[ Honestly Keith is just assuming that Lance is behaving like a horny teenager around him because he's a horny teenager, yeah. He hasn't really noticed any changes yet, but then, he's got his own changes to get used to when it comes to his body and everything the Galra did to it. He is literally never calling what Lance does milking, what kind of term is that, he's not a cow, Lance, even if he does get swollen and sensitive and furiously needy sometimes.

It's terrible, it's embarrassing and uncomfortable, and he only feels a little relief once they're safely locked in the privacy of the storage room. He wishes he could bring himself to tell Shiro everything, but he doesn't want to see the hurt on his face as he learns another piece of who Keith used to be has been ripped away and replaced by this... this alien, needful thing. He'll need to think of something to tell him, soon.

But not either of those things, oh my god. ]

Nope. If I say I get leg cramps he'll just make me do yoga for hours, or try to give me a massage. A massage, Lance. I'll end up drowning him.

[ He's not even going to deign to address the other suggestion. He groans quietly, putting a hand down to feel himself through his trousers - ohh, yeah. He's hard, and wet already, he can feel it. ]