nysalogs | We were the victims of ourselves

[Slowly, she relents, hands dropping away to lay in her lap, as they ease back into things. Seems like they can't fully shake off the awkwardness, but it's better this way than if he was too eager, too pushy about it. This isn't the time to start comparing anyone to certain lavender princes, but what Keith lacked in methodical confidence, he made up for in sincerity. There was solidarity in the fact that they both were still fumbling around about this.

He presses a kiss just south of her sternum and she watches as his head follows the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. Her hands come up to comb through his hair affectionately, watching the black strands twist about her fingers as she cards through. Her fingers linger near the back of his neck, where the zipper of his suit starts.]

...May I?

[His eyes close at that, indulging in the touch at the back of his head. It reaches the back of his neck, and in easing back into things slowly...he's provided a good venue for him to access his zipper. The offer isn't a surprising one as much as it's fair.

So he nods, but doesn't move...as that would interfere with the process.]

Yeah.

[Cute of her to ask. Endearing. A sigh brushes her chest, fingers move to tread up her tummy, toy with the folds of her suit where it's gathered...

Easing in.]

[Gently the zipper eases down the first few couple of inches, nothing too bold yet, (as if there's much more boldness to be had than where they were already) enough to slip a hand through the gap. It's hard to tell if it's just being impatient to feel his skin under hers, now with her gloves hanging with the rest of her suit off of her hips, of being conscientious of the chill in the room, easing him into it with the warmth of her hand (she's not a jerk). In reality it's a little bit of both. For all of their grinding and kissing and everything else that's happened, this is the first time she's been able to explore him with her bare hands.

And speaking of hands. Against the cold of the igloo, it's immediately obvious when Keith's fingers move to brush against her abdomen, warm and almost ticklish in a way that makes her squirm a little. What isn't immediately obvious is the path his hand is taking, but she's not really concerned, just content to indulge in the soft touches. That is, until those fingers dip lower, easing under the fabric of her suit, and suddenly it becomes very obvious.]

Oh-

[Heat floods her body, but before he can take her exclamation of surprise as one of displeasure and retreat, she hurries.]

It's— You're fine.

[They'll just take turns being the bashful one.]

[Even still, he arches against her as her hand delves past the fabric of his jumpsuit, not because her fingers are particularly frigid, it's all a matter of unexplored territory suddenly learning that finesse; her touch is soft, new but pleasant all the same. His own fingers halt at the squirming.

It'd definitely be worse if she were to outright protest, the slightest anything is cause for concern though. He's not done this with a gorl before, with Allura. With an Altean...anything can be seen as unappealing. Unsavory. The shape of his ears, the projective path of his touch...]

Don't just say that.

[Breathy and warm, level with her chest. She's greenlit him all along thus far, he can't have been right about everything thus far. This is like rocket science for him. Uncertain despite her assurance, he'll pull a hand away to help ease his bodysuit from his shoulders one side at a time, peel it from his arms before it can become too restrictive. A bit of a recess before things get too chaotic. Alalala...]

What do you want me to say?

[It comes off a little sharper, just slightly defensive. She didn't totally miss his meaning, but he's not the only one out of his depth here. Even if Keith were Altean, it's not as if she has a long history of lovers that she left behind. And with a human...

She withdraws her hands from his neck. Not from offense, but he starts tugging the sleeves of his suit off and she gives him space to work. A moment to breath and work out their apparently communication issues. He's... it's not the first time she's seen his man-torso, since humans seem to have a different standard of modesty, so it's not the same sort of sputtering embarrassment, but the context- there's still a burning blush to her cheeks. And he was... different from the early days of wandering the castle looking for the pool. ~~Thank you Marmora training.~~]

[Nothing, it nearly comes out, which would be a lie. It's not that he doesn't want her to speak, he just wants to nevermind his fussing...which is a triflin' thing to undo. He'll shake his head in place of direction, aid her in pulling his onesie from his arms, fingers, allows the garment to pool at his hips in a way comparable to how Allura's had.

He just, as less-intimate assets to offer. Sure, she's seen him topless before, but he's older and not as beanpoley now. He's much cooler. Filled out and such.

