Ahhh!! Nobody asked for this (sadly) but I'm doing it anyway. Voltron tk headcanons!! :D
Hc's under the cut!!
Shiro:
Eh, most people would think that he is quite ticklish, but that's not really the case.
He is ticklish, yes, but only around 4/10 on the tk scale, which (compared to others) isn't much.
He's not much of a lee, but he is a RUTHLESS ler, Keith and confirm after living with Shiro and enduring his frequent ler moods for years on end 😅.
Only ticklish spots are behind his knees, his ears and the back of his neck where his hair ends and meets his back.
He uses his strong ass mechanic arm to pin his lee's hands down and tickle the SHIT out of them 😭.
Very skilled ler.
85% ler, 15% lee.
Adam would 100% tickle him even knowing he's not that ticklish.
Hunk:
Actually quite ticklish, around a 6.5/10 on the scale.
55% ler and 45% lee.
Worst spot is his top sets of ribs.
Vibrating your fingers at the top of his ribs make his laugh wheezy and hiccup-y.
Very flustered when teased.
"Coochie coochie coo!" and "tickle tickle tickle" work really well on him.
When he's a ler, he's very gentle, he doesn't use rough tickles, be used soft ones like pokes and light traces.
Though these work really well on his lees
Lance:
Growing up being the older sibling with lots of younger siblings, he's very experienced in this type of stuff.
75% ler, 25% lee.
Just because he's mainly a ler doesn't mean he isn't ticklish himself.
Solid 8/10 on the tk scale
Worst spots are his armpits, belly anddd.. neck
Wrecks EVERYBODY in Voltron, literally.
Teases everybody
They're TERRIBLE.
He doesn't even have to touch his lee, he can just tease and they'd already be giggling.
Skilled ass ler
Like, terrifyingly skilled
Keith:
OH MY GOD MY BABYNYBYBYBYBTB
I love him so much I cant ..
14/10 on the tk scale
THE MOST TKLISH IN VOLTRON
90% lee, 10% ler
Worst spots are: back of the neck (i totally didn't add that because of his mullet and the headcanon that his mullet tks his neck ..) , thighs, feet, armpits, hips, under his chin, his back and his palms.
Basically every spot IMAGINABLE.
When he's galra, scratch under his chin, he let's out the sweetest giggles
Lance does this .. (Klance IS real trust me ..)
Shiro has the WORST ler moods and KEITH is ALWAYS the victim of these attacks
Their brotherly bond makes me cry I love brotherly sheith (NOT THE SHIP. I HHHAAAAATTTTTEEEEEE SHEITH AS A SHIP.)
Only Shiro, Lance, Hunk and Allura know that Keith is tklish.
Allura knows because her mice saw Shiro and Lance wreck Keith and they told her
Pidge:
Not tklish.
whatsoever.
maybe on her hands, like scratching the skin between her fingers will make her chuckle, but nothing else.
It's crazy, you'd think Pidge WOULD be tklish, but she's not
These both aren't tklish, alteans (or however you spell it, idk) aren't.
Not one bit.
THESE ARE SO LAZY AND OLD I'M SO SORRY I'M NOT ACTIVE ANYMORE, I'VE BEEN HAVING A LOT OF LIFE PROBLEMS RECENTLY AND I DECIDED TO POST THIS DRAFT TO MAKE UP FOR IT ..
"I can't believe this is the first time you're trying bubble tea." As incredulous as he sounds, Lance recognizes that Keith hasn't been gifted many opportunities to partake in the delicious tapioca pearl drink, but still, how could he have not at least been curious about it?
Amethyst eyes roll at Lance's words before glancing down at the beverage settled on the table in front of him. "I'm trying it now, so hush." This is truly a step out of Keith's comfort zone. He knows what he likes when it comes to sustenance and generally sticks to that box (unless Lance drags him out of it), so the idea of trying something new churns his stomach a bit, especially something like squishy little balls floating within a liquid he’s meant to drink. Oceanic sight is fixated on him however, the scrutiny making Keith feel as though he was under a time limit, and if he didn’t raise the straw to his lips soon and drink, then a terrible event would occur. Thank god they’re in the comfort of their own apartment, because Lance looking at him like that in public would only embarrass him further.
“Lance.”
“Mhm?”
“Stop looking at me so intensely.”
“Oh, am I making you nervous~?” His boyfriend is adorable, truly. Keith sends a squint Lance’s way and he responds with a nearly shit - eating grin.
“I’m gonna throw it in the garbage if you don’t chill⎯”
“Nonono, okay, alright, I'll just enjoy my own drink.” Upon those words, supple lips cover his straw to sip at his own tea, sucking up a few of the pearls, relishing in the smooth texture and sweet taste. He even unlocks his phone and begins scrolling through it, showing Keith that he is indeed backing off a bit.
With another roll of those stormy eyes, Keith finally curls his palm around the cup and brings the straw between his lips. Lance, despite pretending to remain attentive to his phone, had glanced up at Keith as soon as he noticed movement in his peripherals, observing eagerly for the other’s reaction. It takes a moment to process the mouth feel and taste of the tapioca and tea combination Keith chose, but once everything’s swallowed, Lance’s stomach flips for joy at the small smile that blooms over Keith’s features.
“You look pleased.” Lance follows his delight with a grin of his own, toothy and dazzling. Keith’s smile is almost shy, as if embarrassed by how his visage puts his satisfaction on display.
“Fine, you were right. It’s pretty good.”
“Oh? Wait, hold on⎯” Confusion momentarily spreads across Keith’s face as Lance taps furiously away on his phone, before holding it in his palm, closer to the other. “Say that I’m right again, I want to capture it for a ringtone.”
“Oh, screw off, Lance,” But his tone holds amusement and affection, not a bite of maliciousness could be found in those words.
“Nah, nah, nah, c’mon. Just once!” Lance presses the phone even closer and Keith shifts out of the way, that smile blossoming a grin just as stunning as Lance’s.
“I said no!” An arm darts out to poke and prod at his boyfriend’s sides to force him to move the phone away from Keith. Lance squeaks and recoils back some, but that doesn’t mean he’s given up. Placing the phone in his less dominant hand, Lance reaches out in a mimic of Keith’s earlier action, and begins lightly scribbling his nails along Keith’s side, igniting a leak of giggles from him. “Lahahahance, st⎯stahap!”
“Not until you tell my phone how right I was about you liking bubble tea.” He steps closer to give himself better access, the fingers that are actively tickling Keith digging in a bit more, which rewards him with a higher pitch of those giggles and stronger squirming.
“I’m⎯aaahahaha⎯I-I’m not dohohoing that!” With a quick burst of strength and speed, he breaks free from Lance’s ticklish grip and escapes into their bedroom, which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the smartest place to run to.
“You get back here!” Lance demands and immediately takes off after Keith, tackling him to the surface of their bed, pressing his weight into him whilst knees settle on either side of his hip, locking the swordsman in place. Those slender digits discover home on Keith's stomach, grazing the fabric covered skin enough to bring giggles forth from him once again. "Sooo, why don't we see who's more ticklish?"
