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[stomach-rental]

an emotionally supportive reese! this was just gonna be for a friend of mine but it Goes Here Too

[ohahahahaha]

Ok but same prompt with KLANCE SEXY TIMES

After the team finished swimming, Keith asked Lance to hang back with him.“Is everything alright, Keith?” Keith looked him up and down, eyes hooded. “Uh, yeah yeah, it’s just…wanted to see if you wanted to come back to the showers with me and wash of this chlorine.” “Oh. ~Oh!~” Lance smirked at him, grabbing the back of Keith’s neck, pulling him in. “Lead the way Mullet.” Keith eagerly grabbed Lance’s hand, practically dragging Lance to the showers. “Nipple piercings Keith, really? That’s what gets your going?” Keith blushed. “Shut up Lance.” As soon as they reached to showers, Keith turned one on, shoving them both under the heavy stream of water. Keith backed Lance into the wall, placing his mouth firmly on Lance’s, letting his hands wander up his chest. “A-ah! Keith!” Lance moaned. Keith gave Lance a smirk, slowly sinking to his knees. “K-Keith? What are you-” “Shh..just trust me.” Lance nodded and let the back of his head hit the shower wall. Keith closed and eyes and took a deep breath. He then begin to say the Lord’s Prayer and ask for forgiveness for all the thirsty motherfuckers who are totally engrossed in the story, and for the writer’s heart to stop pounding as she types this because she’s never written Klance smut and her face is super red and oh fuck yeah this is happening oh shit Charlotte is fucking dead. After Keith finished, he opened his eyes and peered up at Lance. “How was that?” Lance let out a whimper as he sunk to the floor with Keith, hugging him tightly. “You were amazing, Keith.”