[ He'd like to say that he's practiced enough that he can keep up the mental walls if he needs to, but after just a little bit of affection, of kissing and touching, he finds it slipping away. One or two of them, he might be able to handle, but the both of them together is too much and he's eager. Eager for some sense of home, despite his unease at how familiar they feel.
The fact that they aren't terrified is, strangely, a relief. He didn't quite know what he expected from them, but a very large part of him had been certain that they would be disgusted and leave. The slightly better option had them horrified for him and then everyone being too disgruntled to do anything. The option he hadn't considered, was that they were going to take it as a challenge and subsequently one up each other.
They've always been like that, he thinks, and is briefly unsettled because he doesn't know why he knows that. It's a fact, there's no doubt in his mind, but he shouldn't even have that feeling.
Keith's mouth on his cock distracts him in an instant, though, and it's stupid how instantly turned on he is by the fact that Keith seems genuinely into this. He hadn't anticipated how much that relief would roll over him, give him some sort of comfort that he hadn't expected out of this experience.
He brings one hand over to curl around Lance's hip instead, spreading over the narrow jut of it and makes a startled noise when he drops to his knees a moment later. He's expecting bickering, but what he doesn't expect is Lance abruptly removing Keith's mouth from his dick. Startlingly fast, Lance places his own there, wet-hot mouth sinking down over his dick with the same single-minded determination from Keith earlier.
One hand lifts like it's on autopilot, like it knows where to go for Keith and curls in his hair again, trying to guide him up for a kiss, like it's instinct, the next logical progression if he decides to let this happen. ]
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The fact that they aren't terrified is, strangely, a relief. He didn't quite know what he expected from them, but a very large part of him had been certain that they would be disgusted and leave. The slightly better option had them horrified for him and then everyone being too disgruntled to do anything. The option he hadn't considered, was that they were going to take it as a challenge and subsequently one up each other.
They've always been like that, he thinks, and is briefly unsettled because he doesn't know why he knows that. It's a fact, there's no doubt in his mind, but he shouldn't even have that feeling.
Keith's mouth on his cock distracts him in an instant, though, and it's stupid how instantly turned on he is by the fact that Keith seems genuinely into this. He hadn't anticipated how much that relief would roll over him, give him some sort of comfort that he hadn't expected out of this experience.
He brings one hand over to curl around Lance's hip instead, spreading over the narrow jut of it and makes a startled noise when he drops to his knees a moment later. He's expecting bickering, but what he doesn't expect is Lance abruptly removing Keith's mouth from his dick. Startlingly fast, Lance places his own there, wet-hot mouth sinking down over his dick with the same single-minded determination from Keith earlier.
One hand lifts like it's on autopilot, like it knows where to go for Keith and curls in his hair again, trying to guide him up for a kiss, like it's instinct, the next logical progression if he decides to let this happen. ]