[Hunk laughs and tightens his arm, fingers splayed wide against his back and pushing up, until he's gripping lightly at the hair at the back of his head. He ruffles and plays with it idly.]
You cold? Good thing I'm a multi-purpose teddy bear.
[So he's taking it as a compliment and allowing himself to be suitably pleased when-- ah, yeah, Keith's going on the attack. Hunk makes a sound that's part flustered laugh and part exhaled noise.]
Th-- thanks.
[One does not kiss their teddy bears like this. He's not saying that, but the absurd thought flickers through his head and he laughs again as his hand cradles the back of Keith's neck, his thumb tracing down the nape.]
[Keith is not arguing. Hunk is correct. This is not innocent cuddling. Not even a little. At least Keith's hands haven't gone wander--
Oh no there they go, down Hunk's chest, between the two of them, down further to start tugging his shirt up. Tipsy and handsy. It's a good combination.
He catches Hunk's earlobe between his teeth before murmuring.] Is it bad?
[Keith is so forward. There he goes. Hunk's squirming, face hot, his hands moving automatically to grasp at Keith's back, press his fingers into it between his shoulders.]
N-not... bad? I mean. Couldn't ever be bad. Really.
[Keith is a deadly combination of cute and sexy when he's tipsy. He turns his head and, since it's nice and close, kisses the side of Keith's neck gently.]
[Keith doesn't want it to be bad. He also doesn't want to stop. That's probably pretty obvious since both hands are now going wandering straight up Hunk's chest. IT's fine, right?
RIGHT? MAYBE?
He exhales a terribly pleased sigh at the feeling of those lips at his neck, head falling to the side to give Hunk better access. More of that is definitely fine.]
Hunk pauses briefly, then presses his nose into Keith's skin with a slow inhale. He kisses, nips gently at the line of a tendon, though he has to ask because he wouldn't want to take advantage:]
[Keith lets his eyes fall shut, sighing a soft happy little sigh at the continued attention. But then there's that question and he smiles, leaning back to meet Hunk's gaze.]
Worried I'm drunk?
[Hunk is the sweetest.] Not much. I texted you right as I was starting.
[A shot or two. But he's a lightweight so he's feeling it. But still well within his control.]
[Keith informs him, with a smile of his own, going back to letting his head loll to the side s Hunk kisses along his neck. More of that please. That's lovely.
His own hands continue wandering up his chest, dragging the shirt up as he goes. Because he can.]
That's pretty sexy, you know. The gentleman thing.
[Keith echoes. Interested. And why wouldn't he be interested? He's currently getting exactly what he wants, so he has no room or reason to complain.
He meets the kiss that comes with a soft, happy little hum. All approval. More of that, Hunk. So much more of that. Even if they're currently making out on the kitchen floor. Well. He could certainly think of worse places.]
[Hunk noticed that interest and he pulls back to mumble the words into his lips with a teasing inflection. His eyebrows are lifted, his hands rucking Keith's shirt up inch by inch until he can smooth his fingertips along his back.]
[Probably mostly never. He's entirely innocent Hunk. Surely that's crystal clear by the little smirk of a grin that he's trying very hard to keep off his face right now. RIght?]
Within reason sounds good.
[He shifts so that he's more on his knees now, straddling Hunk's lap and giving himself the height advantage.] What's at the edge of reason?
[Mmhmm. Entirely innocent, yes, Hunk can see that by the grin. His lips are twitching up too, irrepressible. He leans back on one hand, gazing up at Keith as he enjoys the new angle.]
Edge of reason? Hmmm.
I dunno, what exactly are you thinking about, Keith?
[Keith considers this. But okay he nods. This is a negotiation he can accepted. Another quick peck of a kiss.]
All right.
[And with that Keith is up on his feet, holding a hand down towards Hunk. Let's go. Off the floor. Where to next. Beds are nice. He could be persuaded for bed. But he's also a little tipsy and not the best at waiting so. Better move fast.]
[Whoa hey wait why aren't his feet on the floor anymore? Keith blinks and glances down, then at Hunk. Hmm. Actually this isn't remotely unpleasant, actually. In fact, he's more than okay with this. He wraps his arms around Hunk's neck and leans in to kiss up along his jaw.]
Yeah, okay. Where are we going?
[Keith is clearly up for wherever as long as they're going there together. Take him away, Hunk. Though he'll also probably wind up being fairly distracting, kissing and biting his way over Hunk's jaw, down to his neck.]
[But Keith, yeah, he's hella distracting. He shivers and arches his neck unthinkingly, baring the line of it to Keith as his eyelids flutter. His fingers squeeze softly where they support his body, restless kneading into his skin through his clothes.
He even stumbles along the way but keeps himself together long enough to get to the bedroom, staggering to the bed.]
[Right here in Hunk's arms. But he supposes that it's better if they're in bed, that way Hunk doesn't have to keep porting him around and can have his hands free. That's nice too. But. Keith will certainly make the most of the trip.
He finds one particular spot on Hunk's neck and bites, still nibbling even as Hunk finally makes his way to the bed.]
But bed is best... [He finally agrees, even if there's a grin playing on his lips as he says it.]
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[Keith agrees, hiding a smile against Hunk's neck, nuzzling his way in, winding his arms securely around Hunk in turn.]
Warm... [Keith murmurs, approvingly.]
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You cold? Good thing I'm a multi-purpose teddy bear.