Still, not exactly much to show off in relation to Allura's current state. He'll tread her back with both hands, ungloved and able to every little contour, the near-velvet softness to it. Dialing back a tick as things got a little. Cumbersome. For a moment. Testy.

Keith had to make it awkward. But it's fine. He's relining her jaw with affection. Timid, soft to start with. Makin my way downtown walkin fast....]

[She hums, craning her head as he lines her jaw with kisses once again. Two steps forward, one step back.

A little bit boldly,] If you need to know the sort of things I like-

[Her hands cup his face, urging him back up, to meet her eyes. ~~She is not as bad at communication as he is.~~]

I like this.

[And she leans in to kiss him. As if they haven't already covered this territory, but there's the added bonus when her chest presses into his, as she arches from his touch on her back. Her teeth tug on his lower lip, and one of her hands drop to trace her fingers on ~~his sternocleidomastoid~~ a spot on his neck just below his ear.]

And I liked what you did here.

[She presses a kiss to the side of his face, before tilting her head, dipping it lower to press her lips against his pulse, dropping her hands to rest on his shoulders. She teases the skin there, sucking gently at the side of his neck as she'd felt him doing earlier. Her own bruises still smarted, aching against her pulse.]

[Maybe it's the addition of her words, but a certain heat floods his face as she expresses how pleased she is with his advances so far. It spreads from ear to ear, flooding some ways down his neck as they kiss in a manner they have several times already, augmented by the press of her breasts to his chest. In the moment, he's succumbed, chasing her lips as she goes to speak again--

More approval; if he's learned anything so far, it's that she hasn't much to gripe about. His head tilts in accommodation, in offering. It's alright to match her boldness, probably. She's done nothing but encourage that. It isn't as if he's shy either, he can't exactly claim total ignorance regarding this sort of thing either. His interests were always just staked elsewhere: being abrasive, excelling and failing at school simultaneously, pursuing the mystery of existence. He has his strengths and they do not lie in undressing women and smoochin on them.

Stark awareness of such a thing can only urge him on. It isn't until she's finished marking him (or he thinks she's finished) that he decides to move (the twitch between his legs upon maybe-completion of that blemish doesn't count as moving), turning to move her onto her back while claiming the spot atop her without separating their bodies a whole lot in doing so (and hopefully without making her whack her head on anything??) so they're more or less entangled as they have been. He only adjusts to push the jumpsuit further down himself, inspired to expose himself ahead of her all of a sudden.

Or maybe it'd just become too uncomfortable to have his dick at odds with that weird spandex shit. While he peels it down a thigh, kicks it off his foot, he's balancing his weight on both hands, eyes focused on hers.

Though it'd be complete bullshit to suggest he hadn't taken a handful of proper once-overs at what she's presented him with so far. ~~Topless girls: cool.~~

He'll be leaving his other leg as is, still clothed because it's a fucking hassle. He's also going to pretend it provides some extra warmth -- oddly enough (or not), he has enough body heat to combat their situation for the moment. He's comfortable until indicated otherwise. Slotting himself back atop her helps just as well, and he's proceeding like it's no big fuckin' deal, aligning their lips, palming a breast with unnecessary force (he's either pressing the pedal to the floor or driving like a grandpa on Sunday), her nipple eventually slipping intermittently between his fore and middle, middle and ring fingers. It's his turn to suck on her fuller lip.

Nobody can deny his ability to pick up on shit pretty quickly ok.]

[The hickey is a small one, not much to write home about, but it'll have to be enough because then he's moving them, shifting their positions until Allura is on her back, her hair in a halo around her head and upper back. It probably looks nice, from Keith's perspective, but it's in the way a little bit when Keith plants his hand near her head. But then he's yanking off the rest of his suit, and very suddenly there's a lot more to show off than his older, fuller man-chest.

Heat floods her face as she notes that — put simply — humans and Alteans are anatomically compatible.

There's not much time to comment (she wasn't going to comment anyway) before he's kissing her again, notching up the intensity from where they'd been moments before. The hand on her breast is insistent, bordering on uncomfortable, but it's preferable to shy touches, especially when he's paying special attention to the more sensitive nipple, eliciting a moan that slips out a touch louder than she'd been intending.

Meanwhile, she's at a bit of a loss with what to do with her hands, intermittently going from his shoulders to his back, to his forearms. Always carefully above waist height for now.]

