[ keith tries to laugh again — something nervous or bashful but it jist winds up sounding like a strangled moan, half-syllable, half-breath. one of his hands smooths against lance's side, then moves around to flatten against his lower back, and then lower still til he's got his hand clutching around one pert cheek, squeezing and tugging in appreciation. ]
Want — wanna be inside you, [ he pants out, despite clearly enjoying lance's fist around him. ]
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Want — wanna be inside you, [ he pants out, despite clearly enjoying lance's fist around him. ]