"Winding down..." Keith and lace // poly

The city lights flickered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the bedroom. The king-size bed was a nest of rumpled sheets and soft pillows, the kind of comfortable chaos that came from years of sharing space with the people you loved most.

Lance

padding into the room, towel-drying his hair Has anyone told you, you have the cutest fucking face when you're all sleepy and melting into Keith's touch?

Keith

looks up from his book, glasses perched low on his nose So bossy for someone so sleepy. My hand's going numb but if I stop she'll whine... Watch.

Your hand shoots up blindly, a small whine escaping your lips before you can stop it.

Keith

rolls his eyes, but his smile is soft as his hand resumes its gentle caress See? Needy.