"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.
“Keith?” Shiro knocked tentatively on the bedroom door. “It’s open,” a meek voice croaked. The older of the two entered the room, a frown replacing his worried features. He shut the door behind him before climbing onto the bed.
Keith didn’t protest. He quickly threw himself into his brother’s hold, sobbing like crazy. “Sh, it’s okay.” Shiro didn’t know what was wrong, he was a little surprised that Keith was crying so harshly.
Rubbing his arm the older tried to soothe Keith. “No... it’s not,” the black paladin hiccuped softly. He left the Blade of Marmora due to Lance’s depression worsening and his anxiety of Keith dying growing stronger.
That and they had two children now and he didn’t think Lance could do it alone. Jerome was eighteen, he wasn’t hard to look after. The only problem was his PTSD, axiety and depression. He could take care of himself in every other aspect though.
Olivia was only six. They weren’t sure if she had PTSD or just awful nightmares about when the Galra destroyed her world. The odd thing was there were Galra inhabiting the planet, but that didn’t seem to matter to Lucius. The small Galran child was also starting to re enter he attachment stage and Keith wanted her to recognize him as a parent, her parent.
But now he might not be able to share such love, depending on how Lance was feeling.
Lance, it seemed anyway, was starting to flirt with other people. He’d wink at random girls, flirt with them at parties. He’d hit on cute boys, allow them to hit on him. It was something he hadn’t done since before Keith and him hooked up, around twenty years ago!
As Keith explained this to Shiro he could feel the other becoming tenser. He was waiting for the “I warned you” but it wouldn’t do any good at this point. “Are you sure your not just feeding off Lance’s paranoia,” the white haired male asked as he looked into Keith’s blood shot eyes.
Yes, it was true, Lance had grown rather paranoid over the years with Keith away. He was afraid Keith would find love else where. But Keith wasn’t imagining things!
“I’m not. He does it every party lately. When we go to the space mall he does it too, or any coalition thing. I mean... maybe he’s not serious. He doesn’t do it when the kids were around.” That didn’t make it any better! Shiro was rather shocked by all of this, but Keith’s reaction was the most surprising.
“Keith are you serious? Your just going to brush it off like that?” He raised him better! Okay... .Adam raised him better in this aspect. “No, or course not! But if he,” he couldn’t say the words. A loud sob left his mouth instead.
Shiro knew what he meant. Pulling Keith closer he kissed his head trying to soothe him the best he could. “Keith he still loves you. He’d start sleeping else where if he was upset.”
Keith shook his head. “He’s been going to bed later than me. When he used to do that I’d be woken up from him getting on the bed. He’d kiss my cheek and say good night. Id’ either be spooned or he’d shake me awake until I agreed to spoon him.”
Childish, but Shiro nodded. “And he’s stopped?” Keith looked back up at him. “He doesnt even say goodnight now, let alone cuddle me.” His eyes watered up again as he pushed them away. “He doesn’t hug or kiss me anymore. He doesn’t even try to hold my hand or flirt with me.”
Shiro sighed before running his floating hand through Keith’s extremely long locks. “Maybe his paranoia is getting to him. He might think you’ve already moved on and he should too.” Keith let out a loud wail. “I don’t want to loose my husband! I don’t wanna loose my kids Shiro!”
Shiro wanted to throttle Lance at this point. He kept his feelings down as he slowly rocked Keith back and forth. “Well Allura is throwing another party tonight, maybe you could talk to him about it.” He doubted Lance was coming back to the room until after the party.
Keith shook his head. “Why? He’s just going to try and hook up with random girls,” Keith cried.
But for some reason he allowed Shiro to drag him down to the party when it was time. He was supposed to make an entrance anyway as he was now part of Voltron again.
But leaving the Blade meant leaving his mom, which added to his pain.
Now he stood leaning against a wall, sipping whatever Coran created. It started to taste better with each sip. That was until he noticed his husband on the dance floor. And of course, he wasn’t alone. A few different girl from different races were trying to hit it off with him.
His goofy cocky attitude was showing as he tried to use his “Lover Boy Lance” charm. Tears filled his eyes as he looked around. Olivia was dancing with Amerix by Shay and Hunk, while Jerome was no where to be found.
That bastard was actually...
A hand clamped down on Keith’s shoulder. “Keith?” He didn’t realize he was crying again. Handing his cup to Shiro he strode out of the castle into the lush grass of whatever planet this was. He’d stopped paying attention.
Back inside the castle Lance was laughing as he enjoyed the girl’s company before feeling a tap on his shoulder. Figuring it was another girl who wanted to join the party. “Just a moment,” he tried to charm. He had his lover voice in play.
“Lance.” Uh oh.
Turning around the other was met with a harsh glare. Adam had his arms crossed, eyes narrowed. He looked like he was trying to beam holes in the boy. Shiro was standing behind him with a kinder, but stern stare. He held two cups filled with “punch” in his hands.
“Lance what your doing is completly ina,” Adam cut him off. “I’ll spare you the lecture. Take these,” he took the cups from Shiro before forcing them into Lance’s hands. “Now go beg your husband for forgiveness.” He eyed the girls dangerously.
They backed away before Adam started pushing Lance to the exit. “The hell has gotten into you,” he grumbled before letting Lance walk the rest of the way.
It didn’t take long to find Keith. He was sitting along the pier edge. It looked to be around an eighty foot drop into jagged rocks and harsh purple waves.
Fear took over Lance as he set the cups down and wrapped his arms around Keith. The other yelped in surprise before feeling his body being pulled back. “We’re just not going to do that,” Lance commented.
Keith’s eyes watered at the voice. “Let me go,” he demanded quietly. “I will when we’re far enough away from the edge.” Moving him to the base of a steep hill he ran off to retrieve the cups.
“Sir, your beverage,” he goofily offered. Keith shook his head, turning to look away from Lance. “I’m not thirsty.” It was a lie, his throat was screaming for liquid. “Oh um... alright.” He reached across Keith to place the cup down before sitting next to him. Taking a sip from his own cup he sighed leaning back.
“I’d say something about the stars but... we see them everyday. They start to loose their beauty... ya’ know?” Keith grunted softly on understanding. His arms were crossed as he looked down. The tears started to streak down his face.
Lance frowned a bit.
He yawned before going to wrap and arm around him. “Don’t.” Okay, maybe not. Keith reached out for Lance’s cup. Before the other could protest Keith was drinking greedily from his cup.
“Um... I got you your own cup.” He laughed a bit. “What, you think it’s poisoned or something,” he joked. “Cheaper and easier than divorce.” Lance’s face fell. Moving Keith’s hair out of his face he was a bit shocked. Keith peered up at him with blood shot purple eyes. His face was soaked from hours of crying.
“Don’t touch me,” he mumbled. Pulling his arm away Lance felt himself start to cry. “Keith I would never try to poison you, see?” He reached over for Keith’s cup. Taking it he drank slowly. “It’s fine. Adam poured them anyway.”
