[He's pumping a bit faster at the urgency of his words and even as he's climaxing, it's become something of a habit to continue stroking him. His palm slackens up upon the firs string of warmth, but he's still stroking him, chewing the inside of his cheek, mentally staving off his own release for some reason; well, for one, it seems inappropriate to drill him insatiably while he's enduring a release.
Still within him, he'll sit up eventually, wind both arms around his middle and pepper his throat, jaw with kisses leading to his lips in tender appreciation...without trying to inhibit his breathing. It occurs to him that he should probably...pull out, but he'll remain until Lance starts complaining.
Which would be sooner rather than later, he expects.]
[ feeling incredibly winded, incredibly spent, lance doesn't even notice the world around him shift slightly until some of those butterfly kisses make it through the thick fog of post-coital bliss. his lashes flutter open, head pounding slightly in his dizziness.
his own arms have wound around keith's shoulders, using them as both leverage and a stabilizer, keeping him grounded despite how low and floaty he feels. for a couple of minutes, he is content as he is, leaning heavily against keith and letting his heated skin get kissed on, but eventually he realizes the light nagging in the back of his mind has manifested into a dull pulsing deep inside him
and only then does he realizes that amidst all his own throes of passion back there, keith himself hadn't actually experienced his.
he leans back then, meeting the other boy's eyes briefly. then he's slowly leaning back, down down down till he's forcing them both on the bed again, only this time he's nestled snug beneath keith. wordlessly, he shifts his legs around till they're wrapped around keith's waist, and with a little bit of a pull, he draws himself along the length of him again. ]
C'mon... You should finish too.
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i'm thrilled that they're finally having this problem
[Just watching him climax should be enough -- it's usually enough. It isn't like it's lost its appeal any either, but there he is, stiff and plugging Lance without even intending on holding out on him. He's quiet all the while, running his hands along Lance's side (smudging one a bit with come by accident, oopz) as he begins shifting, not entirely sure of his gameplan...
And then they've reversed positions; Keith's suddenly not sure about this. Whenever he's climaxed, he's not so ready for round two. Not immediately. It's just a theory, but his donger's gotta start feeling uncomfortable..and not only just because he's gone idle with the exception of Lance moving against him.]
Lance, no. [While nudging at a thigh.] I'll finish up on the outside.
[If that even...makes sense. Just because he hasn't climaxed doesn't mean his brain's not functioning at minimal capacity.]
[ it takes all of five seconds for keith's words to fully process.
and once they do, lance is propping himself up on his elbows, legs loosening around keith's waist so he can plant his feet on either side of the other boy. perfect leverage for levelling a look of utter incredulity at his partner. ]
[He sinks forward at the first sign of trouble, elbows extending to press into the mattress at either side of his head.]
I -- no! I like it, I like your butt.
[He's starting to move his hips a bit, pressing into him, tugging out just a bit, suddenly hyperconcious about falling out of him even in his concern. Now he's gotta prove the contrary while fretting.]
I just don't wanna hurt you, calm down.
[Smearing affection down his cheek, eventually reaching his lips in form of a slight nibble, distracted, trying to pickup a renewed pace but his legs are poised for birthing and it feels odd not having that two-second stability from before.]
[ that's his instinctive response anyway. part truth, but also part pride, because he's not delicate, keith, geez. sure, he's sore, but who wouldn't be, and that's something he'll get over after a nice hot bath anyway. he's certain it would take him much longer to get over not helping his own boyfriend have a good time on his own dang birthday.
however... ]
But — if you don't want to keep doing it this way, that's. That's fine too. [ maybe it's weird for him. maybe he hadn't been enjoying it as much as lance thought. maybe he took too long to get adjusted, and the moment's died out. maybe lance had been too selfish. ]
[Okay, he's not hurt -- he won't press it. He'll just continue thrusting into him, swallowing hard as Lance tries to reassure him -- offer different means. He only moves in trying to reach his leg with one hand, only getting as far as to tap his thigh, somehow motion to urge it around his waist, nonverbally. He's trying to rediscover his groove, trying...]
