Lotor pulled the smaller halfbreed back to sit between his legs on the bed, bring Keith’s back flush against his front. “Mm.. Do you really need to go out there with those perverse creatures? You could simply remain here with me. I could pamper you, make you feel like your soul is magma and your limbs quiver.” He was planting hisses along Keith’s shoulder as he spoke to move his point along. His hands slid from the man’s stomach to his chest. “Let me show you, love.”
“It pays the bills.” Keith said bluntly, obviously not being too fond of it himself. Just that night, one of said creatures had started to crawl onto the stage, grabbing for Keith as he very firmly kicked them in the head. It probably would have gotten him fired, but Keith drew in too much attention for the club to do that. Still, he leaned against the broad chest of Lotor, feeling so small when being held by him, yet surprisingly comfortable. If anyone had asked him if he would be in the arms of someone he had once considered a mortal enemy, he would have laughed. Lotor had wanted them all dead, after all. And had certainly tried.
His abs twitched underneath the other’s touch, shivering softly as Lotor kissed at his shoulders, violet hues slipping shut as he gave a half-grin. “I’m not the type of guy who just sits and lets other people take care of him. I’m a fighter, but I’m sure you knew that by now.” Keith couldn’t just be some pretty and submissive thing that allowed himself to get pampered. He needed the rush, the thrill, the fight. It was part of what had first led him into bed with the Galra. “Though, now I’m curious if you can hold up to that promise~”