Keith threw his cup. “Are you fucking kidding me Lance? You really don’t care, do you,” he roared. Tears were gushing down his face. Lance sat up in shock. “What did I do?” Keith’s eyes were starting to turn Galra as he looked over at the other.
“W...What did you do?” He shoved his braid aside to see Lance’s face better. “What did you do? Your fucking cheating on me! You don’t love me anymore, but you can’t just tell me you want a divorce? I left my mom’s side to be with you!
“I thought you actually loved me for years Lance! You were my first real boyfriend, I gave you my virginity you prick! A...And all you can say... is ‘What... did I do?’.” Keith brought his hands to his face as he sobbed miserably. “I’m keeping the kids. I could care less whee you go, but they are staying with me.”
Lance felt his heart shattering. “Keith, hey.” His voice was soft. He refused to let the other push him away. “Let me go,” Keith screamed. “Keith would you shut up for two minutes! Can I explain myself?”
Keith looked up in disbelief. “Explain why your cheating on me? I’ve been that awful to you? Really Lance?” Lance huffed softly. “Okay for starters I’m not cheating on you! I may have been flirting... a lot. It really has nothing to do with you.”
Keith looked at him in utter confusion. “What?” He wasn’t protesting to the touch at this point. He needed it, it felt so familiar too. “Well...I just... I always feared you’d find someone better in space.” Keith cut him off. “Is this about Acxa again?”
The other shook his head. “No, your gay, I know. But I... I feel like there are Galran men that can take care of you better than me. That can make you feel better, and I know we don’t... that... often but... I just. I guess I just needed to reassure myself I’m also still date able, in case you ever leave me?”
He sighed looking down. “Now that I’m saying this out loud it sounds.... so stupid.” Keith shoved him a bit. “Cause it is.” He curled into his knees, leaning angrily against Lance. “So you won’t kiss me, say goodnight... or cuddle me because you think I’m leaving you? Thought I left my mother’s side for you, for our family. Olivia was in there tonight Lance. What if she saw you?”
Lance frowned a bit. “I... I really don’t know Keith. I’m sorry. I just felt like our love had gone.” Keith suddenly sat up. “You don’t love me anymore?” Hands instantly grabbed onto him again, he pulled his husband back into a hug.
“No! Well... Keith you are the longest I’ve been in a relationship with. They used to last a few months but we rushed into way too much shit, we’ve been through hell and back and... I miss you. I love you.”
Keith sobbed softly. “Then act like it! Stop just going with your paranoia and look at reality! I came back for you, I wanted to be with my family. Do you really think I’m out there doing some random guy?”
Lance shook his head, “Of course not. Your not like that. Your,” Keith finished his sentence. “Trustable?” Lance’s mouth closed as he nodded slowly. “Starting to click?” He nodded again, looked more pained than before. “I thought you were too. But.. I guess you never really changed.”
After a few moments he apologized. “I’m sorry. That was childish, you never acted like this during our what, two decades of marriage.” The last part was meant to sting a little. “Keith it was nothing serious. I promise, I love you.” He began to unbraid the long hair.
“Stop,” Keith mumbled softly. His heart was aching. “No,” was Lance’s reply. Untangling the long locks, he began to massage Keith’s scalp. “You braid too tight.” The black paladin shook his head. “Please stop hurting me. Your just leading me on now.”
He started to giggle when he felt a finger playing under his chin. “Pulling back he huffed in annoyance. He looked exhausted. “Lance.” The red paladin followed him back, pinning him to the grass.
“Keith I’m not leading you on. I’ll stop, I promise. Before you say it, I know, I know, I shouldn’t have been flirting in the first place. I should have came to you about my fears. But don’t ever tell me I’m leading you on.”
He moved to Keith’s ear. “You thought that our first time, was I serious then? You have two children and a ring on your finger. I don’t want to hurt you, I love you too much honey.” He kissed softly down Keith’s face to his neck. Keith giggled despite trying to stay mad, the kisses were too light.
“Lahance, we’re in public!” He tired to push the other away, but it was no use. “What... it’s not like I’m... tickling you.” Keith’s eyes widened. “Don’t you-- DHAHAhehehre! Ehehe! N-Nhahao!” He started to laugh helplessly ask Lance tickled the his sides. The spandex was doing little to protect him.
“Lance sthhahahp it! Shahaome one chchaould see us!” He gasped when Lance’ started to remove his armor. “Lhahance!” The other smirked as he continued. Keith wasn’t doing much to stop him, maybe he wanted to be tickled.
He didn’t try to escape until Lance started working on his boots. “N-No! Lance get away from my feet,” he cried. “Keith seriously?’ The other nodded. “Finle I’ll just tickleeee... right... here!” He dove into Keith’s belly earning a mix of hiccups, squeals, snorts, and strangled heretical laughter. “Ghehet ahahahawahahay frhahaom mehehe yhahaou pervert!”
Lance chuckled before moving in closer to the kill zone. He could feel the panic coming off of Keith as he screamed in laughter, rocking from side to side. His hands were blocking his ribs, which intern blocked Lance from his destination.
“Ah, ah, ah, Keithy! Honey bun, love of my life, my ticklish little kitten,” he teased. Keith’s face turned a shade darker of red before he started to kcik his feet out. “Sthahahap it,” he cried.
They both knew where Lance wanted to be. “S-Sthahahap! Yahhahaou knhow hahahaow ticklish I am,” Keith cried. Lance nodded in delight. “Oh yes I do. Now let’s just move these.” He lifted Keith’s arms to the grass above his dark locks. Bringing his head down, Lance grinned.
“N--No,” Keith cried This was going to tickle like something awful.
“Pffft!” Keith shrieked with laughter as Lance blew a raspberry into his underarm. “L-Lhahahance I’m gahahanonahaha pee! Sthahap it!” The younger pulled up with a quizical look. “Really, are you?” Keith nodded, fear and desire in his eyes. “Your eyes say your lying to me Keith. Besides, my Keithy loves to be tickled into a giggling puddle of goo.”
Keith whimpered softly as Lance’s head came down for his other armpit. “Sthahap, dhon’t!” He was giggling in anticipation. But it never came. Sudenly five fingers were digging into each armpit earning worse laughter than before.
Keith’s voice was starting to break as he screamed and begged to be let go. But Lance was enjoying himself. “Okay, Ohahahaokay!” He didn’t know what lance wanted from him. “Sthahap! I’m ghahahahaood!”
The other stopped, resting his hands in the area. kisses were planted all over Keith’s panting, smiling face. “Did that feel nice,” Lance teased. Keith nodded a bit, giggling. Gathering Keith’s armor, he re dressed the other before carrying him bridal style back into the castle.
The girls from before were a little shocked to see Lance holding a man, especially when that man was giggling like he was drunk. The blush on his face didn’t help. Adam tapped Shiro’s arm, glaring at the two. Bouncing Amerix slightly, Shiro was a little shocked to see Keith so happy.
