Lance nodded and turned his head this way and that to show off his long neck and the paint job. He’d perfected it over the weekends. Keith watched and used his hand to grip Lance's chin and push it upwards, Lance swallowed and felt eyes scorching him. Jesus...something about this guy made him feel like he was being appraised for a sale…
And then there was a hand lightly wrapping around his neck and his knees gave out.
Keith caught him easily and that wasn’t helping with the matter at hand. He took Lance’s reaction as an obvious cue and continued to stroke his pulse with his thumb while he pressed his fingers into the soft muscle of Lance’s neck.
“You’re real pretty…” he felt it kissed to his ear and he whined.
Brave...or stupid?
Paint the Walls, Feel the Bass, Crave the Taste
In Which, Lance likes to drown his sorrows in a sea of half-naked, definitely not sober, handsy people who he chances his health with every time he gets free.
By Chance, he meets Keith.
Keith, he’s the one who’s going to break the boy’s back...
Both Lance and Keith are Trans, theres a lot of explicit sexual content, and everyone is chill with having way too many hands on them at any one time.