands are gripping keith's shoulders tightly, using that mostly for leverage as his rocking becomes a lot more fervent and eager.
in due time, his hands switch from clawing to pushing, the friction so good that it's suddenly not enough, and so next he is shoving keith down onto the bed, which allows him enough room to rock onto his knees, and from there he begins to draw up and down along the length of keith's dick, though his strength hasn't fully returned yet that he can't help but slam down with each descent. it makes for a pretty lewd sound, but like they haven't sounded lewd before... ]
[He's got half a second to call him on his bs, tell him to stop making things weird in moaning about himself, but half a second isn't enough; Lance picks up the pace and he's audibly hissing back some rogue vowels; a hand grips at his boyfriend's ass for all of five seconds, only because Keith's surprisingly pliant, tipping over with no opposition whatsoever.
Which works in his favor, really. Less straining on his end. He arches to meet him several times nevertheless, groaning, palming and gripping at his bedsheets. Lifting quickly devolves into lazy squirming -- lazy only because his partner found himself a advantageous pace. With one less thing to worry about...
Once upon an assgrab shifts between Lance's legs, gripping onto his dick -- only holding it for a moment. Holding, squeezing, pumping eventually. He is still clawing at the sheets with his opposite, can't mix these two motions up.]
[ one day he'll succeed in getting keith to dirty talk at him, but he's content to let that day not be today. he's a little caught up in other things, after all, such as the hand suddenly wrapped around his dick, or the pressure continuing to rub delicious friction deep inside him. he hisses at the initial touch, as if burned, but the way his blunt fingernails claw along the flat of keith's stomach suggests that pain is the exact opposite of what he's feeling. his body ruts desperately between the sensations, rocking up into that hand only to slam back down over narrow hips. he picks up a strange, erratic rhythm, matched only by his uneven breaths. ]
Keith, [ he answers instinctively, ] oh my god— I'm —
[ honestly, how was he expected to last? he's been keyed up since first kiss, if we're being honest, and all that prepping and anticipation has finally culminated in his release. it's signaled by a sharp shout, a desperate final thrust into keith's fist, and he spills all over the other boy, unable to help himself even a little bit. ]
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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 know, I know I know—
[ he lets out a deep, shuddering breath, trying to just. relax. he closes his eyes, leaning his head forward to press against keith's own. bites down on his bottom lip to rut clumsily against keith's other hand, trying to create more sensation on his dick than the other side of him, just to drag his attention elsewhere. ]
Just — keep touching me, please.
[ he's scared, that much is obvious, but more than that he is determined. he whimpers once, rocking down into the heel of keith's palm, twitching in his hand. ]
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What does he know, he'd been a virgin up until recently.]
Kiss me.
[More distractions, incitement? It's a gruff demand lacking genuine impatience, he's feigning it on purpose.]
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it's still, ultimately, a strange feeling. not bad, not at all, but not necessarily good either. at least not yet? it's just a feeling, a weird sensation of pressure and being filled, or at least getting there, and it doesn't hurt like he thought it would. it just feels odd. different, but the kind of different he thinks he could get used to.
it isn't until he starts experimentally shifting back into keith's hand, drawing in more than just the second knuckle. isn't until keith's thumb brushes against the sensitive skin between there his fingers are and where his other hand rests that lance feels a jolt of sensation race up his spine and his lips snap away from keith's in a sharp gasp. ]
Oh.
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You alright?
[Softly, with a kiss to his collar bone. He'll curl his finger back some, then extend it within him; it's not a toight fit -- just snug, warm. He's not worried.]
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Y-Yeah — good, I'm good, just.
[ he bites down on the inside of his cheek, tentatively rolling his hips back onto keith's waiting fingers. he makes a soft sound, almost a whimper, fingers tightening over the other's shoulders where he's rested them. ]
More, Keith, I think — give me more—
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So he pushes further in -- getting more snug, but it's not like his fingers are losing circulation? It's taught but fine.]
How's that?
[He's stopped pumping him by then, though the grip remains. His two fingers separate slightly, the start of a scissor-like motion.]
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Okay, I think you... I think I'm ready.
[ if. yanno. you still wanted to. ]
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Alright. [With an eventual kiss to his sternum, he'll draw his fingers back, flex a thumb against his taint and then move to add more oil to his fingers -- not to say it's all vanished. It's mineral oil, but he's taking extra precautions to not incite even the smallest measure of pain.