Keith hides a gulp, even though he already knows the answer; he's proven it tons of times. Lance may be more sensitive than he is, but he can also be a devastating tickler when he wants to be. The hairs on his arms stand on end at the anticipation of it, the challenge his boyfriend poses has his stomach doing flips and even though Keith knows he's in for it, he isn't struggling or fighting back against him, not really.
That is, until Lance digs into the flesh of his waist without so much as a warning, and Keith's body jerks on its own, hips bucking up and against Lance as laughter erupts from him like water shooting from a busted fire hydrant. He’s already having a go at a very sensitive area on Keith, which tells him that Lance isn’t playing games. With a mind of its own, muscular frame wriggles underneath Lance’s weight, tempted to utilize his limbs and try pushing back at the other, but his body does all but try to stop his boyfriend’s antics.
“Sh-Shihihihit, La⎯aaahahahahance!” Electricity rockets throughout his skin, igniting him like a current that only heightens in reactivity with every damned brush and caress of Lance’s fingers. His bellows raise in volume when the other snakes his hands up along his stomach, making certain to draw through each contour of his abs, before stopping right on top of his ribs. That’s when Keith’s hands finally shoot up to grip at Lance’s wrists, but it does nothing to deter any movement; if anything, it brings a shit-eating smirk to those lips of his.
“Ah, can’t handle it, love~? Is it too much for you already?” Keith swears through a squeal when Lance squeezes at the space of his bottom ribs, biting back the urge to squirm. “I dunno… you had me crowned as the most ticklish, but I think I might have to step down from the throne for someone more fitting.” To end his point on a bang, those evil digits make quick work of kneading at Keith’s ribs, from down to up, and back down again, jumping from digging tickles to grazing scribbles so that Keith was stilled at a constant edge. An absolutely delicious whine breaches from the confines of Keith’s throat, followed by the rapid falls of wheezy laughter that even have Lance giggling a little too.
His physical fortitude is diminishing fast, so if he wants to turn this into a fight, then he needs to act even faster. Through squinted sight, Keith removes a hand from Lance’s wrist and launches it to his side, delivering squeezes in quick succession that effectively force Lance to shift his weight nearly entirely off of Keith, squealing at the sensation. The opportunity is there and Keith jumps on it with not an iota to spare. Trained core strength helps in twisting the lower half of his body so that he and Lance flip positions, and within seconds, the gunman is now pinned back to bed spread, skylight eyes wide in surprise. Now it’s Keith's turn to don that smirk.
“Sorry babe, I’m afraid I can’t take that crown. I don’t deserve it, but I can show you who does.” Now it’s Lance’s turn to gulp. And, similarly to how he had just treated Keith minutes ago, Keith wastes not a moment in tickling his boyfriend silly, for as long as the evening will allow.
A Hard Day’s Rest - Keith, Lance, Shiro (platonic)
A Hard Day’s Rest - Keith, Lance, Shiro (platonic) from Voltron
A/N: Thanks for the prompt anon! Sorry, this got kind of long! I also realized that I might be using the “sentence starters” wrong since I haven’t been using them at the beginning, but oh well. I’ll just use them however lmaoo. We’ll say this takes place during the good old Voltron days, not the recent crazy times rip. I hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: This is a tickle fic.
Summary: A training session between Lance and Shiro gets a little out of hand, and Keith is just an innocent bystander. Lance provokes Shiro’s wrath, Shiro wrecks him, and Keith somehow gets roped into the whole mess!
Word Count: 2939
In retrospect, Keith could definitely see how he had ended up in this position- that is, being held down and tickled by two of the worst friends in the universe. How does that saying go; hindsight is 20/20?
The paladins were allowed a day of rest and relaxation before a new training regimen would begin. After a quick workout and shower, Keith fully planned to spend the entire day locked away in his room (save for the occasional bathroom break). No social interaction, no universal crisis; just him, his bed, and maybe a book or something? He hadn’t really thought too much about it. Another thing he hadn’t thought too much about was the fact that would need food eventually.
He was little more than an hour into his “me day” when he felt the first hunger pang. He managed to ignore it for several minutes, primarily out of plain laziness, before he decided that he would indeed have to brave the trek to the kitchen for some food goo.
He made it to the kitchen undisturbed. The problem arose after he had reached his destination. He had hardly made it from the doorway to the dispenser when the door opened again and two running figures shot through the door.
“Bad move Lance, now you’ve just cornered yourself,” Shiro said as the one he was addressing did, in fact, come to a stop in the corner. He sounded like he was genuinely critiquing Lance, but there was a playfulness in his voice that couldn’t be hidden.
“Oh, hey Keith!” Lance said excitedly, causing Shiro to glance over his shoulder. In the moment it took him to do that, Lance was jumping on the counter in an attempt to get around him. Keith rolled his eyes at their antics as Shiro immediately turned back to face the escapee.
“Lance! Not on the-” in a surprising turn of events, Shiro was cut off as Lance dove off the counter and tackled him to the floor. Shiro landed on his side with Lance on top of him, and the two were immediately wrestling for the upper hand.
“...What’s going on?” Keith asked, making sure to avoid their scuffle. Shiro was stronger than Lance by far, but the latter was able to put up a fight in his position.
“Training,” was all Lance said before he replaced his focus in winning against Shiro. He managed to get the upper hand- by playing dirty. They were both pushing at each other, trying to roll the other over. Lance took this opportunity to shoot his hands into Shiro’s exposed underarms.
“AGH, Lance! Th-that’s che-heating!” Shiro said as his arms shot down in an attempt to protect his sensitive spots, leaving Lance undisturbed.
“Says who? I didn’t hear any rules other than ”immobilize the other person,” right?” Lance smirked as he walked his hands down to scribble and prod at the sides of Shiro’s stomach. This caused him to curl in on himself as deep, cheerful laughter was drawn out of him.
“I say nohoho ticklihing- oh mahaHAN.” Shiro grabbed Lance's wrists, attempting to pry them away from his stomach. As soon as he got close to succeeding, Lance simply switched things up by moving back to his underarms. He would stay in this spot, with a pleased smile, as Shiro’s laughter rose in pitch and he clamped his arms down again, before dragging his fingers back down to his stomach. He kept up this pattern, which sufficiently kept Shiro occupied.
Keith shook his head and chose to ignore them as he turned back to the dispenser. The struggle continued behind him as he got his food.
“All you gotta do is tap out! C’mon Shiro, just tap out, okay?” Lance teased as he kept up his assault, this time scratching at the fronts of Shiro’s ribs.
“I swehehear you’re in fohoHOHor ihihihit!” Shiro was half attempting to stop Lance and half attempting to just get out from under him. As he walked towards the door, bowl of goo in hand, Keith was sure he would tap out and Lance was going to win.
Just as the door slid open he heard Lance yelp, then a thud. He looked over his shoulder and saw Shiro on his hands and knees, breathing heavily, and Lance kneeling a few feet away from him. Lance gulped as Shiro looked at him with murder in his eyes.
