( there's a physical recoil to the name, although he doesn't step far enough to break their hold -- the touch inspires a specific memory, probably the one lance is remembering right now, of shiro moaning his name and keith coming on the spot, too thoroughly in love with him to not react to the husky sounds of his voice telling him that he's good, i love you, keith. as if stuck in a trance of the memories the red lion refuses to let go ( keith refuses too, but he doesn't share them ), keith snaps himself out of it, bubbled up emotions striking the surface. his face reads it, if lance can tell, some heartbreak on top of desperation and longing, some fury hidden behind the obvious desire of wanting to feel what lance is feeling -- even for a short time, even if it hurts more in the long run. he misses shiro more than he misses earth.
his dick is still out, which shudders keith at an alarming rate when he looks down to see it, swollen and red at the wet tip, beading pearls out on lance's fingers. the hot flush of embarrassment follows steadily on his cheeks, and he wriggles his hand from lance's grip, stretching his fingers out. )
It's Keith. ( he should sound angrier, not as blown out aroused. he's ignoring the tent at the front of his jeans, blaming his age more than any actual attraction. he keeps his gaze intent, eyebrows furrowed -- though it doesn't really seem like he's angry with lance anymore. ) Lance ...
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his dick is still out, which shudders keith at an alarming rate when he looks down to see it, swollen and red at the wet tip, beading pearls out on lance's fingers. the hot flush of embarrassment follows steadily on his cheeks, and he wriggles his hand from lance's grip, stretching his fingers out. )
It's Keith. ( he should sound angrier, not as blown out aroused. he's ignoring the tent at the front of his jeans, blaming his age more than any actual attraction. he keeps his gaze intent, eyebrows furrowed -- though it doesn't really seem like he's angry with lance anymore. ) Lance ...