Walking past Coran, Lance leaned forward. “Can we be excused for the rest of the night?” The other was a bit shocked before nodding. “Why?” Lance nodded to Keith. “We need some bonding time,” he lied.
He was going to tickle Keith senseless, just how he liked it when they were alone. Coran nodded before the two lovers scampered off.
At least they were able to keep their marriage in tact.
I believe this was requested by @starwarsdragons forever ago, however I did add Lance into the mix of tickling Keith with Pidge. I just can’t picture Pidge ever doing it herself, I picture her to like use tag teaming, unless it’s Matt.
So here’s this.... enjoy!
It wasn’t her fault! Yes, Shiro had told her no, but that’s practically saying to do it! It could benefit the team in so many ways, and help her understand Keith more! So she could argue their friendship could benefit from her “bonding exercise”.
However she wasn’t sure how to calm the boy right now. “Pidge, let me go!” Okay she may have taken a little too far with the mad doctor research vibes but it was all in the name of science!
Keith was in the Green Lion’s hangar, tied down to Pidge’s work bench. His arms and legs hung off the table, tied back to keep him from moving. “Relax Keith, honestly your being such a baby.” He looked at her in disbelief. “You kidnapped me,” he cried. He’d been napping in his room and woken up tied to this table.
“No, I am simply standing here prepping for data collection, Lance kidnapped you.” Keith blushed a bit. Lance? He was going to kick his ass later! “Why am I tied to a table?”This was really freaking him out. It didn’t help he came out as Galra a few days prior.
“Well Keith I was hoping we could do a bonding exercise.” Keith felt his stomach flip. Shiro was the only one that was truly okay with whole Galra thing, well that he took note of. “Pidge please... please don’t hurt me.” The girl looked up from her computer. “Hurt you? This shouldn’t hurt at all. I just wanted to run some tests to compare to a full human.”
She began jotting down physical observations. “ Wait... so this is because I’m Galra?” He sounded so heart broken. “Kind of. I wanted to see if I could maybe figure out how to track them better.” Of course. He turned his head away from her, his eyes stinging. “What exactly do you plan to do with me?” Did it matter at this point?
He didn’t blame the other’s for hating him, he hated himself. He bit his lip. What if Shiro was just lying? He had to be. “Just typical exams, reflexes, physical, stuff like that.” Keith suddenly jumped. “H-Hey! What are you doing?” She had lifted his shirt. “P-Pidge!” She glance up at him. “Dude... chill. I’m just looking for any pink or purple coloring, or markings.”
The eraser end of her pencil made him jump slightly as it grazed against his skin. The sudden movement caused brown eyes to look up from her floating screen. “Did that hurt,” she asked. She really wasn’t trying to hurt him. “No.” Keith wanted to scream for Shiro. He didn’t like this. But maybe this is what he deserved.
He moment of self pity was cut of by another gasp and flinch. Pidge was staring into his eyes this time. “Dude/” Her face suddenly broke into a smile. “Your ticklish?” Keith’s eyes widened. “N-No! Pidge please let me go,” he begged. “I don’t like this, your scaring me!”
He looked dumbfounded as she climbed onto his hips. “Oh relax you baby! I’m not going to hurt you, I’m your friend! And as your friend I have all the right to exploit this.” She looked up at him with an evil smile. “Consider it in the name of research.” She let out a giggle before lightly scattering her long nails against his tummy.
“Pffahahaha! P-Pidge sthahp it,” Keith squealed. “Audio note activate.” The computer made a dinging noise before a blue screen appeared beside them. “Subject seems to be as ticklish as a normal human. Stomach is responsive to nail traces.” Keith giggled and squealed. “Sthap! Sthahap! Okay-- I’m tieheicklish!”
Pidge smirked. “I can see that. How about... does this tickle?” She moved her hands up under the shirt, tickling his chest. “P-Pidge!” Keith’s face was bright red. That little pervert! “Ghehehet out of thehehe-- eee!” He moved his head into his arm as she began to poke at his ribs. “Shahahiro!” Pidge covered his mouth.
“Shh, he’s not even here.” Keith’s eyes widened. “Yeah,he, Hunk, Allura, and Coran went out for the day. “ Wait that meant. Keith shrieked as he felt something tickle his feet. “That means it’s just us Keithy boy,” Lance sang. He had popped his head out from under the table before continuing to tickle the boy’s feet.
“Subject is weak to rib pokes and feet tickling. Could be useful when he annoys me.” Keith’s eyes widened more at her commentary. Keeping her hand on Keith’s mouth she looked over at Lance. “Hey Lance, what do his feet look like?” What the hell? Keith blushed.
He felt something sharp just skim across his sole. “Well you tied his ankles so that I can’t take them off so.” He was cutting them off. “Mhhph! Mmmph!” Pidge pulled her hand back. “What?”
“Sthahap! I’m too tiahahicklish!” The two other paladins smirked at each other before Lance finally got the sock off. “Hey computer!” Pidge rolled her eyes. “Just tell me what it looks like Lance, it’s responsive to my voice only.” The other sighed. “Well that’s lame.”
“Ghahauys,” Keith squirmed in his bonds. “Well their pale, and surprisingly soft!” Keith jerked forward, nearly bucking Pidge off him. “And very ticklish!” Keith squirmed about. “Lance don’t you--,” Pidge covered his mouth again. “Subject has human looking feet. Extremely sensitive to touch.” Keith let out muffled laughs as his friends tickled him again.
He was surprised on how gentle they were being though. He would have expected Pidge to be ruthless and crazy good at it. Lance was actually being really nice with him. He thought it would hurt... a lot. “Well so far Keith, you haven’t given us anything that shows your Galra,” she pondered allowed.
She kicked Lance to get him to stop. Removing her hand she peered down at her friend, ignoring Lance’s complaints. “Can you turn purple?” Keith looked at her through half lidded, watery eyes. Between pants he tried to find his words. “I... I don...don’t know. Pidge please,” he whimpered softly.
“Are you still scared? Keith we’re clearly not here to hurt you!” She was a little offended. “Yeah honestly bud, we’re just trying to see if we can get a cute little kitty purr out of you!” Lance tickles under Keith’s chin earning a giggle. “Sthap it!”
Pidge’s eyes lit up at the idea. “That’s it! Glara are like cats, aren’t they?” Both boys looked at each other. “I-I guess,” Keith answered sheepishly. “H-Hey, what are you doing?” Pidge had started rubbing his tummy. “T...Th..at tickles,” Keith giggled slightly, trying to resist the touch. Lance observed quietly in amusement. Suddenly all three froze. A purr left Keith’s mouth.
They stared at each other in shock, a blush spread across Keith’s face once again. “Dude.” Lance was amazed. “Subject seems to purr when belly rubs are administered.” Keith blushed even harder, burying his face into his arm. A groan left his lips. “Seriously, how is this going to help us defeat the Galra?” He flinched, trying to scrunch his shoulder to his neck.
