[Yes to the last thing, not sure about the rest. sumimasen...
Speaking has actually never helped Keith do a single thing in his life. If urged to, he'd probably immediately deny kissing him or even thinking about doing that because not only is it weird to be kissing Lance -- as Keith, but it's weird to be thinking about crushes or any of that such nonsense. Where most teens spend their days pining for obscene forms of company, Keith can be found cracking Cicada 3301 or shitposting as 9MOTHER9HORSE9EYES9. No talking, no problem. Being as it were, the more he's not thinking about it (this must be what people on Fear Factor do when they have to eat tarantulas), the longer he just endure -- reciprocates, enjoys...
The more he feels like he's gonna freak the hell out. This is why we can't have nice things, so on and so forth. It doesn't happen, however, as they both seem to find comfort in violence. The tug isn't anything forceful; it's enough to compel his head a certain way, tilt his chin up. It prompts a soft gasp (™) and only then does he realize how out of breath he is.
There's hardly any space between his mouth and Lance's, even as he deliberately lets his chin sit at a particular angle where they aren't aligned enough to spur another liplock. A slight change could fix that, but right now he's just breathing, regarding Lance with half-lids. A leg outstretches underwater, bending behind the paladin's thigh in place of any encouraging (or discouraging) words. He's still not trusting himself to say anything...this is fine.]
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Speaking has actually never helped Keith do a single thing in his life. If urged to, he'd probably immediately deny kissing him or even thinking about doing that because not only is it weird to be kissing Lance -- as Keith, but it's weird to be thinking about crushes or any of that such nonsense. Where most teens spend their days pining for obscene forms of company, Keith can be found cracking Cicada 3301 or shitposting as 9MOTHER9HORSE9EYES9. No talking, no problem. Being as it were, the more he's not thinking about it (this must be what people on Fear Factor do when they have to eat tarantulas), the longer he just endure -- reciprocates, enjoys...
The more he feels like he's gonna freak the hell out. This is why we can't have nice things, so on and so forth. It doesn't happen, however, as they both seem to find comfort in violence. The tug isn't anything forceful; it's enough to compel his head a certain way, tilt his chin up. It prompts a soft gasp (™) and only then does he realize how out of breath he is.
There's hardly any space between his mouth and Lance's, even as he deliberately lets his chin sit at a particular angle where they aren't aligned enough to spur another liplock. A slight change could fix that, but right now he's just breathing, regarding Lance with half-lids. A leg outstretches underwater, bending behind the paladin's thigh in place of any encouraging (or discouraging) words. He's still not trusting himself to say anything...this is fine.]