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Lance comes, shooting white-hot into Keith. Hips stuttering, still thrusting himself into his boyfriend. Keith arches up against him, indigo irises, holding the secrets of all the galaxies expanding, pupils dilating until Keith cries out—warm cum splattering across their abdomens, Lance leaning down on top of Keith.

He shudders, dick softening, being his head in the crook of Keith’s neck for a moment.

Just as he’s about to pull back, Keith gasps, hands tightening on Lance’s hips, blunt fingernails digging into his skin. A breathy moan tears itself from Keith’s lips, and god, Lance loves the sounds he makes.

Keith bucks up, warmth spilling between them once more. Lance does pull away now, more in confusion. Had he imagined the first time—?

But no, as Keith is still groaning, soft huffs as he grinds up into Lance, coming again. And again.

And again.

Six times that night Keith comes, one after the other after the other. Orgasms blending into one another. It’s not the first time Lance has had sex with with Keith but it’s the first time anything like…this has happened.

Three days and multiple awkward conversations with Coran later (and okay, it was Keith who held those conversations in the first place, relaying the information back to Lance.) they found out what had happened.

Galra have cluster orgasms. Mainly to help them mate and they only start occurring when the Galra feel comfortable enough with their partner.

This information arouses two things in Lance. The first being genuine happiness at the fact that Keith cares about him, feels comfortable enough around him to allow his body to do something like that. The second thing is... harder to place. Lance is attracted to Keith. His mind filled with Keith.

His mind filled with Keith, on his back, arching and thrusting, coming again and again. Eyes rolled back, and those noises he makes lewd and pleading. He wonders what would happen if he were to stop Keith from orgasming, force him to hold off until he physically can’t, busting all over himself. Would he orgasm more? Would he willingly beg Lance to let his masturbate, spill all over himself, just so he can get some relief?

The filthy thoughts plague him, his frustration growing stronger over day Keith denies Lance’s advances, claiming that he’s ‘busy’, or ‘not right now Lance.’ Geez, his boyfriend is annoying sometimes.

Lance finally gets Keith to come to bed with him a week later, mind riddled with Keith coming, on repeat. He’s quick to shift closer as Keith lies down, hooking an arm and a leg around him, rolling them over, Keith on his back. Mouth to mouth and Lance is already getting hard at just the thought of what’s about to happen.

“Woah, Lance, slow down,” Keith says, words rushed as Lance pulls their lips apart to kiss up Keith’s neck, hands tangling themselves in his boyfriend’s hair.

Lance pulls his head up, eyes meeting Keith’s, giving him the time to catch up. He can see the desire in Keith’s eyes. Can feel Keith’s hardness pressing into his thigh.

“I wanna fuck you. Please?” Lance asks, sweeting his offer with a kiss to Keith’s mouth. Figuring being more direct will help his cause. Keith doesn’t take long to give in, the hands ripping off Lances shirt all the confirmation he needs.

They’re quick to get naked, Lance is quick to prep Keith, going three fingers deep and Keith mewls, head tipping back against the pillow. Lance smirks, ego blooming as his curls his fingers, just scaling the tips against Keith’s prostate.

“Lah—Lance, Lance,” Keith chants, cock leaking against his abdomen. Lance shushes him, stopping the movements of his fingers and he wraps his other hand around the base of Keith’s dick. Keith cries out, clearly so close already. Another Galra thing Keith had mentioned to him. Galra growing more sensitive around their mates, to push the orgasms to cum faster, making it easier to mate in dire situations.

So with barely anything, Keith is already on the precipice, in need of a tiny nudge before he flies over. Lance moves his fingers again, mouth pressed against Keith’s to swallow up his moans, hand still held firm around the base of his cock.

Keith whines in protest, Lance whispering hot against his lips, “Not now, baby. You haven’t even had my dick yet.”

Lance slowly pulls his fingers out, now intent on savouring every second. There’s no more need to rush, as this is what he wants. Keith begging for it, arching and moaning his name over and over. Unable to tip over the edge.

“Stop being a tease. I promise I’ll hold off—“ Keith starts to say, cut off by his own whine as Lance guides the head of his cock to Keith’s wet hole, adding the tiniest bit of pressure as he lets it rest there.

He meets Keith’s blown out, frantic eyes, letting go of his cock teasingly slow. The second his tanned fingers leave the base Keith is arching, pushing himself down onto the head of Lance’s dick. Lance list his hips up immediately, pulling himself away from Keith.

“Ah. I thought you could hold off?” he teases, and Keith fumes, Lance pushing down onto his abdomen, so Keith’s flat against the bed once more. “No coming until I tell you so, mullet.”

“Don’t call me that in bed.”

“Don’t cum before I tell you so any I won’t have to.”

Lance gives Keith all of three seconds to adjust himself, and he lowers himself down again, his fingers wrapping around Keith’s dick once more, other hand guiding his own cock into Keith. It takes a surprising amount of willpower not to just push all the way through. Keith is warm, and tight, not as prepped as usual. Lance groans, sinking an inch or so in. Already Keith is flushed and sweating, hands grabbing at Lance, trying to tease him further in.

Lance grabs one of Keith’s hands, pulling it away from his back, wrapping it around Keith’s cock.

“You think you can hold yourself off?” Lance asks, more a challenge than anything. Keith nods determinedly, and Lance lets go, eyes on Keith’s hand. He looks so pretty, holding himself, hard cock dribbling precum only stopped they the pale fingers squeezing it.

Keith’s hole flutters around Lance and he’s brought back to the task at hand. Eyes still on Keith’s hand, he pulls out a little, thrusting back in, half his cock enveloped in the heat now. It’s so good that Lance bottoms out not even twenty seconds later, Keith pushing his hips down to help swallow up Lance.

When Keith nods and Lance begins to move slowly inside of him, shallow thrusts at first, does he see Keith’s hand twitch up. The smallest stroke to his cock.

“You better not be playing with yourself baby,” Lance warns, deepening his thrusts, heat tight and wet around him. He’s not going to last, either.

“M’not,” Keith lies, and he deserves more teasing for that, at least.

Lance pushes Keith’s legs up, hands on the insides of both of Keith’s knees. His boyfriend is not a flexible as he is but Lance still manages to press closer to Keith, trapping his cock under the weight of Lance’s upper body. Keith groans, high-pitched, and Lance really focuses on his thrusts now.

They get deeper, and Keith twists his hips slightly, Lance changing his angle, desperate to find Keith’s prostate and see him come undone. He know he hits it when the most desperate sounding shout rips from Keith’s throat, probably heard by the rest of the Castle, even if the walls are soundproof. Lance smirks, and thrusts deeper into the same spot. Keith diminished to nothing but whimpers and begs underneath him.

Lance is chasing his own orgasm now, and with only another few deep thrusts, he’s spilling into Keith, painting his insides. He lets go of Keith’s legs, and pulls up a little, no longer trapping Keith’s cock with his body. He sees Keith’s hand moving, stroking himself, and he covers it with his own, not letting that happen.

He’s still coming hard, and he keeps up his thrusts, Keith becoming louder and louder. His shouts incoherent through all the whining.

“Lance, p-please!!” he shouts, and feeling mercy, Lance twists his hand, stroking Keith firmly.

Keith eyes shudder and roll back. Relight before he can bust, Lance stops. Pulls almost all the way of out Keith with his rapidly softening cock, before inching in, slowly. Slower than that, he releases Keith’s cock from his hold, pumping it steadily.

“Cum for me, Keith.”

By the second twist of his hand, Keith’s orgasm hits, hot white cum shooting out and all over his chest. Before that one even seems to finish, Keith’s body jolts again, another wave of pleasure hitting him. Lance watches it happen, stroking himself through it slowly.

“Yes, baby. That’s it, you’re doing so good. Keep coming for me, Keith,” he says, words spilling from his lips.

If he hadn’t had already just came, he would be so hard right now. Watching tears begins to from at the edged of Keith’s scrunched up eyes, sweet moans, coming from his throat. The way he grabs at Lance to keep himself steady.

They both lose track of how many times Keith orgasms that night. By the end, he was dry, body spasming in pleasure but nothing coming out, cum run dry. If Keith is embarrassed about his newfound ability as a half Galra, he doesn’t show it, curling up against Lance is his room (because even after Lance had washed them both down in his own, there was too much cum on the sheets to sleep on them.) and promptly falling asleep, worn out and still riding the high of his own pleasure.

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The streets of Altea City are quiet, the night dark and cold. Lance shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, the sound of his heart thumping the only thing to accompany him.

He loiters near a shitty bar—owned by a vague friend of a friend. In the distance, a motorbike revs, before swerving around the corner. The streetlights are dim but Lance can just make out the figure on the bike. Dark hair whipping behind him, motorbike jacket a dark red, face covered with a brown scarf, indigo eyes searching the night.

They land on their target.

Lance turns, walking away.

Down a dank alleyway, and through to the other side. A gust of wind hits him, and there’s a group of young teenagers on the other side of the road, shouting and yelling. Lances eyes linger on them for a moment.

Footsteps, coming quick and fast. Almost silent.

But Lance knows what to listen out for.

In the next moment, a warm hand is over his mouth, brown scarf around his eyes. Lance stumbles to the left, thrown off-balance, and then he recovers the person has slipped off their leather glove and shoved it in his mouth, a makeshift gag. Swallowing up his screams.

Lance is dragged through the alleyway, the man’s arms strong around him. Tosses onto a motorbike, someone sitting behind him, pushing his body right up against the handles.

As they drive, the man behind him shifts, erection pressing into Lances lower back. He can feel it even through his green jacket.

When the motorbike stops, there’s a rough;

“Get off.”

And Lance springs to life, ignoring the uncomfortableness of his jeans and moving forward willingly when the man shoves Lance forward.

He knows where they’re going, can hear his footsteps echoing off of the walls of the warehouse.

The makeshift gag is ripped out, and a slash as his kidnapper cuts through his blindfolds. Pressing his knife to Lance’s skin for a fraction of a second. A promise of what is to come.

Lance is spun, and shoved up against the concrete wall before he can think. One arm bent behind his back, hilt of a knife digging into his spine.

“You okay?” the man asks, voice dropping, a fraction of a bit softer. “Safe word?”

Lance tilts his head back, catching Keith’s eye.

“I’m good. Safe word’s lion,” he mumbles, Keith’s sharp gaze coaxing the words from his throat.

Keith nods once, and then presses Lance harder into the wall, locking back into the scene, breath hot in the back of his neck.

Keith’s erection is back to pressing into Lance’s ass, and Lance can’t hold back the groan that forces itself through his mouth.

In an instant, the hilt of the knife is taken away from his back, Lance flipped, Keith’s body pulling away from him. Now, he’s staring into Keith’s dark eyes, hazy with desire and something more.

“Did I say you could speak?” he hisses, flat side of the knife against his throat, freezing him in place. One move, and he’s bleeding out into the floor.

Of course, he can’t keep his mouth shut. “I wasn’t spe—“

The leather glove is shoved into his keith again. Lance can’t help the way he groans a little around it. Keith taps his thigh. Lance taps back. A confirmation that this is okay. To keep going.

Keith drags his knife down, slicing through Lances shirt. He yanks off Lance’s jacket, tossing it behind him into the darkness of the warehouse. His knife cuts into the smooth flesh of Lance’s abdomen, just shallow enough to draw blood.

“Get down,” Keith grunts, shoving Lance harshly onto the cold floor.

Lance goes willingly, knees hitting the concrete hard. Keith manhandles him, tugging him forward, and then around. He lifts Lance’s hips up. On all fours on the ground, Lance stays there like a dog. Keith ready to give his reward to such a good doggy.

Lance feels the cold metal of Keith’s knife slide down his back, slicing the fine hairs that grow there. Lightly, like he’s savouring Lance, Keith leets the tip of the knife run from the base of Lance’s neck all the way down his spine, stopping when he gets to the hem of his jeans.

Lance moans from the pain, mingling with numbing pleasure that seeps through his body, making it bearable. The knife hooks into the back of Lance’s jeans, and Keith pulls him up. Lance’s hands are tied behind his back. A blindfold around his eyes. He can’t see or touch Keith. His body at the mercy of his taker.

Keith uses the flat edge of his blade to trace all along Lance’s back, gliding over the tanned skin. His mouth kisses up Lance’s neck, quietly sucking marks that will leave bruises for days. Dark and painful, just how Lance likes it.

His jeans are tight now, and he doesn’t dare move, Keith’s arm wrapped around his shoulders from the back, knife at his throat. He can feel the blade against his skin. just light enough not to cut.

“Such a good little boy,” Keith says lowly, blade pressed against his skin as the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down echoes though the room.

Lance shudders. He’s light-headed, the point of the blade cutting his skin again, a horizontal line between his shoulder blades. Keith is worshipping him, ready to devour him whole.

Lance, taken forcibly, willing to bend to this man’s will. Wanting to be used.

The friction in his jeans is too much, and Keith nicks the skin just above the hem of his jeans, then, pulls his knife away, presumably using two hands to pull down his jeans.

Lance can’t stop thinking about it. How much he needs to see, to touch Keith. God, he wants it.

Slightly, he bucks his hips up against his jeans, pleasure shooting up his spine. Tingling back down, and Lance does it again. He’s already so high-strung, adrenaline pumping through him that the next slight thrust, and he’s coming, orgasm hitting him so hard he doesn’t register the knife pressing into the back of his neck, drawing thin line of blood. It only serves to add to the pleasure.

“God, you’re greedy for it, aren’t you?” whispers Keith’s voice in his ear, and Lance hums around his gag.

“What did I say about talking?”

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Getting a job at the Garrison was not what Lance saw in his future. If you had told him five years ago, that this is what his life would’ve come to, he would’ve laughed.

He likes teaching kids. He really does.

But with no one around but older, married officers, Lance is pent-up. Unbearably so.

And so when Keith’s ship lances in one of the Garrisons hangars, Lance is the first person down to watch his friend climb-out.

He’s got no idea what mission it was, only that he’s insanely jealous, and also a little bitter, because Keith is actually doing something worthwhile, and holy shit his ass looks good in that suit. Five months since Lance has last seen him and he’s filled out everywhere.

His stupid, horny brain has no sense of control and these feelings go straight to his dick, and he’s hard in his pants, the Garrison uniform doing him no favours.

“Hey, Keith!” he calls before he can stop himself, moving closer to the man.

Keith looks up, for a berried second “Lance.”

“How uh—how are you? You look—different, I mean, obviously, you’ve just been on a mission but—“

“Sorry, I’ve got to get to a meeting,” Keith huffs, pushing past Lance, barely sparing a glance in his direction.

Lance watches him walk off. Okay. Cool. Thats cool. Completely fine.

Lance stands in the middle of the hangar for a good minute before he managed to get his head on right and marches out of the doors.

Focus, McClain. It’s not like Keith was going to talk to you straight away. He actually has important things to attend too. But his feet carry him down the hall to the briefing rooms, unable to help but wonder which one Keith is in right now.