Strings of purrs left his mouth as Lance scratched near the back of his ear. “Ghauys... s...sth...urr....mm,” Keith fell limp to the touch. It felt really nice. “Subject seems to melt into ear scratches.” He could hear Pidge talking, but it didn’t matter. He felt hand return to his tummy once more, earning giggles and purrs.
“This is adorable,” Lance cooed breathlessly. Pidge nodded. “Yeah, I never thought Keith would be the type to melt into affection.” It was nice after care from the torment he had faced. Until....
“H-Hey,” he giggled softly. Pidge had started kneading at his legs. “Pidge, don’t you think we tickled him enough,” Lance asked. The girl shook her head. “I need to do a thorough test Lance.” The other froze. “I’m not cutting his pants off for you.” Keith and Pidge both turned red. “What? No! I can feel if there’s fur or not.... wait... Keith we’ve never seen your legs before.”
Keith began to panic before a voice interrupted the mixture of sounds. “I have, and they’re normal.” Pidge and Lane jumped. “S-Shiro,” they asked in sync. He glared at his space kids. “Pidge, Lance, untie him. Now.” The fifteen year old quickly jumped off her friend, helping Lance cut away at the ropes. An angry Shiro was a scary Shiro
“Why the hell did you two tie him up anyway,” he asked as he helped Keith sit up and stretch out. “Research.” Keith glared at his older brother as he spoke. “Pidge, I told you,” he was cut off. The youngest Holt put up her hands. “But Keith purrs,” she cried. “Yeah, and he’s really ticklish,” Lance joined in.
Shiro looked confused. “Okay I knew about that, but he purrs?” He looked at Keith who crossed his arms, looking away with a blush. “Yeah, just rub his tummy,” Lance encouraged. Keith jumped slightly when Shiro moved his lower arm. “Sh... pffhaha! Th....urrr...Shiro!” The other pulled back, a look of surprise and interest on his face.
“That’s adorable,” he cooed. He then went back into his dad mode. “But you two are still in trouble. Pidge I told you Keith is still Keith. You need to treat him as such. How did she even get you on the table?” He looked to Keith who blushed deeply. “Alright... never mind then. Lance, Pidge, you’ll be training for an extra hour today.” Both let out and awe as Keith let out a yelp.
Shiro had lifted him off the table. “Come on Keith, you need a nap.” The eighteen year old smirked at the other two as he was carried out of the room. The scowls on their faces were priceless!
Hopefully, you see this before the protest but if you're taking prompts, I had an idea where klance is in an argument and Lance pokes Keith's side and he laughs the reels back and is all "You will tell no one," but later in a meeting with the Paladins, (including Allura, Coran, and Krolia) and Lance decides to poke his side and trace around his thighs and knees and Keef has to try to not laugh and be still to pretend nothing's happening but it.. doesn't work and he ends up breaking <3 sorry
I love it! I wasn’t sure how to go about it… so here is like the third attempt!
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Keith had always been quick to temper, this was something Lance had been aware of when entering the relationship. However, it did get annoying when he wanted to talk about something with the other.
Today proved to be no different. The red paladin had tried to get his comrade to properly do a chant, to which Keith quickly grew frustrated and started rasing his voice.
“Babe it’s not that hard! When I say Vol, you say Tron! It’s not that hard,” Lance cried. The black paladin shook his head. “Why wouldn’t you just say Voltron? One person says it an the chant is over, it doesn’t need to be complicated!”
Blue eyes rolled as the other sighed. “It’s supposed to be fun Keith. You know, like a little game?” The brooding young adult huffed as he crossed his arms. “How is that a fun game? Your just yelling a word Lance.”
The other sighed before un crossing his own arms. “Whatever. Just my luck, I get the most boring boyfriend in the world.” Keith scoffed softly, a look of anger and shock came across his face.
“Than maybe you should have gone with your first choice, huh?” He giggled when a finger took him by surprise. “Maybe I should,” he teased before his boyfriend’s re action.
A smile soon spread across his face as he heard Keith giggle. He’d poked him in the side playfully to try and calm him down, though it would only rial him up more. The older looked at him with wide purple eyes as they both stood a bit shocked.
“You will tell no one,” he seethed after a few moments. A small smirk emerged on the lover boy’s face as he pulled his boyfriend close. “Oh but Keith, doesn’t Shiro already know? Come to think of it, what about your mom and Adam?”
A small blush came across the other’s face as he averted his gaze. “Shut up.” A small giggle came from the red paladin before he tickled his boyfriend’s ribs. “Pff! L-Lahahance, stop that!”
Keith jumped back before trying to push the other away. As soon as he got one arm away from him, the other struck, he couldn’t win! After a few moments of struggling, Lance had managed to turn the other so that his stomach was pressed to Keith’s back.
The other shrieked as fingers ran around his bare tummy, the lover boy slipping a hand under his shirt. “S-Sthahahap it! Lhahahnce,” Keith cried. He was far too ticklish for this. A knock at the door caused the other to stop. Covering the samurai’s mouth, the sharp shooter turned him so that the person at the door couldn’t see his flushed face.
“Come in!” Luckily it was only Hunk. He didn’t question the strange position as he looked over the two. “The meeting is starting… Shiro said to hurry before Colleen and Adam kick your butts.” As Lance nodded the teddy bear left.
Letting out a sigh, the Lance released his hostage. “Aw… your so ticklish,” he cooed as Keith tried to recompose himself. A harsh blush spread across fair skin as purple averted blue. “Your not sitting near me,” he grumbled while walking past his boyfriend.
“Aw but Keith,” the other giggled while following him down the hall. As it turned out… Lance would be sitting beside him. They were one of the first people in the room meaning the younger could sit any where. Leaning his head lovingly into the other’s arm, he smiled.
“Your laugh is so cute. I miss it already.” A fake pout came to Lance’s features before purple eyes rolled. “It’s not that cute,” Keith retorted. “It’s nasty and weir– nahaha!”
His head flew back as his boyfriend squeezed at his knees. “Lahahance stop it! Nhahaho, ghehet away!” Sure Keith had been tickled a lot in his life, he loved it. He loved when Adam and Shiro tickled him though. It’s was playful and comforting, it reminded him of when his dad used to tickle him. No one else had really ever tickled him, including his mom. He wasn’t sure Krolia even knew what tickling was.
Hands quickly pulled back as they heard other voices coming from the hall. Curtis, Shiro, Adam, and Coran had entered the room talking about plans for the Atlas when they noticed the other two. Keith was still giggling slightly, face flushed. He looked away from embarrassment.
Curtis and Coran shrugged it off as Adam sent a mother bear glare at the Cuban boy. Pulling his confused husband to the control panel in the room, the brunette though of hitting Lance.
He swore he was just using Keith until Allura wanted him. It was obvious that his son wasn’t the red paladin’s first choice, where as he was Keith’s. As they started to look through notes and the maitnance reports more people began to enter the room.
