KLANCE BUBBLEBATH + FLUFF AND KISSES Where do I even start? Your writing can be so many things? It's so much fun, I swear to God I laughed out loud so many times because you just write the BEST dialog! And then it's so soft and sweet it makes me scream, and THEN you have this special power to create a feeling of nostalgia with your writing. Like giving little glimpses into the lifes of the characters that make it feel so real. And I always have to grab my heart because the FEELS™ are too real.
I have no words after this, but you know them <3 hope u like this, julia <3
It’s something in between mango and strawberry.
Lance sighs contently as he sinks deeper into the bathtub, muscles relaxing under the gentle bubbles and heart fluttering happily at the pressure Keith’s back makes against his chest, the strange smell of earth fruits in Keith’s hair making him bury his nose against it.
He smiles when Keith himself sighs, relaxed and happy as he sinks deeper into Lance’s embrace, a soft surprised giggle leaving his lips when Lance’s thumb unconsciously starts rubbing just below Keith’s navel underwater.
“Stop.” Keith mumbles, hand reaching behind him to cup Lance’s neck but doing nothing else to stop the action of Lance’s thumb, “No tickles allowed in bathtime.”
“I never signed anything.” Lance replies quietly, face still hidden in Keith’s neck. “But if I had, it would be for kisses and cuddles.”
“Hm,” Keith hums pleased, smirking as he pushes himself back and shifts slightly inbetween Lance’s legs, earning a surprised moan from his boyfriend, “Only that?”
“You tease.” Lance complains playfully, nuzzling his nose against Keith’s wet skin, “Maybe later, for now? I want those lips on me since, like, yesterday.”
“Uh-huh.” Keith says softly before he turns his head to meet his boyfriend’s eyes, “Like this?” he asks quietly as he presses his lips against Lance’s jaw.
“Maybe.” Lance whispers quietly.
“Or maybe like this?” Keith continues, his lips moving up to the corner of Lance’s mouth and pressing a wet kiss there, “Hm? Talk to me, sweetheart.”
“Keith.” Lance breathes out, eyes half-lidded as he tries to follow Keith’s lips.
“Or maybe,” Keith murmurs, “Just maybe…”
He trails off as he moves his hand on Lance’s neck to cup his cheek, turning his head enough to meet him halfway and pulling his head down to his lips.
“Like that?” Keith asks softly as he pulls away, smiling tenderly when Lance’s lips reaches after his own.
“Maybe.” Lance says, opening his eyes after a small pause. Keith feels himself smile, heart hammering against his chest at the fond loving look in his boyfriend’s eyes, “I need some convincing.”
The echo of Keith’s laughter is suddenly cut off when a pair of lips are on his own once more. Neither of them complain.
