"Mm, Lance~" Keith smiled as Lance kissing and nibbled at his skin, just below his jaw.

"Keith~" Lance smiled, letting his hand slide down to Keith's thigh.

This was the first time Keith had made out with someone. It felt nice. It felt special. Being in love was something he never thought he enjoyed, but this was splendid.

Lance started sucking a hickey onto Keith's throat, and Keith gasped, moaning under his breath. He smiled, biting his lip and pressing Lance's head a bit closer.

Lance crept his hand up against Keith's crotch, holding it loosely with his palm. Keith frowned at that, drawing back a little.

"Color?" Lance asked.

"Yellow," Keith replied. Lance nodded, licking Keith's neck and Keith went back to enjoying it.

The stoplight system. That was what the decided to go by when they first started dating--that if there ever came a rushed moment where they were making out, then the color system would guide them. Consent is key.

Lance squeezed Keith's crotch, smiling, "Color?"

This time, Keith didn't like it at all, "Red."

Lance pulled away immediately, sitting up and wiping his lips, "Sorry, what was it?"

Keith closed his legs, "The crotch."

Lance nodded, "Do you wanna continue without me touching there?"

Keith shook his head, "Sorry, it was just a bit too far."

"Don't be sorry, Keef," Lance assured, leaning in and leaving a wholesome kiss on Keith's forehead. "What's for supper?"

"We were just making out and now you want supper?!" But Keith smiled to himself. I scored a great guy.