[ Keith just makes an exasperated groaning noise in response to that - he's not being kinky, shut up.
He hates it when Lance compares him and Shiro to a telenovela couple, partly because it's ridiculous, and partly because it's kind of true. He feels like he's caught in the orbit of Shiro's gravitational pull, but he can't afford to get any closer, not when he's so sure that doing so will break their fragile orbit apart. He's managed, somehow, to be Shiro's boyfriend and Lance's... whatever this is - he shies away from calling it lover, but friend with specific benefits seems a little off-base - so far, but he feels like it can't last. He can't keep lying to Shiro, can't keep avoiding the question of sex with him only to slip away and have sex with Lance instead.
Maybe Shiro is the one who should be having sex with Lance. He's good at it, and he's affectionate and he's normal, not a hollowed-out shell of his former self like Keith is. He'd be good for Shiro, if Keith could let go of the surge of possessive jealousy that spikes through him at the thought.
He makes a quietly startled noise as he feels Lance step up behind him, feels his hand cupping his cock and oh, god, he needs that. He shudders out a soft moan and leans back against Lance, eyes going half-lidded as he soaks up the heat of him at his back, his cock squirming in the confines of his pants as Lance rubs him through them. ]
Lance.
[ He says it with a warning tone, but it's breathy and low - he can't deny the heat that twists through him as he imagines it, Shiro's hand on him instead of Lance's, just as warm but larger, rougher. He can feel his face getting hot, and he swallows, speaking reluctantly after a moment's pause. ]
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He hates it when Lance compares him and Shiro to a telenovela couple, partly because it's ridiculous, and partly because it's kind of true. He feels like he's caught in the orbit of Shiro's gravitational pull, but he can't afford to get any closer, not when he's so sure that doing so will break their fragile orbit apart. He's managed, somehow, to be Shiro's boyfriend and Lance's... whatever this is - he shies away from calling it lover, but friend with specific benefits seems a little off-base - so far, but he feels like it can't last. He can't keep lying to Shiro, can't keep avoiding the question of sex with him only to slip away and have sex with Lance instead.
Maybe Shiro is the one who should be having sex with Lance. He's good at it, and he's affectionate and he's normal, not a hollowed-out shell of his former self like Keith is. He'd be good for Shiro, if Keith could let go of the surge of possessive jealousy that spikes through him at the thought.
He makes a quietly startled noise as he feels Lance step up behind him, feels his hand cupping his cock and oh, god, he needs that. He shudders out a soft moan and leans back against Lance, eyes going half-lidded as he soaks up the heat of him at his back, his cock squirming in the confines of his pants as Lance rubs him through them. ]
Lance.
[ He says it with a warning tone, but it's breathy and low - he can't deny the heat that twists through him as he imagines it, Shiro's hand on him instead of Lance's, just as warm but larger, rougher. He can feel his face getting hot, and he swallows, speaking reluctantly after a moment's pause. ]
... He's... always gentle, yeah.