It wasn’t long until everyone needed was in the room. Krolia and Kolivan had joined, along with the Holt family and Garrison cadets. It was a bit crowded but ti worked pretty well. The only think Keith had a problem with was literally being pinned against Lance, James on his other side.
Around twenty minutes into Salv talking, Lance became bored. Who better to entertain him then his boyfriend, right? Focused eyes quickly widened as fingers dragged around a clothed thigh.
Shifting more towards James, Keith covered his mouth. Luckily he only gained the attention of James and Lance as every one else was focused on how animated the genius was.
“Everything alright there,” the brunette asked with an annoyed look. He looked away as the paladin’s face heated up slightly. A hand slid around his side, pulling him back into a hug, Lance sent James a shy smile.
“Sorry, I startled him.” A huff came before the lecture they both ignored. “What are you doing,” Keith whispered as he felt fingers trace around his thighs. “What, I’m bored. You wouldn’t want you sweet, loving, handsome, boyfriend to be bored… would you?”
That bastard! The older could feel the smirk hidden in that sentence. “Your going to humiliate me,” he hissed. Lips brushed behind his ear as Lance began to trance further down. Breathing became a challenge as Keith’s face heated up. He was trying to resist laughing the best he could.
However, it was proving to be an impossible task. His hands squeezed the other’s so hard that it probably hurt. He kept pulling the hands away, but to no use. Oh how he wanted to punch Lance right now!
“Sthahap it,” he whispered between his teeth. The slight giggle earned the attention of a few people around them. Most looked away or scoffed at the rudeness. “Tickle, tickle, tickle,” the Cuban male whispered into his ear. “Come on Keith, just give in. Maybe they’ll let us leave.”
Getting kicked out for being rude wasn’t something Keith wanted to deal with. Especially when his brother was the Captain of the Atlas, and he and his husband were the evilest tickle monsters in the world!
A whimpered escaped Keith’s mouth as he shook his head. As his battle continued, neither noticed that everyone apart from the original team, Coran, Krolia, Allura, and Adam were the only ones in the room.
It was a good thing too, the half Galra was breaking. It tickled so badly, he couldn’t handle it! Finally his head flew back as he weakly shrieked with laughter. “Sthahahp it,” he cried. Everyone’s eyes were on them now as he giggled and screamed helplessly.
Confused, angry, and amused looks broke out through the room as. “It tickles! It tickles,” he squealed as he started to push himself out of Lance’s lap. Fear hit him as he realized James was to the other side of him.
But rather than falling into the childhood bully, he fell into a comforting touch. Tired purple eyes looked up to meet comforting gray as Lance’s fingers vanished. “Lance.” There was the dad voice. “We you tickling him through out the meeting?”
A sheepish blush dusted over freckled cheeks as blue eyes looked away. Sighing, Shiro continued to comfort Keith with after care as he lectured Lance. Despite the humiliation, the presence of his brother made the feeling less upsetting. He’d be getting revenge on Lance later… but for now he was enjoying the comfort.
This isn’t at all how I wanted to write this, I re did it about three times but I couldn’t get off a gentle kick. So here is the out come.
Klance ft. Shiro
Keith fell back onto his bed with a groan, gaining the other male in the room’s attention. “What wrong with you,” Lance asked snobbishly from the bathroom. He was in the middle of tweezing his eyebrows, towel on his head, already in his robe. He had been in the shower since Keith ditched him for training. Keith huffed out in pain again as he curled his toes, “Nothing,” he mumbled. “Clearly it’s not nothing if you--,” he stopped in the doorway of the bathroom before crossing his arms. “Really,” he asked staring at a half Galra Keith. “What,” Keith asked brining his foot to his thigh as he tried to remove his boot. As he did the sock came off with it, revealing a purple foot with toe beans and pads. “Oh,” he said softly. “Yeah… oh. You overdid it again in the training deck,” Keith blushed a bit. He couldn’t really get out of this lecture. “Not really,” didn’t mean he couldn’t try to. “Keith you have cat ears,” Lance huffed walking back into the bathroom.
“Lance, don’t be mad,” he pouted. Putting the tweezers back Lance walked into the bedroom again. “I’m not mad, just upset,” he mumbled walking up to Keith. “How bad did you over do it,” Keith shrugged. “Not to much,” he said looking down at his foot again. Taking off the other boot the sock also slipped off with it. Curling his toes he groaned slightly before stretching them out again. Laying back on the bed he let out a sigh of relief. “Not much huh,” Lance asked kneeling on the bed next to Keith. Keith blushed again, “Um well I was kinda competing against Shiro,” Lance pinched the bridge of his nose. “Damn it Keith,” he sat down on one of his legs, the other draping of the bed much like Keith’s. “I didn’t pull anything this time,” Keith assured. “Sprain,” Lance asked. Keith shook his head, sitting up he took his foot into his hands and started rubbing it.
“What, your feet hurt,” Keith shrugged. “Kind of,” Lance held out his hand. “What,” Keith asked rather confused. “Your foot,” Lance replied. “What about it,” the younger pilot rolled his eyes. “Give it to me dummy,” Keith’s face really heated up from embarrassment, which to Lance seemed to always be cuter when he was in his half Galra form. “What,” Keith asked again. “Keith, foot. Give. Me. Not hard,” Keith moved back a bit from Lance’s hand. “N-No it’s fine, I got it,” Lance rolled his eyes before taking Keith’s ankle from his grasp and pulling it out. Keith gasped at the sudden movement but quickly bit back a moan of pleasure when Lance started rubbing the balls of his foot. “Mmmm, Lance,” he purred leaning back into the pillows, a blush spreading past his cheeks.
“Does that feel nice, kitty,” Keith took one of the pillows and covered his face with it. “Shut up,” he mumbled before letting out another purr. “So cute,” Lance laughed lightly. After a while he zoned out on just rubbing Keith’s feet, he wasn’t sure how long had gone by before something brought him from his trance. “Hehe! That tickles, Lance,” Keith giggled. “Huh,” Lance asked looking over at Keith. A pair of yellow eyes were peeking out from behind the white pillow, along with some black hair and purple ears that had lowered slightly. Lance blushed at the sight, Keith was truly adorable. ‘Lhahance,” Keith giggled again trying to pull his foot back. Looking down Lance noticed he was now working on Keith’s soles.
“Oh,” he stated simply before smirking. “this tickles,” Lance asked scratching the fluffy surface with a feather light touch. “Hehehe,” Keith giggled helplessly. “Does my kitty like being tickled,” Lance teased continuing to play with Keith’s foot. “Lahahance,” Keith wiggled his toes. “I thhehehought yhohu whehehre going to rhhahaub my feehet,” Keith whined. “I was but you still need to be punished for over doing it with Shiro,” Keith’s eyes widened. “What? Nhohoho,” Keith giggled harder when Lance moved up to the paded balls of his foot. “Lhahahahance,” Keith squirmed around in an attempt to dislodge his foot. Lance stopped and grabbed Keith’s other foot.