“I’ll give you five seconds to run.”
Lance immediately shot to his feet and bolted for the door.
“We gotta gooo!” he shouted frantically.
“We?” was all Keith got out before Lance’s hands were on his shoulders, pushing him through the door and down the hall. And that was how he ended up sprinting through the castle with Lance, a bowl of green food goo in hand and a vengeful Shiro not far behind. He honestly didn’t know what he was expecting of his day off.
Steered by Lance- literally- they eventually found themselves in the communal room. This wasn’t the first place he would have chosen to hide, though he didn’t think he should have to be hiding at all. Lance guided him all the way around the circular, sunken couch and down the stairs. He watched as Lance crouched behind said stairs, using the wall/couch as cover.
Keith, suddenly remembering how hungry he was, sat on the couch across from where Lance was hiding, and began eating.
“Keith! You have to hide!” Lance said in exasperation. Keith stopped mid-bite and gave him an indignant look.
“Why do I have to hide? I didn’t do anything wrong.” He continued to eat as Lance popped his head up to glance nervously at the door.
“Aiding and abetting!”
“I did neither of those things.”
“Guilty by association!”
“That’s just not fair,” Keith said with annoyance in his voice.
“C’mon Keith, you’re going to give me away!” Lance pouted at him and crossed his arms. Keith didn’t get a chance to respond as the door slid open and Lance quickly ducked back down in a panic.
Shiro made eye contact with sitting-in-plain-sight Keith, who just shrugged, spoon in his mouth. Shiro began walking toward the sunken couch.
“Another bad move, Lance,” he called as he spoke. Keith could see Lance jump slightly at Shiro’s voice.
“You couldn’t have picked a more obvious room. Maybe you want me to catch you,” he said with a smirk.
He hopped over the edge, and Keith watched him as he slowly walked towards the other end of the room (okay, maybe he was a little invested now in how this was going to play out).
Shiro had almost reached the point where he would be able to see Lance, but before that could happen said male shot up and attempted to run away yet again. As he made his way up the steps, he tripped in almost comedic fashion, giving Shiro plenty of time to catch up.
Shiro tackled him to the floor, there was a struggle, and they both rolled off the edge and onto the couch. Shiro easily found himself on top this time and pushed Lance’s hands firmly against his chest, holding them in place with one of his own hands.
“Nonono Shihiroho, I’m sorry!” Lance was already laughing in anticipation before Shiro even did anything. As Shiro’s free hand moved closer, he began squirming more. He would shoot his hand towards Lance’s stomach before pulling it back, causing Lance to shriek and jump each time.
”Shirooo, dammit, either do something already or let me go!” Lance said, his face red from all the running around, as well as embarrassment.
“Well, since you asked,” Shiro replied with a smile, and wasted no time attacking the younger man’s torso. He scribbled his fingers from side to side across Lance’s stomach, causing him to begin laughing with renewed vigor. He squirmed and rolled from side to side as much as he could with Shiro sitting on his thighs and pinning him down.
“That’s nohot what I meheheant Whahat are yOU DOHIHING?” Keith crossed his legs and leaned to the side a bit to see what it was that Shiro was doing. He had stuck his hand under Lance’s shirt and was dragging blunt but tickly fingernails all over the sensitive skin on his stomach and sides. Keith shivered slightly at Shiro’s ruthless display.
Lance’s muscles jumped at the ticklish feelings and he tried to curl up to block them, but Shiro’s hand on his chest kept him firmly in place. His loud laughter turned a little wheezy as Shiro’s tickling hand moved up his side and squeezed under his arm. Lance tried his best to immobilize the hand between himself and the couch but was unable to keep Shiro from digging into his sensitive underarm.
Once Lance’s began to turn silent, Shiro released his hands, freeing up his own hand to join the torment. He immediately shoved his other hand under Lance’s shirt and began rubbing circles into the poor troublemaker’s ribs on either side.
Lance’s laughter returned, loud and frantic. He rolled side to side, and grabbed and pushed at Shiro’s arms, but was too tired to stop him. Shiro seemed to be enjoying his revenge, while Keith almost felt bad for his victim.
“Now I know you remember the rule, Lance, since you so happily reminded me of it earlier.” Shiro returned to digging into the sensitive hollows of Lance’s underarms, causing the latter’s laughter to increase in pitch. “This could all be over in an instant!”
Lance didn’t waste a second after being reminded of the rules. He forced his arm over to smack the back of the couch, tapping out. Shiro tickled him for a few moments longer before patting Lance on the shoulder and climbing off of him. Lance rolled off the couch and sat on the floor with his head against his knees, residual laughter still chasing him.
“Aaaahah that was crahazy,” Lance said, his voice a little hoarse as he spoke.
“You definitely lost that “training excersize.” I won’t be as lenient with mistakes during the new team regimen.” Shiro said in his best ‘Space Dad’ voice, but there was a smug tone as well.
“I didn’t lose,” Lance replied, looking offended.
“You definitely lost,” Keith spoke this time as he got up from the couch and began moving towards the door to return his now empty bowl to the kitchen.
“Wait!” Lance called after him, jumping to his feet. He… recovered fast. “Where do you think you’re going, Mullet!” Keith turned to give him a confused look. He just pointed to the door in response.
“No way. You didn’t even try to help me or anything. And after I even helped you run away!”
“Well, I didn’t need to run away. I didn’t even do anything back in the kitchen!” Keith huffed, annoyance clear in his voice. Lance began to argue back, but Shiro interjected.
“No, he has a point Lance. He didn’t do anything. In fact, he didn’t try to help me either, just ignored us. That’s not how a team works, Keith.”
Keith felt his fight for flight instinct kick as he realized where this conversation was heading.
“But I had nothing to do with any of this!” Keith turned, keeping his eyes on them. He was ready to run if needed.
“Key word being “had.” And now you do!” Lance replied with a mischevious grin. He looked at Shiro and they made eye contact for a moment before Shiro lunged at Keith. Keith, anticipating this, took off towards the door.
What none of them expected was Lance, hopping on one foot as he yanked off his boot and chucked it right at Keith. Keith felt something impact with the back of his knee, causing him to lose his footing. He tumbled to the floor, turned over, and kicked the offending boot away in anger.
“What the hell!” he yelled, crossing his arms in frustration. There was no point in trying to run at this point. Shiro chuckled softly as he jogged up to Keith and knelt beside him. Lance was quick to join them.
“I see you’ve accepted your fate,” Lance said smugly.
“Shut up,” Keith bit back. He didn’t even flinch as Shiro grabbed his arms to move them above his head. There was a bit of a struggle as Keith resisted, keeping his arms folded firmly against his body. With the help of a few squeezes to his sides from Lance, Shiro was able to force him to lie back against the ground and hold his hands above his head.
“Love the “tough guy” act, man. You’re doing great,” Lance teased his friend as he knelt over his thighs. Keith was pursing his lips and looking anywhere other than his two friends faces. He was just ready to get this humiliation over with.
