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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[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.]