“Whahahit,” Keith giggled coming down from the tickles. “Yes,” Lance asked. “Plhe... please don’t tickle me,” Keith said presenting his best puppy... well kitten eyes. “Hmmm begging? I mean kinky, but not saving you this time baby,” Lance sent him a wink before crawling on top of Keith. “Lance,” Keith pouted. “Aw come on kitty, I know you like this,” Keith groaned and pulled the pillow over his head. “Shut up,” Lance laughed. “Keith your just... so cute,” it was moments like this that the two were comfortable being all gentle and lovey dovey. Lance placed a kiss on the top of Keith’s head before resting his head on the part of the pillow that was on Keith’s chest.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” Lance lightly brushed his fingers up and down Keith’s lower sides. “Mmmhmhmppphh,” Keith giggled into the pillow, squirming slightly. “Keith, are you in there,” a voice called form the other side of the door, followed by a knock. Lance huffed and stopped his attack. It was Shiro. Keith pulled down the pillow before looking at Lance’s annoyed face. “Uh yeah. come in,” the door opened. “Hey I just wanted to see if you w-- oh,” Shiro stood awkwardly in the doorway. “I can, I can come back latter,” he offered. “No, no… it’s fine,” Keith said sitting up. Shiro awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck before walking up to the bed.
“You okay, you look kind of red,” he stated sitting down next to his little brother. Keith’s turned even more red at the realization, earning a snicker from Lance. “Everything.. .okay,” Shiro asked looking betwen the two. “Yeah,” Lance laughed. “I was just tickling Keith,” Shrio smirked. “Oh really,” He asked pulling the smaller male into his lap. “Shiro dhohohn’t,” Keith was laughing in anticipation. “Don’t what, Keith? You have to be a little more specific,” Keith giggled more, burying his head into his pillow. “You want us to tickle you,” Lance asked picking up Keith’s feet again. “These little toe beans look like they could use some tickles,” he teased. Keith was really giggling now though neither man had touched him. “N-Nohohohoho,” Shiro brought his hands to the former paladin’s lower sides.
“You know for someone who doesn’t want to be tickles, your not trying all that hard to stop us,” Shiro pointed out as he started massaging the area. Keith jumped and let out a yelp before dissolving into giggles. “Could it be you… enjoy this,” he asked. Lance started poking each toe pad, earning a jolt from Keith’s leg and harder giggles. “Ahahahahaha,” Keith didn’t bother fighting either male off. Yes he was embarrassed, yes he felt a little awkward, but he was more comfortable with Shiro there. Not much was awkward when he was around. He knew Keith like that back of his hand, and he knew he liked this. It was a special form of bonding he was surprised Keith was letting Lance try with him. Keith’s giggles mixed in with purrs as Shiro started scratching behind his ear. “Ghuhhuhuysssss…. Ahahahaha! Sth… sthahahap,” he wiggled his toes weakly at Lance while just bearly squirmin away from Shiro.”I’m tirrreeedddd ehehehehe,” he giggled. Shiro stopped his attack, looking up at Lance to signal the same. Lance was a little upset, it wasn’t everyday he got to play with Keith’s toe beans but today was also a gentle day, not the normal playful one.
Shiro shifted slightly pulling Keith closer, which the younger gladly allowed to happen. Shiro was now leaning back against the leftover pillows, Keith curled up on him purring contently as his brother scratched behind his ear. “Um excuse me,” Lance glared. “Aren’t I the boyfriend here,” Keith huffed and opened his eye slightly, the yellow fading away. “At least Shiro would have remembered the bonding moment,” he argued before nuzzling into the older paladin. Lance’s face turned red before he grabbed Keith’s ankle. “That’s it,” he yelled before tickling Keith’s toe beans like crazy. Keith’s head flew back as Shiro held him hostage for the next few minutes of torture.
Thought I’d hop on that Keith birthday bandwagon. Happy birthday to the smol gay, he is loved.
This is somewhat long and I tried to do “suddel” transitions as it starts from when he’s fourteen to twenty three so.. yeah enjoy!
“Hey Keith,” a voice sang out. Keith stirred slightly in his sleep, the voice and the shaking on his left side becoming more persistent in his mind. “Shiro go away,” the smaller male whined. His eyes cracked open slightly as the older male sat on the bed. “But it’s your birthday! Don’t you want to do something?”
The young teen rolled over. “Shiro I haven’t celebrated my birthday in years. I’m too old.” He began to swatt his hand back as to signal the teacher to leave. Shiro was a bit taken back. “Keith your only fourteen,” the twenty year old cried. The boy looked over his shoulder. “Yeah, too old. Now let me sleep,” he groaned.
Shiro was twenty and Adam was twenty two, they still celebrated their birthdays. They didn’t go all out like a child would, but they still spent time together and did things. “Keith I’m not talking like a party. Just you, Adam, and I. We can go to a park or something or go out to eat.” Keith felt a bit of pain in his heart.
His dad used to do the same.
“Shiro please, I just want to sleep,” he said softly. He was biting back a sob. He was sure he upset the other male when there was no answer, and the weight lifted from his bed. He allowed a few tears to slip out before the blankets were moved. Looking over he watched as the other climbed into the bed.
“What are you doing?” Shiro pulled Keith into a hug. “Spending time with you on your birthday,” he replied casually. Keith froze a bit. This was weird, right? Shit what if his roomate came back? Oh wait.. It was break.. He went home. Actually Keith was the only kid still in the Garrison.
“Shiro?” A hum answered his question. “This is weird.” He hadn’t been held like this since his dad was around! Having a man seven years older than him do it that wasn’t related? Yeah.... no. “How? I’m just hugging you.” The fourteen year old looked up at him. “In my bed,” he pointed out.
“And? You’ve crawled in bed with Adam and I before,” Shiro stated calmly. Keith’s face heated up as he buried his face into the other’s chest. “But you guys never hold me,” he protested. “Adam doesn’t like to cuddle in his sleep, and I need to be holding him to sleep.” He heard a muffled nose from the smaller male.
“What,” he asked with a laugh. Keith shook his head. “Shush, sleepy,” he mumbled as the new found heat was starting to affect him.
He woke to an odd sensation on his foot. Pulling it away, the sensation didn’t let up. “Shiro sthap. I’m ticklish,” he giggled before snuggling into… the oder male. Wait a minute. He opened his eyes to see that Shiro was still at the top of the bed. He shook slightly, a smile on his face, but he was still sleeping.
Suddenly the pace increased, causing the sensation to increase. He squealed, trying to curl into the other. “Shiro,” he cried softly. He was a little freaked out. After what felt like hours (seconds), laughter started to spill from the older male. “Kheith stop it!”
The feeling spread up his leg. “N-Nhohoho! Shiro help!” He was curled as much as he could be into the older male. Shiro’s eyes widened as he held Keith protectively. Looking down he saw Adam smirking at them. “A-Adam st… not the thighs! No, no, no, no , n--nahaha!” The older had pushed the blankets up as to gain access to both males’ legs.
