Sweet Cream

"Are you even listening to me?"

Drool leaked from the corners of his mouth, golden eyes glazed over and hooded. He's not sure why he's surprised. Lance knew damn well how hard it can be to keep the shorter man's attention.

He hummed, swiped a long, slender finger through the cream, and brought it up between their faces. Mash's eyes followed, still hooded and dazed, but hyper focused. Lance smirked, and quickly smeared the cream down Mash's face, from brow to the tip of his nose.

Mash's hand practically appeared around Lance'a wrist, so fast it startled him into flinching his hand at the shear speed of the approach. Almost as fast as Mash had grabbed his wrist, he had dropped open his mouth and popped Lance's finger into it.