[He's searching Lance's face all the while, prepared for him to outright call him on his shit; there's a sharp denial already sitting at the edge of his tongue...sitting, nesting, thawing back down into his throat in the form of a fake lump. In comes leverage, suddenly. A hard surface at his back, when Keith wasn't even aware that they were moving. Excuse the uke gasp, as well as the panicked leap from his shoulder. That hand finds a small stone to grip, acting all the while like he hadn't meant to bring all of this on while, also, at the same time, not rejecting him at all.
His eyes belatedly focus on the hand pressed to the rock by his templeish area. He's feigning preoccupation with it as Lance touches him in a way similar to what he'd just been doing himself. Being in the receiving end is completely different, however. It's scary, but exciting too. This is the same guy who flew off a mountain with a motorcycle-hoverbike btw.
How? Something else that threatens to prematurely escape his vocals. Maybe he hasn't seen enough romcoms for this sort of thing, or maybe he's just anticipating the worst? Why would Lance even like him like that? Even now, he's just -- being Lance. His other hand falls from the back of his head, shifting beyond his neck in the form of a fist, settling at his chest...prepared to spread and shove, but he does not. A drawn-in breath and a lead from Lance's earlier actions; he turns his head back toward Lance's, semi-nuzzling it, but the goal here's a bit different. His lips purse against his palm just slightly, just enough. He's insecure about the whole thing and yet, something's making him feel just courageous enough....]
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His eyes belatedly focus on the hand pressed to the rock by his templeish area. He's feigning preoccupation with it as Lance touches him in a way similar to what he'd just been doing himself. Being in the receiving end is completely different, however. It's scary, but exciting too. This is the same guy who flew off a mountain with a motorcycle-hoverbike btw.
How? Something else that threatens to prematurely escape his vocals. Maybe he hasn't seen enough romcoms for this sort of thing, or maybe he's just anticipating the worst? Why would Lance even like him like that? Even now, he's just -- being Lance. His other hand falls from the back of his head, shifting beyond his neck in the form of a fist, settling at his chest...prepared to spread and shove, but he does not. A drawn-in breath and a lead from Lance's earlier actions; he turns his head back toward Lance's, semi-nuzzling it, but the goal here's a bit different. His lips purse against his palm just slightly, just enough. He's insecure about the whole thing and yet, something's making him feel just courageous enough....]