They’re are two locked. The biggest one, briefing room A, which Lance presumes Keith is in, and a smaller one, further down the hall.

Lance walks past room A, his horny brain imagining Keith at the head of the table, addressing the room in that commanding tone he uses when in a professional setting. God, it’d be so hot. Maybe Keith’d lean over the table slightly, long hair falling in front of his face, and Lance would stand behind him, hands on his ass, pressing closer—

Lance shakes his head clear. Get a grip. He’s twenty-five, for fucks sake.

He passes the second locked briefing room without much thought, until there’s a strangled scream. Teacher instincts kicking in, Lance freezes. Is there a kid in there? Is someone hurt? Years of war have trained him to be stealthy, and Lance picks the lock without much thinking, using the keychain ring on his car keys.

He pries the door open silently, and nope, oh, fuck, that’s definitely a moan and not a cry for help. How did his horny brain not realise that?

“Keith!” a voice yells, and that stops Lance.

His pent up dick leads his head through the door. The first thing he sees is a mop of black hair fanned out over the table, groaning and writhing. Behind him, is a tall man (although still a couple inches shorter than Lance) fingers up the skirt Keith is wearing, (wait what?!) and also clearly up his ass.

Both of them stop when Lance makes a strangled gasp, and Lance meets the eyes of James Griffin, who’d arrived at the Garrison a few days previous, after some stupid exposition or something.

What. The. Fuck.

All three men compute everything for a few seconds, and James is the first to react, pulling back from Keith. Lance scrambles for the door. Keith stays bent over the table.

A firm “No,” falls from his lips in that commanding tone, and Lance is weak. he stops, standing very, very still.

“What are you doing here? Get out,” James huffs, looking more embarrassed than Keith. Lance didn’t know much about the guy, just that they went to the Garrison together, and that he occasionally shows his face around base.

Lance had certainly not known that he was screwing around with Keith.

“Uh—“ Lance is about to excuse himself, when keith stands up.

The tightest schoolgirl outfit Lance has seen, long sleeve top straining around his chest, biceps, abs. It’s white, and underneath it is a blue skirt, exposing half of Keith’s gorgeous ass, and everything at the front too. His cock still hard. Why is he still hard?

Lance swallows hard. “Nice outfit,” he manages, but his voice cracks and he doesn’t sound as teasing as he was going for.

Keith rubs his hands through his long hair, smirking. “You like it? Some shop on the planet I was at had an Earth store.”

“It looks good,” the words are out and Lance means them but he did not mean to say them.

He finds that yeah, Keith does look, really, really good wearing some schoolgirl uniform. Tight in all the right places, buttons straining. Fucking thigh high stockings biting into his skin. God, Lance wants him.

James sighs. Glances at Keith for a second. Keith narrows his eyes back. Some sentence of understanding passes between them, and the James is bending Keith over the table once more, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock, gripping the swell of Keith’s ass.

They both ignore Lance. Lance stands there, stunned. He should leave.

His horny little brain gets him to stay.

Gets him to walk closer.

Objectively, James Griffin is hot. Muscular, nice looking hair, sharp features, and a massive dick. Bigger than Lances.

As Lance moves closer, James has gone back to fingering Keith, Keith letting out small grunts of pleasure, rolling his hips back.

He’s less than a foot away, and James’ arm is around him, pulling Lance flush against him, Lance felling that big dick Press against his upper thigh.

“You joining in or what?” James hisses, voice low, and Lance’s horny brain finds a way to make that sound hot.

Lance hesitates before leaning closer, his head settling into the crook of James’ neck.

“Yeah,” he croaks out.

James pushes him away slightly, eyes locking on his for a moment before diving closer, kissing him. Lance melts into it, letting his rational thinking slip away and cock take charge. Lance swirls his tongue in James’ mouth, grabbing the back of his head to pull him closer. James’ arm wraps around Lance’s lower back, bad as they kiss his brings it around, palming at Lance’s cock, nearly at full mast.

There a high pitched moan that goes straight to Lance’s dick and he remembers Keith, getting fingered on the table. In that. sinful schoolgirl uniform.

Lance’s mouth leaves James’ with a wet pop, and Lance is turned to face Keith, ass still clenching around James’ fingers.

A squelch, and James removed them.

“N—no—“ Keith whines. “Pl—ease, I ne—“ he’s on the verge of tears, and it makes Lance feel so lightheaded.

“You can have him,” James’ whispers. “He’s been begging the whole time.”

Hands are on Lance’s hips, and fingers in his pants. Lance shudders, reaching for Keith, reading the boy over so he can see his pretty face. James’ moving into him and Lance walking closer to the table, legs hitting the edge, back arching over as cold liquid is poured onto his ass.

He lets his hands roam over Keith, who already looks fucked-out, warm and pliant underneath his hands.

He feels Keith’s abdomen, the hard planes of it. He’s still got a narrow waist, impossibly small, making the skirt look so good on him. Lance lets his hands trail down to Keith’s ass, giving it a squeeze. It’s not as firm as he was expecting. There’s muscle, sure, but most of it is just soft flesh, Keith just blessed with a fat ass. His thighs are very much the same, Thick thighs, spilling over the sides of his thigh high sheer stockings. Making them look even bigger.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Lance mumbles. Slipping his hands under Keith’s skirt. Feeling that cock.

Then he yelps, a cold finger wiggling into his own ass. He spins his head around, and James is smirking at him.

“You like that, McClain?”

Lance just rocks his hips back against James’ fingers.

His hands slide down Keith’s legs, grabbing the underside of his knees and pushing him further back on the table. James takes this as an opportunity to bend Lance over, and Lance’s face is now really close to that far ass he’d been feeling up.

Tentatively, he sticks his tongue out, licking up a drop of lube still coming out of Keith’s ass. Keith moans, bucking his hips up.

“Jeez, how desperate are you?” Lance teases, licking and kissing the insides of Keith’s thighs.

James snorts from behind him, pushing his finger all the way in, a small, whiny noise sneaks past form Lance’s lips.

“He’s been pent up for the past few months, all alone in ship,” he answers Lance’s question, and also jabbing at Keith.

Keith groans. “Want-want you. Now.”

Lance can feel how desperate Keith is, and when he’s sucked enough bruises into Keith’s legs, he decides to just go for it, thrusting his tongue into Keith’s ass. It seems clean, so thank god for that, and it’s pretty loose, thanks to James’ fingering.

A third finger has been added to Lance’s ass and he’s bent over the table now, just like Keith was. James pumps him quickly, scissoring his hole. Lance doubles down on thirsting further into Keith’s ass every time James’ fi gets curl up into him.

Keith’s walls are smooth and hot around him, a wet heat that Lance is craving more of. Keith’s legs hook around his neck, and the back of his shoulders, hands fighting Lance’s hair.

Something that is certainly not s finger shoved its way into Lance’s ass, filled by a “God, you’re tight.”

Keith manages to speak around the whines and moans coming from his lips. “Just be glad I didn’t crack him first, Griffin.”

Lance doenst even allow himself to think about what that statement means, before James has bottomed out, and the pleasure is unimaginable. Lance has never felt so full. His eyes roll back, and he digs his fingers into the soft flesh of Keith’s thighs.

James begins thrusting, slowly, just to get Lance prepared and then faster, deeper. Lance marches his pace with eating out Keith’s ass, delving in with every hit to his inner walls.

The room is full of moans and strangled whining. of people trying to hide it. Lance feels himself rock between to two men, quickly growing overstimulated by the action on both ends, and if he doesn’t cum soon, he might pass out from sheer over sensitivity.

Jena’s finds his prostate and it’s so over for Lance. A few deep thrusts and he’s gone, coming on the table, mouth slack against Keith’s hole. James feels Lance tightening around him as he cums, and releases not long after, shooting his load straight up Lance’s ass. Lance shudders, moaning loudly, sucking at Keith’s hole while James busts into him and Keith’s fingers tighten their grip in Lance’s hair.

A body pressing over his and James is lying on top of him, chest to back, lubed up hand stroking Keith’s overlooked cock a couple times before Keith lets out a cry.

“ James!! Luh—Lance!!” and he too, spills, all over Hames’ hand.

Lance slumps against the table. Not wanting to move. Sticky in a pile of his own cum.

James fucked him.

He ate Keith out.

He wonders how long Keith had until he needs to get to his meeting, and rocks his hips up against James slowly.

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It’s late when Keith gets back to the Castle. He’d been sent on a diplomatic mission, because fucking Shiro had managed to convince Allura to let Keith tag along with her. Apparently he needs to learn how to get along with others in a civil manner. It was boring as hell, and the whole time, Keith could hear the man beside him breathing and it made him wanna—

Stupid diplomatic meeting aside, Keith wants to sleep. For about a thousand years. And wash all the sweat off of his body, because being in a stuffy room always stinks.

Keith forgoes the private bathroom in his own bedroom, as the public showers are much closer, and he knows fine well no one will be using them, with how late it is. Plus, the Castle’s showers are huge, a big, steamy room with like, a billion soaps to choose from. Not that he uses anything other than his three-in-one, but still.

He walks into the changing room, stripping himself out of this stiff, long red shirt Allura had made him wear, and the black cutoff pants to go with it. Keith knows he looked like an idiot. He tosses his clothes onto the bench in the middle of the room, grabbing a towel from one of the shelves on wall and wrapping it around his waist, heading into the showers.

The Castles showers are open plan. A doorway, splitting off into two circular rooms, each with a metal bench lining the wall, the shower heads adjustable, jutting out just further than the bench. Everything cool teal tile, covered in hazy steam.

Keith steps into the left side of the showers, dropping his towel and turning on the water, letting it slowly heat up before stepping under. It’s warm, and he relishes the feeling. Tilts his head back, lets it wash over him.

A moan, and Keith turns the water up a notch, close to boiling. A wet slap, and Keith sighs softly, reaching for the soap, and grunt, and he freezes.

He’s not the one making those noises. Someone else is in here.

Keith perks his ears up, listening.

“Ugh-ngh!” There. A moan, and definitely not his own. Keith can’t place who it is, but they’re in the other shower block, and it has to be one of the guys, cause, well, this is the men’s public showers.

Anyone normal would leave. Keith should leave.

Instead, he leave the water running, creeping forward slowly. But if the guy hasn’t noticed him before, he doubts they will now.

He tilts his head around the corner of the wall to the other side of the shower room, steam hitting his face. He doesn’t know what he’s expecting, but morbid curiosity gets the better of him, and—

Lance. It’s Lance.

Lance, on his knees, bent over the bench, vibrating pink dildo shoved up his ass. He’s the one making all those noises. Keith freezes, head half around the wall, just peeking at Lance. Watches as the boy fumbles with something in his hands then drops the device to the floor, and it scatters over the tile, landing near Keith’s foot. The dildo seems to move faster in Lance, the boy throwing his head back, howling.

Keith feels his cheeks flush a dark red and his cock is half-hard, from just watching Lance fuck himself with the toy. Keith’s hands clench around the side of the wall, praying Lance won’t see his hands. Lance’s fingers hook over the slats of the bench, gripping tight as he ducks his head down.

A wicked idea forms across Keith’s mind and he’s too out of it to really think it through. Not that he would think it through if he was in the right state of mind, but, still.

Ducking down swiftly, he grabs the device Lance had dropped on the floor. The remote for the dildo. It has two buttons: an arrow up and an arrow down. Keith doesn’t know how high the dildo is now, but from the way Lance is moaning, he has to be pretty close.

Keith wonders if Lance does this a lot. Comes to the public showers, fucks himself stupid on toys. If he only uses a dildo, or if he has other devices to get him off. Wonders if Lance wants to be seen. Wants people to look to be seen all vulnerable, water dripping down him, begging for someone to see and appreciate every little sound that falls from his lips.

Keith clicks the button. The vibrator goes up a notch.

Lance whimpers, a tight little breathy sound, just dragging out from his lips. Arches his back.

“Mhhmn-f-fuck,” he breathes out, and Keith’s hand slips down to his cock, stroking himself gently. Tiny flicks of his wrist. He wants to see if this can last. How long he can draw Lance out before he cums.

Lance appears to be unaware that the setting went up, and takes it, eyes squeezing shut, hand moving up over his chest, pinching his nipples, twisting them. Keith turns the vibrator up one more, imagining that Lance’s hand is his, and he’s the one getting Lance off.

“Keith!” Lance moans his name, and Keith freezes. Has Lance seen him?

But no, Lance gives no indication that he has, nearly in tears as the dildo fucks him harder. He shifts, and Keith gets a view of his cock, rock hard against his stomach. Keith has to bite back a moan of his own.

Lance is imagining the dildo is Keith. Keith feels pleasure warm throughout him, because little does Lance know that in a way, the dildo is him, his actions controlling it.

Keith strokes himself harder, and he’s not going to last. He refuses to cum before Lance though, and ramps up the vibrator, clicking it three times.

Lance goes feral. A full scream now, strangled and gasping. His back is arched so far Keith thinks his head might hit the floor, and Lance is coming, hot, white bursts shooting out from his cock, painting the bench in front of him.

Keith busts not even five seconds later, covering his mouth with one hand, and pumping himself through it with the other. When he finishes, his cum covers the tile in front of him, and Lance is sobbing with pleasure and overstimulation.

Keith fumbles with the remote, turning the dildo down until he sees it stop moving in Lance’s ass. It takes Lance a few minutes to sober up enough to look around, and Keith spends all that time watching. Lance head swivels around the room, because he’s not stupid, he knows someone is there. Keith ducks behind the wall, tossing the remote vaguely in Lance’s direction, heading back into the left side of the showers, back under his spray of hot water. Washing the cum from his body.

He smiles. Maybe next time, Lance can find him.

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Glancing at his husband, Lance finds Keith is already staring right back at him, eyebrow slightly furrowed, as if to say ‘What the fuck is he talking about?’

The ‘him’ would refer to the High Priest of the planet they’re currently trying to form an alliance with. Trying being the key word.

Because while the war may be over, hundreds of planets are still in dire need of resistance, even ten years later.

And so Lance finds himself (on the night of his fifth wedding anniversary no less), trying to convince this man to let the Voltron Coalition offer his planet help.

All of the other Paladins are here. Lance doesn’t see why he has to be.

“Hey, ‘Llura, I…really need to piss. Where’s the bathroom at?” he whispers to Allura, who turns her head to give him a scathing glare. Lance smiles meekly.

“I can show you,” Keith interrupts, sitting across from them but his freakishly good Galra hearing allowing him to butt into the conversation. Lance beams at his wonderful, amazing husband. Has he ever said how much he loves Keith?

Lance blinks at Allura, smirking. “We’ll be back,” he grins.

And then he’s out of his seat, running out of the door. Keith is hit on his tail, coming up behind him to drape himself over the back of Lance, hugging his arms around his waist.

“Fucking hell, that was boring,” he groans into the crook of Lance’s neck. Lance hums in agreement, running a hand through his husbands hair.

