Oh my god, who would I tell. [ he hisses, biting at keith’s mouth. what’s he going to do, get up on the table during lunch and announce that he’s been having psychic sex visions of keith and shiro? and that the red lion is an aggressive pervert that pushed him into making out with keith just to satisfy its own sense of symmetry between the black and red paladins? yeah, no.
and he’s not going to lay back and just let keith do whatever he wants or follow his orders, hell no, nobody said that keith gets to call the shots here, lance isn’t going to be submissive for him. except the eyes closed thing might actually be a good idea if keith is going to lean into him like that, pressing their foreheads together. somehow that feels horribly intimate all on its own-- actually it feels like what keith and shiro would do, have done, being quiet and close and together in a way that frankly terrifies lance. if keith is shiro, is lance supposed to be keith? act like keith? how does keith act around shiro? besotted, apparently, and lance is not besotted by or impressed with keith, at all, ever, over the top of the grumbles from the red lion trying to remind him that the black paladin is their leader and deserves lance’s respect and commitment and-- and devotion, gross, what do magic robot lions from space even know about devotion--
right, don’t think. don’t think. thinking is not his friend right now. he digs his fingers into keith’s shoulders, mostly because he doesn’t know what else to do with them-- he is not grabbing keith’s ass, no matter what the red lion helpfully suggests over the link. This kiss is less bite-y and it’s… it’s okay, it’s fine, it’s a little weird to feel keith’s tongue tracing his lips, he’s probably supposed to open his mouth for it, right? open his mouth and let keith push his tongue inside, but he’s not sure he wants that, why can’t keith open his mouth instead and lance will put his tongue in, how are they supposed to decide who does what, this had seemed so much less complicated in the movies.
his jacket is shoved to the floor without warning and then keith’s calloused warm fingers are curling around the aching shaft of his dick, and okay, okay, that’s good, that’s fine, he makes a whining noise into the kiss and opens his mouth for keith before remembering he wasn’t going to do that. ]
D-don’t-- [ should he be panting? he’s panting and they’re hardly even doing anything yet, his pulse hammering loudly in his ears. ] Don’t tell me what to do, asshole, you’re not in charge of me--
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and he’s not going to lay back and just let keith do whatever he wants or follow his orders, hell no, nobody said that keith gets to call the shots here, lance isn’t going to be submissive for him. except the eyes closed thing might actually be a good idea if keith is going to lean into him like that, pressing their foreheads together. somehow that feels horribly intimate all on its own-- actually it feels like what keith and shiro would do, have done, being quiet and close and together in a way that frankly terrifies lance. if keith is shiro, is lance supposed to be keith? act like keith? how does keith act around shiro? besotted, apparently, and lance is not besotted by or impressed with keith, at all, ever, over the top of the grumbles from the red lion trying to remind him that the black paladin is their leader and deserves lance’s respect and commitment and-- and devotion, gross, what do magic robot lions from space even know about devotion--
right, don’t think. don’t think. thinking is not his friend right now. he digs his fingers into keith’s shoulders, mostly because he doesn’t know what else to do with them-- he is not grabbing keith’s ass, no matter what the red lion helpfully suggests over the link. This kiss is less bite-y and it’s… it’s okay, it’s fine, it’s a little weird to feel keith’s tongue tracing his lips, he’s probably supposed to open his mouth for it, right? open his mouth and let keith push his tongue inside, but he’s not sure he wants that, why can’t keith open his mouth instead and lance will put his tongue in, how are they supposed to decide who does what, this had seemed so much less complicated in the movies.
his jacket is shoved to the floor without warning and then keith’s calloused warm fingers are curling around the aching shaft of his dick, and okay, okay, that’s good, that’s fine, he makes a whining noise into the kiss and opens his mouth for keith before remembering he wasn’t going to do that. ]
D-don’t-- [ should he be panting? he’s panting and they’re hardly even doing anything yet, his pulse hammering loudly in his ears. ] Don’t tell me what to do, asshole, you’re not in charge of me--