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[ 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. ]

[hunksmash]

[ Hunk wouldn't be particularly prone to calling it a booty call, either, even though... Well, Prismatica's a unique situation, and he's mostly made it a point to not think too hard about the ins and outs of everything he carries on with here. He genuinely likes the people that he spends time like this with, but it's all difficult to label.

If he had his way, maybe he'd just strive be Everybody's Boyfriend, but settling into a habit of very friendly friendships is much easier than trying to win that nonexistent contest.

He also wouldn't be particularly prone to calling out whether Keith had already complimented his kissing, even if it's partially because he can't remember what's been said. Keith practically whites out his brain. He feels like he's practically vibrating with restrained excitement at this point. ]

Thanks. You, too. [ He's got one arm around Keith's back, fingers brushing against the skin at his waistline, where his shirt's ridden up. His other hand's loosely gripping Keith's thigh, and he increases the pressure there just slightly, hand sliding up... ]

So, uh... You gonna finally show me yours, or what?

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[ Prismatica is unique, especially since Keith wouldn't even dream of doing something like this normally. 'This' being booty calls. Casual intimacy between friends and strangers alike. Both he and Hunk know Keith's heart belongs to one person and one person only, and that affection does not come easily to him when it comes to anyone else.

But being like this here, right now, with Hunk? This is as close to easy as it gets. Keith can say that with confidence, even if confident is the last thing that he feels right now. ]

My...? Oh.

[ Keith thinks he understands what Hunk wants to see. And he'd like Hunk to see, too, but...maybe not everything right away. Keith decides to let Hunk touch instead-- to take the other boy's hand and slip it underneath his shirt and then move it down down down, past the waistband of his pants to feel his ass.

That's right, just the pants. He's got nothing on underneath them. ]

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Oh, like... Commando. Alright. [ Hunk laughs lowly, shifting to slide his hand down further, fingers spreading so that he can grip lightly, tugging Keith to him. It mostly just serves to jostle them a bit, given their present positioning. He'll try to rectify that in a second, though. ] You're a braver man than me. I'd be too afraid, of like... pinching. And chafing. Rough stuff.

[ Oh, wait, but-- ] I mean, I'm not wearing any underwear, either, but I'm wearing sweatpants. Very different pant territory, there.

[ He's kinda rambling again, though. That's probably not gonna be cute forever if it's cute at all. He swallows and dips to give Keith another peck, then a deeper kiss. The hand on Keith's thigh slides up a little more, until he hits the apex of Keith's inseam.

He'd do a little more feeling-up here, but... That aforementioned possibility of pinching pops into his head, and he decides against it. ]

You wanna lay down or something?