Lance. [Sharply, but soft all the same. He'll proceed to kiss him, hard, trying to push all of that self-consciousness aside with it -- because that's exactly what it sounds like to him. This is fine, it's working, he just..managed to extensively (so it feels) beat him to the punch.]
Keith, [ he means to antagonize back, but the word kind of cuts off prematurely into a hissing gasp, body remembering the feel of that strange friction again. he shifts beneath the other out of reflex, finding a better angle that works for him. that leg lifts and winds around keith again, high up along his back. somewhat placated, he allows himself to lean back again, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's neck to make their kisses a little easier, less strain on both their necks. despite the little hiccup there, it doesn't take too too long for lance to feel all warm and worked up again, finding a familiar rhythm in the shifting and press of their lips and tongue. ]
[He's wound up again, grunting softly, striking him on the inside. His hair falls forward some, likely brushing Lance's face, cheek -- whatever. He's retaining that closeness, listening for any little noise of complaint, any involuntary protest as a result of his persistence. He'll murmur Lance's name once more, tilt his head back just a bit.]
I-I'm close..!
[He'd already been wound up, it was just a minor blip. One of the more mild setbacks they've had...thinking back to their very first time like this. The grunting becomes more lilting -- sharper...]
[ lance feels his heart leap into his throat, honestly as eager for keith's release as the boy himself is (perhaps even more). sure, the setback had been minor, but there had still been a moment of uncertainty, insecurity, and even though that's been mostly smoothed over now, lance still cannot help but crave the validation that comes with, well. keith coming.
so when he feels the other boy begin to pick up his pace, his own breathes growing erratic, lance's legs wrap firmly around keith's waist again, encouraging his hips to drive down harder, deeper, ducking his head to muffle his moans against keith's ear. ]
[He'll grip a fistful of bedsheet, groaning unreservedly while filling Lance all the more -- this time with that warm liquid. When he retreats, he's still leaking some; a premature kickback to provide Lance with some faster relief, though he immediately regrets it, inwardly mourns the confines of...well, being inside of him. Some come smears along his thigh, groin, not a whole lot, but it's something he could probably feel. Even as Keith leans in for more kisses, breathing gruffly, unevenly, belatedly appreciating the sounds he'd been making, though drawing a connection between the two would be difficult.
He's just a sloppy affectionate mess now anyway.]
That was, [He begins, searching his face groggy with adoration.] nice.
Nice, [ he repeats, shifting beneath him. ] Yeah, sure. [ it's definitely more than nice; lance has got the messy butt to prove it. but with that in mind, he doesn't feel the need to press for more. insecurities suitably mollified for the moment, he will instead direct his attention to the mess they've made.
he can't help but look incredibly pleased with himself. ]
[Slowly but surely, he's toppling onto his side, only to avoid fullbody squashing Lance beneath him. All of his limbs have become mush -- standard proceedings.]
Thanks. [Still breathing unevenly, he'll reach forward to brush some hair from his forehead.] It...it was perfect.
[Easy to be mushy when your boy's looking extra-extra handsome.]
[ lance rolls onto his side to face keith, face flushed and hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks with sweat. he looks and feels utterly spent, but his heart hasn't really calmed from its high yet, meaning his grin splits wide across his cheeks without any reservation. ]
Really?
[ he closes his eyes, letting out a heavy breath. then he's curling an arm around keith's waist, tucking their bodies closer together. ]
[He brings an arm around Lance's waist, purposely low. He's gently kneading a buttcheek, mildly concerned even now, but it should be fine. Lance would never overlook even the slightest opportunity to complain.]
[ he makes a bit of a face, squirming under keith's ministrations. it doesn't hurt, it actually just vaguely tickles, but it does coax him to scoot up even closer. leg sandwiches between his like a pillow. ]
Didn't you know, babe? Everything's about me. Even your own birthday.
