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[Whatever jerk.

Keith eventually helps, releasing the porcelain to finger though his hair. It's longer than Lance's, requires more effort.]

We were rivals back home.

[Whatever that means; it was all pretty gay from the start.]

...But I think I know what you mean.

[Not to toot his own horn; on the contrary, he...likely had some unclear feelings for Lance too. Stuff that barely stretched past the idea of friendship, but nothing he would've thought to be a crush. Too many distractions and no desire to truly get close to anybody (Shiro snuck in by accident, dadzo--brozone) might've hindered that.]

Oh, now you admit it.

[ them being rivals, he means. or does he mean the feelings thing? who even knows. it's all so complicated, but a lot of it is pretty much just what ifs at this point (until they're thrown back in with no recollection of el nysa again...) so maybe dwelling on it isn't the most productive thing. ]

All done.

[ he combs out the last of the suds from keith's hair, slipping back so that he's no longer dipping the guy. he lifts his hands and wiggles his fingers at him in a playful gesture. ]

Want me to get your back?

-- I'm talking about Voltron.

[Hmph. Lance McLame? Never heard of him. He'll pull himself up with that, shake his head a bit like a dog (because he can do that, as an animated cartoon, and have his hair ....nah it looks all whipped around and funny. Better than the slicked-back look...maybe.

Probably not. Gotta try that for the gayla.]

No. [While scooting forward.] I forgot to do yours.

[Which is the only reason he's declining, and scooting forward so their groins are basically touching?? wholesome.

Gotta remedy this oversight.]

[ he makes a soft noise out of reflex, because how else do you respond to your partner bumping uglies with you like that. but don't worry, he won't go all horndog on you (y...et??) and instead will reach around to start running his (soapless) hands over keith's back. demonstrating. ]

We can do each others at the same time. See? Like this.

[He's shuffling closer still -- if even possible; his legs hook themselves around Lance's middle, all for the sake of better access of course.]

Aright.

[Easily convinced. The touches to his back are nice, with or without soap. No homo. He'll grab the bottle of frou-frou bead-soap to start 'em off, applying some to the palm of his hand and offering it over just after....]

[ lance grins as he deposits some of that VERY NICE, HIGH QUALITY body wash onto his own hands. ]

Now you're gonna smell even more like me.

[ hue hue hue... ]

I never smelled like you in the first place...

[Of course, Keith's taking this as Lance accusing him of regularly using his stanky soaps and such, which he does not. His fingers work a small amount of that HIGH QUALITY body wash into his back, starting as low as he can -- at the water line.]

We cuddle way too much for you to not smell like me.

[ koala keith... keithala...

anyway, lance is mimicking the other's movements, though he doesn't really let the water stop him. his hands still manage to be pretty soapy as he runs them all over his back, rear, even along the legs keith's got wrapped around his waist. ]

[Keithala is disgusting.

Lance is being a Kind Boy, washing his Butt and whatnot. Meanwhile Keith's getting tense and weird about it, despite accommodating those motions. When did Lance get so comfortable...]

You don't have to do all that.

[While slowly sudsing up his shoulders, arms, chest -- slowly because he's being sssssssssssshy now.]

I know. But I'm not gonna turn down any excuse to have my hands all over my boyfriend.

[ them's just the facts ok! ]

[The sultry response he was anticipating...]

It's just a bath. [Hmph. Trying to convince himself, like they've had the most chase of relationships.] Don't make it weird.

[While squashing his cheeks together. Meanwhile their dicks are touching...]

[ his cheeks are compromised! engage counter measures!

which is really just him leaning closer, pursing those fishlips at keith in a taunting manner. ]

What, you don't think this kinda thing's intimate??