“Where should we st-” Shiro began, but was cut off by Keith suddenly spazzing. He quickly repinned Keith’s flailing arms and looked up to see the cause of his sudden struggles. Lance had dug right in to Keith’s sides, squeezing and poking at random. It wasn’t the most coordinated attack, but seemed to work nonetheless.
Keith had yet to laugh, but was putting up a considerable struggle as he bucked his hips and pulled on his arms. His face was all scrunched up and a trembling smile began to form.
“Lance, one thing you need to work on is slowing down and strategizing. You get too excited about things and sometimes act without thinking,” Shiro spoke in a teacher voice and Lance nodded with a focused look on his face, like this was actual training. Keith couldn’t believe Shiro was using now as a teaching moment!
“Try slowing down and strategizing. Anyway,” Shiro concluded, looking back down at Keith. He held Keith’s wrists in one hand and used his free hand to slowly trace up and down Keith’s left arm from wrist to just above his armpit. Keith shivered and held his breath, hiding his face in his other arm. He tried to shake his arm away from Shiro’s hand but was unable to escape the tickly feelings.
“As for you, Keith. You need to be more of a team player! If we want Voltron to be strong, we each need to have strong bonds with each other, right?” Keith could care less what Shiro was saying as Lance started scratching and prodding at his sides more methodically. The electric feelings coming from his torso, as well as the ticklish feelings from Shiro, caused Keith to lose his resolve.
“S-stohohop ahaha.” He started giggling, his voice muffled by his arm, as he squirmed and tried to break free. How embarrassing.
“Hah, wow, who would’ve though Keith could laugh like that?” Lance commented, clearly amused.
“Shuhuhut uhuhup,” Keith responded, though he couldn’t say any more than that.
“Still has the nerve to be rude though,” Lance rolled his eyes and smirked. He used both hands to scratch at Keith’s lower stomach where his shirt had ridden up, causing the other’s laughter to rise in pitch.
Shiro also decided to kick it up a notch at this point, and finally hit his target, digging in to Keith’s underarm. Keith squealed into his arm at this and desperately pulled on his arm in an attempt to protect his sensitive armpit. Shiro’s hold on him wouldn’t budge, but Keith actually pulled himself up a little bit. Unfortunately for him, this did nothing other than cause Lance to laugh and actually sit on his thighs to better pin him down.
“Holy cow, you must be pretty ticklish,” Lance mused, much to Keith’s embarrassment.
“OHO MY GOHOHD,” was all Keith could say as he twisted and squirmed as much as his current position would allow.
“I bet after this you’ll start being more of a team player, right?” Shiro teased, moving his hand to Keith’s other side and tickling the area at the top of his ribs with a clawed hand.
“Screhehehew yohoHOHOU, ahahaha.”
“Now that’s not very nice!” Lance said as he moved to test Keith’s hips. Before he could continue his teasing, he squeezed Keith’s hips and was cut off by the other’s reaction. He let out a loud, high-pitched screech-laugh before dissolving into silent laughter. He shook his head back and forth as he laughed
“Oh my god,” Lance laughed at his reaction, and Shiro couldn’t help but chuckle too. Lance repeated this a couple more times, and each time Keith let out a similarly loud and desperate laugh. Lance eventually moved away from this obvious bad spot, instead moving up to lightly tickle Keith’s ribs. Shiro, too, returned to alternating between Keith’s underarms.
By the time his laughter became weak and he stopped struggling, Shiro stopped what he was doing.
“Hey Lance, we should let him go now.” After a few more squeezes, Lance stopped tickling him and sat back with his hands on his hips and a proud look on his face.
“That. Was. Hilarious. This rest of the team is going to love this!” Lance said excitedly as he climbed off of Keith, and Shiro smiled in amusement and released his arms. Keith was still letting out tired giggles as he laid on the ground with his arm thrown over his eyes.
“I’m gohohing to kill you guhuys,” he managed to say.
“Sure you are,” Lance replied, reaching over and squeezing Keith’s knees. Keith let out more laughter as he kicked his legs from Lance’s grasp and rolled away to resume catching his breath. So much for his rest and relaxation.
Ok what if Lance got hit with the strongest fucking lee mood one day. He plops down in keiths lap, lowkey shaking. He looks up at Keith with those puppydog eyes and asks him to "please Keith?? Please do the thing??". And like, how can Keith deny that - 🐌
oh my god please YES yes yes god i’m so glad to be back bc now i get stuff like this
voltron: legendary defender | klance | words : 2572
“Oh, don’t let me stop you. Keep singing.” With a tone much too amused and muscular figure leaned against the door frame, Keith’s eyes have locked on his boyfriend who’s settled at the countertop, chopping up onions for their lunch. His ears were previously graced with the melodic & upbeat notes of Lance’s singing before he halted as soon as he noticed Keith’s presence, cheeks dusting over in a soft shade of cherry at having been caught.
"You snuck up on me! Y'know, all that Blade of Marmora training has made you seriously light on your feet, you're too quiet when you walk up on people--" Lance complains, obviously trying to shift the attention off of his virtuoso vocals, but Keith isn't falling for the trick. He merely grants the other a shrug, stepping further into the kitchen to peer down at the meal he was preparing before the interruption. It was a newer dish, something that Lance had talked about trying to cook before and though Keith rarely indulged in foreign grounds when it came to what he ate, Lance was a decent cook and he's willing to try anything for him. After a once-over of the food, he twists to match his gaze with Lance with Lance again, a small smirk now presented half-cocked upon his lips.
"Being quiet has its advantages," is his rebuttal, arms crossing along the width of his chest as he gently knocks a shoulder against his love's. "You can keep complaining about it if you do it in song."
A silent curse leaks out with the sensation of heat that strengthens on the surface of Lance's cheeks, half-tempted to run into the next room and half-tempted to actually take Keith up on his offer. Complaining while singing truthfully sounds sort of hilarious and maybe Lance might've considered it had he not been ambushed by the other, but the abashment that's welled up in the center of his stomach has stolen the reigns from his usual confidence and is keeping his vocal chords locked and twisted. At this point, he's temporarily canceled prepping lunch and his new focus lies on a getaway. Sapphire sight slowly inches from where Keith stands to the archway that connects into the living room, calculating the distance to it from his own feet and weighing the risks. Keith, however, is a warrior, and a highly trained one at that, so as soon as he notices Lance's fixed stare towards the living room, his smirk widens and his own stance alters.
"C'mon loverboy, don't make me chase you down. You know I'm faster than you." There it is. A challenge. A challenge to his Leo boyfriend, who's neatly sculpted eyebrows perk and furrow and his lips twitch at the corners.
"You're funny, Keith. The only one way you'd be faster than me, is if you tap into that cat-like Galran side of you and get on all fours. Stronger than me? Sure, maybe -- but not faster." Lance knows he just spit some fighting words, and judging by the slightly surprised, oh no he did not just say what I think he said look, Keith was about to square up. It was silent for a moment that dragged on like an hour, until Keith cements a stare at Lance and for a split second, Lance could swear he saw his pupils slit just like a feline.
