Tan Skin and Pink Lips, and Damn, Keith is So Far Gone
They’ve been at this for a while now, been giving subtle glances and fleeting touches all day, grinding and touching and whimpering for hours. They came together so easily, so right, and Keith often finds his breath being stolen away at the sight of Lance’s long legs, his dark eyes, his cocky smirk.
He loves Lance.
And Lance, with his loud personality, his carefully soft skin, his easy smile, knows this. Knows just how to make Keith come undone.