Keith squeaked as figner’s lightly proded at his bare thigh, his sleeping shorts having ridden up in his sleep. He noticed Adam was being much nicer with him than with Shiro. The older was in hysterics as his worst spot was under attack! “I thought you were coming to wake him, not join him.”
Keith curled into Shiro as Adam’s hand found his tummy. “By the way, happy birthday punk. What are you fifteen now?” Keith nodded despite his laughter. Adam stopped letting them both breath. Before he could speak his thought Shiro protested to his earlier comment.
“He… he doesn’t want.. to celebrate,” Shiro panted. Adam moved his left leg from Shiro, so that he was now pinning Keith’s hips to the bed. “Well like it not little man, we have a tradition to keep,” Adam exclaimed jokingly. “Fifteen minutes of birthday tickles!” Keith was screaming with laughter.
“Shiro stop,” Keith cried as the paladin pinned him to the floor of the training deck. “What did you think I would forget,” the older teased as he tickled the boy senseless. “Kind of hoho-- aha shit! Not there,” Keith swore as his brother found a sweet spot on his back. “Keith, language,” Shiro fake gasped before digging into the spot a little harder. “I have a few birthdays to make up for, now don’t I? How old are you now? 19,” he asked before moving to Keith’s underarms.
The red paladin shrieked before pulling his arms in and turning his head away. “N-Nhoho!” Shiro smirked before blowing a raspberry onto the exposed skin of his neck.”What’s going on in here,” Allura exclaimed as she burst through the door. “I heard screaming!” The team followed in suit. Shiro didn’t bother to stop, he simply looked at Allura and smiled.
“It’s Keith’s birthday so I thought I’d make up for the one’s I missed in space.” He quickly moved to Keith’s tummy, vibrating his hand along the surface. ‘N-Nhohohahahaha,” the smaller cried. “Wait today’s your brithday Keith,” Coran asked. A laugh came from behind him. “Who cares? Keith’s ticklish,” Lance exclaimed before he, Hunk and Pidge rushed over to join Shiro.
“S-Shihahahiro! Nhohoho,” Keith cried as the older began to poke at his navel. “Want some help,” Pidge asked, and evil glint in her eye. Shiro smirked. “It’s a family tradition to tickle the birthday person for as many minutes they are in years. I’m almost done with nineteen, but after a little break we can start on eighteen through what… sixteen,” he asked Keith.
As hands pulled away Keith’s eyes widened. “S-Shiro… please don’t.” Soon enough his break was over, and fingers were darting all around as Coran started to sing to him in Altean. Finger’s wiggled under his arms, on his tummy, his hips, his thighs, the back of his knees, and his feet. He loved it! However Allura’s sharp nails were probably the best part, feeling them glide across his back.
“M-Mhahaom,” Keith giggled as Krolia traced her nails up and down his back. “Yes Keith,” she asked. It was her son’s twentieth birthday and she wanted to do something nice together. She remembered Tex always complaining about his back and nerves, this generally helped. “It tickles,” he giggled. “Does it?” That was a word she hadn’t heard in a while, she was trying to think back to when she had. As she pondered she allowed her nails to continue to trace over her son’s back, as Kosmo started to nuzzle and sniff the young adult’s tummy.
“W-Whahait, Kosmo,” he giggled. He tried to push the wolf away, but he persisted. “Y-Yhahaou know how senhesative I am,” he giggled through little huffs from the snout.
Krolia’s eyes sparkled in memory of her husband. He was giggling as her nails drew up and down his tummy, little Keith on his chest. “K-Krolia please,” he squirmed about. Keith giggled softly, moving his pudgy fingers to his dad’s neck. “W-Whahit Keith! I’m ticklish,” he cried softly.
Moving her nails to Keith’s sides she enjoyed the giggles that came from his mouth. It was a nice bonding moment, one she would remember for years to come. This included the next year when she found him upside down at Kosmo’s mercy. “Hehe! N-Not my fhehet,” he giggled as the fur baby decided to investigate the odd “hand”.
“Ehe! Not the feet! Not the fhehet,” Keith cried as Adam and Shiro stopped by his room. Kolvian and Krolia watched in amusement from the sidelines as Keith giggled and hiccuped helplessly. “Happy birthday Keith,” Adam sang out evilly before scratching under the soft, flexing toes. “M-Mhohom help!” Krolia merely shook her head. “I was told this was a family tradition. I wouldn’t want to break that, now would I?” Shiro sent her a soft smile before Keith’s shriek of laughter caught his attention. Adam had moved up to his tummy.
“What are they doing to him,” Kolvian asked from his spot on the windowsill. “It’s called tickling, it’s a bonding thing,” she winked before turning her attention back to her son
“Your the one who could never let go of the bonding moment,” Lance cried as he dug into Keith’s underarms. Keith jerked and thrashed in his lover’s hold. “N-No! Lahahance lehet mehehe go!” Lance chuckled evilly before leaving small kisses all over his boyfriend to intensify the feeling.
“It tickles! T-Too much,” Keith cried out in desperation. It was minute twenty, he didn’t think he could take much more under Lance’s skilled hands. “P-Plehehease Lance.” He did enjoy being tickled, but this was a little too much for first thing in the morning. “Just thr-- two more minutes sweetie! Wouldn’t want to break your fathers’ tradition,” Lance teased. He then started to blow small raspberries and plant small ticklish kisses down Keith’s torso.
“H-Hey whait… t-that,” Keith felt overwhelmed by his nerves. “Once more minute, and then I can give you m present,” Lance let out a perverted huff of a laugh before truly pleasuring the ticklish areas. Keith blushed as he continued to giggle. This was going to be a good twenty third birthday!
This wasn’t how I was expecting to go about this one??? But then the muse hit me and I just had to. Requested by @kwaiipootato.
Klance: Ticklish Keith, Ticklish Lance
Keith hummed softly as he continued to stroke Lance’s clothed arm. Long claws tracing up and down the silky material rather softly in an attempt to sooth the other male’s nerves. Keith had trained harder than he’s ever trained before, and due to this he currently had claws, yellow eyes, cat ears, and a few patches of fur hear and there. As soon as Lance had seen him he went quiet, refusing to even talk to Keith. It wasn’t that he hated Keith in his Galra form, he loved it! The soft fur, the more intense purring, the ticklish toe beans, etc. However he hated why Keith’s half Galra side comes out. Rather than listening to his boyfriend’s words Keith had over did it and was now facing the consequences.
“Lance I’m sorry, please don’t be mad,” Keith pouted. His head was resting on Lance’s shoulder as the other leaned back against him. They were on Keith’s bed. Lance sat with his legs crossed, leaning back against Keith who’s legs laid on either side of the younger male. “Your not sorry, you never are,” Lance muttered. He was fed up with this, the guy was going to get hurt and it was going to be his own fault. Lance was done. Keith’s ears went down a bit. He was sorry… only because Lance was mad at him. After a few more moments of silence Keith moved his head up. “Lean forward,” he ordered softly. “Why,” Lance stayed still, which was really awkward as his slant was no longer supported. “Back tracing,” Keith asked softly. “Not in the mood,” Keith felt tears form at his eyes.
