insideoflight | Pretty woman~ w/ marmorite

Pretty woman~ w/ marmorite

((ooc: continuation of this!))

[Going back to his usual nights had been a bummer, to say the least. Sure, Lance was used to it, but he couldn't get the boy he met out of his head. In a way, it was kind of nice to at least have someone to fantasize about to make things a little easier to deal with, though he felt bad about using his image like that. But you gotta do what you gotta do in a business like this.

It isn't long, though, before their date night comes up. Lance has spent all evening working on making himself look good. Not his usual hooker-y flashiness, but just...good. Casual but still a little sexy. His jeans are tight enough to be a second skin, and his top shows off his broad shoulders and a little bit of stomach when he bends just the right way. He puts on the lightest bit of makeup, just to bring out his eyes. By the time he's done, his phone buzzes, and--oh. Keith's already here. He quickly pulls on his boots, grabbing his wallet before eagerly heading down the stairs of his building.

When he sees Keith on his bike, he heads over, taking no time in giving him a kiss on the cheek to greet him.]

Missed you, Keithy Keith.

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[Keeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiith....

But thankfully, he seems to start getting it, and Lance nods eagerly as he stands up as well.]

Yep. I'd love to.

[ phew... that could've been awkward if he'd misread. keith isn't as outwardly excited as lance is, but his lips do quirk up in a little smile. inside, his heart starts to hammer in anticipation, which may or may not be the reason for the almost hasty pace he takes in leading them out of the theater and back down the block to where they'd parked.

the drive back to his own apartment is a little longer, living a bit farther than lance does, but he goes as fast as the law allows him (and sometimes... over...). he's parking the bike again before he knows it, keys jingling in his hands as he leads them back up the familiar steps to his apartment. ]

[He holds tightly onto Keith the whole ride there, both for safety and because he just really wants to. Lance can't help but nuzzle his face against Keith's shoulder as best he can with his helmet on. It's nice, Keith's warm, why not.

Once they've parked, he takes off the helmet and smooths his hair down before following him up the stairs.]

I don't have a curfew, soooooo...

[ another snort. the stairwell in his apartment building is pretty narrow, so he has to walk in front of lance the entire way. he throws a look over his shoulder as soon as they get to his landing, holding the door open for lance to step through first. ]

It's not like I was planning on sending you home right after.

[ after. is there really any use in being coy about it at this point?

he gets to his door and opens that for lance too. ]

Just stay the night.

[Probably no use, considering they're both grown men and it's really. Really obvious what the two of them want to do tonight. Lance still beams at him as he walks into the apartment, leaning down to unzip his boots.

(Maybe takes his time to give Keith a niiiiiiiiice few of dat ass in the meantime.)]

I'll take you up on that.

[ n e g l keith's gaze immediately drops down to follow the curve of lance's spine, lingering on the swell of that lil' bubble butt and

yep. yep. it's definitely obvious what they both want to do tonight. ahem.

keith, in the meantime, will shrug off his jacket and hang his keys on a nearby hook. he doesn't... move away though. and will instead wait patiently beside the other. ]

[That booty wants some from you, Keithers. Congrats.

Once his boots are off and his own jacket is hung up, he closes the few steps between them and wraps his arms around Keith's neck.]

I've been having an awesome time tonight, you know.

[ there's only a brief moment of hesitation (lingering nerves after so long not concerned with things like this) before his own hands come up to settle comfortably on lance's narrow waist. his palms are warm, burning right through lance's shirt. ]

I was hoping you would. [ his fingers press in lightly, squeezing. ] Think it was good enough to get me a second date?

[He definitely likes the warmth of Keith's hands, and absolutely can't wait to feel them against bare skin.]

Oh, definitely. Easily.

[Lance isn't always the most patient of guys, so he can't help but lean in a little, closer to Keith's face-- He doesn't want to push him, though, so he holds off the kiss until Keith initiates.]

[ hell, keith is even more impatient than lance is, so when lance pauses in his leaning in, the grip he has on lance's waist tightens enough to ache — but only for a moment. barely a second later he's closing in that short distance between them, eagerly catching lance's lower lip in his. ]

[Perfect. It's nice to be able to actually kiss someone properly again--he doesn't let his clients do this--and he's more than eager in kissing back and deepening it almost immediately. Lance moves in a little closer to press his body against Keith's as well.

It's obvious what he wants, but it's pretty obvious that Keith wants it too, so he's glad.]

[ it's been over half a year since keith has really been with someone, but if there's one thing that comes as a perk from keith's impulsive tendencies — he doesn't often give himself enough time to regret the things he does. at least not while he's doing them. so instead he can focus his mind and body and soul entirely in this one thing, and not gwt bogged down by insecurities or doubts or second thoughts.

besides, lance tastes so good, it's easy to get lost in just that. so once he starts to deepen the kiss and press in closer, keith follows suit, parting his lips a little wider, letting his tongue swipe along the other man's impossibly soft lips. his hands press along the curve of lance's back, one slipping up, the other slipping lower still... his eyes are closed, but he's still able to turn them and walk lance up against his kitchen counter without trouble. ]

[For a guy who'd appeared to be awkward about the whole dating thing, Keith is actually really good at this bit. It takes only moments before Lance lets his own lips part and meets Keith's tongue with his own. One hand manages to slide under the other man's shirt, and Lance lets his hand start to roam across bare skin.

Keith runs warm, he's noticed, and hes a-okay with that.]

