#humpdayish

“Hmm. You’ve got a way with words, pretty boy,” Keith whispered, against his lips. “Come here.” He pulled him in closer, and they wrapped their arms around each other tightly as Lance lowered himself, their resulting gasps swallowed into a breathless kiss.

It wasn’t just warmth pooling in Lance’s stomach; it was light. Resplendent, getting brighter and brighter, fueled by Keith’s touch and his sounds and his proclamations of love. The light curled itself around his limbs, spread from each point of contact with Keith, pulsed with each gasp and moan that fell from his own lips.

When the heat and light burst, Lance felt weightless. His head was muddled, hazy. He anchored himself back with Keith’s kiss as his hands continued to move Lance’s hips. It was just below too much, but Lance’s mind was still catching up. He let out soft grunts each time Keith pushed into him until Keith went still and collapsed against the headboard. He kept his iron grip on Lance’s hipbone as he caught his breath and Lance busied himself with pushing back the rebellious strands of hair sticking to Keith's sweaty forehead with trembling fingers.

“I love you,” Lance whispered tiredly, nosing against his cheek.

Lance nodded, staring up at Keith in awe as he felt the slow drag of his length. He bit down on his lip and slid his hands across Keith’s back as his legs pressed against his sides. “Ke-Keith….” Keith’s nose nuzzled into his neck as he hummed in question. “Kiss me. Please, kiss-”

He felt Keith’s lips against him immediately along with the slow roll of his hips. Their pants and moans mingled together to make a single breath, each sound echoed into the other’s mouth. Lance put one of his hands against Keith’s cheek and Keith tilted his head to press into the touch.

“I love you,” Keith swore breathlessly. His hips pushed forward, making Lance cry out as his back arched up. Keith stayed there and took the chance to press kisses against Lance’s neck. “So, so fucking much.”

“I’m sure,” he said with a smile as he ran his hands down Keith’s thighs before parting his knees. “Can I borrow this?” He tugged at the hair tie on Keith’s wrist, making his hand move limply. Keith nodded slowly, transfixed by him. Lance pulled the hair tie off his wrist and pushed the wavy locks of hair that liked to fall into his eyes back.

When his hair was up, Keith chuckled and bit his lip. Lance hummed in question and Keith reached over to touch the tuft of loose curls. “It’s like a little palm tree.”

“Shut up,” Lance said with a laugh. He tugged Keith’s boxers down and started pressing kisses to his inner thigh. His hands spread up his thigh to his hip, pushing his shirt up before he started unbuttoning it slowly from the top.

He pushed it off his shoulders, let it stay draped over his arms. He looked like a god splayed out like that. His eyes were honed in on Lance, watching his movements, his expressions. But Lance wanted him to take. Needed him to be okay with taking.

He ran his hands down his torso, biting his lip as he watched the way Keith took calculated breaths. He lowered himself to let his breaths ghost over Keith, his eyes flickering up to Keith.

“Fuck,” Keith whispered. “You can’t just look at me like that, pretty boy. You’re gonna ruin me.”

It was true, and that terrified him. Still, if Keith was going to feel that fear, he didn’t mind that it was with Lance. In his arms, Lance relaxed. He grabbed Keith’s hands and pulled them up under his chest, cradling them.

He turned and cuddled into Keith’s chest. It seemed like he was trying to say something, but Keith wasn’t sure what. His eyes kept scanning Keith’s face, and honestly it freaked him out a bit. He looked like he was about to break down, and that was a very different reaction than what they’d been doing a couple minutes before.

Then Lance took his face in his hands and just kissed him. It was a messy, frantic kiss, the kind that left Keith breathless and dizzy and itching to remove all possible space between them.

He pulled him in by the small of his back and splayed his hand over his hipbone, fingers digging into the flesh of his legs. Lance pulled back from the kiss, face scrunched up in a mix of emotions. His lips were swollen and shiny, trembling as he breathed hard. He whispered something in Spanish, and Keith furrowed his eyebrows. He’d taken basic Spanish, but Lance always had new words and phrases for him. “What?”

