[ ok now keith is just taking advantage of this and directing the dirty talk, since lance is now the one sucking in his breath and jumping to obey, plucking and tugging at keith's nipples, wishing like hell that he was the one being played with. he fists wriggle faster, encouraging. ]
You can say it. S-say you want to be milked, that you're sore and aching and full, that you just want someone to milk you.
[ Listen Keith will be happy to play with Lance and tease him and do all sorts of things to him another time, like he probably has done a lot since they started having sex, stubbornly holding onto control a lot of the time, but right now? Right now, he can't quite explain it, but the idea of letting Lance tell him what to do is... appealing. The idea of letting Lance direct things, even though he can't quite give up on that one completely - but the scenario with pretending he's just talking about what he wants Shiro to do to him, how he wants to surrender to Shiro's whims, everything like that - it's pushing his mind in that direction, making him feel more pliant and obliging. ]
God, you're so obsessed with that.
[ Not that he can't still comment huffily on Lance's fixation on calling it milking. He pauses, though, and glances back at Lance over his shoulder, eyes dark. ]
... Yes, I want to be milked. I need it - I'm aching for it, please, fuck me and milk me dry.
Yeah, babe, I know you need it, I know how much you want it.
[ he has to pull his hand away from keith's nipple to do it but he swipes his fingers through the generous precome coating wriggle, and slides that hand down keith's ass, easing between his cheeks to rub eagerly over his hole. ]
I'm gonna milk you while you ride my fingers. And-- [ he glances around, and then grins wildly and seizes a small plastic container off the supply shelf, holding it up for keith to see. ]
--and you're gonna come in this for me. You're gonna fill it all the way up to the brim.
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You can say it. S-say you want to be milked, that you're sore and aching and full, that you just want someone to milk you.
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God, you're so obsessed with that.
[ Not that he can't still comment huffily on Lance's fixation on calling it milking. He pauses, though, and glances back at Lance over his shoulder, eyes dark. ]
... Yes, I want to be milked. I need it - I'm aching for it, please, fuck me and milk me dry.
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Yeah, babe, I know you need it, I know how much you want it.
[ he has to pull his hand away from keith's nipple to do it but he swipes his fingers through the generous precome coating wriggle, and slides that hand down keith's ass, easing between his cheeks to rub eagerly over his hole. ]
I'm gonna milk you while you ride my fingers. And-- [ he glances around, and then grins wildly and seizes a small plastic container off the supply shelf, holding it up for keith to see. ]
--and you're gonna come in this for me. You're gonna fill it all the way up to the brim.