So he tends to himself, lubing himself from tip to base, eyes focused on Lance all the while with a bite pressed to his lower lip.]
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vaguely, he is aware of movement just behind him, evident too in the slick sounds that fill the room. he swallows a thick knot in his throat, slowly rocking back along keith's hips to press right up against the very tip of him, though he does little more than rub himself there, testing. call it payback for all that extra scissoring.
in any case, he's drawing a hand up to palm the side of keith's face, thumbing along that lower lip to work it loose from between his teeth. ]
That's my job, [ he'll say, cheekily, because he's about to have a dick in his butt in like .03 seconds, so he kind of wants to have the last word or something, and then he's leaning down to lick along that poor, abused lip before drawing it between his own and doing the same. ]
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Precum continuously permeates out, glossing over his head, dripping unevenly over that swollen cap as he tries to pierce him, hands-free; it's not really working out, and a hand hastily reaches in from behind once more, this time as a guide. He'd ask Lance if he were ready, if he could. He'll take a few things for granted in lifting up from the bed just a bit, trying to pop himself into a too-small hole.
Now we wait....]
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cue lance just gritting his teeth and forcing his hips down around keith's length, all in one fell swoop. the good news is it's a fairly smooth transition, helped by all that mineral oil. the bad news is it's so sudden and swift that it knocks the wind right out of lance's lungs, and his mouth falls open in soundless shock and pleasure. it feels good, even if it's a weird kind of good, but there goes all strength he had in his legs, rip, goodbye forever. ]
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Lance. [He's level with his throat, thinks to attack it with pursed lips -- if only he weren't totally breathless. He also thinks to topple them and enter him 'properly' -- impatiently, but he refrains from that just as well.
At least he's enjoying this. He murmurs the boy's name again, drags his fingers down his back, mostly trying to do very little aside from squirming in place in an effort to help. This is all supposed to be Lance, after all. Lance taking it at his own pace...]
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outwardly, at least. all around keith, he should feel it — how lance twitches and pulses around him, erratic shifts between tight and too-tight. shakily, he lifts a hand to keith's shoulder. one first, then the other. somehow summons the strength to push himself up and slowly draw back to meet his partner's eyes. his face is flushed brightly, and he's already slick with sweat. ]
Keith... Holy crow... Why didn't you say it felt this good?
[ and then he's biting down on a lip, slowly starting to rock his hips forward and back. ]
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I -- haah, [Don't make him answer when you're doing that thing with your butt. His fingers knead along his back, not scratching or pressing in, but pawing along...] I'm not good at explaining-?!
[All he can sneak out before Lance goes mobile. His hips roll forward in response, meeting him halfway with a flurry of audible, pleased gasps.]
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[ the slight pitching of his voice may or may not have been intentional. either way, it's definitely genuine enough that it makes it a little less weird that he'd just called out his own name there, but you know what he means. at least he stops talking right after, quelling another moan behind his teeth as he bites down on a lip. his hands are gripping keith's shoulders tightly, using that mostly for leverage as his rocking becomes a lot more fervent and eager.
in due time, his hands switch from clawing to pushing, the friction so good that it's suddenly not enough, and so next he is shoving keith down onto the bed, which allows him enough room to rock onto his knees, and from there he begins to draw up and down along the length of keith's dick, though his strength hasn't fully returned yet that he can't help but slam down with each descent. it makes for a pretty lewd sound, but like they haven't sounded lewd before... ]
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Which works in his favor, really. Less straining on his end. He arches to meet him several times nevertheless, groaning, palming and gripping at his bedsheets. Lifting quickly devolves into lazy squirming -- lazy only because his partner found himself a advantageous pace. With one less thing to worry about...
Once upon an assgrab shifts between Lance's legs, gripping onto his dick -- only holding it for a moment. Holding, squeezing, pumping eventually. He is still clawing at the sheets with his opposite, can't mix these two motions up.]
Lance.
[--it's a start, likely all it will be.]
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Keith, [ he answers instinctively, ] oh my god— I'm —
[ honestly, how was he expected to last? he's been keyed up since first kiss, if we're being honest, and all that prepping and anticipation has finally culminated in his release. it's signaled by a sharp shout, a desperate final thrust into keith's fist, and he spills all over the other boy, unable to help himself even a little bit. ]
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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
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