#c. lotor

AFTERCARE STARTERS || accepting!

He’s all too happy to sink into the comforting touch, practically purrs for it.  He’s thankful for the help, though he’s not sure he could manage to vocalize it just yet.  He hums his approval though, drawing Lotor in once they’ve settled beneath warm covers and curling against his side with a soft: “ Don’t go. “ beneath his breath -- the request is met all too happily.  

bite me i guess || accepting!

The noise that pitches in his throat is KEENING.  He’s pressed flat against the nearest wall with enough force to rattle his teeth and suddenly those fangs are buried in his neck.  Fuck, did he draw blood?  It’s entirely unfair how it steals the breath from him, the heat that rolls down his shoulder could be lust - driven, or he could be bleeding – and frankly, Keith doesn’t know what’s fucking hotter.

Keith won’t ever be the first to admit that he’s hard to shut up – he runs his mouth relentlessly.  Especially in situations like these.  Lotor should be PROUD though, at the noise he wins and the jump of Keiths hips as he tips his head back against the wall and MOANS – Without a single witty, hot retort to follow. 

– Speechless, it seems. 

Keith is by far the least social of their group -- and there’s admittedly a second where he debates just turning on his heel before Lotor spots him entering the room.  He reconsiders as he watches the prince hard at work against a set of training bots.