"You get five seconds."
"Wha--"
"Run."
Lance did not need to be told twice. As soon as he heard that single word practically growled from his boyfriend, he sprang into a nearly full sprint into the living room. Keith kept his words and after 5 seconds, rocketed off after Lance. By the time he had an open view of the room, Lance was nowhere to be seen. He paused, rummaging through his thoughts to figure out where Lance might have escaped to next. He figures their bedroom would be a good place to start, plenty of the places to try and hide in there; try, being the operative word there. He enters the shared sleeping space and, just to tease Lance thoroughly in case he was hiding in there, starts to tap his nails on the walls and other hard surfaces, knowing damn well the clicks and clacks will echo.
"Oh, Laaance.." the swordsman practically coos, feigning an innocent tonality all the while checking under the bed and in their closet for his prey. "You know I'm not gonna hurt you. I wouldn't ever hurt you. But you do need to be punished for what you said."
Lance can hear him. He can hear him and Keith knows that he can. Their apartment isn't very generous with running room and hiding spaces, so he's taken refuge in their master bathroom. He nearly scoffs at Keith's statements; he knows Keith wouldn't hurt him, not intentionally, but that's not what he's worried about. He knows what those clickity clacks mean. The surface of his skin is already tingling and he's biting back a grin, hands smoothing over the goosebumps popping up along his arms. He could speak lies and say he hates when Keith does this, but they both know the truth: Lance thrives on it. Every tap of his nails drives Lance insane and he can feel his body trying to gravitate towards the sound, but he refuses to give in and admit defeat. Keith challenged him, so it's on.
He's dragging his nails now, goddammit, and he's getting closer. Those silent steps aren't so silent anymore and Keith's doing that on purpose. He wants Lance to hear him coming; it's all part of the chase. Thankfully though, their bathroom contains a door that opens up to the hallway, so if he times it right, he can get past without him hopefully noticing. Slowly, nearly holding his breath, Lance scoots to the second door and ever so gently turns the handle to minimize any sound and opens the door. A quick peek tells him that it's safe, but as soon as he fully exits the bathroom and begins his quiet tread through the hall, Keith appears behind him from their bathroom, running towards him. Lance yelps and his reaction is immediate, making a break for the living room once again. He jumps onto the couch and grabs a pillow, deciding to fend off his hunter with a weapon instead of continuing to run.
"En guard!" Comes his battle cry as Keith reaches him and narrowly misses the swing of a cushion at his head.
"That's a dirty play, McClain!" He manages to say before he gets uppercut with a cushion and it's as if the world goes into absolute silence. Lance hadn't really meant to smack him like that, but the damage has already transpired, so all he can do is gently place the couch cushions back to their proper home, all the while observing with fright behind his eyes as Keith's visage lowers back down to look at him. He says nothing, amethyst sight blank, but he does start to move towards Lance, which has the taller scooting backwards on the couch, palm outstretched as if that were to quell Keith's wrath any.
"Keith -- Keith, babe, baby, look at me -- you know I didn't mean to do that, I swear--!" But Keith still doesn't utter a single syllable, even as he climbs atop and straddles Lance's hips. He then moves to grab some of the mini pillow cushions nearest Lance's head, one in each hand, and Lance's eyes widen, remembering a time when Pidge pulled this on him herself, except she used vinyl, elbow - length gloves. Keith's method is unorthodox, but Lance is sure it's gonna tire him out all the same.
"Keith! No! No, no, no, no--!" But his pleas are no use. Raising the small pillows into the air, it isn't a second later that Keith starts to rapidly smack Lance's upper body with them. It's a furious barrage, one arm raining down a strike right after it's counterpart. If this was an action movie, and pillows were bullets shot out of a gun, this would be absolutely brutal. Fortunately for Lance, these soft, fluffy pillows don't hurt anywhere near a bullet wound. In fact, he's grinning all the while, limbs held askew above his head as a shield.
"Now this is a dirty play, Kogane! Fight me like a real man!" And Lance is about to regret those words, because as soon as Keith hears him, he halts his assault and tosses the pillows to the side, eyes glinting dangerously.
"Oh, I'm just getting started." Now unoccupied hands shift to settle on Lance's sides and instantaneously, Lance knew he was fucked.
"Woahwoahwoah, no! No, now this is really foul--!"
"Sucks to suck."
"FIRST of all, I'm the one who taught you that saAAhahah--!" Keith's heard enough prattling out of Lance, it's time to hear some of that sweet, hilarious laughter now. Fingers scribble over the clothed flesh of his sides and waist and that already gets him into giggling hysterics. Keith will always be pleasantly surprised at just how ticklish Lance is. Nearly every inch of him is sensitive to something and it never fails to gift him with serotonin when he's got Lance beneath him, rosy cheeked, squirming around, and laughing his heart out - much like he is now.
"Nohohohoho! Keh--Keheheheith! Stahahahahap!" His pleas are broken apart by giggles that are only raising in volume the more his sides are attacked and he's only growing further sensitive by the second. Lance knows his religiously vigorous skin care routine is partly to blame for how ticklish he is, but can you blame him for wanting soft, youthful skin? And it isn't like Keith's complaining about it either.
"Nah, I don't think I can. My fingers are under some sort of spell." Such a blatant lie from the older pilot and the grin he dons is unmistakably teasing.
"Yo--you're suhuhuch a lihahahahahar!"
"What? I'm offended. I'm not lying at all. In fact, I'll tell you an easy way to break the spell and get me to the stop."
"Gohohohohohod! Fiiiiihihihine, OKAY, okahahahy!" Lance is really beginning to struggle, squeals forcing themselves free as Keith migrates from waist, to stomach, and then to his ribs, poking & scritching between each one in an agonizing manner. "Aaahahahahaha! Tell---tell mehehehehe alreadyyyy!"
"You really wanna know?"
Lance's strength is sapping quicker than he'd like it to, but he still possesses enough of it to gently smack at Keith's arm, his giggles evolving into full blown laughter once those dastardly fingers begin reaching towards his armpits in retaliation.
"All you gotta do is sing. Like, that one red-headed princess, to break a spell that was on her, or whatever." The fact that Keith really provided a Disney comparison to Lance's current predicament is hilarious all on its own, but Lance wasn't about to give into this torture, and deliver what Keith desired so easily.
"Hohohohow is -- i-is ticklihihihing me suhuhpposed to make me wahahahant to SING?? B-Besides, a kihihihihiss broke Ahahariel's spell, not -- not singihihihihihing!" Poor Lance, with his cracking voice and breathy, hollow words that could scarcely be understood through all of his laughter. Keith understood the gist of it though and contemplated his conditions. He still wanted Lance to sing to him, but a kiss sounded pretty nice too. However, he isn’t quite finished with his boyfriend’s torture; there’s still one last area he very much wants to explore before he allows Lance free. Spidering digits cease their actions, smoothing up and then down the expanse of Lance’s toned torso, granting him a desperately needed, albeit quick rest. Lance doesn’t speak, merely taking this opportunity in stride to gulp down as much air as he can, because a minute part of him knows Keith isn’t done and that something wicked this way comes.
