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[forestmvtt]

the start of Lance’s confession

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“Having fun down there?” Keith finally asked after I’d settled my head on his chest.

“Shut up,” I let out with a grumble, closing my eyes and rubbing my cold feet together.

I’d travelled all the way to his room without any socks or shoes on– don’t ask my why I just forgot, and in turn my feet froze. I actually did it a lot, probably every time I spent the night with Keith.

“You smell nice, did you shower?” He asked again, turning a little bit so that we were cuddling more so than me just laying on him.

“Yeah,” I let out quietly, wanting to sleep.

“When? I thought you left dinner when me, Shiro and Hunk did?” Keith’s tone showed genuine confusion, which I was tired so I grumbled again before covering his mouth with my hand.

“Shut up,” I spoke softly, “I’m tired.”

I could feel him roll his eyes and huff before licking my hand to get me to pull away. I didn’t though. Instead when he licked my hand my eyebrows raised and I sat up just enough to see his face.

He looked so pretty tonigh– pretty-? Keith-? Keith wasn’t pretty- Allura was pretty, Keith was more of a handsome beaten messy college kid. How could I think he was pretty? I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion at myself. Eventually he let out a few muffled groans bringing me back to his attention.

A smirk covered my face as I quickly changed the way my hand sat so I was covering both his mouth and his nose so he couldn’t breathe.

Keith’s eyes got wide, his left eye twitching a little bit at my motion. I chuckled as he did, “What? Scared?” I smirked again at my words knowing he wouldn’t be able to respond.

Air pushed past my fingers as he breathed out but I could see him struggle to bring air back in.

I wanted to see his face– something I wasn’t often allowed to do unless he was sleeping and if Keith was asleep so was I. His hair looked kind of messy, like he needed a shower too but would refuse until I prompted to stop sleeping in his bed. Which was an odd thing that it actually worked with him but maybe it wasn’t. A month ago we had decided to stop being so dumb around each other, finally agreeing that there was no point in hating each other when honestly we were both people who cared for the other. Which I still think is dumb that I didn’t figure it out sooner considering the many amount of times that he’s saved my life.

“Mmph-” He let out, struggling against my hand. His eyes were getting a little cloudy and hooded, it fit him nicely. Finally he used his brain, moving one of his hands up to mine, trying to pull it away from his face at his need for air.

I shook my head a little, pushing my hand further against his face. His eyebrows twitched a little, showing off some of his frustration but also that he was thinking about what to do. As we made eye contact again his tongue pushed past his lips again and I chuckled knowing that just licking my hand wasn’t going to make me pull away. But his tongue didn’t just lick my hand, he touched the tip of his tongue against the palm of my hand, bringing up my fingers and between them until they separated enough to let him get in just a gulp of air. I studied his eyes as best as I could since his were starting to close out of concentration. He continued to lick the sides of two of my fingers, slathering them in his saliva. I didn’t realize how entranced I was with what he was doing until I could see that he’d separated my fingers so his mouth and nose were out of the grasp of my hand. I bit the inside of my lip a little, upset that he’d won this weird fight.

Quickly I looked to him again, he was panting through his mouth and his pretty eyes were closed. I stared a little longer knowing that I could, it was somewhat capturing to be able to almost see his little pockets of hair escaping through his mouth as he caught his breath. I swallowed, my own breathing wavering at the sight.

His eyes opened after another minute making me flick my eyes away in embarrassment. Both of our faces were red– though I wasn’t sure why mine was.

“Idiot,” He breathed, reaching his hand up to pull my hand away from his face. I obliged this time, letting my hand fall to his chest.

I stared at the placement of my hand as it rose and fell with his chest, even his breathing was calming to me. Eventually I realized again how wet my hand was, turning a lip up at how uncomfortable it was to have his spit dripping from my fingers.

Before I could exactly say anything about his spit his hands snaked behind me and eventually made contact with my hips. The pajama pants I was wearing had slid down my waist, probably showing off my hips more so than I usually liked but I cocked my head at him, raising an unamused brow but still not protesting to whatever weird game he was starting. I wanted to win.

He moved his head, flicking his hair away from his eyes so that we could look at each other better. “Next time you try to choke me,” He paused almost looking through his lashes because of how hooded his eyes were, “Do it properly, yeah?”

My breathing hitched a little at his words and at the fact that his fingertips were starting to form circles on my exposed skin. This felt weird– no, not weird. Just different. I felt completely out of control from what was happening, like I just didn’t know what to expect from this.

“Scared?” He asked cocking his head with a smirk.

“No,” I bit back defensively.

Instead I lifted my eyebrow, quickly throwing the hand on his chest back to the wooden panel on the headboard.

Awkwardly I leaned over him, trying to understand the position we were in and trying to make it so I looked like I was winning. His eyes lit up a little at my movements, but he propped himself up further on his elbows so we were even closer.

“You gonna do something to me, pretty boy?” He asked teasingly.

I pulled away at his question, my eyebrows twisting together. Do something to him– like what like– my eyes shifted to his before I could even realize that’s what I was doing. A blurr covered my mind as my face went even redder.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” My tone wasn’t teasing or confident, but I don’t think I came off as disgusted either, I was more just– surprised.

“Yeah,” He said quietly, though his confident demeanor didn’t change.

I swallowed again, this time it felt like I was trying to swallow some indigestable urge to do something, I didn’t quite understand but it was like my whole being was itching for something that felt like I couldn’t have. It felt like a lump in my throat. Everything in my body felt hypersensitive, like one more touch of Keith’s and I’d be begging for more. I realized how crazy my thoughts were, how weird it was that there was just some weird urge pulling at my throat. My breathing got heavier the more I got lost in thought.

What was that urge- why couldn’t I fill it or at least figure out what it was. I grumbled, my breathing speeding up more at the anger towards myself. Another lump formed in my throat as I looked back to Keith. He seemed to have some sort of caring look towards me behind the border of confidence he had laid out.

Frustration filled my anticipated body before I realized something– I wanted him to touch me more.

There was some sort of burning that left my skin, some sort of heat that filled me when he touched me and I wanted everything and more to fix that– to feed into it.

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