Red

23

Lance had started testosterone in the next month. Lance and Keith had established their relationship and Hunk was thinking about visiting.

Keith and Lance were cuddling on Lance's bed. Drifting in and out of sleep. Keith pressing soft kisses to the nape of Lance's neck.

"Keeith." Lance whines.

"Hmm?"

"That tickles!"

"Oh does it?" Keith chuckles, the sound reverberating in his chest.

"Yeah!" Lance laughs.

Keith presses butterfly kisses from the base of Lance's neck to right under his hairline.

Lance's breath hitches and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

"You okay?" Keith mutters against his neck.

Lance nods, not trusting himself to speak.

"We don't have to do anything y'know." Keith mutters.

"I know."

"Do- do you want to?"

"K-kinda? I dunno."

"Well we can try? And if you don't feel comfortable enough then we don't have to go any further."

Lance nods, turning around so he can face Keith.

"You're so damn handsome, you know that?" Keith smiles.

"Oh shut up." Lance snorts.

"Make- mmph!"

Lance presses his lips to Keith's, hands tangling into his hair.
Keith groans and kisses back, hauling Lance over his lap. Lance was doing a lot better with physical contact ever since he and Keith started dating.

Lance pulls away, eyes half lidded.

"Fuck- Lance you're so-"

"Shut up." Lance laughs breathlessly.

"Nuh-uh not til I tell you how incredibly attractive you are. Damn, how'd I end up with a guy like you?" Keith chuckles.

"I should be asking that." Lance huffs.

Keith rolls his eyes, reaching up to kiss Lance.

"What's the magic word?"

"Please." Keith breathes, eyes hooded.

Lance smiles and kisses Keith, rocking his hips slightly. Keith gasps and groans, hands gripping Lance's hips.

Lance pulls away again, smirking.

"That your knife in your pocket or you just happy to see me?" Lance teases.

"Shut up." Keith whines.

"I'm just joking Keith." Lance smiles.

Keith huffs and pushes Lance off.

"Babe? Are you mad?"

"What? No. Lance I'm not mad you dummy." Keith laughs

"Oh."

"I dont wanna force you if you aren't ready."

"You aren't forcing me, Keith." Lance huffs.

"You could just be saying that."

"But I'm not! I'm comfortable to do these things with you because I know you won't hurt me." Lance smiles.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Keith. Ill tell you if I feel uncomfortable."

"Thank you." Keith breathes.