“I’m bored,” Lance says, stepping in front of Keith to wrap his arms around his neck, effectively stopping them in their tracks. He bites his lip, looking up through his eyelashes suggestively. “How about a ride?”
Keith scoffs, although he’s smiling, and reaches a hand down to brush Lance’s fringe out of his forehead. “Startin’ to think you’re just seein’ me for my bike,” he teases.
Lance smirk widens, and he walks two fingers up Keith’s chest. “Who said anything about a bike?” he replies with a wink.
Keith’s brain whites out. Error 404. Just a solid beep noise, no thoughts available. Lance does not miss this, sniggering quietly to himself as he reaches up to brush his hands through the hair at the base of Keith’s neck.
After a few minutes of forcing himself to reboot, Keith leans down and nips Lance on the ear, smirking when he hears the Cuban’s breath stutter slightly. “Minx,” he growls. He moves down Lance’s throat, nipping and biting the warm, inviting brown skin as he goes.
“I don’t hear you complaining,” Lance replies, a little breathlessly (in Keith’s oh so humble opinion). Keith hides a triumphant smile into the crook of Lance’s neck.
“‘M not. Just think you’re a brat.”
“Mhm,” Lance tilts his neck for better access. “Only for you, baby.”
No longer able (or willing — c’mon. He’s got the prettiest boy in the universe just begging to go get into some trouble with him) to wait, Keith straightens (hah) abruptly, startling a quick ‘oof’ out of Lance. He grabs his hand, tugging him in the direction of the parking lot. “Let’s go,” he says. “Time for you to make good on that promise.”
based on this video
