[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.]
[Hunk snorts, but there's a smile on his face, a wobbly smile because Keith's going to town on his neck but a smile nevertheless. He squirms, arms flexing around Keith's body as he brings him over to the bed. He leans over, resting Keith on the bed, then propping his arms to either side of him.
He kisses those lips that've been working magic on his neck, licking the spot right over his pulse and nibbling upward toward his jaw.]
[Keith settles back, making a decent show of making himself comfortable, squirming a bit on the bed even as he looks up at Hunk as the other leans over him. He grins, hands unwinding from around him, fingertips touching along his jaw before his hands come to rest against either cheek, holding lightly.
Hands fall away when Hunk starts kissing him, his head falling to the side with a pleased, approving little sigh.]
Yeah... mmhmm... [Distracted but agreeable. His hands run up along those arms to hold at his biceps.]
[Hunk smiles into his neck, nuzzling up until he buries his face underneath one of Keith's ears. Distracted but agreeable is good, it's very cute, and he's happy to touch more, to slip his thumbs under the edge of Keith's shirt and finally go about taking this off now that they're somewhere comfortable.
He mouths at his earlobe, sucking it gently and sinking his teeth against it as he moves, pressing more against him. As much as he can in this position, anyway.
He's perfectly fine with any that allow him to kiss Keith as much as possible anyway. All good.]
[Yup. Shirt can go. That is more than fine with Keith. He'll even very cooperatively lift his arms so his shirt can be disposed of. And then his hands will reach for Hunk's, because it's a failure of his that the other paladin is still wearing it at this point anyway. This. Off.
Or that's the plan, but Hunk is wonderfully distracting.
He breathes out a pleased sigh of sound and turns his head to catch Hunk's lips with his, the kiss starting sweet but quickly heating, a hunger in it that Keith can't disguise and doesn't try to.]
[Hunk returns his kiss eagerly, hotly, his tongue probing Keith's lips, chasteness forgotten in favour of getting his hands on all of Keith's skin, skating over the sleek lines of his muscles, shifting in his back. He's, uh, not being helpful with getting his shirt off.
But he's sure being helpful with kissing Keith, biting playfully at his lower lip as his fingers massage down his back, slipping just so down the back of his pants. Don't mind him. He's getting one hand in there as much as he can, kneading his ass gently through his underwear.
Hunk keeps forgetting to make it easier on himself and move onto the bed with him but.]
[Hunk. This shirt. Don't make him look for a knife to cut it off. He's been drinking. But well, he's still determined. But he's also extraordinarily distracted by kissing because how could he not be distracted by that?
He leans up, murmuring softly to Hunk's lips, all approval, all need that he doesn't see any reason to try and hide.
Especially when Hunk's hands go wandering. That... that is better than okay. Keith groans softly, squirming, hands running down Hunk's chest. ...he really should come join him on the bed proper.]
[Please don't knife him, Keith. Even if it is just his shirt.
Hunk's hand squeezes harder as he presses into the kiss, into Keith, and he'd lose his balance if he let his concentration slip a bit too much. As is, he breaks away with a wet gasp, taking a moment to strip off his shirt because Keith's hands would feel far better on his actual skin.
Then he climbs onto the bed with him, eagerly reaching for him.]
[No promises, Hunk. He's a man on a mission, and sometimes that mission involves a knife. No help for it. That's just the way things are. But then Hunk finally loses the shirt, and Keith hums a low, triumphant little sound. Success. Total success.
Now nothing can stop his hands from roaming, dragging down his chest before wrapping around him and urging him close as he climbs onto the bed.
Keith can't even begin to stop the smile that's spreading over his face, just tipsy enough that he's lost a few of his filters.]
Bed is great. Bed is greatest when you're in it though.
[Hunk looks over Keith's face, amused by his tipsy honesty as he leans into his lips, arches into his hands as much as physically possible. He's super cute when he's tipsy, what the heck really.
Shifting his body, he presses their chests together as he leans in for a kiss, kissing him slow for now, but there's intent there, an eagerness to take it deeper.]
[A little smile, quite proud actually. Hunk is his, and of course that's something he takes pride in. How could he not? It's an amazing thing to be able to call the other paladin his, and to be Hunk's in return.
But ah. There is Hunk closer. Even better. His arms wind around him, fingers gripping at his back even as he arches up into him, rolling his body along Hunk's. He meets that kiss, immediately losing a soft, plaintive murmur there, clearly asking for more.]
[Hunk grins at him, leaning to nuzzle his cheek, down his neck, peppering his skin with slow and deliberate kisses. He scrapes his teeth lightly, teasingly, against his cheek as he moves, rolling back against him, seeking another kiss, hungry, tongue working open those lips.
His hands move, sliding, palm stroking down his chest, his stomach.]
Mmhmm. [Keith agrees, not bothering to hide how pleased he is at the answer.] And you're all mine.
[And he won't share. Not going to happen. But Hunk knows that, right? Keith lets his hands drag down Hunk's back, urging him all the closer, to continue, to move against him again that way again and then again, a pantomime of what he really wants right now.
Keith isn't subtle.
His lips part, eager and ravenous, voicing a muffle groan to Hunk's lips, more growl than anything else.]
Wow, [Hunk whispers the word, shivering. Keith shouldn't be able to say such devastating things so easily, shouldn't be able to reduce Hunk to thoughts of I want him, I want him, I want him.