Something wicked indeed. After some very short-lived moments of repose, without skipping a beat, Keith breaks into full force tickling all over the surface of Lance’s soft thighs. The first and last thing to run through Lance’s mind is a sharp curse to himself for deciding that today was a good day to wear shorts. Keith has an all access pass to one of his death spots and he is allowing no mercy. They’re certainly going to get a noise complaint from their neighbors ( not that Keith cares ), because the inhumane screech that burst from the tunnel of Lance’s throat could probably be heard blocks away.
“K---KEEEHEHEHEHEHITH!! NO! NOHOHO, NOT RIGHT THEHEHEHEHRE! PLEHEHEHEASE, AHAAAHAHAHAHNYTHING BUT THERRRRE--!” the couch has been shaved of all of its cushions by flailing, lengthy limbs and even Keith is having trouble keeping atop of Lance, what with all of his wriggling and buckling.
“Geez, Lance, you almost sound like I’m killin’ you.” Keith’s grin is now from ear to ear, more than enjoying himself, the view, and his love’s ridiculously adorable laughter.
“YOU AHAHAHAHARRRRE!! PLEEEEHEHEHEHASE!” But it’s only when Lance deflates into silent laughter, arms going limp against the couch underneath him, that Keith finally concludes his torture. Calloused hands remove themselves from the slender frame and he completely slides off of Lance, disappearing into the kitchen. Unbothered by Keith’s abrupt departure, Lance soaks up every single second of relaxation he can, until he glances up once he hears footsteps, and sees the water bottle Keith’s offering. Smiling a little weakly, Lance sits up, releasing a few lingering giggles as the movement of his still hyper - sensitive upper body brings forth some ghost touches.
“Alright, time to break your spell.” Keith’s statement is oh so cheeky and as he leans forward, waiting for Lance to close the distance, he half expects Lance to do anything but kiss him. A pleasant surprise is given to him when he feels those familiar, supple lips intertwining with his own, and he smiles into it. The kiss lasts for a couple of seconds before Lance pulls away and eyes Keith, brow rising along his temple.
“Guess whose job it is to prepare lunch now?”
A roll of lavender eyes, but he holds out his hand nonetheless. “Yeah, yeah. I tired you out, so I guess it’s mine. I don’t know how to make what you were making though.”
Lance takes the hand that’s offered and ascends from the couch, bending to start picking up the collapsed couch cushions. “Go on into the kitchen, I’ll be right behind you to boss you around.” Keith snorts a quickle chuckle, but does as instructed, making his way back into the kitchen. He nearly stops as something catches his ears, a heavy warmth blooming in his chest. Lance sings more than loud enough for Keith to hear him, even as he’s waiting in the kitchen. He continues singing, once all of the cushions are placed back in their proper place, and as he finally enters the kitchen. He saunters up to Keith, sight locked with sight, a hand on his chest, happiness brimming in the way he sings.
“♪ Maybe this love is mad, you're filling every thought I have. Now I've stayed too long, and there's no turning back. Might as well dance.~ ♪” As if on cue, Keith takes his hand and spins him, earning an even more brilliant smile from Lance, and he lands softly against Keith, arms coiling around his neck to bring him back in for another kiss. Suddenly, lunch doesn’t matter so much anymore.
Heyy would you be open to do 18 with Klance? No worries if not, hope you have a great week ✨💛
OOOOF this is so horrifyingly late, i hope you had a stellar week yourself and that u enjoy this silly lil thing i made kjhgkfl
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18. “Wait… That tickled?”
“You sure you wanna do this, Lance?”
The Altean ambassador in question nods, lifting the sword he had borrowed from Kolivan and shifting into a stance of defense, though from Keith’s perspective, it was a little weak. “Yeah, c’mon⎯ you can’t be the only cool swordsman around here.”
A roll of tempest eyes ensues, Keith’s own frame moving to settle into a proper stance that was ready to strike. “You’re already our cool, resident sharpshooter. Where did you get the idea to learn how to use a sword?” On the edge of those words lies an obviously teasing tone, one coupled with a gesture of his hand that told Lance to make the first move.
Anticipation flares within the pit of his gut, but he does as instructed, lunging forward with a swing of the steel in his grip. Keith easily blocks the attack and counters with a parry, one that further impairs his posture and makes it all that much harder to make a comeback. Lance grunts and dips at the hips to dodge an oncoming slash, stretching backwards in a lean that narrowly avoids the side of the blade. What Lance doesn’t realize is how much closer Keith’s gotten to him and with a launch of his arm, gloved digits press into, squeeze at and push at his opponent’s stomach, forcing him to collapse right on his ass. The strange thing that occurs, however, is the fact that right before Lance took a dive, Keith heard his boyfriend giggle.
“Wait,” Keith begins, a thick brow ascending along the surface of his temple, the corners of his lips perking into a budding smirk, “⎯That tickled?”
Lance’s eyes widened at Keith’s realization of accidentally hitting at a sensitive spot, but his pride refuses to permit him to give in. He releases a defiant huff through flared nostrils, scrambling to rise back up to his feet and attempting to will the spread of blossom-pink heat away from his cheeks.
“N-No! It did not! That was a cheap trick you just did Keith, take me seriously!” Yet when the aforementioned moves to sheath his sword as he advances, Lance knows right then and there that he’s fucked. There’s an immediate squeak from the amateur swordsman when Keith closes in, hands up in the air with fingers wriggling slightly at Lance.
“Cheap trick? I’m offended. All I did was knock you down, you’re the one who’s so ticklish that merely touching your stomach was enough to get you giggling.”
And Keith is rewarded with yet another giggle, observing with a smugness now sewn into his smirk as Lance backs away from him. “H-Hey, c’mon, Keith, nohoho⎯”
“No, what?” The tonality of his words feign an innocence that even Lance knows is fake, but it doesn’t help the anticipation and butterflies swirling about in his stomach, “I’m not even touching you, babe.”
“Not yehehet!” A small oof leaks from Lance’s lips when he notices something hard behind him, denying him further space to continue his fleeing from Keith. He’d backed right into a wall, and now was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Keith was quick to diminish the distance between the two of them, Lance leaning as much into the wall as possible with the hopes that he would just sink into the surface of it and escape his impending doom.
But he just wasn’t that lucky.
“Not yet,” Keith mimics, yet not even a moment later, digits settle on Lance’s sides and stroke at the cloth covered skin, “Now I am.”
“Keeeheheheheith!” Giggles burst from the sharpshooter’s chest, immediately squirming against the wall as his hands grip onto Keith’s wrists, with all the good that’ll do him. “N⎯Nonononohohohoho!”
“Think of it as stamina training, Lance.” That’s an excuse Keith has utilized before to justify tickling the shit out of the other male and it’s grown tired, especially to Lance, but it works as a tease all the same.