[ and keith's only getting warmer, the deeper their kiss gets, the more their hands wander. lance has got him beat with skin on skin, but he's not one to be so easily defeated. he's quick to shove a hand up beneath lance's own shirt—

only to remember he's still got his damn gloves on. ]

Goddamnit, [ he mutters on a huff, drawing away from their kiss so he can tug his gloves off

with his... teeth...

once bare, his hands return to explore lance's back beneath his shirt. his mouth now drops down to the crook of the other's neck. ]

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[Yeah, okay, watching him take off those gloves with his teeth might be really helping his boner along. Not that it needs much help. Especially when Keith's mouth is on his neck.

He lets his hips grind a little against Keith, pulling him closer for leverage, hands sliding to his hips for a better grip. Maybe even a little lower. ...Definitely a little lower, until Lance has his hands full of grade A Keith Kogane booty. He gives it a firm squeeze, because he can.]

[ the touch draws a low growl from keith, though it's tough to say if he's more turned on by it, or just frustrated lance beat him to something again. (probably both tbh.) his hands grasp at the hem of lance's shirt and he pulls away just far enough to draw the shirt up and over lance's head. it joins his gloves somewhere on the ground, forgotten and ignored. lance may have beaten him to the booty, but damned if he'll be beat to the chest. his mouth makes quick work of the spot beneath lance's ear while one hand brushes against and tweaks a nipple. ]

[Oh--hello, sensitive spot. He can't help the soft moan that escapes his lips, and even if he could, he wouldn't. Hips ground together as they are, Keith would be able to easily tell now that Lance is getting quite hard, quite quickly. He should be proud; despite doing this for a living, Lance is actually very excited about the prospect of sex with him.

His own hands move to fumble with Keith's belt, undoing it before unbuttoning his jeans. he pulls the zipper down just enough to be able to slide his hands back around and underneath said jeans, now able to directly grope that ass.]

[ keith is a little surprised (and maybe disappointed...) that lance has opted to grope in the back rather than the front....because lance is definitely not the only one affected by this. keith's well on his way there, swollen enough to show even in the darkness of his apartment (lol what are lights) and his dark boxer-briefs.

in any case, he quite liked hearing that moan, so he pinches at lance's nipple again, and again, trying to elicit more sounds. his mouth sucks a dark mark beneath lance's ear before trailing down, starting to drop kisses along his chest too. after a particularly aggressive grope, he grinds his hips eagerly against lance's definitely wasting no time in trying to get lance even more excited for this. ]

[All in due time, all in due time. He wants Keith to practically begging for that touch before he does it, even though it's incredibly tempting to just go right for it. His hands are itching for it. But he likes to tease.

Lance doesn't disappoint when it comes to sounds, especially when he doesn't have to fake it. Another hard grind against Keith's hips should be enough to tell him that Lance is very, very much excited, even if he's still encased by his jeans.]

Maybe we should...move somewhere a little more comfortable?

[ keith lifts his head with a mildly bewildered look, as if lance had just suggested something completely improbable. he's reluctant to stop, especially after enjoying their shared touches as much as he is (and he really, really is), but he realizes it's not only gonna be more comfortable but also... necessary... they're gonna need stuff eventually. ]

Oh — right...

[ he draws away after an absent kiss to the drop of lance's shoulder. reaches down to take his hand. ]

My room's this way.

[ just down the only little hall in the apartment, across the bathroom. all it is is a mattress on the floor, and like. two boxes. at least he's got pillows and sheets...

he tugs off his shirt once they're in there, running hot enough to start getting a little sweaty already. he tosses it aside as he starts to poke around the two boxes in there. condoms condoms... they gotta be here somewhere....... ]

[Stuff indeed.

...Wow, Keith, not even a bed frame? Oh well. He can empathize with the whole being poor thing, and plus, Keith is new in town anyway. He forgives him.]

I, uhh, I brought condoms in my wallet, if that's what you're looking for. And a packet or three of lube.

[Lance, the boy scout: always prepared!]

[ keith's rustling stops. he looks surprised but only for a second, because — duh. that just makes sense. ]

Good, cuz I'm pretty sure whatever ones I had are expired.

[ oops. a boy scout keith is not. he rises back up from his crouch, glancing between lance and his bed somewhat sheepishly. he rubs at the back of his neck. ]

It's, uh... it's more comfortable than it looks.

[He was hoping the date would lead to this, sooooooo...

He grabs his wallet from his pants pocket and takes out a strip of condoms, along with the aforementioned little lube packets. Boy, he would have probably screamed if their sex got interrupted due to expired condoms. Git gud, Keith.

With a laugh and a shake of his head, Lance moves to sit down on the bed, bouncing on it a little.]

Yeah, I can totally make do with this.

[ LOOK HE'LL BE MORE PREPARED NEXT TIME...

but he's left quirking a brow at lance's little show, inadvertent or not. his pants are still left open, so it's pretty obvious how much he liked seeing lance bounce like that. heh. ]

Good to know.

[ maybe he'll invest in nicer sheets anyway. anyway he quickly joins lance, settling a knee on the mattress and leaning over to capture his lips again, one hand flat on his lower back to try and coax the other to lay down. ]

[Oh, very obvious, and Lance can't help but grin. Pesky underwear is still in the way though... That's going to have to go ASAP.

He happily returns the kiss, and it doesn't take long until he's laying down on the bed. It is pretty comfortable, which is good, because he's fully intending to get Keith to pound him into it.]

Too many clothes...

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