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He's sixteen and in the woods on the wrong side of the town-line and he's so fucking fucked.
He knows he's not supposed to run, they teach that to you in preschool (don't run from a Were, back away slowly and walk with care), but they never told you how it would feel, standing alone in the dark with your heart beating in your throat as those glowing eyes tracked you from the shadows.
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lance to hunk ♡
>i’m gonna fukin die hunk oh mygod i sent
>keith a work out selfie that i wan supposed to fcukin send to you and you know what it said
>”BET YOU WANNA LICK THESE NIPS”
>HUNK I WILL NEVE BE ABLE TO FCE HIM AGAIN I WANT TO DI E(Or, Keith is beautiful, Lance has a crush, and there's lots of shirtless selfies)
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24 Jan 2025
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“Whoa there.” Lance chuckles. “Hey, buddy.” Keith hums, tucking his face into the crook of Lance’s neck. Lance. God, he’s so warm, his hands are so big and they feel so nice on his skin. Keith is buzzing, hyper-aware of Lance’s touch, of the calluses on his palm and trigger finger, of his scent filling Keith’s nose.
“You alright? Goin’ a lil’ nonverbal on me, there.” Lance asks, words rolling together a bit, and Keith can tell he’s had just as much as he has. He feels all floaty and nice, just the right amount of tipsy, and all of the sudden he has the best idea of what would make this night perfect.
He curls a hand in Lance’s shirt collar, drags him down and tilts his head up lazily to murmur right in his ear: “Want your cock in my mouth.”
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12 Oct 2024