Even when his mouth filled, Keith didn't stop. Lance let go of his hair, settling for running a shaky hand along his cheek, pushing his hair back.

“A-ah… Easy, principe," he croaked, voice broken. Keith slowed his ministrations down to tender licks and kisses as Lance collapsed against the bed. “Fuck.” Keith smiled to himself as Lance caught his breath.

Their hands remained interlocked as he peppered the inside of his thighs with kisses. He trailed them lightly up to his stomach, nipping occasionally because it made Lance grumble adorably. With his free hand, he traced light patterns along his skin, pushing under the sweater to feel the way Lance’s heartbeat spread through his body. He felt Lance tug at his hand to get his attention. He looked up and found tired blue eyes on him, a small smile on his face.

“C’mere,” he mumbled. Keith pulled himself up and slotted himself beside Lance, scooping him into his arms. “I’m so happy I found you….” Keith’s breaths hitched, and he buried his face into Lance’s damp hair.

“Sweetheart….”

“I mean it. With all my heart.”

A cute little blush had spread over his cheeks, and Keith had half a mind to hold him right there for the rest of forever. Instead, he kissed him one more time before getting up from the bed to go to his drawer. When he turned back to the bed, he saw Lance rest on his side, propped up by his elbow as he watched him. He looked so good, half naked with only Keith’s sweater, and even then, it was hitched up against his stomach.

“I wanna try this a different way, if that’s okay,” Keith whispered. Lance tilted his head, eyes bright and curious, and in the openness of his expression, Keith could see how entirely he trusted him. “Turn around for me.”

Lance frowned a bit, but he turned onto his other side as Keith scooped him back up into his arms. “I’ll get to look at you, right?”

“Trust me.” He pressed a kiss to his cheek and handed him the condom and lube he’d grabbed. “Hold this?” Lance took the items. When Keith motioned for the lube, Lance squeezed some onto his fingers. He kept one arm wrapped around his chest, warm and smooth and rising with each breath. He felt Lance's body twitch when Keith's finger breached him. "Is it okay?"

“How can you still ask?”

Lance blushed and shook his head. He leaned down to kiss Keith quickly before placing his hands on Keith’s chest. Then he started moving, seemingly able to control the movement better from there. As Lance came undone above him, Keith found himself entirely enraptured by the sight of him.

He looked flushed, biting the collar of his sweater as that blissful expression settled over his face. Beautiful. So beautiful. It made Keith breathless and dizzy. His hands moved of their own accord, adoring every inch of his body he could touch. He rocked his hips upward, and Lance’s speed increased. They shared a sloppy kiss interrupted by the occasional rolls of their hips, but they were both too stubborn to stop doing one in favor of the other.

Lance had said that he was Keith’s. That all of him was Keith’s. Impossible to believe, but he’d said it, and Keith knew in his heart that he meant it. But he also hoped Lance knew it meant the same for him. It meant Keith was also Lance’s, completely his.

“Oh I like that one,” Lance joked as he shifted to lay over Keith. “But now you’ve got me beat and I have to come up with more.” Keith placed his hands on his hips, smiling up at him in all his tousle-haired, goofy-grinned glory. He pulled him down into a kiss, meeting him halfway by propping himself up on his elbow. “I might not be too good at this,” Lance whispered, kissing him a little more hesitantly.

“Mm. Hope you are, ‘cause if you can’t ride me, that’s a dealbreaker for me.”

“Shut the fuck up, you asshole,” Lance said, shiving him back down, fighting off a smile.

Keith laughed and let his fingertips trail along Lance’s thighs. “I’m just saying… Don’t freak out over this. I just like getting to be with you. Here.” Keith pushed him up a bit and shifted so he could sit up and lean against the wall. He pulled Lance in by the front of the sweater and settled him on his hips. “Relax.”

“Okay….”