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Honestly, I don't really...have any limits in how many bases we round. I just, uh... I'm not exactly... Um, I haven't really been taken off the bench that often before.

[Yes, this is Lance, trying to use a baseball analogy to explain that he really hasn't ever gotten much further than what the two of them were doing before dinner.]

But I'm not really afraid of anything. Maybe of me not being good enough, even though I just told you I was going to blow your mind and all that. But...I trust you completely.

[Keith looked concerned for a moment, and put his arms around Lance completely now.]

If it helps, I'm pretty rusty myself, and my first experience was pretty terrible, so... we can sort of fumble through all this together, yeah?

Plus... I haven't been with another guy before. So that's new to me, too.

We'll just take it slow. Would that help?

[Keith was okay with taking it slow. It felt safer.]

Okay. Then we're learning together.

[He presses their foreheads together.]

I just think I might get overeager, so I don't want to end up trying anything that you'd think was too far.

[Keith closed his eyes and nodded.]

Yeah... I'll tell you, okay? If something makes me uncomfortable. And, even without limits, you have to promise to tell me, too, if I go too far or do something you don't want me to. Okay?

Promise. Though I can't think of much you can do to me here that I wouldn't want.

[He can't help but tease, one hand sliding up Keith's bare side.]

[Keith smiled a bit, and then pulled Lance down for another kiss.]

Good. Then let's see where this ends up.

[Keith smirked and rolled them so he was on top, and then started kissing Lance's neck again, and along his jawline.]

Hey, who says you're going to be on the top--mm.

[Okay. Neck kisses are nice. He'll stop his complaining for now.]

I do.

[Keith smiled against Lance's skin, and teasingly licked along the spot where his jaw joined with his neck.]

I can do more.

[To illustrate, he moved his kissing and attention down Lance's neck, to his collarbone, and then across to the spot where his collarbones met his chest bone. Then some more gentle kissing, working his way down towards Lance's bellybutton.]

[Oh my god.

He's going to die. He's literally going to die. Cause of death: Keith. Lance is looking down at him with wide eyes, unable to do much but continue playing with his hair. Seems Keith is taking the reins here, anyway.]

[Keith paused when he got to Lance's bellybutton, looking back up at him through his long bangs. He smirked.]

We can always switch off.

[That could be fun, too...]

Switch off on what exactly--y'know what, whatever, less talking and more doing.

[As much as he likes Keith's voice, he's very much interested in what Keith's doing to him right now, thank you very much.]

[Keith chuckled a little. He didn't exactly have a plan, but he was just going to go with the flow here. A few more kisses, and then... he paused again, smirking a bit.]

You sure about that? You sounded like you really wanted to be on top.

Aw, Keith... Stop teasing. I'm--okay with you being on the top for now, okay?

[More than okay, honestly. It's just a token protest.]

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[Keith's smirk just got bigger.]

Oh, yeah?

[He straightened up and then loosened Lance's pants, giving him the ability to run his hands along Lance's bare waist.]

Don't let it go to your head that quickly, mullet.

[He gives a little huff, but when he feels Keith's hands on his waist, he can't help but give a little breathy exhale.]

[Keith narrowed his eyes a little at the nickname, but it was more tolerable when it wasn't being said in a mean way. It was nice to reclaim that banter and turn it into something fun between them instead of insulting or hurtful.

And then Lance reacted to his touch, and Keith just smiled.]

Now you know how that felt for me.

[He slid back up, straddling Lance's hips, and then paused for a moment. This was getting into some delicate territory, and they weren't really set up for a full on go at this tonight. Plus, the relationship itself was still kind of new, and Keith didn't want mess things up going too far too fast. He'd made that mistake already.]

So... I know you're okay with whatever like you said earlier, but... [He pressed a little on Lance's torso, rubbing his hands up his sides in a massage motion.] I guess I'm getting kind of nervous. Last time I did, things got messed up. [He bit his lip a little.]

[Keith's hands continue to feel nothing short of pleasant on him, though he can still pay enough attention to Keith's words. They're important, after all--and even though he's never gotten this far with a person before, he knows how important communication is. He reaches up, brushing his fingers against that bit lip.]

I don't know all the details of what happened last time for you, but... I promise you, Keith, nothing we do here could make me like you less. You know how crazy I am for you. You're too important to me to let anything get in the way of that.

Am I just being silly about this?

[He felt very self-conscious. This was way more than just a fling, and he knew it, he could feel it, and it was going to hurt a lot if he failed.]

I mean, I don't know, this just feels really important, and I want to make sure I do the right thing. I don't want to screw up. I know I'm not good at this stuff.

[He stared down at his pale hands on Lance's tan skin. It was a contrast, just like them... everything about them was different... or was it? Keith wasn't sure. After calibrations, he couldn't help but wonder if they were just opposite sides of the same coin. Both of them nervous, uncertain, and lacking confidence where it counted. They just showed it and covered it up in different ways.]

I'm overthinking it, aren't I?

[He gave Lance an apologetic look.]

You're not being silly, Keith. I feel the same--I don't want to screw up. But I really do want to be with you, and I want... I definitely want this. I don't think we can disappoint each other at this point.

[He places his hand on Keith's cheek, thumb stroking the skin there.]

I want you, Keith, and I'll take whatever you can give me. And I'll take it really, really happily. You don't have to worry.

[Keith leaned down, laying on Lance's chest so he could kiss him again. Then, he leaned his forehead against him.]

Thanks. I don't mean to get all weird. I-... [He sighed.] Yeah. I guess I just think too much sometimes.

It's okay. Don't worry about that right now. Less thinking and more doing, okay? You were definitely doing a great job of getting my mind all short circuit-y.

[He gives him a little grin.]

[Keith gave Lance a somewhat shy smile, and then nodded.]

Okay.

[He leaned in, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips before working his way back into the mood again.]

It's a good while of wandering hands and mouths later that the two of them find themselves flushed and a little breathless against the pillows. They hadn't gone all the way due to lack of foresight ("Whaddya mean, I can't call down to the front desk and ask for a bottle of lube?!") but they'd definitely rounded out the other bases thoroughly.

Lance knows that the two of them definitely need a shower, but he can't help but drag Keith in for post-funtime snuggles, messiness aside.

"You're beautiful and amazing and that was like the greatest thing that's ever existed in the universe," he mumbles into his neck.

"Shh..." Afterglow talk was a mood breaker for Keith. However, his shushing was a lot softer than usual. He wrapped his arms around Lance, just content to stay there for a bit and get himself back on track after the rush of hormones, adrenaline, and endorphins that left him feeling a little shaky now that they were wearing off. "Yeah... it was definitely good." If Keith was bad at words before, he was even worse now.

Sorry, Keith. Lance has a tendency to babble, and it's only curbed a little now by his exhaustion. His whole body feels tingly and warm, and he's pretty sure anyone trying to get his arm off from its position around Keith would need a crowbar.

He does somehow manage to shush, just focusing on that warmth and the feeling of Keith's arms around him as well.

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