“I⎯⎯I dohohon’t neheheheed sta⎯hahahamina trainihihihihihing!” Lance had indulged in a minuscule break from the throes of battle and missions as the new Altean ambassador, but he was more than ready to dip his toes back into the water and wash off the rust of complacency. Keith, on the other hand, is more than ready to test out his current progress.
“I dunno.. It seems like you kinda do. I mean, look at how much you’re already sinking to the floor, just from a little tickling. You’ve gotta get sturdier than this, babe. Especially if you want to get on missions with me.” The Blade of Marmora has gifted Keith an exception to their rule regarding non-members attending missions with members, so long as Lance is personally trained by and vouched for by Keith himself before setting foot out in association to them. It's a blessing, yet also something of a curse as well, to the both of them.
“Okay! Okahahahay, I geheheht it! I’ll do beheh⎯betteheheher! Plehehehease, stahahap!” Lance’s pleas huff out in short breaths, his giggling reigning over every other verbal function of his body and his wiggling growing worse by the second.
Considering they still had hours of training left to achieve, and Keith could always continue this playfulness later when the situation was a bit less serious, his fingers slow to a halt and remove themselves from his boyfriend’s physique. He leaps back a bit, cautious, as though Lance may try to enact a vendetta right there, despite the slightly taller male indulging in the opportunity to suck up some air.
“Alright then. Pick up your sword and let’s go again,” In tandem with his words, Keith unsheathes his own sword once more, legs shifting to return to his prior battle stance, “I want to see improvement on your stances and more power in your swings. If I manage to knock you down again, I’m gonna tickle you again. Got it?”
Lance gulps, but the threat ignites a heat under him that he hadn’t felt before. He imitates Keith’s stance and performs it much better than earlier, earning a gaze of approval from his love. A bit of confidence rushes through and leads his charge with a swing that Keith actually has some difficulty blocking. They continue on like that for hours, training and aiding one another in becoming even stronger, to the point that when Hunk goes to check on them, he notices them huddled up together against the wall, dozing off against each other.
ok but: Lance being ticklish to soft, light fluffy things absolutely everywhere. I think it would be adorable in places like his ears, neck and back?? I love him?? - 🐌
alkejfhawiuej Absolutely???? (it’s like you read my mind a little considering the thing i’m about to post either tonight or tomorrow)
his neck? Death. His ears? death. but what a wonderful way to go, huh? ^-~
He’s get all blushy and giggly and u g h s t o p he’s too cute
Rating: G (it’s actually completely SFW – you could read it to a child as a bedtime story like there’s nothing even remotely nsfw even the language)
Time: is irrelevant. It’s sometime in the future.
Characters: Keith, Lance
Pairing: Klance
Genre: so fluffy it gave me cavities
Themes: Ticklish!Lance, Ticklish!Keith, who doesn’t love fluffy morning tickle fights?, I’m eternally glad these two tied holy shit, I went for something less cheesy and less urgent than a crying baby btw, this is so Soft I love it, this isn’t as long as I would’ve like but whatever it’s still cute as friCK, also this is domestic as fuck it’s so pure, this is written in memoriam to my cat and also is so self-indulgent you have no idea, this is so #goals it’s not even funny, you can’t convince me Lance wouldn’t sleep shirtless or that he wouldn’t love sleeping with the windows open in summer fiGHT ME, there’s literally 0 angst in this I swear it’s too cute, this feels unfinished but I couldn’t think of any way to extend it, also i’m shit at titles thx
A/N: Remember that contest/poll thing I ran to see who you all thought would hate mornings more? Well, this is what I was planning. Whomever lost would’ve been the ‘lee in this situation, but since they tied… also I meant to have this done for 100 followers but that snuck up really fast, so y’all are getting it now.
A/N 2: ok I actually threw a request in here b/c I could and I really want to clean my prompts out T-T I’m so bad at keeping on track but hey I got one done:
Anonymous asked: Ahhh I don't know if your still doing request, but could you do Keith giving The Claw™ To Lance? I feel like that would be super cute ☺️
The sun streamed in through the bedroom windows as the two young men opened their eyes. The cream walls were glowing gold with the ribbons leaking in through the gaps in the blinds, painting pictures that fluctuated as the morning breeze drifted in through the opened windows. Lance always liked them open in summer, and Keith found he liked them too. It was nice waking up to fresh air.
Lance rolled over and met Keith’s strange and lovely purple-ish eyes with his own indigo ones. He smiled at the way Keith’s dark hair fell over his face, and how his lips were slightly parted, and how there was a crease on his face from the wrinkled pillowcase…
Keith chuckled. “Enjoying the view?”
Lance blushed just slightly at having been caught. He smiled sheepishly and looked away for a moment, before snuggling closer. “Like always,” he said, muffled into the red boy’s chest.
Their breaths were evening back out, deepening as their eyelids became heavier once again. In the soft light of the room they were drifting back off—
*Crash*
Their eyes cracked open again as they realized why they had woken up simultaneously the first time.
Keith groaned. “Your turn,” a slight smile was playing on his lips.
Lance turned onto his stomach and hugged his pillow. “No… lemme sleep,” he croaked out in his morning voice. “Besides, before 9am she’s your cat.”
Keith moved closer to Lance and wrapped himself around him, nestling into his side and burying his face into the soft shirt that was used as a pajama top. “It’s 10:13 Lance…”
“…It’s earlier somewhere.”
They heard Violet sprint the length of the house, small paws thundering impossibly loudly for her size. There was another crash. Both groaned, pulling the blanket up further.
“L a n c e …”
“K e i t h …”
“Lance the sooner you take care of her the sooner we can go back to sleep.”
“Ugh, but if I do that I’ll be too awake to go back to sleep. You do it.”
The bedroom door rattled as they saw the perpetrator’s fluffy black paws appear underneath it and begin shaking it.
“K e i t h… the baby’s hungry…” Lance turned over and tried to ignore Keith, hoping to get the last word.
Violet essentially yelled from the other side at them.
“Lance, it’s your turn,” the red paladin buried his face in his pillow as the door continued shaking.
“No…” Lance shot out a hand behind him, aiming for really anywhere on Keith. He heard a yelp as he squeezed his target’s side. “Keith go help the baby,” he smirked as the paws retreated and the little cat left to tear through the house again.
“So, it’s gonna be like that huh?” Keith smiled into the plushness under his face. “It’s your turn, Lance.”
Keith turned his face to see Lance’s back facing him. Lance had gone to sleep without a shirt again, as he so often did on hot humid nights that turned into these soft sunny mornings. He gently traced a finger up and down Lance’s spine as he watched him shudder and saw goosebumps arise on his skin.
Lance squeezed his side again and Keith had to resist the urge to curl up. He bit his lip instead and moved his finger a little faster along his spine. He felt Lance’s breathing become more irregular as he was trying to stifle little breathy giggles threatening to pour out.
