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I’m trying to get more comfortable with procreate so I just chilled out and drew a bunch of keefs
Another S4 screencap redraw for Keith’s birthday! (You can see the previous one here.)
Fake It, Until You Make It
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Keith woke up smelling something delicious. He sniffed the air, then smiled to himself. He didn’t open his eyes, he just pulled Lance closer to himself, pressing his face to his chest. A hand moved, sliding up on the Cuban boy’s back to his head. Fingers found their ways into the cinnamon hair and Keith stroked the locks, then planted a kiss into them.
“What are you...” He cut himself and opened his eyes. Lance was in his arms, they were in the bed. Then who... Shiro. They had him over and had the best fuck so far their lives.
He tried to get out of the bed to great Shiro, but his muscles were aching and burning. He glanced at Lance. Lance got more than him. Better keep him bed for longer.
Keith managed to sat on the edge of the bed.
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“Heh…” Lance shivered, letting out a trembling breath as he felt Keith slowly sink into him. Pleasure-pain rippled down his spine and pooled low in his gut and Lance bit his lip to hold back a low moan, his arms around Keith tightening just a fraction, pulling him closer.
“It’s okay to…m-move, y’know. ‘M fine.”
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“Um, yeah? I’m… I was pretty sure you hated me,” Keith said with a little pout. He looked away, then back at Lance. His face brightened. He even smiled.
“Crad– You–” Keith moaned. “I will make you eat those words,” he promised. “Really? That… That really would mean me a lot. When can we start? What will we do? There are a lot of things I want to try. I heard how other kids were having fun and… maybe we can do that too.”
“I don’t-… Okay, maybe I did for a while,” Lance confessed. He shifted uncomfortably, his gaze dropping to his shoes. “But that was before I knew you. You were just some weird loner kid who got in trouble a lot but somehow still managed to one-up me at everything. I was jealous. But then we ended up in space and having to work together as part of Voltron and… I dunno. I’d like to think we’re friends now.”
He looked up at Keith, struggling to hold in laughter at his reaction to the teasing. “I dunno, we can start now if you want? Pidge, Hunk, and I managed to get that video game system working, or we could go to the pool, or go for a walk. Whatever you wanna do.”
Keith looked away as he was listening to Lance. He felt his cheeks warmed up. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, finally looking up. “I should have pay more attention. I was lost in my own world.”
He nodded quickly. “Yes! Let’s start now! Like... um. Whatever I want to? I... I want a hug. Please.” He cleared his throat. “Then... Then we can play video games.”
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Keith was still examining the wound, considering how much stitch it will need. “I’ll kill it,” he said like he would have said the time. Then he glanced up. “In case you didn’t do it. No one can hurt you and walk away.”
He pulled away, hand slid and he held Lance’s. “You did well. I’m proud of you and I’m happy I can fight on your side in this war. And when, not if, when it will end, I’ll take you to the beach and we’ll eat ice-cream,” he promised and smiled.
“You can show your heroic scar around, or I can put you into a pod. Then no sewing.”
Lance blinked and stared at Keith. He couldn’t really say he was surprised that Keith responded with violence, but he was surprised Keith was so intent on defending him.
“They got away. It’s okay, I don’t think they’re gonna try hurting anyone else anytime soon,” he said, smiling in an attempt at reassurance. That smile grew as Keith took his hand, and if asked, Lance would insist his face was flushing from his fever and nothing else.
“I’ll hold you to that then. When the war ends you owe me ice cream.”
He bit his lip as he thought over his options. The pod would be less painful, but it would take more time and Lance didn’t like the idea of being in there unless he really needed to be.
“…I wouldn’t mind having a cool scar,” he finally answered. “I could be like Shiro.”
Keith offered another soft smile. Lance made him smile... a lot. It was weird?
He would get Lance every day ice-cream during a whole year or longer if that made him smile and happy. He nodded. “You’ll got it.”
Keith slowly let off Lance’s hand, totally not brushing the back of it and he cupped his cheek into a hand. “You and Shiro are not cool because of any scar,” he said softly, then pulled away.
“Okay, then I’ll sew it. Unless you want someone else to do it for you.”
“….”
“Approved!! Now, get over here!”
Keith was quick to get over there, pretending hard his face wasn’t red.
Lance grabs the other man by his arms and pulls him onto the bed, curling his body around him. Cuddle time!
“I make a super good Big Spoon.”
Keith tried his best to muffle his voice. First a surprised squawk, then soft yell. Lance was warm and he smelled so nice. Keith giggled and he buried his face into the other’s chest.
“You do.”
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Oh, that voice never failed to make Lance shiver and hegrinned, slyly, and took the opportunity to peck Keith on the lips just one more time.
“What if I said ‘no’?” Lance hummed low in his throat, blue eyes hooded and gleaming mischievously. He absently stroked his fingers through Keith’s hair, his other arm moving to wrap around Keith’s neck. “What would you do then~?”
Keith hummed. “Well, in that case,” he purred sliding his hands down on Lance back towards his butt. Suddenly he placed one quickly on the other’s head and he grabbed the silky locks. He pulled them to make Lance move his head, expose his neck.
“In that case I would have to punish you,” he whispered pressing his lips to his lover’s neck. He parted them, raked his teeth down on the throat’s column then bit into the skin to mark him.
Lance’s breath hitched, a moan catching in his throat as he felt Keith’s teeth pierce into his skin, making him go almost entirely boneless. A shudder rippled through his entire body and he clung to Keith, one hand curled into his hair, the other grasping tight at the back of his shirt to keep his knees from buckling.
“I think,” Lance groaned, lips pulling into a cheeky grin and voice gaining a teasing ( breathless ) tone. “I think you’ll have to do better than that, then. I’ve been a very bad boy~”
It was always awesome seeing and making Lance in this condition. It made Keith grin.
Then those cocky words made him growl, low in his throat. “You took me wrong, McClain,” he said, then he pulled away. “We’re not even close to get you punished. Get on the bed,” he ordered.
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“I love you, Keith, but you seriously need to be more careful,” Lance frowned, brows furrowed in concentration as he cleaned the cut on the other paladin’s cheek, trying to be as gentle as was possible. The cold, harsh worry swirling in the pit of his stomach made it difficult to hold his hands entirely steady, though.
“Are you hurt anywhere else?”
“I’m sorry,” Keith mumbled and he looked away. He sat still bearing with Lance’s actions. He smiled eventually. “I had to admit I like the attention you give me and the caring touches,” he said.
Keith finally looked at Lance. “It hurts very much here,” he pointed on his lips. “Kiss it better?”
Despite the worry and concern, Lance couldn’t help but smile, just a little, and he leaned in to brush a chaste kiss to Keith’s lips.
“You don’t have to get hurt to get my attention, though,” he murmured, smile fading as he remembered the previous battle. Three seconds. He’d looked away from Keith for three seconds, and it had been enough time for a sentry to almost…
“…You scared me.”
After the soft, teasing kiss, Keith closed his eyes and caught after Lance’s lips to make the kiss deeper or at least get another. But Lance pulled away.
“I don’t have to, but I like to,” he said with a goofy grin, then he rubbed his jaw. He didn’t dare to rub his cheek. It hurt.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered looking down. “I didn’t want to make you worry. I wasn’t thinking... straight. I just... moved.”
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