He kisses the top of Keith’s head. “On our anniversary, like the fuck? You wanna get out of here?”

Keith mumbles a yes into Lance’s neck.

They don’t even make it out of the building before Keith is all over him. He’s handsy on a good day, and Lance can barely get out of bed when anything like a birthday, or anniversary rolls around, on top of Lance the second he wakes up.

So Lance is shoved against the wall, in the middle of a tiny corridor that seems to be out of use.

Keith’s hands under his form fitting shirt, cool metal of his ring brushing up against Lance’s skin and making him shiver.

“Keith—“ Lance pants, “Let us get into the ship a least, please—“

“No,” Keith hisses, mouth on Lance’s.

Lance gives in. Pushing back against Keith, kissing him harder. Keith, boxing him in, hands deftly undoing the buttons on Lance’s shirt, shucking it off, Lance tries to reciprocate, but Keith pins his hands against the wall and Lance’s stomach does that weird flip and he’s up, Keith’s hands wrapping around the backs of his legs and lifting him up against the wall, Lance straddling his husband midair, back against concrete.

When both their pants are off, Keith slows down. He’s absurdly gentle with Lance. All rough and demanding to rile Lance up, get him into it, but then he tapers off, gentle hands caressing all over Lance.

“You’re so beautiful,” Keith whispers, using his body to push Lance against the wall so he can cup Lance’s face. “So glad I met you. So glad I married you. I’m sorry about the shitty meeting. Can’t ravish you properly now,” he mumbles, deep purple eyes leading to galaxies and trillions of stars. Warm and soft, and entirely for Lance.

Lance kisses him. Because he can. And because he loves this man. Wholly and completely. “You can ravish me anywhere,” he says, almost laughing at how sappy Keith looks right now.

“Mhm. I know,” and the kiss is deep this time, tongues swirling together and mixing, both men sharing the same breath.

Lance is very hot, and also very hard, and thank fuck for Keith honestly, because his husbands fingers are creeping into the waistline of his boxers, tugging them down, and he himself sinking down with them, dropping Lance to the ground gently and sinking to his knees. Lance keens at the sight.

Keith is a perfect mess. Lips red and swollen, hair messed up and sticking at all angles, surrounding his face like a halo, a gorgeous being sent down from the heavens to bless the very ground Lance has the privilege to walk on.

Lance can see his husband tenting in his boxers, but Keith ignores that for now. Palming at Lance’s cock, and Lance lets him Keith kissing the insides of Lance’s thighs tenderly. Biting and nibbling the skin. Marking his flesh. Working his way up and taking Lance’s balls in his mouth, sucking on them slowly, fondling the other with his hand.

“Kei—uhhhgg—,” Lance groans, quickly worked up. He braces himself with one hand against the wall, burying the other in Keith’s hair.

Keith draws his head back with a smirk that should not be that attractive, and smiles softly at Lance. God, he’s pretty.

Keith’s lips wraps around Lance’s cock, and Lance is gone, overwhelmed by the pleasure and the love he feels from Keith. ForKeith.

Keith is in a similar state, plush pink lips wrapped around the head of his husbands cock, eyes watering as he sinks lower, looking up at Lance with such adoration.

“Don’t be getting all emotional on me now mullet,” Lance teases, carding his fingers through Keith’s hair as his husband begins to properly suck, deepthroating Lance almost instantly, years of doing this allowing his ease.

Keith grunts in response, and Lance doesn’t last long, Keith pumping whatever he can’t throat with his hand, his spit making everything so slick and warm.

Lance rolls his hips into Keith’s mouth, fucking his throat. Keith moans, taking Lance a little further, the two of them pushing in tandem, dangerously close to the edge.

It’s only when Keith lets out a moan that sound more like a choked sob does Lance tilt his husbands head back slightly, only to find Keith crying, going down on Lance’s cock.

Lance knows Keith isn’t in pain, or wanting this to stop. They have safe-words, and tap-outs, everything. And Keith—he looks so pretty, on his knees for Lance, crying softly while giving Lance the most mind-blowing head.

Before Lance can even ask if Keith is okay, a heat is building low in his gut, something deep and heavy, and he’s coming, spilling down Keith’s throat, his husband swallowing him down without question, tears flowing down his cheeks, looking up at Lance through wet lashes.

He manages to stand on shaky feet and Lance instantly pulls him close, bodies pressing together, holding his face.

“What’s with the tears? I thought you weren’t gonna get all emotional? Mr. Tough Guy, huh?” he smiles, kissing Keith softly, because he cannot keep his mouth off of this beautiful man.

Keith laughs wetly, hand rubbing Lance’s hip. “I love you. I love you so much,” he says softly, placing his head in Lance’s neck.

“I love you too baby,” Lance says, wrapping his arms around Keith. Keith is still hard, pressing him to Lance’s hip, and had Lance not just cum, he would be too.

“Dunno why I started crying.”

“Cause I’m so unbelievably hot, obviously.”

“Shut up, you jerk.”

“It’s cause you love me too much.”

“Ah, yeah you got me,” Keith smiles.

Lance smirks back, meeting his husbands eyes. “Makes you look so fucking hot though, on your knees like that, crying around my dick—“

Keith shuts him up with a kiss.

And when, thirty minutes later, Allura comes storming down the hall, cursing them out, yelling, Keith and Lance both laugh, still wrapped up in each other and too in love to care. It’s their anniversary, after all.

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The party is loud, and Keith’s ears hurt. The music’s been blaring for the past four hours, and all he wants is to leave. But, Lance is being a piece of shit and refusing to cooperate (and it’s not that Keith’s clingy, because he’s not, he just would really like his boyfriend to join him when he ditches this fucking party), yapping away to people all night.

He’s chatting with a group of aliens now, all with brightly coloured, curly hair, and even brighter skin. Lance appears to be having the time of his life, and Keith huffs, turning away and storming back to the drinks table.

Shiro tells them all not to drink during parties held by the leaders of alien planets, but everyone forgoes that. Keith’s already helped himself to multiple glasses of whatever-the-fuck this orange liquid is because holy shit, it’s good. It must be weaker than Earth’s alcohol though, because Keith only feels pleasantly buzzed.

And with no boyfriend to ditch with, Keith knocks back another glass. And another.

And another.

He doesn’t know how long it is but at some point, a heavy, warm weight drapes over his back. Keith’s hand is on his dagger before he can question, but then Lance’s soft, purring voice is in his ear.

“Mhmmm, don’ be killin’ me Keithy,” he hums, voice low and smelling of that soft, orange drink Keith had been putting away. So they’d both been drinking then.

Keith lets go of his blade, letting Lance’s hands grab all over his torso. “Where’ve you been?”

“Hmm?” Lance’s face is in Keith’s neck now. “Just chatting up the ladies.”

“You’re dating me.”

“Yeah.”

Something spikes through Keith, hot and sharp. He yanks himself out of Lance’s grip, spinning around to face him. “So why were you ‘chatting them up?’”

Lance’s face falls for a moment before picking back up into his usual smirking grin. “Awh, c’mon babe. I was just havin’ some fun,” his eyes are bright and his words slightly slurred.

Keith is annoyed. Hurt that Lance would just ‘have some fun.’

He’s grabbing Lance’s arm and tugging him out of there before he can think.

“Woah—mullet, where’re we goin’?” Lance yelps, trying to struggle away from him. Keith ignores his protests until they get outside, dragging him across the garden, brimming with bright flowers and plants, luminescent in the dark of the night.

“Stop talking,” Keith growls, all up into Lance, pushing him back, back into the grass, falling on top of him with little grace. Lance squawks indignantly.

“I thought you liked my mouth—”

Keith shuts him up by kissing him hard.

He was wrong about the alcohol not being strong enough. It’s like, outside, his intoxication levels have increased tenfold. His mind goes to much, focusing only on pinning Lance further into the dirt, prying open his soft, warm mouth, slipping his tongue inside and kissing him sloppily. Every shortened breath of air he manages to gulp in when the kisses break hikes up his drunk stupor, barely thinking anymore.

The pang of jealousy comes back as Keith’s hands are under Lance’s shirt. His mind fills with the feeling, narrowing down on it. Keith pinches Lance’s nipples, tweaking them between his fingers. Lance yelps with pain and it sends a jolt of delight to Keith’s cock. Oh yes. Lance is going to pay for ignoring him all night.

Somehow, in his drunk state, Keith rolls up and off of Lance, who whines at the loss of contact.

“On your knees,” Keith tells him, and Lance is quick to comply, his long limbs taking a second to response to the order.

When Lance is on his knees, Keith grabs the bottom of his shirt, standing up and tugging it over Lance’s head, tossing it back into the bushes that surround them. Lance’s skin has the paling remnants of marks littered across his torso, Keith takes in the sight. He’s gorgeous.

Gorgeously stupid.

“Pants off,” and he watches as Lance struggles, shimming his tight fitting dress pants off, all while trying to remain in a kneeling position. Such a good little boy.

Keith gapes when he sees the panties underneath, straining to hold Lance’s cock in place, frilly and a light blue, contrasting with his skin and the darkness of the air around them.

“Oh, Lance,” is all Keith can breathe out, falling to his knees and palming at Lance’s cock near instantly. He should have more discipline with himself. Hold back from instantly jumping at his boyfriend.

But god, does Lance look hot like this, red-face and trembling and hands raking all over Keith’s back.

Keith forgets about the blowjob Lance was going to give him, running his fingers over the lace.

“What’s with the panties, huh?” he grumbles, low into Lance’s ear. Lance lets out a high pitched gasp, squeezing Keith’s arm, shuddering under him. “Were you hoping to get into one of those girls pants, huh? Hoping they’d come off into the woods with you, prep you and fuck you senseless into the ground? Is that what you wanted, Lance?”

Lance whines, hips bucking up into Keith’s. Keith arches up and out of the way, stopping Lance from grinding against him.

“No, no, I wore these for you,” Lance insists, hands around Keith’s waist, trying to pull him back down. “Wanted to–to make you all, all, jealous. You’d fuck me so good,” Lance’s words are running together, sentences sloppy, and Keith’s sense of control lowers again as he pins himself flat against Lance.

Lance moans, instantly bucking up into Keith again. It’s a long few seconds of grinding before Keith has enough willpower to maneuver himself up, Lance shakily standing up with him. Keith can see his erection, not at all contained by his panties. He shoves Lance back roughly, both of them lacking a little coordination, stumbling slightly before Lance’s back hits a tree and Keith is keeping him shoved up against it, kissing all over.

“Such a liar,” he accuses, sucking on Lance’s neck. “You’re dating me. Want me. No girls,” Keith says. “Gonna fuck you so good you don’t ever want to be with a girl again.”

Keith shoves three fingers into Lance’s mouth, Lance sucking on them instantly, coating them in hot, wet saliva.

“Good boy,” Keith purrs, tone mocking as he brings the first finger to Lance’s hole, Not even pushing aside the panties, sticking it into the second knuckle, Lance’s hole looser than it should be.

“You fucking prepped yourself,” Keith’s drunk mind comes to the conclusion, and Lance responds with a moan.

“Get on all fours. You wanna get fucked so bad? Beg. Beg for me harder than you clearly want those girls.”

“Only want you, baby,” Lance groans as he drops to the floor, head hanging low.

Keith kicks his arm lightly. “Be a good little boy, Lance. Head up for me,” he says, tone sweet and thick and meant to embarrass Lance.

Lance dutifully raises his head, looking up at Keith through his lashes, cheeks burning red. Keith raises an eyebrow at him.

“Does little Lance not know how to beg for cock? Are you too scared to ask for my dick, Lance?” Keith mocks.

Lance audibly swallows. “I–I want you, Keith,” he mumbles.

Keith cups his hand around his ear, leaning down closer to Lance, noticing the ways Lance’s fingernails are digging into the dirt.

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you,” he smirks.

Lance flushes harder, arching his back, the lovely curve of his ass sticking up in the air, panties slipping into the crack.

“I want you cock, Keith!” Lance says, voice high and loud. “Keith! Please, I need you so bad—ugh–”

Lance is cut off by Keith grabbing a fistful of his hair, pulling sharply. “Keep begging,” he instructs. “You still sound like you want those girls.”

Lance groans lewdly, and Keith moves around him, hands groping Lance’s ass. His fingers are still dripping with his boyfriend's saliva, and he works them back into his hole easily, filling Lance up with three fingers, curling them at different speeds, just grazing past Lance’s prostate.

“Keith—Keith–ah! You feel so, so good. Need you. Need you to fill me up, ah, Keith, please!” Lance shouts, and Keith all but rips off the blue panties.

He keeps his fingers thrusting, and brings the panties to Lance’s mouth.

“Would you hold these for me?” he says sweetly. “I wouldn’t want them to get dirty. They’re just so beautiful…” he trails off, and Lance has them in his mouth, a makeshift gag. Keith grabs his hair, tipping his head back, and groans at the sight, balls already feeling tight. He’s not gonna last long.

Lance mewls around the lace as the head of Keith’s cock breaches his hole, pushing in slowly. It’s humiliating, teasing of Keith to have him like this. Keith takes his time sinking in, Lance’s inner walls still feeling tight despite the prep he had given himself.

He bottoms out, and Lance moans, panties dropping from his mouth. Keith tuts, picking them up instantly and pulling Lance up against him, one hand gripping his hair, the other around his waist.

“You have to hold them, Lance. Or I won’t fuck you,” he tells his boyfriends, gagging Lance once more.

He buck his hips up slowly, teasing Lance. Lance doesn’t drop the panties, managing to moan around them. Keith picks it up, faster and faster, hooking his head over Lance’s shoulder to see his dark cock hitting his abdomen with every thrust.

Keith spits in his hand, pumping Lance at the same time as his hard thrusts, matching the pace. Lance’s muffled moans get louder and louder, and Keith is over the edge before he knows it, spilling into Lance, keeping his pace consistent, making Lance take every drop.

Lance follows not a few seconds after, coming all over the grass, dripping down onto Keith’s hand.

It’s only when they lay naked, curled up on the grass together, does Keith allow Lance to take the gag out, kissing his mouth softly.

“I better not see you with any girls again,” he mutters against Lance’s skin.

His boyfriend only hums, mumbling something akin to an apology before Keith’s intoxicated mind takes over and he passes out against Lance.

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“Dude, why wouldn’t the ladies want all this?” Lance smirks, rolling his hips suggestively. The Paladin’s let out consecutive groans.

“‘Cause you’ve got a small dick,” snarks Pidge, clearly just as sick of Lance as the others. Keith doesn’t know what’s gotten into him recently, but all Lance has been talking about is getting ‘down’ with the ladies. It’s annoying, and only serves to make Lance even more obnoxious than he already is.

“I do not!” Lance yells, scandalised. “I’m–”

Pidge yells, shutting her laptop with a huff. “That’s it! I’m leaving! I hear one more word about your penis and I will cut it off!” she storms out of the room, and everyone takes that as their cue to leave, following quickly after her, eyeing Lance with similar looks of disgust.