[For all of that confidence moments ago -- maybe this was too much at once? The nudity, groping, smoochin' triple threat; all it takes to rebuild that poise is that moan. His tongue flicks between that offering, but doesn't delve in. He isn't trying to smother her as much as encourage it.

Just two dudes encouraging eachother.

She can dilly dally with her hands all she'd like. Those touches are nice, her fingers are learning him and he can appreciate that. On the more unceremonious side, his dick's kind of pressing against her stomach anyway -- between that and the folds of her suit. The good news is: while the alternating friction feels nice, he's not dry humping her. Not yet.

For a moment, he thinks to ask whether or not he should help her remove the rest of her suit. Or do a partial thing like he's done for himself. He foregoes that, busies himself with drawing his tongue over the old bruises he's left, treads lower still.

Stop him if he's not supposed to be kissing on her neglected bobby.]

[It is a little overwhelming, somehow, like this compared to how it was moments earlier. His hands and mouth are reason enough, not to mention the part of him that's pressing a little too boldly against her stomach. But it's the sounds — her own stuttered breathing, catching in her throat when his mouth descends past her collarbones to leave wet sounding kisses on her breasts. They're not even really going to town yet, (maybe it's the acoustics of the igloo, or her own Altean sense of hearing) but she sounds loud to her own ears. Lewd.

She's getting really turned on.

In a bid to relieve some of the ache building between her legs, she arches her hips against his, grinding against him. ~~Who's dry humping whom.~~]

[His mouth leads him down her sternum, parting with a wet noise as her hips lift practically to meet his. There's some reciprocation, winding against her in turn; his dick's still favoring her tummy, though it occasionally bumps against the coverage of her suit which is totally fine. It offer some alternate friction, elicits a lilting sound to mark the variations. He'll stop after a short while, straddling her stomach while taking that suit with both hands, working it lower...

Slowly. Painstakingly so, presenting ample time for her to prevent him from doing it or...allowing her the chance of taking over. She may want to commandeer that bit. In the meantime, he's already unceremoniously leaking precum from his head, coating himself just a bit, smearing her midriff in the same instance.

He can't help it...]

[It's an indecisive moment, where at first she lifts her hips so he can tug the suit lower, then changes her mind and sits up a little to assist, looking between them so she can more easily shimmy out of her suit. At least that's the intent but, she stops, half propped up onto her elbows. The way he's leaking.... fluids onto her is immediately distracting and she's very obviously staring.]

Oh. You're....

[Self... lubricating??? Sort of? Her eyes dart to his, with a slightly alarmed expression of is this supposed to happen?? Cue first weird human mating experience.]

[He's moving about, trying to accommodate whatever she needs in order to shed her suit, but there's a hangup of sorts; he follows her gaze, stares between their bodies, looks up with darkened cheeks, a half glare weighs on his brows.]

I'm what?!

[Don't fucking say it. His dick's gonna shrivel up. If she's ever watched a porno, she should know her next words should be some variation of so huge!!

Which will do nothing to stave that blush, but it might save their marriage.]

[She realizes that stopping and staring right at the apex passionate grinding and de-clothing isn't the best move, but she couldn't help it and there's a distinct record scratch moment where they are both frozen, his hands still balled into fists in the fabric of her suit, and her hips still half-raised to help him do it.

Heat is boiling over into her cheeks.] It was just. You- [There's absolutely zero ways to answer this question that aren't equally terrible.] I didn't expect it, is all.

[It's a lame answer and she's already stammering out a clarification,] I mean, we are different- some newness is to be expected!

[A hand abandons post, only because it's easier to prop himself up without being fully occupied.]

Didn't expect what?!

[His wiener? He's refusing to acknowledge that precum. It's probably gone cold by now, similar to his pulse. His brain's racing to catch up with all the things she could possibly be referring to: maybe declothing as much as he had was a mistake. They're different, beyond gender -- they should've talked about this beforehand.]

You just said you liked it-!

[In a desperate attempt at removing any blame for himself, especially if it has to do with sex, because holy shit Allura picked the wrong human to experiment with...]

[Her hips are back on the ground and she's looking a little bit like she wants to disappear into a hole right now. Don't make her say it...!]

