The Half of It

Chapter Twelve

*EXPLICIT CONTENT*

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"Why are you looking at me like that?'' Lance questioned with a fearful voice, as he hesitantly closed the door on his room behind him and the demon. The boy witnessed Keith's withdrawal from the shadow form that reminded him of a kaleidoscope that kept coming back together and falling apart again, something close to the broken tessellation possibly being glued back up, and when Keith returned to his human form again, he was stark naked.

Lance's jaw slacked at the mere sight.

''Close your mouth or the midge is going to fly in.'' Keith mused, greeting brunet's shocked expression with a playful smirk. The demon had no shame, Lance concluded, which just proved to be correct when Keith instead of covering his body reached out to run a hand through his fuzzy hair which Lance couldn't focus on at all with the given situation. 

Lance couldn't get the hang of all the moods which circulated back and forth through their chain, as he believed that the demon was prone to occasional mood-swings which derived from his dystopian nature, but when it began roller-coasting with Keith's palm on his shoulder, voice in his ear, and breath on his neck, Lance realized that he was way too far from having anything figured out about their connection.

''Cat caught your tongue? Wait, no. It was the midge.'' The demon mocked, observing the confused brunet who instantly turned away.

''Mind putting something on? You're disturbing my privacy policy.''

Keith only offered an effortless shrug. ''You shivered at my touch, Lance.'' The demon approached him. ''And I know you liked it.''

Lance sucked in his lower lip, pinning it down with his tongue as he tried to ignore the looming presence that he mentally fought to push away. ''It's the connection's fault for making me feel that way.'' He turned around, looking into Keith's grave face. ''That's all.''

''I tried to keep you calm. I sent you nirvana, you sent me the horny. Penny for your thoughts?''

''Get those ideas out of your head.'' Lance huffed with Keith one breath away. 

''I'll get them into in yours instead.'' 

''I won't let you.''

''You think I asked you?'' Keith roughly grabbed the fistful of Lance's shirt, tugging him forward until they were nose-to-nose. It was apparent that the demon was establishing dominance with his unsettling gaze, urging the mocha boy to yield. ''Just because you taught me a thing or two about human emotions doesn't mean I'll look away from what you make me feel. Trust me, this one is fully global.''

Lance put a hand over Keith's mouth. ''No kissing.''

''I want to touch you.''  

''As long as you respect my boundaries.''

''Fine.'' The demon gritted his teeth, as he suddenly released the boy only to have him forcefully pushed against the door. He trapped the boy with his body, his hands getting him out of the shirt in a jiffy.