Lance groans, flopping down onto the couch, and because Keith apparently didn’t get the memo fast enough, his head lands on Keith’s lap, trapping him there. Keith instantly squirms, trying to get away from whoever this horny mess of a teenager is.

“Nuh-uh!” Lance exclaims, grabbing his arm dramatically. “Keith, don’t tell me you believe them too!”

Keith scoffs at him, pulling his arm away. “Believe them about what?”

“My dick!” Lance pouts, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Yeah, Keith wishes he had left earlier. “The hell? Lance, I don’t give a fuck about your dick. I’m sure it’s too short to meet my expectations anyway. Now let me go.”

Lance looks scandalised. “Oh? So you do agree with them? Seriously, why the hell is it so hard to get people to believe I’ve got an average-sized dick?”

And with those words, he pulls himself up off of Keith, hands going to his belt. The fuck? Keith’s eyes go wide. “No! Lance, I don’t–”

“We’re measuring dicks, right now mullet. You think I’m small?” Lance doesn’t stop, shucking his belt off and tossing it to the floor. He looks up at Keith incredulously. “What? Ickle Keithy too scared to show off his tiny cock?” he jibes, and Keith will not fall for it. He refuses to.

Keith grunts at Lance, standing up off of the couch—to leave the room, obviously—but something's already sparked in his chest. A fiery sense of competition that he can never quite seem to shake around Lance.

“You know what? Fuck this. Fine,” he snaps, not allowing himself to think (when does he ever?) before he’s undoing the button to his jeans, tugging them down. This incentivisesLance once more, and neither of them say a word until all of their clothes have been stripped (Keith doesn’t know when it was mutually decided that they were going full-naked) minus their boxers.

Keith keeps his eyes trained on Lance’s cocky girn. He will not look down. He won’t.

Lance grins, moving closer. “You ready, mullet?” he grins, leaning down, using his slight height advantage to his benefit. “You can’t back out now.”

Keith huffs, hands on the elastic of his black boxers, and he’s shoving them down, his own dick bouncing slightly as it comes out of his confines. He’s not big, just a little over average, in both size and width. Nothing super impressive. But he narrows Lance down with a steely glare, only to find the other boy openly gaping at his cock.

“Dude, you’re tiny!” Lance claims, and he sounds genuinely shocked.

“No…I’m not?”

Lance shoves off his blindingly blue boxers, and oh fuck, Keith is tiny compared to that.

It’s a miracle Lance’s cock was even confined to his boxers. He’s fucking massive, easily eleven or so inches, and that’s when he’s soft. His cock is thick too, veins bulging along the sides, running from the root to the head.

It almost makes him annoyed really. At least, he would be, if he didn’t want it. Not that Keith has like, thought about it or anything but a big dick fucking him open, hitting him deep everytime? Yes please.

Perhaps Lance isn’t the only horny teenager on this ship.

Keith swallows, willing his blush to go away, meeting Lance’s eyes. “You think that is average?”

Lance’s brows pinch in confusion. “You mean it’s not?”

“You’re fucking huge.”

Lance grins. Whatever interest Keith had disapates, because that fucking piece of shit. Lance was faking it, just to get Keith to admit that, yes, he had a big dick. And Keith had fallen right into his trap. God. Is he that pathetic?

Keith shakes his head, reaching down to snatch his pants up from the floor. “No. Fuck off Lance,” he half-laughs, hoping to conceal the half-boner now that he’s eye level with that dark cock. It doesn’t help that Lance is shaved as well, allowing for everything to be on display, nothing to the imagination.

Lance moves closer, and his hand is on Keith’s shoulder, gently guiding him back to the couch, the backs of Keith’s knees hitting the edge.

“Keith,” Lance says softly, glancing down at his boner, almost at full-mast. “I know your pent up. All of us are.”

There’s a question in there somewhere, and Keith doesn’t know if he wants to give an answer. He is pent up, of course he is, and fuck if he fingers don’t do shit. But—this? With Lance?

“Unless you’re too scared,” Lance tacks on, eyebrow quirked, meeting Keith’s eye.

Keith smirks, mind jumping to his decision. “Of what? Your average dick?”

He lets Lance push him slowly back onto the couch, settling his weight on top of him. Keith can hardly breathe, mind going into overdrive. A second of silence before Keith shoots his head up, capturing Lance’s lips. That seems to do it, and they both can’t pull apart from each other.

Whatever tension that had been lingering in the room melts away, and it strikes Keith just how naked they are. After that, he can’t think straight anymore, testing the waters by rolling his hips up against Lance’s. Lance responds immediately, rolling his back down, and oh god, Lance’s cock feels even bigger when he’s hard. Keith is a whining mess before he knows it, pathetically weak at the thought of a dick that big.

“So you like my dick, hm?” Lance teases, breath hot against his ear. “Or are you just so horny you’ll take anything?”

Keith gasps, Lance shifting off of him slightly, scrabbling around on the floor. “Like–like yours,” his traitorous brain lets tumble out. “Big.”

“Gald to hear that,” Lance smirks.

A click as something is uncapped, and they’re cold, wet fingers breeching his hole seconds later.

“This okay?”

Keith can do nothing but nod encouragingly at Lance. “Uh-huh,” is all he stutters out, too focused on just how large Lance is, especially compared to him. Shit, it makes his own dick look impossibly tiny in comparison. And so give such a big cock to someone as egotistical as Lance is messing with his head too.

A long, lethe finger slips into his ass and Keith groans, long and loud. He prays none of the Paladins are still lingering near the common room.

“Oh, you like that,” Lance taunts, teasing his hole with another finger. “You know, I think I could stretch you out will all five, and you’d still be tight around my cock. It’s just that big, isn’t it?”

The furious blush consuming Keith’s cheeks makes it impossible for him to say much more.

Thankfully, Lance has got him covered in that department. Another long finger slips in, his muscles clenching around it,

“Oooh, so tight around me already, what’re you gonna do when you actually get around to my cock, huh? Gonna wreck your pretty little ass,” Lance breathes lewdly, pantsing into Keith’s slack mouth.

One by one, his fingers edge in, tracing Keith’s rim before finally sinking into his warm heat. He gets to four before Keith spasms, dangerously close to orgasming. Lance grabs the base of his dick in prevention, not wanting Keith to cum on just his fingers.

“Jus–just fuck me already,” Keith whines, grinding shamelessly against Lance, bucking into his hand.

Lance complies, pulling his fingers out of Keith with a pop and Keith is empty, too empty. He looks down at his and Lance’s cocks, how fucking huge Lance’s is. God. He is so ready to get railed.

Lance lowers himself down, spreading Keith’s legs a little further apart and Keith mewls at the burning of his muscles but lets it happen. He’ll do anything if it means having that glorious cock in him. Lance lines up his head with Keith’s hole, easing in the tip slowly.

“Ngh– Lance!” Keith throws his head back into the couch pillows behind him. Stretches his legs out further. Hole twitching in anticipation.

Inch by inch, Lance slips in, getting halfway before Keith starts rolling his hips to meet Lance’s tiny thrusts, swallowing up every centimeter of rock hard cock. They move gently back and forth in tandem with one another until Keith swears he feels something push up against his lower stomach.

He look down, and oh fuck, Lance is fully sheathed inside of him, a bulge in Keith’s tummy where his cock reaches. Keith presses his fingers to it lightly, the moan it elicits loud and unbashful. Lance takes this as his cue to start moving, pulling out a little, then back in. Out and in.

“A-ah! Yes, Lance, right there!” Keith begins to babble, Lance hitting his prostate without even having to thrust that deep.

“Can you handle more?” Lance’s voice is low and husky against his ear. “How long do you think you can last, being split open on my cock?”

Keith screws his eyes shut so he doesn’t have to see Lance’s stupidly attractive face, rolling his hips, Lance snapping back up to meet him. He’s pulling himself half out now, still going agonisingly slow.

“Faster,” Keith whines, grabbing Lance’s hips and pulling him back, only just to the head of his cock rests in Keith’s hole. Keith’s eyes go glassy, and when Lance slams back down into him, Keith screams.

“Lance!! Oh–ngghh– Ah–ah–yes!”

Keith’s eyes roll back and his mind turns to mush as Lance holds his hips hard, thrusting into him deep. Their skin slaps together, a slight squelching noise throughout the room, and Keith is being torn in half.

Never did he think all twelve hard inches of cock would fit inside of him. Lest be fucking him silly,

He’s pounded into the couch, body jostling and jumping up slightly with every entry.

“Gonna–getting close–” Lance moans above him, and his hand wraps around Keith’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.

“Fucking hell, you’re so small Keith. How do you even get off with this?” Lance taunts, and thats what sends Keith over the edge. He cums, shooting hot and fast. He’s touching the fucking stars. Lance manages a few more thrusts before Keith feels him cum, hot cum coming in thick ropes, seemingly never ending, so much of it that it spills out of Keith, even with Lance’s cock plugging him like it is.

Lance doesn’t pull out, letting his cock soften inside Keith.

“Why, the hell, are you the one person with a big dick?” Keith groans in frustration, throwing an arm over his eyes, deciding never to look Lance in the face again.

Lance just laughs. “What can I say? You fucking loved it.”

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Keith adjusts the camera at the foot of his bed, trying to angle it in a way as to not capture the other camera filming him from four different angles. And all the lights he’d set up. Probably a bit excessive, he knows (he can hardly see the floor of his room) but his followers seem to eat it up.

He checks his phone—still eight minutes before the stream is supposed to officially start. He’d only started doing streams recently, when he realised he can make a fuck ton more money than he does in his pre-recorded videos. Plus, he only invites his top-tier members to join, meaning that people scramble to pay for premium.

A ping, and a notification pops up on his lockscreen.

Lance 20:23

You ready to call baby?

Keith ignores the bright flush already creeping across his face, unlocking his phone to heart the message, an incoming call popping up a couple seconds later.

Okay, so maybe the money was only half of the reason he does these streams. Lance, (or, that’s what he said his name was) had been one of the very first people to be on Keith’s page, back when he started this a couple of years ago. Under the username sharpshooterblues Lance had sent him money, a lot more than Keith had ever seen, along with requests. Eventually, Lance had given Keith his number, and his name, promising to send Keith more stuff.

Reluctantly, Keith had agreed, and he and Lance have fallen into a slight routine. And look, Keith would hesitate to use the word sugar baby, but that’s practically what he is.

Huffing, he slips in his earpiece—yet another thing Lance had given him—making sure his hair covers it perfectly. He hits accept on the audio-only call, and sets his phone down on his desk. Shrugs off his pants, leaving him only in a pair of deep red thigh-highs, connected with straps to his matching panties, doing jack shit to conceal his cock, and a thick red velvet choker around his neck, a dangling gold ‘L’ in cursive hanging from it.

“Hey Akira,” Lance purrs in his ear, his warm, thick voice filling Keith’s brain. He hadn’t shared his real name and doesn’t plan too, but god, does Lance’s voice sound heavenly.

“Lance,” Keith greets, getting settled on the bed and opening his stream, clicking up the timer that he’s set to go down until he officially starts.

“Oh, give me more than that, baby,” Lance chastises, humming softly.

The sheets crinkle as Keith shifts. “I’ll be giving you plenty tonight.”

“You better. You wearing that new outfit I got for you?”

Keith fiddles around with one of the lights as he respond. “Yes. The stockings are too small though.”

Lance tuts. “That’s not how you thank me. You know I love your thick thighs baby, I did it on purpose.”

Keith sighs, breathy and high pitched. Willing his interested cock to stand the fuck down, pretending like Lance’s commanding tone doesn’t affect him. “T-thank you, daddy.”

Lance hums, low and deep, approving. Fuck this, Keith’s starting the stream early, desperate for Lance too see him, how flustered he is.

Hounds of people flood in, a lot more than Keith was expecting. He brushes it all aside though, slipping into his persona effortlessly.

“God, you look gorgeous.couldn’t wait any longer. It was killing me, you know, just sitting here, wishing I could get off. And then I remembered all of you,” he bats his eyes at the camera, showing off his long lashes, and his deep, indigo eyes.

“Mhm. Spread those legs out a bit wider for me baby,” Lance says in his ear, and Keith can hear him shifting on his bed.

Keith complies, and the comments are already going wild with praise, people demanding him to do things, donations rolling in. Keith tells his audience that he picks out his favourite requests, but it’s really Lance, reading them off of the screen and choosing exactly how Keith completes them.

“You know,” Keith begins, palming at his cock, “I’ve been so lonely recently. All alone in my house, no one to keep me warm,” he looks dejectedly off to the side. “But that’s why I’m so glad I have you all. You keep me from being bored.”

He smirks at the camera.

“Stop playing with yourself,” Lance growls in his ear. “You may have been bored, but I’ve been working all day, making more money so I can send you loads of pretty things. You’re gonna edge yourself baby. All the way, until your almost there, and then you’re gonna stop. Oh, look, there’s already a request. And I like this one.”

Keith voices to the audience that he’s already seen a request, and Lance laughs lowly in his ear.

“Grab the anal beads. The bigger ones, I know you have them. Jerk yourself off a bit first, give me a show while you take off those panties. Stockings stay on. Love the way your skin spills out over them.”

Keith groans, moving forward onto his forearms and sticking his ass high in the air. He grabs fro his box of sex toys, kept just to the corner of his bed, grabbing the vibrating anal beads, four beads, the last one two inches, which Keith has never managed to shove in his ass.

Slowly, he wiggles out of his panties, swaying his ass high in the air, coating his fingers in lube and sticking his hand in to play with his rim a little, opening himself up slightly. He moans all the while, but keeps it soft, delicate.

When the panties are off, he dangles them in front of the camera, eyeing how wet they are, from both the lube and his precum.

“You’ve gotten me so wet already, I don’t think I’ll last very long,” he pouts at the camera, comets flooding in, offering to pay him more and more money depending on how long he can last.

“Stop teasing. Put the first bead in,” Lance demands, voice husky. And who is Keith to say no to that?

The first bead is easy, slipping into his ass easily. Clicks the button to turn it on, vibrating lightly.

“Turn it up twice everytime you stick another bead in,” Lance instructs, and Keith moans, his pale fingers pushing it up further.

He yelps when he turns it up, an involuntary shout. Lance moans down the line. “Oh, yes baby. Love them noises.”

“Gonna–uhh–I’m close,” Keith pants, already so wound up by Lance’s voice. He pushes the third bead into his ass, but it pops out, Keith having done hardly enough prep to take it.

He flips himself to his back, deciding that it’d be a better angle, he reaches for the lube–

“Spit on your hand, baby. No lube for you, if you’re that pathetic you can’t even take the third on on your knees.”

“Yes, daddy,” Keith huffs softly, praying the microphone didn’t pick that up. The last thing he needs are his followers finding out that he’s got someone on the phone with him during all of his streams, directing his every move instead of them.

Lance hums in appreciation and Keith sucks on his fingers, coating them in saliva, pulling them away from his mouth slowly, a string of spit snapping as he takes them down to his ass, coating around his already stretched hole and the toy.

