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No? I don't know, I'm hurrying.
[Because he is properly motivated. Very properly motivated.
So it's not long before the door to their shared quarters opens and Keith lets himself in, locking the world out behind him. He can hear the tub running. Okay. So he's been beaten. But that works even better. Keith is already stripping as he makes his way towards the bathroom. He's shirtless by the time he gets there, he's shirtless.]
Okay. So you beat me.
No? I don't know, I'm hurrying.
[Because he is properly motivated. Very properly motivated.
So it's not long before the door to their shared quarters opens and Keith lets himself in, locking the world out behind him. He can hear the tub running. Okay. So he's been beaten. But that works even better. Keith is already stripping as he makes his way towards the bathroom. He's shirtless by the time he gets there, he's shirtless.]
Okay. So you beat me.
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[Keith leans back in his chair, watching Hunk. That smile is directed his way, and he finds himself smiling back before he even realizes.]
Yeah. That's part of the fu--
[Then Keith sits up straighter all at once.]
I'm not ticklish.
[He lies.]
[Keith leans back in his chair, watching Hunk. That smile is directed his way, and he finds himself smiling back before he even realizes.]
Yeah. That's part of the fu--
[Then Keith sits up straighter all at once.]
I'm not ticklish.
[He lies.]
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[Sorry, Hunk. He probably should've given him warning. But the alcohol in his system is not exactly helping with the whole thinking ahead thing.
Besides, then those arms are around him, and Keith is sinking even more against him.]
Dunno. Might be touch and go.
[So Hunk just better hold on tight.]
[Sorry, Hunk. He probably should've given him warning. But the alcohol in his system is not exactly helping with the whole thinking ahead thing.
Besides, then those arms are around him, and Keith is sinking even more against him.]
Dunno. Might be touch and go.
[So Hunk just better hold on tight.]
Actually...I've been here since you messaged me. [He points to his phone sitting with his Garrison coat on the sink. He catches the bottom of his shirt and peels it off in one smooth motion. His dog tags hit his chest with a dull thwack.
He drops the shirt to the floor and shuts off the water. Steam curls in the air as he reaches out to snag Keith by the belt. It allowed he tugs him close, his hands deftly undoing the buckle.]
He drops the shirt to the floor and shuts off the water. Steam curls in the air as he reaches out to snag Keith by the belt. It allowed he tugs him close, his hands deftly undoing the buckle.]
Oh. Well, then yeah. I wasn't going to beat you.
[Cheater. But Keith has so very little to complain about, and falls silent because he's preoccupied watching that shirt coming off. He's distracted enough he doesn't notice that he's been snagged until he's being pulled closer.
But that is fine by him. That means there's nothing in the way of letting his hands move to slide over shoulders, exploring by now familiar angles of hard muscle down along his chest. Don't mind Keith. He's gotten distracted.]
[Cheater. But Keith has so very little to complain about, and falls silent because he's preoccupied watching that shirt coming off. He's distracted enough he doesn't notice that he's been snagged until he's being pulled closer.
But that is fine by him. That means there's nothing in the way of letting his hands move to slide over shoulders, exploring by now familiar angles of hard muscle down along his chest. Don't mind Keith. He's gotten distracted.]
Not anymore.
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
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.]
[It is definitely an attack honestly. But hey, Hunk doesn't seem to be discouraging it, so Keith will continue.]
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.]
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.]
So?
[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 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.]
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.]
Okay. Then good.
[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.]
[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.]
[Oop. More kissing, then?
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?
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?
[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.]
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.]
A liiiittle. Don't want to take advantage of your, uh, vulnerable inebriated state.
[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.]
[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.]
What a gentleman.
[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 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.
[Hunk flushes, pressing his nose more under Keith's jaw, less to make kissing him easier than a rush of flustered feelings.
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.]
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.]
[The belt hits the floor and he smiles up at him, eyes warm with affection that is reserved all for Keith. Touching and being touched is a familiar part of his day but he always loves these first moments. He undoes the button on Keith's pants and slowly stands up to press his mouth to his.]
Just means we'll get to that bath a lot sooner than you thought. [He says as his hands slide up and down his back, tracing old scars with his fingers. It's a map he knows very well.]
I think it's a fair trade, don't you?
Just means we'll get to that bath a lot sooner than you thought. [He says as his hands slide up and down his back, tracing old scars with his fingers. It's a map he knows very well.]
I think it's a fair trade, don't you?
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