[ As Keith follows Hunk out of the kitchen he dimly notes that the delicious smell of fresh bakery seems to follow him too-- or maybe Keith is just imagining things. Either way it's comforting, and Keith lets his shoulders relax a little once they're in the bedroom and Hunk is smiling invitingly at him.
Keith returns it with that little upturn of his lips that is reserved for the rarest of occasions, which apparently includes random booty calls with his teammate. It feels sort of cheap to think of it like that, though, especially when Keith crosses the room and sits sideways on Hunk's lap-- but he can figure that all out later.
Right now he's kind of sitting on Hunk as if the other man is bridal carrying him, arms secured around his neck in much the same way as he turns just a little to connect their lips again. Keith lets himself enjoy it for a long time, as if he's taking a deep drink of some rich, highly indulgent beverage. ]
You're a really good kisser. [ He might have said that already. He doesn't care. ]
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Keith returns it with that little upturn of his lips that is reserved for the rarest of occasions, which apparently includes random booty calls with his teammate. It feels sort of cheap to think of it like that, though, especially when Keith crosses the room and sits sideways on Hunk's lap-- but he can figure that all out later.
Right now he's kind of sitting on Hunk as if the other man is bridal carrying him, arms secured around his neck in much the same way as he turns just a little to connect their lips again. Keith lets himself enjoy it for a long time, as if he's taking a deep drink of some rich, highly indulgent beverage. ]
You're a really good kisser. [ He might have said that already. He doesn't care. ]