When he pushes the beads in again, the third one stays in his ass this time, and Keith can do nothing to stop the hand that travels to his aching cock the second he turns up the vibrations, giving himself a couple messy jerks before he’s coming all over himself, arching his back as he’s covered in thick white.

He dips his fingers in his cum after he finishes, bringing it to his mouth and sucking it off. The comments go wild in appreciation, but Lance tuts in his ear.

“I thought I told you to hold off? Why’re you disobeying me now, Akira?” and his voice is dangerous, threatening and dark in the best way possible, and if Keith hadn’t just came, he certainly would be now.

“Ngghhh–” he whines as Lance scolds him, demanding he shove that final bead in his ass fight now, no matter how much it hurts, how overstimulated he is.

Keith listens, bracing himself on the bed, arching his back, rolling his hips, spreading his legs as far as they can possibly go, and then some, his hole burning from the pain, but the pure bliss of being so full overrides that. Keith cants his hips faster, hoping to swallow up the final bead.

A wet pop and Keith feels it inside of him, so, so much bigger than anything he’s tried before, the overstimulation too much, his brain stuttering to a stop, unable to comprehend anything as the vibrations go up and Keith is a fuck-out puddle on his bed, a moaning and writhing mess.

“Akira! Ughhnn—” he distantly hears Lance groaning into his earpiece. “Good boy. Such a good boy for daddy.”

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The woods are quiet as Lance trudges through them. The sun has just set, the sky lowering into darkness. With nothing but his phonelight to guide him, Lance trudges through the undergrowth.

Taking another gulp from his water bottle, he shifts his loose sweatpants a little lower, keeping them under the slight curve of his full bladder, not wanting them to press down, lest he piss before he gets to his destination.

Not that he really has a specific destination in mind. Just that he’ll keep walking until he actually can’t hold it anymore (which, is quite a long time now), and then let it all out.

It’s another twenty minutes of walking before he reaches that point. All the while, Lance has been squirming, hands clenching around his water and phone, gritting his teeth to hold himself off. Heat is building low in his gut, and all he can think about narrows down to his bladder.

After chugging the rest of his bottle in slight frustration, Lance feels his bladder pressing against his shirt, and yep, he needs to go now. Shucking off his pants (and being thankful he didn’t put on underwear), Lance dumps his phone on the ground, not bothering to turn the flashlight off. His hand is around his dick the next second, stroking himself as he leans against a tree, eyes shut in bliss.

His bladder empties, and Lance nearly sees stars with how good it feels. He doesn’t push, letting it all come out as his hand moves up and down his cock, using his piss as lubricant. His cock is hard by the time he finishes, his piss warm and coating his hand. It only takes a few more strokes for the pleasure in him to reach its climax and then he’s coming, spurting white and it no less pleasurable.

His head hits the tree with a dull thunk as he rides out the waves of his orgasm, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. Everything feels so good.

It’s only when he comes down from his high does he hear some animal scuffling in the bushes. He looks up lazily, only to find a pair of very human eyes staring back at him, gorgeously indigo, alive and bright even in the dark of the night.

Lance winks.

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Keith is walking through the forest with his crypid-hunting gear. It’s late, and the fear of someone finding him like this dissipates, because who the hell is coming through these woods at this time?

Sticks crack under his combat boots, and he waves his flashlight in front of him, eyes searching. Off to the left of him, there’s a faint crash as something hits the ground. A flash of light follows it.

Keith is instantly attentive, clicking his own torch off and following the thin light through the trees. When he gets close enough, he crouches behind a bush, waiting for his vision to adjust.

And—oh, shit.

There’s a man jacking off in the woods.

Barely ten metres in front of him is a man, roughly his age, pants off, and stroking his cock languidly. Piss spurts from the tip and wait what—

Correction; there’s a man pissing in the woods.

And Keith is half-hard.

Silently, he begs his cock to calm down. When it stubbornly refuses, Keith sighs, setting his hunting gear on the floor beside him, and—as quietly as he can—unbottons his jeans, slipping them and his boxers down to just past his hips, his cock springing out.

The man is still pissing, but Keith can tell that he’s slowing down. Sitting on his knees, praying he’s still obscured by the bush, Keith spits on his hand, beginning to stroke his cock, matching the pace the man sets.

Speaking off, the man has stopped pissing now, and with a breathy little whimper, and that gets Keith’s attention, squeezing a little harder at the base of his cock.

The man pauses, just stroking himself, and with a moan that nearly sends Keith over the edge, he starts coming, splattering over the ground. Keith feels something twist inside of him, warm and hot, and his own orgasm is quieter, but no less pleasurable. He spills into his hand, panting softly. Tips he head back to gulp in fresh air, because he had just gotten off to another man pissing, and makes eye contact with him, the others light allowing Keith to make out the blue of his eyes.

Keith startles, stock still, one hand still around his cock.

And then the man fucking winks at him, shooting him smirk, like that whole performance had been just for Keith.

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The Castleship is dim, the only light illuminating the hallways the teal Altean strip lights. Keith’s footsteps echo off of the walls, the only sound part from his own breath. Everyone should be asleep now, and Keith twirls his bayard in his hand as he rounds the next corner, on his way to the training room.

The doors slide open silently, and Keith steps in, making it hardly five meters into the room before a shadowy figure lurking against the wall moves toward him.

“Hey, Lance,” Keith says, voice monotone.

Lance’s eyes trail him up and down, clearly suggestive.

“What are you doing here?” Keith sighs, trying to push past him. He doesn’t have the time for this tonight. He just wants to train, and then get the hell out of here.

Lance, it seems, has other ideas.

His bayard is snatched out of his hands before Keith can properly react, tossed, skittering to the other end of the room.

“You, hopefully,” Lance smirks, and Keith regrets standing this close to the wall, regrets coming here at all, because Lance is on him, body caging Keith’s against the wall, pressing their bodies together. Keith can feel his erection pushing into his thigh.

Keith squirms, trying to get away. “Let me go Lance, the hell are you doing?”

His hands are on Lance’s broad shoulders, shoving him back. Lance doesn’t budge, locking his lips onto Keith’s neck, sucking marks into his skin.

“Mhm, you taste so good,” Lance mumbles, breath hot. He rolls his hips, cock grinding against Keith.

“Lance, get off,” Keith tries again, but his wrists are grabbed, shoved above his head, held in place by one of Lance’s hands. “No, Lance, stop!”

He doesn’t listen, mouth moving up Keith’s throat to kiss along his jaw, finally making its way to Keith’s mouth, kissing him deep and hard. Keith doesn’t kiss back, doesn’t move. Fear racing through his gut. Through it all, the tiniest wire of arousal runs through, wrapping around.

Lance groans, his tongue down Keith’s throat, taking and taking and taking.

His hand slips under Keith’s shirt, trailing across his abs, moving up to his chest, tweaking his nipples. Keith cries out, a half-moan, half-sob.

“La–Lance. Stop.”

Lance smirks against him, hand already moving to pull down Keith’s leggings, slipping into his underwear.

“Stop, stop!” he mocks, laughing. “Oh, you are so cute.”

Keith squirms and kicks and Lance grabs his balls, hand clenching around them. Keith screams in pain, stopping his movements, no longer trying to get out of Lance’s hold.

“Good boy,” Lance purrs. “So obedient for me. Now, I’m gonna let go of your hands, okay? And then your gonna let me blow you, and then I’m going to fuck you. Twice. Depends on how long it takes for you to get hard again after you cum down my throat with that pretty little dick of yours.”

“I don’t—I don’t want this, Lance,” Keith struggles the second Lance lets go of his hands, but all Lance does is tighten the pressure around his balls again, and Keith stops. Pathetically lets a single tear roll down his cheek.

The thin wire of arousal coils tighter.

Lance shoves his pants and underwear down roughly, Keith flinching. Lance drops to his knees at the same time, already grabbing at Keith’s cock, which has been hard for the past couple of minutes.

“You say you don’t want this, but look at you baby. Already so hard for me. Leaking and begging for my mouth, aren’t you?”

“No,” Keith spits, rendering himself useless against Lance. There’s no point left in trying to fight. He’s attempted before. It’d only ended up with Lance fucking him over and over, until the Castle’s artificial sun rose and Keith could no longer feel his hole.

Lance chuckles, palming his own cock through his jeans, jerking his thumb over the top of Keith’s, spreading precum down the shaft. He gives Keith two pumps before his cock is encased in a wet heat, Lance’s tongue flicking over his tip.

Keith squeezes his eyes shut, hating the way his hips involuntarily buck forward into Lance’s mouth. Lance makes a proud keening noise, taking Keith further and further into his mouth, until his nose is buried in pubic hair, and Keith’s hands are clenching at his sides.

The arousal in his gut is full force now, on par with the fear running through him. It gives Keith the biggest power trip, adrenaline flowing through him. Fight or flight kicking in but Keith chooses to stay very, very still. Afraid of what Lance will do if he moves. Rejects the hot mouth wrapped around his cock, bobbing up and down slowly.

Lance’s hands grip Keith’s hips, moving him in tandem with his mouth, hollowing his cheeks out around Keith’s cock.

“Uhgh–nhhh—” Keith whines, a hand curling in Lance’s hair. Lance moves to smack it away immediately, lest Keith try to stop him.

That same hand moves back down to Lance’s jeans, undoing them so he can free his cock, rolling his balls between his fingers.

Keith can’t take it anymore. He cums down Lance’s throat, Lance swallowing it down as Keith shudders against the wall. He pulls his head away the last moment however, catching some of the cum in his hand.

He uses the cum to coat across his cock, a dirty lube to get himself off. He thrusts his hips forward into his hand, again and again, and it takes all of Keith’s willpower not to just crumple then and there, collapsing in a heap on the training room floor.

“Oh—Keith!” Lance moans Keith’s name as he cums, their seed intermixing, getting all over Keith’s legs.

Only when Lance comes down from his high does he too allow Keith to fall, tugging him down onto the floor in front of him, Keith allowing the tears to flow down his cheeks, an act of vulnerability.

“Oh, baby. You did so well. So good,” Lance mumbles, breaking the scene to card his hand through his boyfriend’s hair. He kisses the top of his head, rubbing down Keith’s back. Gives him a minute to recover, sober himself up.

“So, do you wanna continue with the ‘me fucking you’ part?” he whispers. “I can take it slow for you.”

Keith looks up, meeting his eyes, a hungry glint in his. “Only if you can make me cum twice.”

“Oh, you’re on mullet.”

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Lance is a heavy sleeper. Keith, as his boyfriend, would like to think that he knows this. Hell, the whole team does.

This particular trait came to be when Lance was younger, and living in a full house, with four older siblings was never quiet. So he learnt to block it all out and when he was asleep, he was asleep.

As Keith sits up beside him, reaching across to turn off his alarm (which, without a surprise, Lance sleeps through), he looks down at his boyfriend.

Blue sleepmask pulled over his eyes, same hue as his pajamas. Blanket tangled around his ankles, because Lance claims it to be ‘too hot’ when he has it on. He used to wear headphones, unable to fall asleep in silence, but he doesn’t now that Keith’s in the same room as him.

God, he’s so pretty.

Looking down at himself, Keith isn’t surprised to find he has a boner. His boyfriend is just so relaxed like this. Tension wrinkles smoothed out, breathing slow and even.

Lance mumbles something in his sleep, hardly stirring before he spreads back out, practically starfishing on the bed when he subconsciously notes that Keith is no longer on top of him.

Slipping a hand into his pants, Keith strokes himself slowly, rolling his hips, trying his best not to jostle Lance. Not that Lance would react anyway. He’d be so pretty, all sprawled out like this, taking Keith’s cock with his eyes shut, face peaceful as he sleeps on. So beautiful.

Keith rolls his balls in his hand, grunting softly.

Forcing his hand away, he reaches into the bottom drawer of the bedside table, fingers fumbling slightly before they latch on to what he needs. He pulls out a bottle of lube, setting it aside, and a pair of handcuffs. When they first started this, he’d never thought they’d have to use them, ut Lance has a habit of moving in his sleep.

Turning over, he runs a hand down Lance’s face, stroking over his cheek gently. Lightly, he presses a kiss to Lance’s forehead. As expected, his boyfriend doesn’t react, still in his peaceful state of slumber.

Kicking off the rest of the duvet from around his boyfriend’s ankles, Keith takes his hands, pulling them above his head, looping the cuffs through one of the bedposts before clipping his wrists in, giving it a moment to make sure Lance hasn’t roused. When he doesn’t move a muscle, Keith smiles, this time bringing his lips to Lance’s.

He pulls off his own pants quickly, not bothering with his shirt as he maneuvers Lance’s hips up and off of the bed, getting his pants down to his knees before Lance grunts softly.

“Shhh baby, just go back to sleep,” Keith whispers, thumb soothing over Lance’s collarbone.

Lance settles, and Keith sighs. Gently, he runs his hands up Lance’s long legs, spreading him apart. Lowering himself down, he kisses and bites Lance’s thighs softly, feeling the soft skin give under his touch. He litters his legs with bruises and marks, grinding down against the mattress slowly as he does so, working himself up.

He can see Lance’s arousal too, cock hardening, the tip just beginning to bead with precum. Keith smirks at that, kissing up higher on Lance’s legs, all the way up from his perineum to his balls, the shaft of his hardening cock.

Lance squirms slightly under his touch, hips rising a little, trying to get more. Every time Keith looks up, Lance is still blissfully asleep.

Grabbing the lube from the nightstand, Keith uncaps the bottle, pouring it onto his fingers, He rubs it between them, warming it up. He knows once he starts, Lance will wake up, but he lavishes the sight of his boyfriend's unconscious form once more, taking in how relaxed, how at peace he looks.

Sitting up on his knees, Keith takes hold of one of Lance’s legs by the back of his knee, pushing it up slowly, taking a pillow from the head of the bed and lifting Lance’s hips up to slide it under, giving him better access without having to move Lance too much. After all, he knows his boyfriend needs his beauty rest.

Bringing his fingers to Lance’s hole, he uses a pointer to circle around the rim, gently teasing him. He plays with it, watching the lube dribble into his ass only to fall right back out, wiggling his finger in slightly, just to the first knuckle. Lance’s hips stutter, sinking down on Keith’s finger just a little more, and fuck if that isn’t hot.

Chuckling slightly, Keith presses his finger into the second knuckle, wriggling slightly. Teasing at Lance’s tight walls, feeling how slick he is. When Lance seems to take this without complaint, Keith pushes his finger all the way in, second one already curling around, toying with him.

Keith hooks the leg he was holding over his shoulder, using his now free hand to grab the lube again, pouring more onto his fingers as he wraps around his own cock, stroking himself slowly as he watches his fingers enter Lance. A second one in now. He wonders how long it will take Lance to wake. To notice that it’s not a dream that’s made him so hard, but the pleasure of Keith’s fingers, loving him from the inside.

