[ 'I might look like someone you know.' what the hell is that supposed to mean?
but then keith is moving and lance is following his lead, as ever. they're much better at it now. keith takes up shiro's cyborg hand and lance stands in his shadow, darker hands gently undoing clasps and drawing aside silks, undressing keith for the sake of their audience. it's a practiced, calculated sort of show, tracing familiar designs on keith's skin as the dangling chains chime softly and pieces of silk flutter to the ground. lance toys with the little jeweled nipple clamps on keith's chest and kisses the side of his neck, demure as a harem girl unwrapping the favorite. ]
We're not afraid of the arena, [ he answers for both of them, half acting and half completely serious. ] And we don't need to be rescued.
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but then keith is moving and lance is following his lead, as ever. they're much better at it now. keith takes up shiro's cyborg hand and lance stands in his shadow, darker hands gently undoing clasps and drawing aside silks, undressing keith for the sake of their audience. it's a practiced, calculated sort of show, tracing familiar designs on keith's skin as the dangling chains chime softly and pieces of silk flutter to the ground. lance toys with the little jeweled nipple clamps on keith's chest and kisses the side of his neck, demure as a harem girl unwrapping the favorite. ]
We're not afraid of the arena, [ he answers for both of them, half acting and half completely serious. ] And we don't need to be rescued.