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[Keith informs him, quite pleased with himself for solving this particular problem. By leeching Hunk's body heat. Keith's a solutions guy, clearly.]
The best teddy bear.
[Keith confirms. And then, because he's in the perfect position for it, he'll start kissing rather lazily at Hunk's neck.]
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Th-- thanks.
[One does not kiss their teddy bears like this. He's not saying that, but the absurd thought flickers through his head and he laughs again as his hand cradles the back of Keith's neck, his thumb tracing down the nape.]
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You're welcome...
[He murmurs in between kisses, slipping in a sharper-than-necessary nip while he's at it, working his way slowly up to his jaw.]
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Keith...
I'm just gonna say it, this is way not innocent cuddling. [Just. So you know, Keith. Important to mention. Obvs he didn't realise.]
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[Keith is not arguing. Hunk is correct. This is not innocent cuddling. Not even a little. At least Keith's hands haven't gone wander--
Oh no there they go, down Hunk's chest, between the two of them, down further to start tugging his shirt up. Tipsy and handsy. It's a good combination.
He catches Hunk's earlobe between his teeth before murmuring.] Is it bad?
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N-not... bad? I mean. Couldn't ever be bad. Really.
[Keith is a deadly combination of cute and sexy when he's tipsy. He turns his head and, since it's nice and close, kisses the side of Keith's neck gently.]
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[Keith doesn't want it to be bad. He also doesn't want to stop. That's probably pretty obvious since both hands are now going wandering straight up Hunk's chest. IT's fine, right?
RIGHT? MAYBE?
He exhales a terribly pleased sigh at the feeling of those lips at his neck, head falling to the side to give Hunk better access. More of that is definitely fine.]
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Hunk pauses briefly, then presses his nose into Keith's skin with a slow inhale. He kisses, nips gently at the line of a tendon, though he has to ask because he wouldn't want to take advantage:]
Sooo, how much did you have to drink by yourself?
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Worried I'm drunk?
[Hunk is the sweetest.] Not much. I texted you right as I was starting.
[A shot or two. But he's a lightweight so he's feeling it. But still well within his control.]
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[But Hunk's lips break into a relieved smile. Okay. So. Not much, then, so Hunk will just guiltlessly kiss up the line of Keith's neck.
All the while his hands slide up his back, working their way up without hurrying to hike up his shirt.]
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[Keith informs him, with a smile of his own, going back to letting his head loll to the side s Hunk kisses along his neck. More of that please. That's lovely.
His own hands continue wandering up his chest, dragging the shirt up as he goes. Because he can.]
That's pretty sexy, you know. The gentleman thing.
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He grips the back of Keith's shirt, coaxing it up too.]
Well, you know... I want to look out for you. Make sure you get everything that you want.
[And nothing he doesn't want! He kisses under Keith's ear, shifts to find his lips for a sweet kiss.]
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[Keith echoes. Interested. And why wouldn't he be interested? He's currently getting exactly what he wants, so he has no room or reason to complain.
He meets the kiss that comes with a soft, happy little hum. All approval. More of that, Hunk. So much more of that. Even if they're currently making out on the kitchen floor. Well. He could certainly think of worse places.]
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[Hunk noticed that interest and he pulls back to mumble the words into his lips with a teasing inflection. His eyebrows are lifted, his hands rucking Keith's shirt up inch by inch until he can smooth his fingertips along his back.]
But, you know. Within reason, everything.
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[Probably mostly never. He's entirely innocent Hunk. Surely that's crystal clear by the little smirk of a grin that he's trying very hard to keep off his face right now. RIght?]
Within reason sounds good.
[He shifts so that he's more on his knees now, straddling Hunk's lap and giving himself the height advantage.] What's at the edge of reason?
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Edge of reason? Hmmm.
I dunno, what exactly are you thinking about, Keith?
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Mm... I have a few ideas.
[He usually does. Not exactly subtle about them either. Another stolen kiss.]
Most of them involve fewer clothes.
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If we move off of the floor?
[Not that it's not super comfortable or anything but. Beds are nice. Hunk is a general fan of beds.]
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[Keith considers this. But okay he nods. This is a negotiation he can accepted. Another quick peck of a kiss.]
All right.
[And with that Keith is up on his feet, holding a hand down towards Hunk. Let's go. Off the floor. Where to next. Beds are nice. He could be persuaded for bed. But he's also a little tipsy and not the best at waiting so. Better move fast.]
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You know what? Just for getting him up (and also because he can tell the bae is tipsy) he's going to scoop him up into his arms.]
Allow me? [complete with dorky grin]
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Yeah, okay. Where are we going?
[Keith is clearly up for wherever as long as they're going there together. Take him away, Hunk. Though he'll also probably wind up being fairly distracting, kissing and biting his way over Hunk's jaw, down to his neck.]
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[But Keith, yeah, he's hella distracting. He shivers and arches his neck unthinkingly, baring the line of it to Keith as his eyelids flutter. His fingers squeeze softly where they support his body, restless kneading into his skin through his clothes.
He even stumbles along the way but keeps himself together long enough to get to the bedroom, staggering to the bed.]
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[Right here in Hunk's arms. But he supposes that it's better if they're in bed, that way Hunk doesn't have to keep porting him around and can have his hands free. That's nice too. But. Keith will certainly make the most of the trip.
He finds one particular spot on Hunk's neck and bites, still nibbling even as Hunk finally makes his way to the bed.]
But bed is best... [He finally agrees, even if there's a grin playing on his lips as he says it.]
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