insideoflight | 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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[ smh, you're a terrible actor, lance. this is why keith's going to win.

i mean. either way... win/win.

but he'll be leaning in now, sitting up on his seat so he can be eye-level with lance. one hand comes up, gently trailing the curve of his jaw as keith hovers in close, nearly lip to lip... ]

Wash your dishes.

[Lance's eye twitches. Twitches. He's ready to grab Keith and toss him over the back of the couch and walk away. But--no, he agreed to this, even if this little shit is going to be a little shit about it.

He bites down on his lower lip to as not to give him some very choice words. Standing up again, Lance trudges his way back to the sink, but not before grabbing Keith's plate as well. The ceramic might be clattering a little more louder than usual, though.]

[ well! color keith surprised. he's basking in the triumph of that particular move for a moment...

but, yeah, the clattering is a little tough to ignore. so he rolls his eyes, climbing back up to his feet so walk on back over. ]

Aw, c'mon, don't be mad... [ he walks up just behind lance, slipping his arms around the taller boy's waist and neatly tucking himself up against his back. ] That was way too good to pass up.

I'm not mad, I'm disappointed.

[He huffs a little, but can't help but lean back against Keith. He's warm, alright.]

[ a soft snort, half-buried against lance's neck. ]

You would've done the same thing, admit it.

Here, let me make it up to you—

[ cue one of his hands (which had previously been rubbing idle circles over lance's stomach) trailing down to fiddle with the fastenings of his pants... ]

That's totally not the point here--

[But. Okay. Right. That's a good start, and he tilts his head so that he can place a few kisses to the parts of Keith's neck that he can get to from this position.]

[ lance will get about a couple of smooches on an ear, but keith's too focused on his task to mourn the loss of neck kisses. button and fly undone, he's eagerly reaching into the opening to palm greedily at the other. ]

Don't stop washing dishes.

[ you've still gotta listen to him... right? ]

[Oh, hell.

Lance doesn't know whether this is something to complain about or not. Because while yes, he still has to keep doing the dishes, he's got the heat of Keith's hand against him. He bites back a bit of a moan that threatens to escape his lips, instead choosing to try focusing on the dishes.

Bit of soap here, sponge there...]

[ keith is as quiet as ever, working diligently to stroke lance to full hardness, all within the confines of whatever sexy underwear he's decided to put on that night. he lowers his head, teeth baring down over the curve of his shoulder — gently at first, matching the leisurely pace of his strokes. like he's got all the time in the world. ]

[It's a pair of lacy red ones that night. He'd been careful not to get them stained or damaged in any way in case Keith wanted to see him in them. Lance's hands tremble on the last glass he's cleaning, though thankfully he doesn't drop it (and even if he did, it's only inches away from the bottom of the sink).

Even with his job and the fact that he's being touched nearly every night, Keith has a way of pulling the arousal out of him quickly and easily. His erection swells in Keith's hand, and he makes little pleased sounds as he works at him.]

[ nice. keith loves red, and moreso he loves red on lance. he manages to snag a peek at them when he fits his chin over the other's shoulder, barely stifling a groan of approval against lance's ear.

too greedy to be patient, keith draws out lance's dick, giving himself more room to work his fist along the length of it, delighting in how it hardens at his tough. his own cock's just about swelled enough to definitely be noticeable as he presses his hips forward against the curve of lance's ass. ]

[Lance can't help but rock his hips back a little against the bulge he now feels against him. Just as good as the feeling of Keith stroking him is the feeling and knowledge that the other man is getting off on this, too, and Lance is always eager to please. Especially when that person is Keith.]

Mmnnn...

Pretty woman~ w/ marmorite

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HOW THE HELL DID I FORGET TO RESPOND TO THIS when I am so thirsty