“Ihihit’s your tuhuhurn Lahance,” Keith managed to get out. “Cohohome ohohon…”
Lance began feebly drumming his fingers against Keith’s stomach. The angle he was at – arm twisted behind him and acting blindly – made it somewhat difficult. The fumbling led to Keith being able to dust his hand over Lance’s shoulderblades and just at the edge of his armpits, which made him seize up and start giggling uncontrollably as Lance withdrew his hand.
“Keihihith nohohoho…”
“Go take care of Violet and I’ll stop. Then we can both go back to sleep,” he hummed contentedly. He reached the base of Lance’s neck and the blue paladin’s laughs increased in pitch.
Lance turned over and managed to pull himself against Keith. “Just lemme sleeeep…” he slurred, muffled, into Keith’s chest. Keith was also shirtless, since it was just too warm to sleep with a shirt, but also because he really liked that increased contact with Lance.
Now? It might not have been the best idea, he thought as Lance nuzzled into his chest. His hair… it was brushing his skin just enough to make his breath hitch in his throat. Keith brought his hands to Lance’s sides and held him close, in part just to, well, hold him close and enjoy it. It was also a good pinning technique when both parties were still half-asleep.
However, it quickly backfired when he felt fingers drumming at his hips. He retaliated by brushing behind Lance’s ears, causing the blue paladin to huff little breaths into his chest. The fingers never stopped, though.
Lance pressed in a little more. “Just go take care of her Keith…” He smiled against his skin that was still warm from sleep. He started wandering his hands up Keith’s ribs.
“Nohoho Lahahahance—” he tried to swat the wandering hands away, but Lance persisted. He figured he’d take it up a notch, and rolled them over so he was on top of Lance.
The blue paladin looked up at him, smiling lazily. Both were still too asleep to really defend themselves against anything, so Lance just went with it.
Keith spidered his fingers around Lance’s stomach. Lance began laughing more heartily now, but as he had more experience in this kind of thing from his large family, he was able to fight back. He directed his hands up to Keith’s exposed upper ribs where they met his sides. Keith broke out into a stream of giggles and tried to protect himself, rolling back onto the bed with Lance on top now. Lance smiled down at the man he loved more than anything, the sun once again falling across his bright eyes. He leaned down and kissed Keith softly, and instantly felt him return it. Lance cupped his head from behind with a free hand and felt Keith smile into the kiss as he hummed softly.
Then he felt Keith reach up and scratch at his stomach again. Lance instantly broke the kiss with laughter, and Keith laughed in return.
“Oh, that’s rude babe, I can’t even have a kiss?” Lance fake-pouted after composing himself.
The door shook on its hinges again. “It’s your turn, so no, you can’t,” Keith smirked.
“Well I want to stay in bed, so you do it,” he rebutted, turning around and reaching for Keith’s knees. His movements were still groggy, which made it easy to follow him. Keith saw how Lance’s feet were near his arms now, and just as Lance was about to attack his knees Keith struck his soles with light but steady touches.
Lance practically fell over forward, giggling like a maniac now as Keith continued to tickle his scrunched-up soles.
“Come on, the sooner you attend to the baby the sooner you can come back to bed…” Keith said over the effervescent laughter coming from the blue paladin’s mouth.
“Nohohoho Keihihith…”
The cat yelled again from the door.
“Kehihith shehehehe wahahants yohohohou…”
Keith smirked. “No, I think she wants you… come on I want to go back to sleep too.”
The red paladin had to pause for a moment to yawn. Lance used the opportunity as an opportunity to strike back. He twisted around and managed to pin Keith’s arms down at his own sides with his knees. Keith instantly started blushing, body too heavy to move out from under the other paladin.
“Come on babe, ‘the sooner you attend to the baby the sooner you can come back to bed…’” Lance mocked playfully. “Look, I wanna go back to sleep, you wanna go back to sleep, just go feed her and we can come back and snuggle all day.” He smiled down at the one trapped beneath him.
Keith rolled his eyes, fighting a smile. “It’s your turn.”
Lance grinned widely. “Alright, but you could’ve avoided this,” he teased as he used both hands to spider all over Keith’s stomach, ribs, chest and sides. The red paladin turned beet red and laughed heartily, trying his best to escape. He was trapped, but his mind was clearing up as time went on from the adrenaline.
“You’re putting up quite a fight to avoid feeding a cat, it’s a simple task really,” Lance smirked down at him, now playing his ribs like a piano.
“IhIhIhIhI cohould sahahahay the sahahame thihihing tohohoho you!”
“True, but right now I have the higher ground and I don’t think you’re in any position to be arguing,” he pointed back. He paused to yawn, having needed to since Keith had, and Keith rolled Lance off of him and below him again.
“What was that?” He grinned down at the blue paladin. “Looks like you’re in for it now.” Keith pinned Lance’s arms beneath him, mirroring the reversed position from moments before.
The red paladin grinned as he got an idea. “Lance, it’s your turn to feed her. Will you do it?”
Lance looked confused. “I feel like you’re backtracking here a little, buddy. We’ve already established—oh no.”
Keith chuckled as Lance caught sight of his hand shaping into a claw above them. He started squirming and laughing nervously, and a blush started to spread across his face.
“K-Keith cahan we tahalk about thihis…” he giggled nervously from anticipation.
“Oh, we’re done talking,” Keith practically growled.
Lance’s face turned red at that, and he watched Keith’s hand grow closer and closer to his bare stomach. He couldn’t escape, and he knew what was coming. Not the claw not the claw not the claw not the claw not the claw not th
Lance nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt five fingertips make contact with his skin and vibrate madly. He began cackling as Keith smiled over him. Keith knew he couldn’t keep up this forever since this was his worst spot and Lance did need to breathe… but for now he could go for a while.
Lance felt each digit of Keith’s hand vibrate on its own and his laughter nearly went silent. Keith laughed at the squeaks that interspersed themselves among the gasping breaths. Whether Lance’s face being as red as it was amongst wrenched-shut eyes was from the lack of oxygen or simply from being impossibly flustered was unknown, though Keith expected the latter.
Keith did let up soon though, and Lance took in massive breaths of air.
“You… are… gonna kill me… with that someday…”
Keith combed through Lance’s hair with his fingers. “We both know you love it, don’t be such a drama queen,” he said, ending with a kiss to his nose.
Keith rolled off of him and laid beside him as Violet returned to shake the door again.
“You know Keith, I’ve come to a terrifying realization,” Lance said groaning.
“What is it?”
Lance looked dead at him. “We’re both too awake to go back to sleep now, thanks to you.”
The red paladin laughed heartily at him pouting. “Hey you could’ve avoided it if you just did what you were supposed to!”
“You know I never go down without a fight,” he rebutted pointedly.
Keith chuckled at his antics. “You just wanted me to tickle you, huh?”
Lance’s mouth snapped closed and his face grew red.
“Even now you think it’s a surprise that I know,” the red paladin smiled fondly.
“Sh-shut up man,” Lance playfully shoved him, but he came back with a poke to Lance’s side causing the blue paladin to squeak again.
The little cat yelled from outside the door again.