Keith gets close achingly fast, and desperately tries to slow himself down, and when he can’t, he pushes a third finger inside Lance. Barely entering his hole before his boyfriend moans wantonly.

Eyes snapping up, Keith meets cerulean blue ones, half-lidded as he stares him down.

“Baby?” Lance croaks, voice cracking this early in the morning.

Keith grunts, and then he’s coming, shooting all over Lance. To Lance’s credit, his boyfriend moans again, and Keith distantly remembers to curl his fingers inside of Lance, pull them in and out slowly, speeding up the longer he rides out his high.

When he stops, he leans over Lance, kissing him soundly. Lance responds without much protest, but pulls back when he notices his handcuffed wrists, preventing him from touching Keith.

“Just wanted to make sure you didn’t hit me in your sleep,” Keith mumbles soothingly against his lips, smoothing over Lance’s initial second of panic. Lance relaxes, rolling his hips back down against Keith’s fingers.

“Don’t stop now baby,” he whispers, and that’s all the confirmation Keith needs to properly fuck his fingers inside of Lance, grabbing his hard cock with the other hand and jerking him off to the same rhythm.

Lance is responsive now, grunting and moaning around Keith’s name, spurring him on. It doesn’t take all that long for Lance to cum, already so worked up from when he was asleep.

His cum mixes with Keith’s, a mess across the both of their bodies.

“Can you uncuff me now?” he asks Keith, wrapping his legs around him to pull him closer. Keith comes, kissing Lance hard on the mouth once more.

“But I like you all chained up?” he smirks, pressing his lips against Lance’s once more.

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Keith is bored. Bored, single, and horny in his apartment, with absolutely nothing to do. He’s tried dating, and it’s just…not for him. Too much commitment, too many chances for failure. People always end up leaving.

Plus, it’s not like Keith is the most agreeable guy. That, coupled with the fact that he likes men, leaves most of the guys in his area either out of the equation or already undateable because they are A: taken, or B: Keith’s already tried dating them before.

Anywho, Keith’s problem (he neglects to call it that however, wanting to get his dick wet is not a problem) is about to be solved.

Kind of.

After an hour or so of scrolling, Keith managed to find a website (and yes, it may be for prostitution), and someone’s caught his eye. Caramel tanned skin, legs for days, the most gorgeous pair of eyes he’s ever seen, and he’s wearing the cockiest smirk as he looks at the camera, on his knees with his legs spread open, the skirt he’s wearing leaving his cock on full display.

Loverboy, is the name he’s listed. Kind of cringe-y, but it’s too late because Keith has already paid for him, clicking through the page at lightning speed, embarrassment now creeping up on him.

‘Loverboy’arrives two days later, late enough that Keith’s convinced his neighbours won’t see him. God, this is mortifying. Why couldn’t he just have stuck out another couple dates with that asshole three floors above him? He wasn’t that terrible.

The doorbell rings and Keith is ashamed to admit that he runs for it, hair moderately tamed, wearing his nice sweatpants and a plain shirt, not really knowing what to expect. He’s had hookups before, sure, but never…this.

When he opens the door the man from the website is standing there, casually dressed in blue jeans and a hoodie, giving Keith that same cocky smile. There’s a bag slung over his shoulder, and Keith tries not to think of whats inside.

“Hey. Keith?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow.

Keith just nods, words rushing from his throat. “Uhm…yes.”

The man just laughs it off, like every person he has sex with is like this. Keith also tries not to think about that.

“Am…I gonna be allowed in or are you a ‘sex in the dingy hallway type guy?’” Lance teases, smirk growing wider.

“No!” Keith snaps. Then backtracks. “I mean uh–yeah just—just come in.”

He pulls the door open wider, stepping aside as the man walks in. Lance looks around his small apartment, giving a non-committal hum. Keith tells himself to get his shit together, and shuts the door.

“What’s your name?” he asks the man, meeting his eyes.

“Lance,” he smiles, eyes dancing, looking up and over Keith. “...Soooo, where did you wanna do this?”

Keith appreciates his straight-forwardness.

“In my room,” he mutters, walking down the short hall and opening his door, grateful that he actually cleaned up his shit for once.

Lance sets his bag on Keith’s desk, rifling through it as he looks up to Keith. “You read my conditions and stuff, right?”

“Yeah.”

“‘Kay. How do you want this to go?”

“...Could you wear the skirt?”

Turns out, Lance has the skirt in his bag, alongside the tiniest, tightest crop top Keith has ever seen, just barely stretching past Lance’s nipples. The man has asked for a minute in Keith’s bathroom, and Keith figured that was probably his signal to strip, sitting on his bed in just his boxers, watching as Lance fucking sashays into the room, and is that eyeshadow? When the hell did Lance have the time to do this?

Lance’s slim, lean figure makes him look even more girlish, the curve of his waist tiny, like he was fucking made for this.

He gets closer, and yeah, there’s makeup on his face. Lance tugs the pleated, blue skirt down a little more, moving over to straddle Keith’s hips and maybe this is moving too fast but Keith needs this too much to actually care.

“You look good in that,” he says hoarsely, fingers toying with the waistband of Lance’s skirt.

Lance grins. “Mhm. Thought you’d like it. It’s new y’know. Bought it just the other day.”

Keith just nods stupidly, entranced by the gloss coating Lance’s lips, drawing him closer. Lance catches on, thumb smoothing over his cheek, connecting their lips. Keith melts into Lance’s warm mouth, tongues mixing and pulling each other closer, closer.

After a little while, Keith relaxes into it, inhibitions lowered as he lets his hands move up Lance’s long, shaved legs, under his skirt, gently squeezing his ass underneath. Lance moans, bucking into it slightly and Keith turns them over, on top of Lance, crowding him against the bed.

Lance doesn’t protest, that wonderfully soft mouth still moving against Keith’s, kissing and sucking and pulling him deeper and deeper.

Their hands are all over each other, Lance’s fingers hooking into Keith’s waist band to pull down his briefs, Keith lifting his hips to allow him, kissing down Lance’s neck. And he makes the most pornographic sounds, moaning and grunting, whimpers and whines pulled from the back of his throat.

“You’re so pretty,” Keith mumbles, pulling back just enough to get the words out.

“It’s all for you baby,” Lance whispers back, hand on Keith’s chest, pushing him back down, Lance crawling down between his legs. “Would you let me eat you out?” he begs, pouting. And how can Keith say no to such a pretty little figure saying that to him?

“Fuck yes,” Keith groans, tipping his head back. “Do whatever you want.”

Lance gives him that smirk, and Keith nearly cums right there, cock embarrassingly hard, and Lance kisses up his shaft, tongue teasing the tip before he delves back down into Keith’s ass, tongue poking out to tease at his hole, and Keith shudders, gasping and rolling his hips back down into it. It’s pathetic, honestly, how much he needs this.

Lance hums approvingly, hands digging into the flesh of Keith’s thighs to spread him apart further. Keith raises his hips, hooking his legs around Lance’s shoulders, practically shoving Lance’s face up his ass.

The dolled-up boy takes it in his fervor, tongue pushing past Keith’s rim and into his hole, hand moving up to stroke Keith’s cock in tandem with the thrusts from his tongue.

Keith is a mess near instantly, rolling and bucking his hips into Lance’s face.

“Uhgh–Lance don’t stop, don’t stop, please,” he begs, like he doesn’t have Lance trapped between his legs, locking into place and never leaving. Not when he looks that good, that pretty, all done up for Keith.

It gets messy quick, because Keith’s coming, and Lance is still sucking and thrusting and using his mouth to play with Keith’s ass, and he’s scooping up the cum, licking it off of Keith’s body, making eye contact as he sucks it off of his fingers. Keith is locked onto those darked, lined eyes, never once breaking contact.

It’s frightfully intimate, electricity buzzing between them, Lance scooping up more and keeping it in his mouth, going back down to Keith’s hole, red and stretched out by Lance’s tongue. Lance fucks Keith’s own cum into him, smearing his insides with himself. Keith groans at the feeling, grabbing fistfuls of Lance’s hair and tugging, Lance giving a lewd moan in response.

Cum pushed inside of Keith, Lance licks the rest off of his torso, kissing all the way up to Keith’s mouth again.

“Let me touch you,” Keith groans into his mouth, and Lance just nods, rolling his hips down. His cock has gone ignored, and is achingly hard now.

Keith moves his hand under that pleated skirt once more, feeling Lance leaking, using the precum to lubricate his cock, teasing it slowly, working up to stroke it.

“Someones gotten themselves all worked up in their pretty little outfit, huh?” he growls lowly, eyes full of hunger, laced with desire.

“Yes,” Lance whimpers, head falling into the crook of Keith’s neck.

Keith pumps him faster, whispering words. How pretty Lance is. How gorgeous he looks. How suited his perfect, lithe body is for this.

Lance cums choking on Keith’s name, and Keith feels a sense of satisfaction, though it is fleeting. Because he knows that Lance is not really his. That this was a one night thing. Keith paid for this.

He shoves them thoughts away, hand soothing over Lance’s ass, whispering words of comfort.

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When Keith finally gets back to his room after one of the most mentally painful missions of his life, the last person he expects to see is his boyfriend, sprawled across his bed, three fingers up his ass.

But good god, does it make Keith feel a lot less tired.

“What’re you doing?” he purrs lowly, crawling onto the bed, turning Lance’s head to look at him. Lance, the shit, just smirks, fingers pulled out of his ass with a wet pop.

“Thought you could use a distraction from the mission, baby.”

Oh, does Keith need a distraction.

He crawls on top of Lance, kissing him deep in affirmation, tongue slipping into his mouth. “You want to try the new toys we bought?” he whispers, and Lance hums, nodding his head eagerly, ready as always to do as Keith says.

“You get them from the drawer,” Keith instructs, “the lube too.” He rolls off of Lance, watching his boyfriends naked form move across to the panel in the wall where they keep all their sex toys. He makes quick work of stripping his own clothes, discarding them on the floor, not caring where they end up.

When Lance comes back to him, Keith lets him drape his warm on top of him, and he can’t resitst—he’s kissing him again, mouths tangling together in a series of kisses, over and over again.

He finally pulls away from Lance’s swollen, kiss-bitten lips, drawing in ragged breaths.

“Did you get it?” he gasps, hands wrapping around Lance’s waist as his boyfriend grabs the light pink dildo, thick and bigger than Keith can ever hope to fit inside of him.

“You ready to take it?” Lance whispers, teasing, and Keith just huffs.

“Prep me first. I want to feel your fingers inside of me, baby. They’re so good. I know you like to watch me, lube dripping from my ass as you thrust your fingers in, again and again.”

Lance flushes a bright red, gulping. He nods, coating his fingers with lube as Keith spreads himself out, directing Lance on where to move, what position to take him.

Their bodies are pressed close and tight together as Lance cautiously pushes his finger past Keith’s rim. Keith bites back as groan, bucking his hips up for Lance to slip into him easier.

“Go faster,” Keith says, and Lance does, pumping one, two, three long fingers inside of Keith, curling and spreading them.

Keith grunts, hips stuttering against his boyfriends fingers. Lance goes a darker red, pleased that his efforts are making Keith react like this. It’s not often Keith allows Lance to take control, allows him to pump his fingers and a sex toy inside of him. When it does happen though, god is it good. Keith really needs to get Lance doing this more often.

“Are you ready for the toy now, baby?” Lance whispers, fingers sliding out of Keith’s ass.

“Did I say I was?” Keith huffs and Lance jolts, hearing the warning in his tone, stopping his movement, one hand pressed on Keith’s shoulder digging into his skin a little harder. His fingers pause, still half buried in Keith’s ass.

Keith feels a low rolling pleasure in his gut at the sight of Lance’s startled face. How confused he looks. How ready he is to accept and bend to Keith’s every word, how much it surprises him when Keith corrects and redirects his actions. Everytime though, Keith catches the blooming blush on his boyfriends cheeks.

He kisses Lance as sweetly as he can on the lips, letting his mouth linger. He lifts his body, pulling himself away from Lance’s fingers. He aches at the loss of contact, but meets Lance’s eyes, soul lit alight once more.

“Of course I’m ready,” Keith breathes, and Lance relaxes. “You’re gonna fuck me so good after,” he growls, nipping on Lance’s ear as his boyfriend reaches for the dildo, smearing it in lube, slicking it up for Keith’s hole.

Keith wiggles, lying in the bed but hooking his legs over Lance’s shoulders, his ass up in the air. Lance’s breath hitches, and Keith smirks.

“You just gonna stare at me all day?” Keith teases, tone a little harsh. Lance snaps out of it, glaring back at Keith but it’s playful. No where near as sharp.

“You’re gorgeous,” Lance insists, finally, finally sliding the toy into Keith, inch by inch.

The dildo is big. Bigger than Lance, but Keith’s taken bigger. There’s something more intimate about this, however. Maybe it’s the fact that Keith was emotionally exhausted, or maybe he’s just drowning in his love for Lance to properly compute all this.

Keith moans, finally letting the bodies slip out of him. “God, yes Lance. Holy fuck. You gonna turn it on?”

The dildo is fully seated in him now, and without further prompting, Lance presses the button at the base of it, and it starts to vibrate, teasing Keith’s inner walls. It licks up pace the longer it vibrates, the dildo automatically getting faster, pounding him harder.

Keith tugs his legs in, bringing Lance closer to himself. “Fucking—Lance—” he moans around his boyfriends name.

“Yes?” Lance responds, all compliant and submissive, ready to follow Keith’s every demand, every instruction.

“Suck me off with that gorgeous pretty mouth of yours.”

Keith doesn’t even need to say ‘please’ before Lance’s soft lips are wrapped around the head of his cock, tongue teasing the tip. Keith has to restrain himself from ducking up into the heat, sliding a hand up into Lance’s hair, pulling him down onto his cock gently at first.

When the dildo begins to pick up the pace, Keith is stretched wide, hole loose and fucked out, twisting his hips so that with each thrust, the toy is hitting his prostate.

Keith does fuck into Lance’s mouth then, using the grip in his hair to guide him up and down his cock, Lance complying with only whimpers of pleasure, quickly picking up on the pace Keith is setting and matching it, his wonderful mouth moving up and down on Keith’s cock, drooling all over it, a sloppy mess. This doesn’t deter him, Lance moving with more vigour as Keith becomes more and more undone, the overwhelming sensations on both his prostate and cock becoming too much.

“Swallow,” Keith grunts, and then he cums, eyes shooting back into his head as he sees stars. He’s fairly sure he screams Lance’s name.

“La—Lance!”

When he comes down from his extreme high, the dildo has been turned off, and all of his body is resting against the bed, Lance’s warm mouth gone from his cock. Keith reaches for his boyfriend, pulling him close, body on body. Skin to skin.

“Oh, you did so good. So good for me. Perfect,” he assured, kissing Lance’s face all over.

He reaches between them, fingers curling around Lance’s cock, because Lance has been so good and not cum yet, so Keith makes him bust on his fingers, spilling between them.