I did! I do.

[But then he's getting defensive and her blood pressure rises in turn,]

Why are you upset? You weren't any different when I removed my clothes.

[Balking and staring. Speaking of, they're having this argument in full tits-out position.]

What are you talking about?!

[This is objectively the best time to have an argument, because it could potentially lead to hate (that's a strong word) sex, or..

Or more likely the latter, which is them pulling their stuff back on and pretending this never happened.]

I'm not upset! I'm just -- I'm just asking.

[He's making more of a ruckus over this shit than anything leading up to it. Gradually, he's looking more and more flustered...and by gradually I mean all at once more or less. He's blushing hardcore, avoiding eye contact....]

[He sounds upset! He's not looking at her and she can't decide whether to cover her face in embarrassment or to take a second look at the glistening (and cold now, against the winter air) residue he left on her stomach. The passion is quickly draining out of the room, like all of the heat that was building between them, At a loss, she huffs,]

Does it matter? It's a reaction to stimulation I'm sure. So you didn't do anything wrong.

[Isn't Keith glad he decided to fool around with an alien who is a bigger dunce when it comes to intimacy than he is?]

Wait -- what?!

[Obviously she was oogling his dick or whatever, but he wasn't 100% sure what had suddenly gripped her focus. Obviously he has an erection about things, obviously--

It's possible Alteans don't get boners and such. Yeeks.]

Why would you even say that?!

[He's not mad he's just embarrassed about his dick okay. It's like someone bringing up an unsightly rash all of a sudden, a lazy eye...]

Wh- You just asked me!

[He wanted to know why she was freaked out and that's why! It's possibly they're having a failure of communication here as well as everything else going on. He's not mad but she's getting a little upset about the whole thing and is low-key scooting backwards, not fully disengaging but the distance between them is growing.]

It's getting cold.

[In more ways than one.]

-- Sorry.

[The cold is an easy distraction; rather than pulling away he's just kind of slumping to the side, arms spread in offering...invitation? 600 steps may've been taken in reverse, but hey, he's trying to stick around and not freak his freak out about this?! Nudie cuddling is better than a full retreat.

They may save this rendezvous yet.]

If you do that, it'll just get worse.

[They certainly did take 600 steps backwards. It stung a little, to go from such a passionate high back to the awkward and stilted silences that was so common between them, especially because it definitely felt like it was her fault. But it is what it is, and Allura can't deny that all of the romance got sucked right out of the room in the last minute, (even if her body is still ready-to-go and wondering what the heck just happened).

She lets out a slow sigh and relents, tentatively scooting back into his arms, into his warmth. It's almost back where they started, but with less clothes so it's hard to know what to consider this now. Should she snuggle up as close as before? Or did he need his space now? How complicated did she just make things?]

I'm sorry.

[~~Do you see what the other thread was talking about!!~~]

[As soon as she rejoins him he's settling forward, semi-pinning her beneath himself. Dregs of intimacy combined with retaining warmth...]

Don't be sorry. It's -- [~~YES.~~ It's not a sorry situation, hm.] it's not like that.

[Should he even attempt to resuscitate their tryst? How does one even? Depending on how she's arranged herself, his semi's either pressing into her abdomen again or resting against a slit of some sort. Apples and oranges, choose your own adventure.]

[Let's go with the latter, variety is the spice of life. Keith settles his weight on her again, and she has no complains about it, but he's not the only one in limbo about how to regain footing, and so for a minute she's just kind of laying still, unsure. The pressure of his body on top of hers, and especially where his dick is resting, is enough to get her body warm again, the vague ache that came from wanting to couple, even if her mind is still debating.

Experimentally, she shifts her hips, and maybe she shouldn't have freaked out so much about his fluids, because if he's pressing against her slit at all, it should be pretty obvious how wet she'd gotten from their earlier fooling around.]

Do you want to stop?

[A good question when their parts are already pretty close to party town.]

We were the victims of ourselves

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just using bad icons from now on

i appreciate it

this is the worst tag i've ever written in my life.

i want to agree but i feel like i could trick you into worse things

that isn't to say that it's the worst tag I'll ever write.

now i feel better

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we've been writing this thread for four months

it is my fault,