Lance leaned in as the two spoke, "I'm still here, you know." Was he jealous of the shared affection? Yes. Did he want it to stop? Absolutely not. "Keep talking though," he ordered, like princes do.

"No one tells me what to do... 'cept Shiro," Keith declared.

Shiro nodded firmly, "Yes, but I only advise, your highness."

"Same diff!" he said, slang pouring off of his tongue.

Lance leaned in dangerously close to Keith. Shiro tensed, but didn't do anything.

"I'd like to tell you what to do," he said flirtatiously.

Keith's face went red, and since he was tipsy he didn't hide it. "Do it then, coward."

Without a warning, Lance leaned in and pecked Keith's lips very quickly. "Take your clothes off."

Shiro's eyes widened, blushing as Keith obeyed. Oh, he thought. This is where this is going... I don't mind it.