[ tipping his head up, he drops a kiss to the middle of keith's brow, also covered in hair and sweat. ]
[Looking up post-kiss, appearing mostly-amused and yet vaguely unimpressed as per the Keep Lance Humble rule. His hand goes still in the meantime, supporting his butt like it's a necessity.
He thinks it might be, considering.]
Does it hurt?
[He oughta know, having experienced it himself and survived just fine, but it's worth asking since he'd been....inserted longer.]
[ a little more shifting, as if to test the waters. ]
No, not really. [ he opts for full honesty here, since he figures keith would just think he were lying if he said he felt fine, even if it were the truth. ] I'm a little sore, but I'm pretty sure that's normal.
[ he nudges keith's nose with his a little, giving him a reassuring smile. ]
I had a lot of fun, [ he reminds him. he's all kinds of sticky as proof... ]
[Belated agreement; it should hurt a bit, but not in an inhibiting, something's wrong kinda way which does not seem to be the case. A slight confirmation from his end helps to reassure himself, even as the worrier.]
It was fun. [Lifting his chin to press a sound kiss to the end of his nose.] Thanks.
[Now deliberately giving his butt a squeeze. He'll leave it alone with that, finding a maybe-bruised hip to idle on -- keep him close with.]
[ he's gonna be covered in little marks and bruises come morning time, but that's okay, and frankly he kinda likes it. he'd make more of a show of showing them off if he didn't think it'd make keith explode out of embarrassment, tbh. at the other's urging, he shifts even closer. nose to nose again. ]
My pleasure, man. [ a pause, and then a grin. heheh. ] Literally.
[There's a constipated laugh at that -- which sounds more like a stuffy exhale. His eyes close with that, partially nestling into the pillow, kind of trying to eskimo kiss him at the same time...]
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Still within him, he'll sit up eventually, wind both arms around his middle and pepper his throat, jaw with kisses leading to his lips in tender appreciation...without trying to inhibit his breathing. It occurs to him that he should probably...pull out, but he'll remain until Lance starts complaining.
Which would be sooner rather than later, he expects.]
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his own arms have wound around keith's shoulders, using them as both leverage and a stabilizer, keeping him grounded despite how low and floaty he feels. for a couple of minutes, he is content as he is, leaning heavily against keith and letting his heated skin get kissed on, but eventually he realizes the light nagging in the back of his mind has manifested into a dull pulsing deep inside him
and only then does he realizes that amidst all his own throes of passion back there, keith himself hadn't actually experienced his.
he leans back then, meeting the other boy's eyes briefly. then he's slowly leaning back, down down down till he's forcing them both on the bed again, only this time he's nestled snug beneath keith. wordlessly, he shifts his legs around till they're wrapped around keith's waist, and with a little bit of a pull, he draws himself along the length of him again. ]
C'mon... You should finish too.
i'm thrilled that they're finally having this problem
And then they've reversed positions; Keith's suddenly not sure about this. Whenever he's climaxed, he's not so ready for round two. Not immediately. It's just a theory, but his donger's gotta start feeling uncomfortable..and not only just because he's gone idle with the exception of Lance moving against him.]
Lance, no. [While nudging at a thigh.] I'll finish up on the outside.
[If that even...makes sense. Just because he hasn't climaxed doesn't mean his brain's not functioning at minimal capacity.]
why are you so mean to keef on his burday
and once they do, lance is propping himself up on his elbows, legs loosening around keith's waist so he can plant his feet on either side of the other boy. perfect leverage for levelling a look of utter incredulity at his partner. ]
What? Why?
[ he squints. ]
Is something wrong with my butt?
[ now he's all defensive. ]
Because last I checked you were loving it!
birthday surprise
I -- no! I like it, I like your butt.
[He's starting to move his hips a bit, pressing into him, tugging out just a bit, suddenly hyperconcious about falling out of him even in his concern. Now he's gotta prove the contrary while fretting.]