After they clean themselves up, Keith lies sprawled across Lance, considerably more energised than before. Mind buzzing, but in a soothing way. He nestles closer to Lance, kissing his jaw.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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They’re on some planet Keith can’t remember the name of, because they’ve sat through what must be fifty diplomatic meetings with them so far, going over the same things again and again.

He’s sitting next to an orange alien. Aside for the skin tone and the three eyes, he’s relatively human. Keith can faintly smell the alpha pheromones he emits, which isn’t the most unusal, considering he is bonded to Lance, and therefore can’t really smell alphas secrets all that strongly.

The alien has made polite conversation with him throughout the meetings, offering him words about the planet and just general chatter. Keith is quite grateful for it, actually. It keeps him from straight up leaving these goddamn meetings.

The second the meeting is adjourned for a short break however, Keith is grabbed, and yanked down the hallway before he can really get out of the room.

“Hey—Lance!?” He calls, Lance’s pheromones strong and dark, like he’s angry.

Lance doesn’t respond until Keith is forcibly shoved against a stone wall, Lance slamming the door shut to the room they now stand in. A large unsure closet of some sorts.

“What the fuck?” Keith questions again, eyes narrowed at Lance.

Lance’s hands wraps around Keith’s waist, nose dropping to the scent gland on Keith’s neck. “I could smell him. Why the fuck can I smell him?”

It takes Keith a second to catch up to what Lance is on about.

“The…dude I was sitting next to?”

“Yes.”

Lance’s hand wraps around Keith’s neck, and oh, okay, its gonna be like this.

As an ‘alpha’, Lance is pretty chill. He knows how to control himself, knows all about societal role and how to respect others and everything, but when it comes to Keith? All that goes out of the window. Lance is possessive. Ridiculously so. Any time another alpha so much as sits beside Keith, he freaks out.

“Lance, breathe. It’s fine. He didn’t mean anything.”

“He was flooding the room with his pheromones. It was disgusting,” he growls, pulling his head back, eyes flashing as they meet Keith’s.

His hand gets tighter around Keith’s throat and Keith gasps a little, sucking in air. Lance could never hurt him, never in a billion years, but now Keith feels as if Lance is dangerous.

His scent is thick and flooding the room, Keith having to restrain himself from slipping into the hazy feeling of it.

“Lance, tone it down. I’m gonna—“

“What? Get so high off of my scent I’m the only thing you think of, the only alpha you will reek of, for weeks?” Lance interrupts.

The hand around his neck says as Lance shoves both their pants down, making quick work of it. Keith lets his own pheromones off into the air, lettting Lance know that he’s, yes he wants this, god, he does. Even if he thinks Lance is being stupid. Getting all possessive because of some alien they’ve never really met.

“Gonna show them fuckers who’s mine,” Lance growls lowly into Keith’s ear.

His hips are already rocking into Keith’s, and Leith can feel slick forming, sliding down his now bare ass. Lance grumbles approvingly at this, hoisting Keith up and holding him against the wall, dipping his fingers into the slick and using it as lube for his own cock, already rock hard and leaking, desperately needing to crack Keith.

Lance breaches Keith with hardly any warning, Keoth letting out a scream as he’s tighter than expected, Lance’s cock feeling thicker than usual. Lance’s hand just cups his neck for a moment, teeth sinking into their mating bond, securing it once more.

Keith rolls his hips, sinking quickly down into all of Lance. When Lance pulls his head away, his hand is back, and Keith is gasping for air, pressed up against the wall, gloriously lightheaded as he’s being roughly pounded into by Lance’s cock, picking up the pace.

“You’re mine,” Lance growls. “All mine. He can’t have you.”

“No—one c’n h’ve me,” Keith gasps around the little air he has travelling into his lungs.

Lance makes a pleased hum, base of his cock slowly swelling inside of Keith. Keith groans at the feeling, Lance slowing down his thrusts to a small rocking of his hips as his knot swells out, stretching Keith wide.

And then Lance is kissing him, and Keith’s mind is seeing stars, no oxygen in his lungs, just pure pleasure. Focusing on all the sensations inside of him and nothing at all, Keith’s orgasm hits, hard and unforgiving. He jerks against Lance, coming. Keith can’t see anything but the stars bursting in front of his eyes.

They’re there for a good three quarters of an hour after that, Lance’s knot still swollen inside Keith. The whole time Lance whispers to him. Words of how Keith is his, how he’s never going to let anyone touch Keith.

When his knot finally deflates, and he cums inside Keith, Keith orgasms again, rolling of a wave of pleasure.

They arrive back to the meeting frightfully late, and Lance takes great joy in smirking at the orange alien with his arm wrapped around Keith, his scent pouring off of his omega.

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Coran had warned them all about the ‘dangerous’ plants surrounding the area where they had landed their Lions. Lance hadn’t really been listening, too busy trying to convince his boyfriend to go off on a walk with him, through the surrounding forest.

They were heading down the path now, Keith’s fingers interlocked with his own. So far, the plants all look normal. No supposed ‘danger.’

He leans into Keith, shoulders pressed together, dropping his head to his shoulder.

“Lance, stand up straight,” Keith huffs gently, pushing Lance’s head off of his shoulder.

“But this is comfortable,” Lance whines. “I haven’t seen you in like, four days!”

“We fly the Lions together Lance. You see me everyday.”

“Yeah, but, not in person! All we do is fly, fly, fly until we eventually reach Earth!” Lance pouts.

Keith sighs, tugging on Lance’s hand and pulling him to sit down on a fallen tree branch, surrounded by pale yellow flowers, swaying in the gentle breeze. He wraps his arms around Lance, pulling him close.

“This better?” he whispers, slight teasing lilt to his tone.

Lance cuddles closer. “Mhm,” he hums, dropping his head to Keith’s chest, the top of the tall flowers just tickling under his nose. They smell nice. Warm and safe, sweet yet musky, darker undertones.

Lance hums again, sounding more like a groan, arms wrapping tighter around his boyfriend. Keith makes a noise of surprise. Lance shifts further up, moving his legs to wrap around Keith’s waist, hips rolling down a little as he adjusts.

“Lance?” Keith questions, hands on his chest, trying to push him off.

Lance grunts, refusing to move. “Love you. Love you Keith.”

“Yeah, I love you too, Lance. Not that I’m objecting to this, but, what—are you doing? If you wanted to have sex we could’ve just gone to my Lion…” his brow furrows in confusion, hand rubbing up and down Lance’s back now.

Lance laughs at Keith’s bluntness, rolling his hips down harder this time, his boyfriend letting out a strangled half-gasp.

“Wanna have you here,” Lance mumbles.

“Outside?” Keith questions. When Lance hums, he pulls himself away. “Lance. C’mon. Back to my Lion. I dunno what brought this on but we’re not doing this out here.”

He tugs at Lance’s hand and Lance follows, draping himself all over Keith as Keith trudges back through the forest.

They get close enough to see the Lions through the trees, but apparently this is too far for Lance as he’s whining again, grabbing at Keith hand slipping under his shirt, down into his pants.

Keith, can’t say no. Not when his boyfriend is like this.

Lance pushes Keith up against the trunk of a thick tree, just on the far outskirts of the clearing. He can see Shiro and Hunk setting up a fire in the middle of the grass, backs towards them.

Not caring if anyone else sees, Lance attacks Keith with his lips, kissing hard and sucking, biting softly at his lower lip.

Keith moans, hand hiking up Lance’s shirt, and Lance pulls it off without hesitation, not caring where it lands. A hand goes up to hold Keith’s shoulder, the other slipping into his boxers.

Lance is rock hard in his pants, and he doesn’t think he’s ever been hornier in his life, his entire being thrumming with need. He doesn’t stop to question how he got this way, of why he’s throwing himself at Keith like some wild animal. His boyfriend is fucking hot okay? He deserves all of the attention and love Lance showers him with.

“Lance—“ Keith begs, hardly getting any more words out before Lance is shutting him up with another heated kiss, unbuttoning his jeans and slipping his hands into his underwear, teasing Keith’s cock lightly.

Keith bites his lip, physically restraining from calling out, aware of how close the others are. One too loud moan and they’re caught.

The thought only makes Lance shuck off Keith’s pants easily, and then his own, grinding his hips obscenely against Keith’s.

“Wanna fuck you so bad. So pretty. Want you to fuck me,” Lance says, not caring who fucks who, knowing he just needs Keith in any way he can get.

Keith hums, breaking the kiss and slotting his arm around the back of Lance’s neck. “Mhm. Can’t do that here. No lube. S’gonna hurt.”

“Don’t care.”

“I do. Blow me?”

The offer is good, but Lance wants more. Craves it, like he’s going to die without it.

Keith sees the pout forming on Lance’s face and gives in. “Fine. You

tell me the moment it hurts, okay?”

Lance doesn't have time to respond before he’s the one slammed against the tree, tree of Keith’s fingers shoved into his mouth. Lance sucks on them eagerly, coating them with saliva as he humps Keith shamelessly. When Keith pulls his fingers out, a thin line of spit still connects them to Lance’s lips, only breaking when the first finger circles around his rim, pushing in with a pleasant sense of fullness. Lance bucks his hips into it, wanting more.

Lance’s insides are already humming, his cock still painfully hard as Keith pushes in a second finger, then a third.

He has to fight to keep his noises down, glancing over at the clearing every few seconds. No one appears to have noticed yet. Good.

Or maybe not, because a tiny, tiny part of Lance wants them to find out. Wants them to see he and Keith like this, locked together in a moment so intimate.

When Lance feels the tip of Keith’s cock line up with his stretched out hole, he whimpers, unable to contain the moan that leaks from him.

In his sex addled mind, however, he can’t think. Doesn’t care. Has a mind only for Keith and his cock up his ass this very moment. He’s drowning for it. Falling over and over as his boyfriend pushes in, far too slowly.

Lance is behind held up against the tree, in Keith’s arms (hah, another bonding moment), and he thrusts his body down, trying desperately to take Keith’s cock right now, wanting it so bad he shakes with desire.

“Calm down baby,” Keith whispers, rare pet name slipping out. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

And Lance fucking melts at that, tossing his head back against the bark because he’s horny and he wants Keith so fucking bad that he’s finding his cute little acts of consideration attractive.

He just lets himself feel the sensations. Keith, pushing in centimeter by centimeter, the veins of his cock pulsing slightly against Lance’s walls, sending tingles throughout Lance’s entire body.

The moment Keith has bottomed out inside of Lance, he’s coming, spilling all over himself and Keith, hardly able to stand the sensations any longer.

Keith groans at this, moaning around his name. He begins to thrust, movements slightly sloppy due to the angle and Lance just continues to moan, forgetting completely about the setting that lies around them.

Lance’s arms wrap around Keith’s neck, drawing him in for a kiss, mouths pressing together, wet and hot.

“Ugh—you feel so good,” Keith mumbles, words low and gruff.

“You’re cock is amazing inside of me baby,” Lance tells him, mind cloudy and still in a sex high, even after his orgasm.

Keith splitters, an indignant sound. Lance opens his eyes, but the Keith in front of him his midway through coming, spilling into Lance. What—

Lance looks across.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck no.

Shiro stands there, eyes wide and expression a mix of bewilderment, anger, disapproval, and embarrassment.

“We need wood for the fire,” he says stiffly. “Was wondering where you were,” he nods at the both of them. Then, squeezes his eyes shut, turning and marching off.

Keith sighs, head falling forward to rest on Lance's chest, come down from his high.

Lance hums, running a hand through his boyfriends hair. Keith’s face is bright red.

“God, we are never going to hear the end of it. Are we?” Keith asks, more embarrassed than Lance at being caught. “What got into you anyway? Convincing me to fuck you in the open.”

“We are not in the open.”

“We are.”

Lance just rolls his eyes, pressing a kiss to the tip of Keith’s head. “I think something was in those flowers.”

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The Castleship’s night cycle is reaching its peak as Keith sinks further back into the couch, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. Lance watches him from the doorway, fluffing a hand through his hair as he makes his way into the room. Without uttering a word, he drops to the floor in front of Keith, on his hands and knees, nothing but his jacket to cover his body.

He couldn’t sleep, okay? He’s not codependent, nuh-uh, but maybe he’s gotten a little too used to sleeping beside Keith every night. When his boyfriend still hadn’t come to bed, and Lance had been left horny, frustrated, and not the tiniest bit tired, he made it his mission to find Keith.

Keith takes notice of him a few moments later, looking pretty out of it due to his exhaustion. He makes a hum of acknowledgement, and then props his feet up against Lance’s back, his socked toes wiggling against the fabric of his jacket. He doesn’t utter a word, because why the hell would you talk to furniture, and sinks further down into the couch cushions.

Lance probably could’ve just came up and cuddled Keith, but he’s very much pent up and is long past the point of being ashamed about submitting to his desires.

Namely: For Keith to fuck him.

Keith settles back down on the couch, and ignores Lance, Lance letting out a small huff as he readjusts slightly. He’s not supposed to move, he knows, but he hardly thinks Keith will notice.

Quite quickly, he finds himself getting hard, and if he’s being honest, he was already sporting a semi when he walked into the room. He closes his eyes, dropping his head between his arms, and Keith moves his feet slightly.

The silence continues as Keith half-dozes on the couch, his soft little snores filling the room. Lance has to have been sitting like this for a good quarter of an hour before the snores stop and Keith pulls his feet back, stretching, body letting out a series of grotesque pops as he moves.

A dull thud as Keith drops to the ground beside him, hands suddenly on Lance’s body, readjusting him slightly, because when your furniture isn’t comfortable, you move it into a better position. His hands pushes down Lance’s back and Lance arches without question, ass in the air. Keith pulls his jacket up, exposing his naked backside to the cool air of the living area. Runs his hands over the underside of Lance’s body, trailing up towards his face, fingers running through his hair, messing it up more.

Then, he goes back to laying on the couch, feet on Lance’s back once more.

But Lance can tell that he’s interested now, pulling his feet back and stripping himself of his socks, running one bare foot over Lance’s ass, toe just prodding at his hole. Lance gasps softly, having to hold himself back from saying anything. Gasping, huffing, sighing softly, all okay. But talking is not something furniture does.

Keith makes a pleased little hum, then stands up, the soft whoosh of the doors opening and closing as he leaves the room. Lance stays exactly where he is, not moving a single muscle. It takes Keith a minute to get back, feet walking over to him at a faster pace than usual.

None of the rush is continued when he kneels behind Lance, though. A click, and the uncapping of a bottle, then soft fingers pulling his hole open, pressing inside. Keith sinks in to the second knuckle easily, because Lance wasn’t stupid enough to have come unprepared.

Almost lazily, Keith scissors Lance’s hole with two fingers, pumping them in and out, never quite allowing them to reach his prostate. Lance bites his lip, but stays silent through it all, taking what Keith is giving him and never asking for more, for that is not what furniture does.

When Keith pulls his fingers out, he replaces them with a tiny vibrator, once again, never going quite deep enough to hit Lance’s prostate, give him the pleasure he really needs.

