They'd been kissing for a while.

They'd been kissing so long Lance's lips were sore and Keith's were swollen.

But that wasn't any reason to stop.

They shifted, tangled in the sheets on Lance's bed, their bodies bumping against each other.

Lance's fingers made their way into Keith's hair, slipping between the curls. He tugged on it and pulled Keith's face as close as it could possibly get.

Keith responded by threading his fingers in Lance's hair.

He mimicked Lance, moving Lance's body closer. He straightened against the mattress. Lance slid his leg overtop of Keith. Each of his arms pressed into the bed, pinning Keith underneath him.

Lance retracted his mouth. Eyes half-lidded and lips curled into a soft smile, he whispered, "You have the best hair in the whole universe. Did you know that?"

Keith rolled his eyes.

Lance combed through Keith's hair with his fingers. "It's so soft…" he said. "We're always defending the universe...how do you have time to keep it so soft?"

"Lance?"

"Yeah?"

"Stop talking and kiss me."