[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.]
[Hunk is welcome to be as bold as he likes, thank you. Keith is fully approving and on board with the whole thing. He's settled atop him, legs straddling Hunk's hips and hands running up along his chest. He's also eager to take the encouragement, rolling his hips and grinding down against him, head falling forward with a breathless moan.
It's good. Any touch is good if it involves Hunk. That's what Keith thinks anyway.
He leans in to beg for another kiss, barely a touch of his lips to Hunk's.]
[Hunk's already craning up when Keith leans in, and the brush quickly turns heated as Hunk arches upward to press their mouths firmly. He groans into his lips, fingers biting into his ass unconsciously, a tight knot of pleasure sitting in his stomach.
It's not going to take long, he thinks dizzily, not with the view of Keith on top of him, the way he grinds down against him.]
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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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It's good. Any touch is good if it involves Hunk. That's what Keith thinks anyway.
He leans in to beg for another kiss, barely a touch of his lips to Hunk's.]
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It's not going to take long, he thinks dizzily, not with the view of Keith on top of him, the way he grinds down against him.]
Keith, [he sighs his name, hips jerking up.]