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Shit that's hot.

[ 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. ]

[ It might not be as effective, but it's kind of nice to hear Lance getting turned on by the dirty talk - it's good to know that he's not the only one getting embarrassingly worked up over imagining Shiro holding him down and using him. He raises his hands reflexively as Lance crowds him against the wall, giving himself a little leverage to make space for himself rather than just getting pressed face-first against it. He jerks his hips when he feels Lance's hand wrap around him loosely, fucking his hand right away - he makes a quiet, discontented noise at the slight discomfort caused by the dryness of Lance's hand, but his cock flexes and extends anyway, stimulated by the friction. He gasps in slightly helpless outrage when Lance pulls up his shirt and leaves his chest exposed, and goddamnit, he just knows that Lance wants him to hold his stupid shirt in his teeth, which is just gross. For a few seconds, though, he's tempted to actually do it - that's the kind of mood he's sinking into, but he shakes it off. ]

I bet... he could rip it off me if he tried, but he wouldn't. [ It's just a t-shirt, and Shiro is really strong, but it's also... one of his only shirts from home, so. Yeah, there's no way he'd rip it off of him. He's also not sure that Shiro would go for his nipples that eagerly, but the thought is really, really hot, and it feels good when Lance touches his chest, rubbing eagerly and making his nipples go stiff and hard. ]

Harder... I'd have to tell him to rub harder, tease them more, that I wanted him to - to pull on them.

[ 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.

[ delighted, ]

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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