#σ klance

[onlyevernice]

@awkwardxmon // Lance McClain: The sounds echoing in his ears from Keith and Shiro both has Lance shuddering, the sight they both make through his hazy eyes (one before him, the other through a PADD) one he'll savor for a very, very long time. He kisses at Keith, his lips and cheeks, strokes him slow through his orgasm. There's a tug of his lips, a lopsided and lazy smile that he aims at Shiro. "Thank /you/..."

@lunarburnt: "Um," Keith finally manages, tongue thick, "so I thought... it'd help if we... it'd help Shiro if we did something like that and-- um, you too, so..."

“I am so grateful they didn’t cut my comms,” Shiro says, smiling wide. Baby’s first threesome. A long-distance one, but, well, probably better this way for the first time, just so the three of them can get used to each other like this. “Honestly, I’m just happy to be a part of it.” And it’s true. “You’re so good together. To each other. To me--both of you. I...” And he looks down at his hand--winces. “I have some, ah, clean-up to do. Um--” How do you end a phone call like this?

[oceanvow]

whatever you do, don’t think about

s8e1

shiro saying be with the ones you love

lance going out of his way to hunt keith down

who is watching a sunset and was difficult to find

a keith who has premonitions of the future

who has probably already seen the sacrifice allura has to make

and a lance who is now asking him for advice on how to get the girl

from a keith who has probably already seen that they end up together

who tells lance what he needs to hear

regardless of however he’s personally feeling

everything he didn’t say in the game show

we’ve gotta end this war

and we’re gonna do it with the lance that’s the paladin of the red lion

the lance that’s always got my back

and the lance who knows exactly who he is

and what he’s got to offer

literally giving him his blessing as team leader to date another paladin

knowing how it’s going to end

that they’re going to love each other so incredibly

and that they’re all going to lose her

lance most of all

and keith is already preparing himself to be the one to pick up the pieces when lance falls apart

[onlyevernice]

@awkwardxmon // Lance McClain: He moans, partly distracted by the taste of Keith and of /himself/ on Keith's tongue, strokes him faster and squeezes lightly to apply a little more pressure, a little more friction. He pulls back, briefly, to suck the fingers of his other hand into his mouth, before he's back to kissing Keith again. That hand slips back, down, to gently press a finger to Keith's entrance, rub against the rim.

@lunarburnt: Ah-- *that* catches him by surprise. Lance's fingers-- his hands do that-- and-- damn-- Keith's breath is coming in shallow bursts-- his nails dig at his shoulder, hips slap hard against his hand-- he spurts over his knuckles and between their stomachs, none the wiser when every kiss is stars and static on his tongue. "Hhha..."

“Good,” Shiro says, breathless, “you’re both so good, did just what I wanted, oh, fuck,” his chest is swelling with something like pride, something like victory, and he wants some for himself, too. His scar’s gone dark at the edges, face flushed as he tries to sip in some desperate gasps of breath. He told himself he wasn’t going to come until he pushed Keith over the edge, and he’s devastatingly close now, doesn’t know why he’s holding back except that it aches when he can’t touch and kiss like he wants. Shiro’s mouth opens like he’s going to ask them for something else, but all that comes out is a tight moan, eyebrows twisting and eyes gone dark as he watches them through his PADD. “Thank you,” he realizes he wanted to say, “thank you for--for letting me--” finally, finally, he’s there, spilling hot over the backs of his fingers, pumping his fist impatiently to wring himself out for them.

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@awkwardxmon // Lance McClain: Lance whines low in his throat, fingers tightening their grip on Keith's dark hair, blue eyes pleading as he glances at Shiro through the screen. Pleasure is already coiling tight low in his abdomen, burning hotter with each bob and press of tongue against his dick that he meets with shallow thrusts of his hips. Don't come? Oh christ-- "Sh-Shirooo...!"

@lunarburnt: No mercy-- or is it the challenge that gets him going? Who can really tell? If neither of them get to touch each other, Lance is the perfect grounding rod for their bottomless lust, and it's oh so filthy and oh so vile the way he slurps his lips wide around his dick, lapping at the pulse of it forcing its way down his throat in and out over and over. Keith pays no mind to the soak of pre and saliva on his right glove-- he knows when Lance's toes are curling to pull back, to slow way, way down to slick little strokes that stop completely when he whines.