Then, Keith heads back to the couch, feet once again resting on Lance’s back. This time however, he’s undoing his zipper, fabric shifting together as he lifts his hips to pull down his pants, fingers wrapping around his cock, getting off to Lance under him, so helpless, unable to react as the vibrator fucks into him.

Lance can hear Keith grunt as he jerks his wrist, hips canting off of the couch as he chases after his orgasm. Lance’s cock is weeping now, disregarded between his legs. A strangled cry, Keith’s whines stopping. Lance slides his eyes over, to see Keith gripping the base of his cock, refusing himself the pleasure of coming. Lance grits his teeth, praying this will get him what he wants.

Without warning (because why would you warn pieces of furniture what you are about to do), Keith is behind Lance again, ripping out the viberator, tossing it aside. Lance has to purse his lips together tightly in order to keep him from yelling Keith’s name, or crying out in indignation.

His fingers curl the tiniest bit into the carpet, and the wet squelches coming from behind his signify Keith lubing up his cock, the tip pressing against Lance’s loose hole.

Keith takes it slow. He’s teasing Lance, goading him into moving, yelling, trying to cause any sort of reaction at all.

Lance refuses to give it to him.

He's hyper-focused on the feeling of Keith inside of him, slowly stretching him a little further open, feeling all the ridges and veins of his cock as he brushes against Lance’s inner walls. Eventually, even Keith must’ve gotten impatient, because he’s two-thirds of the way in before he thrusts all in at once, bottoming out inside of Lance.

Lance sees fucking stars. His eyes roll back as Keith keeps the consistent pace, thrusting hard and deep into him. When Keith finally hits his prostate, Lance cums, unable to hold back anymore. No one was even touching his dick either. He spills all over himself, some cum dripping down to the floor.

This sends Keith over the edge too, spilling white-hot into Lance, and his very small thread of self-control snaps, yelling out Keith’s name before he can hold back.

“Keith!”

Lance rocks his hips back, as he’s a human now. Twists his body and crawls into Keith’s lap, kissing all over his face as he rides out Keith’s orgasm.

He’s really glad he never went to sleep.

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Marrying Lance is one of the best things Keith’s ever done. Which is considerably easy, looking back at all the rash decisions he’s made previously.

Being with Lance is everything he’s ever wanted and more than he ever expected. Lance is constantly doting on him, always insisting Keith sit back, and let him take over. He consistently takes care of their shitty little house, cleaning up, sweeping the floors, always offering to do the dishes because he knows how much Keith hates the feeling of little pieces of wet food touching his hands.

At first, Keith had been a little overwhelmed with all the attention and affection, fighting back a little with Lance over it. It was only really when they’d taken things to the bedroom did he realise that Lance was enjoying this. That he wanted to please Keith.

It’s not just the chores that Lance is doing either. He’ll sit pretty as a cocksleeve when Keith is filing reports for the blade, suck him off when they’re lounging on the couch, massage his tense muscles when Keith too often overworks himself.

The latter is what he’s doing now. Keith had come out from the study, frustrated and overworked. The leaders of the Blade had been arguing, yelling for hours over a video call about some shit he really couldn’t care less about.

Lance picks up on his sour mood immediately, leading him into their bedroom, hands running over Keith’s body as he takes off his shirt, pushing his husband onto the bed. Keith lies face down, Lance grunting softly as he straddles Keith, sitting just below his lower back. Warm oil is poured over his back, and then Lance’s smooth hands are running it over his too-tense muscles.

God, Keith loves Lance’s hands. A warm, dark brown from being out in the sun so often, perfectly soft and manicured. His long fingers nimble and perfect for fucking inside of him.

Lance’s hands begin to work over Keith’s shoulder blades, and Keith groans in appreciation. He really is sore. Lance digs his fingers in harder, causing Keith to yell out in a mix of pain and relief.

Lance turns Keith into a puddle quickly, loosening the tension that’d been building up for hours. Keith lets out small noises ever so often, whining and moaning softly. He can feel Lance filling out against his back, growing harder in his pants. Neither of them mention it, and Lance’s hands turn more sensual, caressing the ridges of Keith’s spine, squeezing his waist lightly.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” Lance whispers, hands melting Keith more. “Absolutely gorgeous. So lucky that I married you, so glad I can finally have you like this.”

“You always have,” Keith mumbles.

Lance chuckles lowly, fingers slipping into the waistband of Keith’s loose fitting shorts. He hardly wastes any time before he pulls them and Keith’s briefs down to mid-thigh, repositioning himself lower on Keith’s legs now, hovering over his body, kneeling on either side.

Lance reaches up, carding his fingers through his husbands hair, whispering softly as he grabs the massage oil. Not quite lube, but it’ll do. Make Keith’s insides smell like vanilla too, which’ll be a bonus if this is going to go where he wants it too.

One hand massaging Keith’s back, Lance pushes into him with the other, using his long fingers to reach deep into Keith’s inner walls, his husband tight as always, his hole so tiny. Oh, how Lance wants to mess it up. To ruin this stunning man underneath him, reduce him down to a sloppy, perfect mess.

Keith moans as Lance’s fingers enter him, arching back slightly. This only encourages Lance further, his husband adding a third finger, and then a fourth, pouring more and more oil into his hole with each finger, causing wet squelching sounds to fill the room with each thrust.

“Lah–Lance, ngh–. Ju–just fuck me already,” he gasps, desperate, achingly hard and needing relief, wanting all his tension to melt away. He wants Lance to take him apart, stuff him full with cum and spit, spilling over his cheeks and running down the backs of his thighs.

Lance’s fingers stop, and teasingly, he pulls them out. “Of course. Anything for you, baby.”

He drops a lingering kiss to Keith’s lips, turning his head as he lines up his cock, sinking into Keith easily, Keith arches off of the bed, moaning loudly as Lance goes down to the hilt near-instantly, bottoming out and thrusting before Keith can really adjust to what’s happening.

He cants his hips slowly at first, but quickly builds up speed, makeshift lube spilling out of Keith with every reentry. It’s fast, and hard when he reaches his final speed, fucking Keith in just the right spot every time, and Keith crying out with pain and pleasure again and again.

It doesn’t take long for Lance to cum, and he spills inside of Keith, fucking him through it, drawing the cum out of his hole, splattering it all over his ass. He rides out his orgasm, hearing Keith call out with his own midway through, managing to maneuver his husband over onto his back, watching Keith cum all over his torso.

When his dick goes soft, Lance pulls out, wiping his spend from his cock, pushing it around the outside of Keith’s puckered hole. Keith whines in need and Lance kisses up his husband's abdomen, collecting the semen in his mouth, holding it between his cheeks until he reaches Keith’s mouth, firmly kissing his lips before drawing himself back down, and mouthing at Keith’s hole, slowly letting the cum out of his mouth as he eats Keith out, shoving it into his insides and around his ass, stuffed full of cum, spit, and makeshift lube.

When he’s finished with his work, Lance strokes himself, dick beginning to harden in his hands. He licks the cum up off of Keith’s inner thighs savouring the taste in his mouth before he swallows, feeling it run down his tongue.

His cock slips into Keith with zero resistance this time, and it’s so wet it makes him cry out, squeezing his eyes shut, capturing the feeling of being inside his lover like this, hearing the slap of skiing as they meet. He lowers his body on top of Keith’s grabbing his husbands slim waist and using it to fuck down onto his cock, liquid splattering out and over the two of them, messy and uncontained.

Keith’s arms wrap around his neck, kissing Lance with an open mouth, tongues swirling together, as they move with one another, wrapped up in their own world of lust.

Keith cums first this time, Lance following not long after, neither of them breaking their mouths apart as things get messier, and they don’t stop moving, groaning into each other's mouths.

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Everyone knows that Lance loves sex. It’s ingrained in his very bones–his whole species is made for it. Delicately formed, skin smooth and soft, bodies plush and thick, slim waists and gentle, sloping features. Delectable caramel skin, curly hair framing his face, just reaching past his neck.

Lance sashays through the halls of the ship he’s currently boarding. Some Galra commander ship. They’d taken him in when the captain had deemed his crew in need of a good energy-releaser. Lance had agreed willingly, he loved every opportunity to get his dick wet, to be bent over and fucking wrecked by someone ramming into him, over and over.

This particular ship is one of the bigger ones that he’s been on, with long, never ending hallways and hundreds of rooms. It’s practically a palace in the sky, and bursting with Galra soldiers, men and women alike.

Lance isn’t sure what the captain has told his crew, but people seem to know to approach him. He’s only a few steps out of his room the captain had given him for the foreseeable future, when a man about his age, crowds him against the wall. Lance goes with it, sending a flirtatious wink the Galra’s way. The man just grunts, hand running down Lance’s abdomen with surprising gentleness.

Lance, of course, is naked. His kind don’t wear clothes anyway. Too restricting. The Galra hand takes Lance’s cock, jerking him off erratically, Lance helping him out by forcing his arousal downwards (another benefit of his species, he can get hard whenever he likes, and has no rest time. He could cum all day long if he liked.) cock hardening and lengthening as the Glara leans further into him, the lust on his face clear.

When Lance cums in thick, (and faintly blue) ropes, the Glara backs off, taking off down the hallway to go about his normal day.

Lance leaves the cum to dry on his skin, knowing people love it when they can see he’s already been taken, a spoiled little cock-whore begging for more even after his last fill. As he walks, he smears the cum over his soft stomach, the perfect balance between a little pudgy and soft, hips curving outwards after his tiny waist.

It takes a little longer for the next person to find him. Or rather, group of people. He’s passing what he guesses are the planning and meeting board rooms of the ship, and out from one comes a group of three people, two girls and a guy from what Lance can tell. They approach him quickly, walking as a pact.

“Hey slut. You wanna get fucked?” the tall girl with long hair braided back across her head asks, voice husky but sweet, direct and to the point.

Lance nods eagerly. “Yeah. Would love that,” he says, keeping his voice breathy and high.

They pull him into the room they had just exited, the other girl, with a pink headband keeping her pixie cut back bending him over the thick table, her fingers pressing into Lance’s already prepped ass. She fingers him quickly, and the guy, slim but tall, climbs onto the desk, knees spreading apart in front of Lance’s face, pants off and cock standing, leaking in front of Lance.

“Suck,” he commands and Lance obeys, mouth wrapping around the tip just as one of the girls behind him tongue flicks around his rim, pressing into his ass. The other girl keeps her fingers in him, the both of them stretching him wide.

Lance moans from the stimulation, forcing himself down deeper on the man's dick, sucking hard, feeling the weight of it in his mouth.

The girls must be touching themselves (or each other) because he hears them gasp, a high whine symbolising their orgasms. The man cums too, shooting directly down Lance’s throat. Lance has never particularly been a fan of the taste of Galra semen, but he can enjoy it if it means he gets this.

He doesn’t say a word as he leaves the room, just flashing them all a flirty wink as he leaves, walking backwards and stroking his hard cock teasingly.

“You want help with that?” a hot voice whispers into his ear as he steps back out into the hallway, a delicate hand wrapping around his cock and stroking him to his tipping point, coming over their hand. He groans in appreciation as the Galra walks away, eyes flicking down to their ass as they go.

Lance smiles to himself, continuing his journey through the ship. This time, he smears the cum down his thick thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

He passes the mess hall next, and somehow, he’s managed to time it just as the soldiers of the ship are having their break. He struts in through the doors, swinging his hips, chin held high up in the air. Proudly owning the marks and cum covering his skin. Eyes turn to him in an instant, and the moment after that, everything is chaos, the first brave man standing up to kiss Lance deeply, a circle beginning to form around them as the Galra pushes him down to the ground, unsheathing his cock and lining it up with Lance’s hole, fingers digging into his ass as he sinks in easily into Lance, picking up a steady rhythm.

He cums quickly, and the next person is quick to take his place. This time however, he gets a pretty girl sitting on his face, and he eats her out eagerly, tongue lapping up as he cums in his mouth.

Everyone seems to get the hint after that, waiting for their turn and taking the opportunity to use Lance when they can. Fucking him, letting him fuck them, giving him blowjobs, making him give blowjobs, and everything in between. Lance gets through a solid eight or nine people, and even more are just standing around watching, openly touching themselves, getting off to the sight of Lance coming again and again, a whore in front of their eyes.

When the siren rings to signify the end of break, the Galra disperse fairly quickly, leaving Lance aroused, and panting heavily on the floor, covered in a mix of bodily fluids and sweat, absolutely loving it.

A hand is thrust into his line of vision, purple and small, but palm callused and worn. Lance takes another second to breathe and then accepts it, allowing himself to be hauled up, meeting the fiery indigo eyes of the captain. Commander Kogane, if he remembers from their brief introduction.

Kogane does not let go of his hand, dark hair falling across his face as he looks Lance up and down. “Do you want to wash that off in my private quarters?”

It’s clear what the Commander wants. And who is Lance to say yes to a man as good looking as the one in front of him?

Kogane’s quarters are lavish, the bathroom alone bigger than Lance’s tiny apartment back on his home planet, and the Commander is quick to lead him into the massive double shower, the water already pleasantly warm.

Lance doesn’t really like scrubbing himself clean when he’s still planning on getting fucked by other people, but there’s something about Kogane’s gaze that wills something in him to listen to every command the man makes.

Hands are on him in seconds, running over his body, mouth warm as it kisses up his throat, the obvious hardness of the Commander pressing into his lower back, the man clearly not wanting to waste any time.

As always, Lance lets his body flow into it, the Commander turning Lance around to push his back up against the slick shower wall.

“You think you can take one more cock?” he asks, eyebrow raised in challenge.

Lance smirks. “I bet yours is so small, I’ll hardly even notice it inside of me.”

Anger flashes across the Commanders face, and a fire sparks low in Lance's gut.

“Oh, you’re gonna be screaming my name,” the Commander says, voice low as he lifts Lance effortlessly, cock pressing into his hole.

Lance gasps, already hard. “Can’t do that if I don’t know your name, can I?”

“Keith,” the man—Keith— grunts, bottoming out inside of Lance, rolling his hips at a delicious pace.

Lance wraps his arms around Keith’s neck, drawing him in for an open-mouthed kiss which Keith accepts, pushing back against him with determination and fire.

Keith’s thrusts get harder and faster, and Lance is a moaning mess, bobbing up and down on Keith’s cock like it was all he was born to do, over and over again. Keith can hold his orgasm off for a surprisingly long time, kissing all over Lance’s face and neck, marking him with deep hickeys.

“Uh–yeah, ri–right there Keith, yeah!” Lance yells, and this spurs Keith to fuck him faster, splitting his insides in half.

“Keith!” Lance screams, probably loud enough to summon the whole ship to their location, and Keith finally cums, shooting his load into Lance so deep he won’t be able to clean it out. His mind has already decided that he’s not going too.

Lance locks his lips with Keith once more, the Commander still thrusting inside of him.

“Round two?” Lance mumbles against his mouth, and Keith wordlessly nods.