[ There's an annoying moment in which Keith's anxiety spikes--sends a stream of thoughts through his head that go something like 'oh god I fucked up that was too fast Hunk doesn't want that he doesn't want me who would want me?--and it's that moment when Hunk pulls away to set the water bottle down. It's over as quickly as it begins, however, and then Hunk's hands--his big, big hands--are on Keith's body again.
Keith manages not to squeak when Hunk gooses him and lets out an appreciative moan instead, followed by another as their hips are pushed together. Keith closes his eyes, kisses hard.
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Keith manages not to squeak when Hunk gooses him and lets out an appreciative moan instead, followed by another as their hips are pushed together. Keith closes his eyes, kisses hard.
He's getting used to this. Finally. ]
Hm? [ Ugh, talking. ] Uh. Yeah. Yeah, sure.