( gross. don't do that. he even took the time to wash his hair this morning...! but, anyway. keith winds up just laughing softly to himself at lance's over the top reaction. they cuddling right now, with talks of doing the Do™ at some point. is it really that shocking to talk about whether or not underwear is being worn under pajamas? )
I dunno. It still seems kinda weird to me, wearing robes, I mean. I think I'll just stick to what I know.
[ stop... it's easy to separate those thoughts when he can focus on one instead of the other. but now he's embarrassed, and he winds up burying his face into that fluffy hair to hide the heat on his cheeks. hmph. ]
I'm gonna find you a robe, Keith Kogane. I'm gonna make you fall in love with it, too, you'll see.
( what's he hiding them for? it's not like keith can see it. not only that but it's dark in here, so even if they were facing each other he couldn't see it. so silly. besides, isn't it way more embarrassing to be burying his face in keith's hair??? )
I really doubt that. But, I also doubt that's going to stop you from trying.
[ lance's laugh is a few short puffs of warm air against keith's hair. without thinking, he hugs the other man a little tighter, drawing their bodies even closer together. he's starting to feel the pull of slumber start to drag him down... even with the suits regulating their temperature, there's a nice warmth here that he has to admit he's missed. ]
( again all keith does is respond with a sleepy sort of sound that he heard him but he's more than content to just stay in that twilight of sleep before handing himself over completely. and when he does, which is awfully quick, keith sleeps the best he's slept in ages. it'll be something he thinks about the next day at some point, but obviously not while he's sleeping.
he doesn't move much during the night, just winds up pressed absolutely firm against lance's body with no space for air, let alone jesus. his mind wakes up first, but in that hazy way where he knows he's going to be awake awake soon so he can start his day. his eyes don't feel like opening yet because he wants to still just doze for a little while longer. he makes a soft noise as he shifts his hips just a little, his mind sort of supplying a dream that he's sitting on the couch in the shack back in the desert and that one spring that would always poke him in the butt before he'd just move to the other side. )
[ lance dreams that night. it's a complete contrast to their first evening there, where things had been so tense (despite the... physical pay-off he partook in, by himself) that his sleep had been restless. but this time around he'd slept so soundly that his mind actually found the time to wander. he dreams about nothing of import, and nothing in particular, just flashing images of their time on the castleship, some planets they've previously visited and, funnily enough, the cardboard voltron he and the others had performed in for the coalition. but flashing images were all they were, flipping through his mind's eye like pages of a book. by the time morning comes, he's feel so well rested that he's hesitate to drag himself out of that sleep, instead trying to burrow further and further into it as soon as he begins to notice the claws of consciousness try to hook themselves in.
his body is warm, and wonderfully rested to the point his limbs feel heavy. that "spring" poking keith in the ass is, unfortunately, a result of his body's full night of rest, blood rushing where it is sometimes wont to in the morning. a healthy reaction for a healthy body and mind.
sadly, he is not conscious enough to make much sense of it, and instead chases the little bit of friction he's offered. a low, muffled groan escapes him, buried where his face is pressed firmly into the back of keith's neck, and he rocks his hips forward in a purely instinctive motion, seeking to press himself further into that pressure. ]
( maybe it might be easier if that was a spring poking him, but it isn't and it won't be easy once they're both fully awake. at the very least, keith understands about bodies and their reactions so he won't think much of it.
or, rather, that would've been how he would've reacted before all this.
but, as soon as that groan filters through his brain, his eyes snap open and reality comes rushing in without hesitation or care. suddenly he knows what's poking him and heat floods through his body from head to toe. he's stricken immobile for a few moments, unsure what he should do, when lance rocks against him like that. he bites his bottom lip trying to decide if he should try and slip out of this hold quietly or wake lance up.
waking him up is probably the right choice.
he keeps hold of lance's hand (he won't think of the implications of what that means that they held on to each other all night) and brushes his thumb over his skin and quietly, sleepily speaks up, )
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I dunno. It still seems kinda weird to me, wearing robes, I mean. I think I'll just stick to what I know.
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I'm gonna find you a robe, Keith Kogane. I'm gonna make you fall in love with it, too, you'll see.
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I really doubt that. But, I also doubt that's going to stop you from trying.
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[ lance's laugh is a few short puffs of warm air against keith's hair. without thinking, he hugs the other man a little tighter, drawing their bodies even closer together. he's starting to feel the pull of slumber start to drag him down... even with the suits regulating their temperature, there's a nice warmth here that he has to admit he's missed. ]
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he doesn't move much during the night, just winds up pressed absolutely firm against lance's body with no space for air, let alone jesus. his mind wakes up first, but in that hazy way where he knows he's going to be awake awake soon so he can start his day. his eyes don't feel like opening yet because he wants to still just doze for a little while longer. he makes a soft noise as he shifts his hips just a little, his mind sort of supplying a dream that he's sitting on the couch in the shack back in the desert and that one spring that would always poke him in the butt before he'd just move to the other side. )
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his body is warm, and wonderfully rested to the point his limbs feel heavy. that "spring" poking keith in the ass is, unfortunately, a result of his body's full night of rest, blood rushing where it is sometimes wont to in the morning. a healthy reaction for a healthy body and mind.
sadly, he is not conscious enough to make much sense of it, and instead chases the little bit of friction he's offered. a low, muffled groan escapes him, buried where his face is pressed firmly into the back of keith's neck, and he rocks his hips forward in a purely instinctive motion, seeking to press himself further into that pressure. ]
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or, rather, that would've been how he would've reacted before all this.
but, as soon as that groan filters through his brain, his eyes snap open and reality comes rushing in without hesitation or care. suddenly he knows what's poking him and heat floods through his body from head to toe. he's stricken immobile for a few moments, unsure what he should do, when lance rocks against him like that. he bites his bottom lip trying to decide if he should try and slip out of this hold quietly or wake lance up.
waking him up is probably the right choice.
he keeps hold of lance's hand (he won't think of the implications of what that means that they held on to each other all night) and brushes his thumb over his skin and quietly, sleepily speaks up, )
Lance... Lance wake up.