I just don't wanna hurt you, calm down.
[Smearing affection down his cheek, eventually reaching his lips in form of a slight nibble, distracted, trying to pickup a renewed pace but his legs are poised for birthing and it feels odd not having that two-second stability from before.]
surprise....
[ that's his instinctive response anyway. part truth, but also part pride, because he's not delicate, keith, geez. sure, he's sore, but who wouldn't be, and that's something he'll get over after a nice hot bath anyway. he's certain it would take him much longer to get over not helping his own boyfriend have a good time on his own dang birthday.
however... ]
But — if you don't want to keep doing it this way, that's. That's fine too. [ maybe it's weird for him. maybe he hadn't been enjoying it as much as lance thought. maybe he took too long to get adjusted, and the moment's died out. maybe lance had been too selfish. ]
I can use my hands...?
surprise!
Lance. [Sharply, but soft all the same. He'll proceed to kiss him, hard, trying to push all of that self-consciousness aside with it -- because that's exactly what it sounds like to him. This is fine, it's working, he just..managed to extensively (so it feels) beat him to the punch.]
thanks i hate it
:o)
I-I'm close..!
[He'd already been wound up, it was just a minor blip. One of the more mild setbacks they've had...thinking back to their very first time like this. The grunting becomes more lilting -- sharper...]
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so when he feels the other boy begin to pick up his pace, his own breathes growing erratic, lance's legs wrap firmly around keith's waist again, encouraging his hips to drive down harder, deeper, ducking his head to muffle his moans against keith's ear. ]
Come on — do it!
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He's just a sloppy affectionate mess now anyway.]
That was, [He begins, searching his face groggy with adoration.] nice.
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Nice, [ he repeats, shifting beneath him. ] Yeah, sure. [ it's definitely more than nice; lance has got the messy butt to prove it. but with that in mind, he doesn't feel the need to press for more. insecurities suitably mollified for the moment, he will instead direct his attention to the mess they've made.
he can't help but look incredibly pleased with himself. ]
Happy birthday.
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Thanks. [Still breathing unevenly, he'll reach forward to brush some hair from his forehead.] It...it was perfect.
[Easy to be mushy when your boy's looking extra-extra handsome.]
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Really?
[ he closes his eyes, letting out a heavy breath. then he's curling an arm around keith's waist, tucking their bodies closer together. ]
Thank god. That's all I wanted.
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And it's not even your birthday.
[Carefully dipping a leg between Lance's...]
Thanks.
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Didn't you know, babe? Everything's about me. Even your own birthday.
[ tipping his head up, he drops a kiss to the middle of keith's brow, also covered in hair and sweat. ]
You're welcome.
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Well, I'm glad you had fun too.
[Looking up post-kiss, appearing mostly-amused and yet vaguely unimpressed as per the Keep Lance Humble rule. His hand goes still in the meantime, supporting his butt like it's a necessity.
He thinks it might be, considering.]
Does it hurt?
[He oughta know, having experienced it himself and survived just fine, but it's worth asking since he'd been....inserted longer.]
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No, not really. [ he opts for full honesty here, since he figures keith would just think he were lying if he said he felt fine, even if it were the truth. ] I'm a little sore, but I'm pretty sure that's normal.
[ he nudges keith's nose with his a little, giving him a reassuring smile. ]
I had a lot of fun, [ he reminds him. he's all kinds of sticky as proof... ]
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[Belated agreement; it should hurt a bit, but not in an inhibiting, something's wrong kinda way which does not seem to be the case. A slight confirmation from his end helps to reassure himself, even as the worrier.]
It was fun. [Lifting his chin to press a sound kiss to the end of his nose.] Thanks.
[Now deliberately giving his butt a squeeze. He'll leave it alone with that, finding a maybe-bruised hip to idle on -- keep him close with.]
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My pleasure, man. [ a pause, and then a grin. heheh. ] Literally.
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