Since my n/sfw blog is still blocked, I will have to post this here.
Ship: Keith/Lance
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 3,218
Summary: Keith enters his first heat and while he's lucky enough to skip most aspects, thanks to his human biology, heightened sense of smell isn't one of them.
Tags: pwp, scent kink, galra heat, mildly dubious consent, frottage, grinding
Notes: This was the first thing I wrote for Day 25 Olfactophilia (scent) for kinktober last year, but then I decided it was too long and shelved it in favour of writing something shorter. Then I sort of forgot about it, but here it is, better late than never =)
Keith pulled himself back sharply. Heat flooded his cheeks and he cleared his throat and tried to look like he didn’t have a raging hard-on. This heat thing was driving him insane.
“Sorry,” he muttered, trying to remember what they were meant to be doing.
“Dude, that’s like the fourth time I’ve caught you sniffing me! What the hell?” Lance snapped. “I know I don’t smell bad, so what gives?”
Krolia met his gaze across the table and gave him a sympathetic look. She’d only explained it to him that morning, when he’d finally realised that it was far from normal to be getting hard every time he was near Lance and smelled that smell on him. He was experiencing a Galra heat. Heightened senses were part of the deal, but luckily, his human genetics saved him from most of the far more disturbing aspects of a heat.
Still, finding himself so turned on by a damn smell was more than infuriating. It wasn’t even Lance, it was whatever the hell products he used in his stupid skincare regime. It was strongest in the morning and at night and weakest in the middle of the day. If Keith caught him right after a shower before he did all that skin crap, he didn’t smell it on him at all.
His only consolation was that Lance made them himself, so he didn’t have to worry about some random person having the same effect on him without warning. It was bad enough with Lance, but at least he knew him.
The only thing keeping him going at this point was that he only had to endure this for a few more days.
“It’s nothing,” Keith said, deciding his presence was pointless since he was aching so much he couldn’t think clearly. “Excuse me.”
As he left the room, he could only hope no one looked at his crotch. The Garrison uniforms were not kind in these sorts of situations. The pressure and friction from his pants rubbing tightly against his dick had him shaking by the time he got to his quarters.
He’d only just shut the door behind him and reached down to this pants when it opened again.
“I’ve had enough of this,” Lance said, barging in and slamming the door behind him. “I thought we were past all that rival crap. If you have a problem with the way I smell, just tell me. The last thing I want is to go around smelling bad to people. Do I smell bad? Is that it?”
Keith groaned and pushed him away when he leaned close. “Personal space, Lance,” he muttered. “We’ve talked about this.”
Lance snorted. “Yeah, sure, I’ll respect your personal space again when you stop barging into mine and sniffing me!”
Keith growled and turned away from him before he looked at him too closely. “Just leave it alone. You don’t smell bad.”
A hand on his arm spun him back around. “Then what’s going on? Is it some weird Galra thing?” Lance asked, actually looking concerned. “Am I giving off like...bad vibe smells?”
Keith raised an eyebrow. “Bad vibe smells?” Being this close to lance was almost intoxicating. Breathing in through his mouth didn’t help. “Get out of my room.”
Lance frowned but held his ground. “We’re past that rival crap, right? I am. I don’t want to be putting out any...enemy smells or whatever weird Galra thing you’ve got going on.”
Keith grit his teeth and had to fight the urge to lean forward and press his face to Lance’s neck. He’d been battling that urge since this stupid heat started.
“Lance. Get out of my room.”
“Not until you tell me what’s going on,” Lance insisted, starting to glare at him. “We don’t do that anymore. We talk it out. We’re a stronger team because of it and I’m not going to let you—”
Rage and arousal rose in Keith until he just couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Your skin crap is turning me on!”
Lance gaped at him. “My...I’m sorry, what?”
