[ lance might be more effective at dirty talk if he didn't get so turned on himself imagining the same scenario, shiro holding keith down effortlessly and sliding his dick between keith's cheeks for his own pleasure while keith writhed underneath him. he's panting in keith's ear, moving his hand so keith can tug down his zipper, but then he dives right back in, rubbing and stroking wriggle and making a loose fist for keith to fuck, if he wants. his hand is dry, maybe a little too dry to be entirely comfortable, but that's on purpose. he crowds keith forward against the wall of the supply closet, bossy, and slides his other hand up suddenly under keith's shirt, yanking it up to expose his torso and his chest to cool air. someday he'll get keith to hold the corner of his shirt up in his teeth, which he claims to hate and lance finds criminally hot. ]
He'll-- pull your shirt up like this, [ lance manages, trying to maintain the narrative even as his own breathing gets more ragged and he rubs himself helplessly against keith's ass. ]
S-so... so he can see your pretty tits... and rub them...
[ actually that's a thing that lance gets off on now that he's suddenly become so sensitive, maybe not something shiro would think of, but whatever it's a fucking dirty talk fantasy and he loves the feel of keith's nipples getting all stiff and peaked under his fingertips. ]
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[ lance might be more effective at dirty talk if he didn't get so turned on himself imagining the same scenario, shiro holding keith down effortlessly and sliding his dick between keith's cheeks for his own pleasure while keith writhed underneath him. he's panting in keith's ear, moving his hand so keith can tug down his zipper, but then he dives right back in, rubbing and stroking wriggle and making a loose fist for keith to fuck, if he wants. his hand is dry, maybe a little too dry to be entirely comfortable, but that's on purpose. he crowds keith forward against the wall of the supply closet, bossy, and slides his other hand up suddenly under keith's shirt, yanking it up to expose his torso and his chest to cool air. someday he'll get keith to hold the corner of his shirt up in his teeth, which he claims to hate and lance finds criminally hot. ]
He'll-- pull your shirt up like this, [ lance manages, trying to maintain the narrative even as his own breathing gets more ragged and he rubs himself helplessly against keith's ass. ]
S-so... so he can see your pretty tits... and rub them...
[ actually that's a thing that lance gets off on now that he's suddenly become so sensitive, maybe not something shiro would think of, but whatever it's a fucking dirty talk fantasy and he loves the feel of keith's nipples getting all stiff and peaked under his fingertips. ]