He moves against Keith, eating at his mouth with hungry kisses, his eyes fluttering shut as they move in synchrony--or at least attempted synchrony. Hunk would like to say that it's hard to focus on keeping a rhythm when Keith is just so Keith, overwhelming and beautiful.
He wiggles his hands underneath him, shifting his body so he can start the process of rolling on his side, bringing Keith with him.]
[Of course he should. In fact, that is his general goal nearly all the time. It should absolutely work out that way, if Keith has anything to say about it.
Right now he's too busy to say anything, too busy for words, too busy for anything but meeting that Kiss like it's the only thing in the world that matters. And staying close, so there are zero complaints in moving with Hunk as he rolls onto his side.
Works for Keith.
He breaks from his lips just long enough to exhale a low murmur of his name before leaping straight back into kissing.]
[Hunk keeps rolling, slow but sure, on his side first and then onto his back, drawing Keith along with him for the ride. He likes to think that he does very well in not breaking their kiss, only when Keith does. He groans into his mouth and slides his hands all the way down his back once he's settled on his back.
He tugs Keith's hips until they're aligned, then boldly works his hands around to grip his ass with both.
As he rolls his hips, he pulls Keith, to encourage him to grind hard against him.]
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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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He kisses those lips that've been working magic on his neck, licking the spot right over his pulse and nibbling upward toward his jaw.]
Best? Right? [muffled, warm.]
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Hands fall away when Hunk starts kissing him, his head falling to the side with a pleased, approving little sigh.]
Yeah... mmhmm... [Distracted but agreeable. His hands run up along those arms to hold at his biceps.]
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He mouths at his earlobe, sucking it gently and sinking his teeth against it as he moves, pressing more against him. As much as he can in this position, anyway.
He's perfectly fine with any that allow him to kiss Keith as much as possible anyway. All good.]
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Or that's the plan, but Hunk is wonderfully distracting.
He breathes out a pleased sigh of sound and turns his head to catch Hunk's lips with his, the kiss starting sweet but quickly heating, a hunger in it that Keith can't disguise and doesn't try to.]
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But he's sure being helpful with kissing Keith, biting playfully at his lower lip as his fingers massage down his back, slipping just so down the back of his pants. Don't mind him. He's getting one hand in there as much as he can, kneading his ass gently through his underwear.
Hunk keeps forgetting to make it easier on himself and move onto the bed with him but.]
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He leans up, murmuring softly to Hunk's lips, all approval, all need that he doesn't see any reason to try and hide.
Especially when Hunk's hands go wandering. That... that is better than okay. Keith groans softly, squirming, hands running down Hunk's chest. ...he really should come join him on the bed proper.]
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Hunk's hand squeezes harder as he presses into the kiss, into Keith, and he'd lose his balance if he let his concentration slip a bit too much. As is, he breaks away with a wet gasp, taking a moment to strip off his shirt because Keith's hands would feel far better on his actual skin.
Then he climbs onto the bed with him, eagerly reaching for him.]
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Now nothing can stop his hands from roaming, dragging down his chest before wrapping around him and urging him close as he climbs onto the bed.
Keith can't even begin to stop the smile that's spreading over his face, just tipsy enough that he's lost a few of his filters.]
Bed is great. Bed is greatest when you're in it though.
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[Hunk looks over Keith's face, amused by his tipsy honesty as he leans into his lips, arches into his hands as much as physically possible. He's super cute when he's tipsy, what the heck really.
Shifting his body, he presses their chests together as he leans in for a kiss, kissing him slow for now, but there's intent there, an eagerness to take it deeper.]
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[A little smile, quite proud actually. Hunk is his, and of course that's something he takes pride in. How could he not? It's an amazing thing to be able to call the other paladin his, and to be Hunk's in return.
But ah. There is Hunk closer. Even better. His arms wind around him, fingers gripping at his back even as he arches up into him, rolling his body along Hunk's. He meets that kiss, immediately losing a soft, plaintive murmur there, clearly asking for more.]
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[Hunk grins at him, leaning to nuzzle his cheek, down his neck, peppering his skin with slow and deliberate kisses. He scrapes his teeth lightly, teasingly, against his cheek as he moves, rolling back against him, seeking another kiss, hungry, tongue working open those lips.
His hands move, sliding, palm stroking down his chest, his stomach.]
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[And he won't share. Not going to happen. But Hunk knows that, right? Keith lets his hands drag down Hunk's back, urging him all the closer, to continue, to move against him again that way again and then again, a pantomime of what he really wants right now.
Keith isn't subtle.
His lips part, eager and ravenous, voicing a muffle groan to Hunk's lips, more growl than anything else.]
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He moves against Keith, eating at his mouth with hungry kisses, his eyes fluttering shut as they move in synchrony--or at least attempted synchrony. Hunk would like to say that it's hard to focus on keeping a rhythm when Keith is just so Keith, overwhelming and beautiful.
He wiggles his hands underneath him, shifting his body so he can start the process of rolling on his side, bringing Keith with him.]
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Right now he's too busy to say anything, too busy for words, too busy for anything but meeting that Kiss like it's the only thing in the world that matters. And staying close, so there are zero complaints in moving with Hunk as he rolls onto his side.
Works for Keith.
He breaks from his lips just long enough to exhale a low murmur of his name before leaping straight back into kissing.]
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He tugs Keith's hips until they're aligned, then boldly works his hands around to grip his ass with both.
As he rolls his hips, he pulls Keith, to encourage him to grind hard against him.]
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