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I'm not playing coy.

[Though, it was a little hard to tell if Lance was legitimately protesting at this point. So, Keith let up a little bit, pressing his face against Lance's neck to give the other Paladin a short break in order to think.]

Why would you think that?

B-because. Um... Because...

[Lance trails off. Maybe he's overthinking it? But he can't be, could he?]

I mean... I don't know. I just-- I'm, uh, kind of nervous, okay? Not exactly about this, but about making a mistake because I'm me. I don't want to get the wrong idea here and mess things up.

[That got Keith to pull back for real so he could look at Lance full on.]

Since when have you known me to be subversive?

[Keith knew he wasn't the best at communicating, but he wasn't exactly the type to dance around the bush when he felt it was right to tell someone what he thought and when he had the words to express it.]

Look... I'll let you know if it goes somewhere I'm not ready, and you let me know the same for you, okay? Then, we just... take it easy there. No hard feelings. Right?

That...sounds reasonable.

[He's still afraid he's going to get over eager and accidentally try to push too far, to be honest. Lance doesn't want to screw up what he's got going with Keith over something like this, but at the same time... Maybe he can have at least a little confidence in having some self control. Hopefully. He's made it this far over most nights spent together with just some making out, right? He can stop himself from totally blowing this.

(Har har, he thinks.)

Mind settled, he nods, pulling Keith into a proper kiss, nice and slow and deep, trying to convey his gratitude.]

[Keith closed his eyes, returning the kiss and glad Lance agreed. He eased his arms around his boyfriend, holding him close. What better way to warm up than some quality time with one's significant other, right?

Keith pulled back just a little from one of the kisses, almost teasing by keeping his face close, but not quite, and gently leaned to the side so that their combined weight would make it hard to Lance to stay upright. He smiled a bit as he did it, too.]

[Keith would. Lance doesn't really fight it, though, just lets his boyfriend roll him onto his back on the bed. He reaches up to trail his hands along Keith's sides, eventually sliding up his shirt so he can touch the bare skin of his waist.]

I should've saved time and just come out of the bathroom wearing nothing but one of those fuzzy bathrobes.

[Keith chuckled a bit, shivering just a little at Lance's light touch around his waist.]

There's still dinner, you know.

But... I did get the room for the whole night.

Then I guess we're just going to have to make do with the appetizer for now. And dessert afterwards.

[He smirks up at him, sliding his hands up along his back.]

I mean, you're definitely stoking my appetite.

[Keith smiled a little and then leaned down to kiss Lance again.]

That can work.

[He shifted a bit, sliding across to end up on top so he could kiss at Lance's neck again, softly and lightly running the tip of his tongue up his pulse point like that day on the Iskaulit. His breath brushed over Lance's skin, Keith knowing exactly what he was doing to the other boy.]

Keith--

[That's good, because Lance is fairly clueless, especially with his brain barely working right now. He drags his nails up Keith's back, not hard enough to leave marks or anything, but enough that he can feel it.]

[The nails were new, and Keith paused for a moment at the sound of his name.]

Is that okay?

[Too far?]

Very okay. Uh, I didn't scratch you too hard or anything, did I...?

[He looks a little worried, hoping he didn't mess things up just when they started.]

I thought it might feel good for you...

[Keith shook his head.]

No... you didn't. It was fine.

[In fact, Keith might look a little flushed if Lance were to notice.

He kissed at Lance's neck again, but working his way down this time, moving the collar of the shirt so he could get to Lance's collarbone and then lightly across his throat.]

Okay, good.

[He feels relieved enough to do it again, then, as Keith goes back to kissing him. The fabric of Keith's shirt is a little confining against the top of his hands, though.]

Y'know, if you...want better access to me, it's not so cold in here that I wouldn't mind getting rid of my shirt for a while.

[Far from it. He's already feeling a little overheated.]

[Keith sat up completely now, straddled across Lance's legs, and seemed to consider it.]

If you want.

[It wasn't the first time they'd seen each other without their shirts on anyway, right? Though, it really seemed a lot different this time around. More... intimate...

Keith shrugged his left shoulder a little.]

I could take mine off, too...

If that's cool with you, I definitely wouldn't mind.

[Lance reaches down to tug off his shirt, tossing it off to the side somewhere. He doesn't really care where it landed. That's a problem for Future Lance. Present Lance is more focused on the boy straddling him, and he hooks his fingertips on the edges of Keith's shirt. If given the okay, he'll pull that up and off of him as well.]

[Keith nodded, almost a little shy, and he reached down to pull the shirt off even as Lance did, too. He winced ever so slightly, but seemed to dismiss whatever made him do it as he let the shirt drop off to the side of the bed.

This was definitely different than just heading to the pool at the same time.

Suddenly feeling a bit shy, Keith carefully placed his hands on the soft tan skin of Lance's stomach, and then gently slid them up his sides towards his shoulders, leaning back down as he did. He placed a kiss where he had left off at the base of Lance's throat.]

[He gives a content little sigh when Keith goes back to kissing at his skin. His own hands move back to Keith's back, not scratching this time, but just roaming along it and caressing his skin now that he has more room to do it.]

You're gorgeous, y'know that? Really, really gorgeous.

[Keith looked at Lance, quirking an eyebrow slightly.]

It's not something I really think about.

[He was definitely amused, though. He shifted, laying flat on Lance now. He studied him for a moment, being this close, just looking at him. Keith gave a small half-smile, then leaned in to kiss Lance on the lips before looking him right in the eye.]

I never really realized before just how blue your eyes are.

But you definitely are. Most handsome boy I know.

[He pauses when Keith kisses him and talks about his eyes, though--and it's amazing how such a simple statement can make him feel so good.]

Y-yeah?

[That got Keith a bit flummoxed, and he almost blushed. He lowered his head to tuck against Lance's chest for a moment. Though, Lance's uncertainty about the comment over his eyes got Keith's attention. He nodded.]

Yeah. It's a pretty color. Like the ocean.

Huh. I guess it fits, considering I'm a beach boy.

[It really does make him happy, though. His hands move up to Keith's shoulders, starting to gently massage them.]

I'm not the only one with pretty eyes, you know. Yours, they're like... I dunno, like amethyst. They're so purple and beautiful. I mean, I guess it's not a huge secret how into your eyes I am...

[Keith relaxed on Lance as he rubbed his shoulders like that. Lance would definitely feel that Keith carried all his tension and stress in his shoulders.]

You really think they're purple?

[Keith's voice sounded almost hesitant, like he was afraid to ask.]

I mean... Yeah? ...is that...um, is that...bad...?

[He doesn't stop massaging his shoulders, does it a little more firmly even once he feels all that tension built up there, but now he's feeling tense himself. Did he make a huge mistake bringing up Keith's eye color?

Purple... Oh, quiznak, he really did make a mistake, didn't he?]

I don't know. I mean, I always knew it was different, but I never really thought about it beyond that before.

[He shrugged a little, and then grimaced a bit as Lance managed to find a really tender spot near the scar on his right shoulder. Without even really thinking about it, he shifted his arm slightly so that spot was a little more guarded.]

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