“Oh,” Shiro sighs, dick finally in hand, at the picture on his PADD: Lance’s blue eyes dark and captivating, mouth blown out in a moan around his name, while Keith brings him to the edge effortlessly and keeps him there--just as instructed. “He’s letting you into his throat, isn’t he, Lance. Nice and tight--love the way he swallows.” Neither of them can see him jerking off, not unless they track the slight movement of his left shoulder. “Does he taste good, Keith? You like how heavy he is in your mouth? You’re so good at this.” Good little cocksucker. “I could watch you suck him off all day.”

But they don’t have all day. They have a few stolen minutes, and Shiro has the pleasure of piloting the three of them through this. “Keith, open up, let him fuck your throat. Lance--pull his hair. When you’re ready...” Heavy swallow, hand speeding up. “Come on his face.”

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@awkwardxmon // Lance McClain: Lance drops to his knees, dazed and breathless and not quite there anymore either even as he leans in to kiss and lick away the remnant of his mess from Keith's face. His hands dart downwards, and it's only a few moments later that they're wrapped around Keith's cock, stroking firmly, thumbing the head and pressing against the slit with each upwards flick of his wrist.

@lunarburnt: Just like that, it's whiplash again, and Keith's trembling, his eyes hooded, his mouth wet and absolutely already fuckdrunk. When Lance touches him, he's kissing him open-mouthed, sipping a pant, a moan around his tongue. Jesus. He'd never dreamed-- is this real?

Keith looks outright intoxicated by the sex, blitzed by the taste of cum, enthralled by Lance’s tongue in his mouth. “Keith, baby,” Shiro tells him warmly, “you did so good, let him take care of you--wish I could hold you, present you to him, show him exactly where to touch, I want him to know you like I do.” Just the idea of it has him trying to control his eyes as they want to roll back; he wants to see all of this, as much as his limited screen will allow. “Shit--Lance, I know how good you are with your hands, I want you to pull it out of him as fast as you can. Give him a couple fingers if he tries to hold out on you--I’d do it myself if I were there, come on, show it to me--you both look so good like this--”

[onlyevernice]

@awkwardxmon // Lance McClain: Lance can only nod, breathless and flushed, his grip on Keith's hair pulling tight as he rocks his hips forward, the tight pressure of Keith's throat around him pulling a shaky moan of both of their names from Lance's lips. He's hesitant, at first, but his thrusts quicken in pace with the heat burning, coiling, in his gut, until-- he pulls out with a strangled cry to paint Keith's face white.

@lunarburnt: Keith's barely there in the first place, time having slowed his senses to a tilted drawl, but what he lacks in the moment he makes up for with sound, with palming himself impatiently between his thighs, smearing what he can't swallow right away from his knuckles into his mouth.

“Lance, go on, clean up your mess--Keith, you’re so good, look at you--Lance, I think he deserves a reward, why don’t you give him a hand?” If it comes out garbled and a little breathless, it’s because he’s rapidly catching up with them. Thankfully the slick sounds of his hand on his cock are drowned out by the heavy breathing on the other end of the comms. “You’re both so--what did I do to deserve this--wish I could touch, wish I could-”

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@lunarburnt: "Yes, sir," he grits, but it's not, of course, without a shakeup to his core-- Shiro's voice-- Jesus. He fights back a shudder that tries to make its way in a roll down his spine to work himself down to his knees and press a well-timed little kiss to the root of Lance's dick. It's the way it usually is, not much argument from *him*-- he likes it. For now.

@awkwardxmon // Lance McClain: The order startles Lance, the sound of Shiro's voice and the press of lips against his dick making him shudder, hips unconsciously jerking forward as both hands curl into Keith's hair. "K-Keith..." He knows how good Keith's mouth is. Oh, he knows.

“Keith,” comes out as a warning. The ‘sir’ is a powerplay indication, one that he wasn’t looking to get into this morning, but--well, what else could it possibly be? Bossing these two around from a distance like he could control their unbridled sexual attention. “Say my name, Lance.” It’s him who’s giving them this gift, after all. It aches, wanting to be there in the room with them. Wanting to steal every gasp from Lance’s mouth while he threads his fingers into Keith’s hair. “Isn’t his mouth so good? Hot and wet--and deep, go on, push in, see how far he can take you.”