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Thighs

Oh how Lance loved thighs, how soft and big they can be, the perfect replacement of a pillow. Which leads to the point of the brunette's ranting present time,

"He has THIGHS- LIKE- THIGHS FIT FOR GODS /Pidge/" The brunette stated rather manically, his small friend nodding unamused as this was the 7th time today hearing this 'new development'.

"How can things get any worse?? I've already fallen so badly for this /MAN/ then goes and shows off his /thighs/ for the first time and- what am I supposed to do now????????"

Exasperatedly, Lance fell back on the bed and threw his arm over his face, dramatically groaning for emphasis on his 'problem'

''u-huh ok Lance buddy, look, you have an issue. Its creepy dude- this is the 7th time today you screamed at me for this exact reason. Get out of my room with your disgusting love disease" they spoke, pushing their glasses up and back onto their face; eyes glancing momentarily at Lance as he stood up with a hurt frown.

''You are literally no help- whatever I'll take this to hunk, at least he has my back and will comfort me.''

With sticking out his tongue out the gremlin known as the green paladin he left, begrudgingly enough, continuing his journey to his larger friends' room. He felt a slight chill and crossed his arms with a huff, Lance turned the corner and slowly he made his way to whatever destination, which oddly enough, happens to be the training room. In which he caught another glimpse of the exact person he'd been complaining about, and the thighs, oh /god/ those thighs.

Lance shook his head, he knows better than to stare, he is a gentleman and is absolutely a man of consent. He finds consent very, very sexy.

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  He found his way back to his own room tired but unable to sleep, and most likely still not over his intrusive thoughts. He finally gave in and sighed. Getting up, the young Cuban made his way out of the cozy comfort of the fluffy duvet.

He sauntered to the door and out into the hall, it didn't take long until he made it to his destination.

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 Lance took in a deep breath, pressed his forehead to the door, and then knocked. The door slid open smoothly, the quick movement caused the brunette bangs to sway and fall over his eyes.

''La—nce?'' Keith spoke groggily rubbing his confused and sleepy eyes. Lance didn't reply, but stared, slowly letting his head hang once more as his whole body started to shake softly (this is often a symptom I get when I'm overstimulated in anyway, this is Lance being overstimulated by his thoughts.) The other's purple orbs squinted, then softened, He lifted his arms to gesture for a hug. In which the taller gladly accepted, the brunette's head lightly landed on the others shoulder as he was quick to wrap his arms around the ebony haired male, who did the same, wrapping his limbs around Lance's neck.

They basked in the embrace for some time, any tense muscles were now relaxed. Lance then slid his hands down Keith's body, fingers slowly tracing the pale figure before stopping just below his butt, gripping them He hoisted Keith up swiftly –which made the ebony haired male gasp & make an incoherent noise- and carried the smaller into the room. The door slid closed behind them as Lance continued his short journey to the bed, plopping Keith down onto it then crawling on top of the other, and finding himself comfortable between the latter's legs.

 After a few moments of finding steady breathing and relaxing, The Cuban spoke

''Did I ever tell you that, you have nice thighs? '' He finally muttered, playing and tracing the pale flesh he often marveled over. This caused Keith to blush ferociously, his warm skin now radiating with heat. Absentmindedly, Lance began to place soft kisses on the plush thighs. The Cuban continued placing tiny pecks here and there, moving his hand to gently rub the soft skin and sooth it, in which got hums from the latter in response.

Lance continued his way up placing kisses to his hip, abdomen, lifting the baggy sweatshirt just slightly to reach Keith's stomach, two on his ribcages, then multiple peppered on his collar bone. Finally arriving to his pale face, light pepper kisses on his cheeks and forehead.

The two males stared at each other's captivating eyes, studying and scanning every fine detail they could. Faces inching closer, only when they could feel their semi-steady breaths dance on their faces, did they pause. Keith's eyes fluttered closed and closed to gap fully, lips moving in-sync and want.

Passion devoured the duo, Keith grabbing lances arm and snaking his way up to wrap around his neck. Lance groaned and gripped the back of Keith's neck to pull him closer and deepen the passionate affection, his eyes too closing ever so slightly. Lance let his other hand travel to Keith's hip, gripping it as the latter gasped softly. This gave lance the opportunity to slip his tongue past the other's lips.

They continued their session for a while before separating to process and breath, both huffing heavily. Lance grinned only to have it returned with a softer one, oh boy did he want to kiss the smiling lips so badly and never stop. So that's what he did. Lance /still grinning/ leaned down, meeting Keith's lips with a soft but smiley and elongated kiss.

"Lance?" Keith breathed.

'' Yes, Keith? '' Questioned the somewhat concerned brunette, Keith only grinned wider.

"Me too" was all that was said, but Lance knew what the ebony male meant, and he couldn't be happier.

this was just a random jot that i wrote- k bye.