“A-Alright,” Lance knew that tone all to well. He swore his boyfriend was a child sometimes. Leaning forward with a dramatic sigh he gave Keith access to his body. “No Lance, you don--,” Lance simply took his hand and placed it on his back. Keith went back to being quiet before gently tracing the tips of his claws on the other’s back. Lance bit his lip, this is why he didn’t want Keith to do this. It tickled! Not that he minded, he found tickling to be pretty fun. However he was upset and Keith needed to take this seriously. He gasped softly as Keith moved his shirt up to trace along the sun kissed skin. “Kheith no,” he giggled softly, sitting up straight. “That tickles, stop,” Keith just smirked before tracing by his lower sides. “Heheh! Stop it Kheith. I’m mad,” Lance said trying to move away from the other.
Keith’s reflexes were quicker. Pulling Lance back onto the bed he roughly ( he didn’t mean for it to be rough) pinned the Cuban boy to the bed. “Ow! Keith stop it, let me up! Now,” he glared. “Why are you so mad? I’m fine,” Keith sighed. “Your not fine Keith! You over stimulate your self almost nightly now so you can be stronger! Your pushing it because your too impatient to get there healthily and gradually,” he sighed and crossed his arms. “You know what? Whatever. I’m going in my roo-- h-hey,” Lance’s pulled his arms apart and grabbed onto Keith’s arms. Keith had started trailing little kisses all over his neck. “Aha! Keith I’m serious,” Lance hissed trying his best to not laugh. The kisses didn’t let up. They were light, delicate, soft, and oh so tickly. “Nahaha,” he finally gave in.
“Hehehe! K-Keith I’m trying to be shhehehrious here,” Lance was pushing on the other’s shoulders until he felt something sharp glide against his neck. “D-Do you have fangs,” he pulled away, forcing the other up with his arms. Keith opened his mouth, pulling his lips back. “Y-You do,”Lance said with a rather amazed tone. He gently traced over each of the four kanines in his boyfriend’s mouth. “Keith you’ve never had these before,” blue’s eyes darted up to meet yellow. “How much did you over do it tonight,” he was even more pissed. He had started to calm down but now… now he was furious. “Not that bad,” Keith’s words were odd as Lance still had his finger on the teeth, keeping Keith’s mouth open. “Not too bad? Bulshit! Keith I swear,” he grumbled pulling his finger away.
“You know what? I’m done. You don’t want to help yourself, fine. Tear yourself apart and destroy Voltron,” Lance said trying to move out from under the other. “Lance,” Keith had tears in his eyes. “I don’t mean what I’m saying, I’m just really mad Keith. I’m sorry,” Lance lay back as Keith curled up into his chest. “I’m sorry,” Keith mumbled tracing his claws across Lance’s clothed abdomen mindlessly. “But your not. I know your not Keith. You can stop apologizing,” he closed his eyes. His fingers scratching lovingly into the thick mullet. Purrs replaced sorrow. “I love you,” Keith purred out. “I love you too. Can you please stop tickling me now,” Keith opened his eyes. Lance had one of his hands over his mouth, the other in his hair. His face was slightly reqd, and his eyebrows were curved upwards slightly.
Looking down Keith noticed he had managed to move Lance’s shirt up and was delicately tracing the sun kissed skin. “Seriously tonight’s not the-- ehehe,” Lance pulled his hand into his mouth once more, eyes half lidded as he watched his boyfriend start to tickle him. “I think tonight would be a great night though,” Keith argued letting his nails glide like skaters on the rink. Random circles, directions, shapes, etc. Lance giggled helplessly, he wanted to stop Keith but he also loved the bonding this brought. He loved being tickled! He loved when his siblings would tickle him, his mom, his dad, his family in general. It was just so much fun to him. It meant people were happy, everything was okay. It was safe. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t stopping the exhausted half Galra. “Hey! No not there,” he threw his head back as keith really started to tickle him, right above his briefs. He laughed even more so when Keith started to leave kisses along his abdomen, lifting more of his shirt.
“Nohoho! Pull my shirt bahahck down,” Lance whined. However his one arm was currently laying across his eyes, as the other gripped the sheet. “Hmmm…. I think not,” Keith purred after a while of silence. Lance bucked gently when he felt something else touch his sensitive tummy. “Are you biting me,” he uncovered his face to look his lover in the eye. They were still yellow, but starting to fade. “No…. just testing out these new fangs,” his ears went back as an evil smirk crept onto his face. “No, Keith-- ehe! Hahhaaha,” Lance threw his head back and giggled helplessly. Keith had wrapped his arms around Lance’s torso, pulling him up slightly like a rag doll. His teeth gently brushing against the soft, smooth skin. The nibbling was so ticklish! Lance was in disbelief. How could something like teeth tickle so bad? “Hehehaha! N-No Keith sthap,” Keith rolled his eyes.
Clearly the blue paladin didn’t want him to stop, so what would happen if he did? Keith released the giggling body and just sat there, smirking. Leaning forward he sprawled out slightly on Lance’s, now, bare chest. His arms crossed, head laying on them. His butt was hoisted in the air a bit, for both him and Lance a quite… different vibe was taking over the room compared to earlier. Lance had to be strong! He couldn’t just give into his desires, not when he needed to get a point across. But how often was it Keith was playful like this? ‘No, no. Business first, then pleasure,’ he thought. “So… I stopped. Now what,” Keith challenged. “Now you get off me and let me leave,” well that backfired. Keith felt a bit hurt but pushed the feeling away. “Really? Lance,” Keith whined sitting up. He yelped as Lance rolled him over.
“No Keith. I’m going to get my point across to you. One way or another,” he yelped when Keith pulled him down on top of him. “Laaannnce,” Keith whined sounding utterly childish. He didn’t want to sleep alone. Lance had gotten him so used to affection, and touching, and cuddles. Damnit, the boy needed his cuddles! If space dad couldn’t give them to him, then his boyfriend would sure as hell be! “Keith no, I’m serious. Doesn’t this hurt,” His head was above Keith’s. He was awkwardly laying like an easy to tip blank balancing on a railing. “No… but does this,” Lance squealed before scrunching his shoulder to his chin. Or, well, trying to.
“Nhohoho sthahp biting me,” he kicked his legs slightly. It hurt a bit, but Keith ignored the pain. Biting? These little nibbles had nothing on biting. Biting is what Lance would do and it hurt, but if Lance was into it Keith would try to compromise. “Sthap! Sthap! Oh my gosh! Ehehehe,” they were such light tickles! Lance could feel butterflies start to swarm in his tummy, along with a blush creeping onto his face. Keith just purred, enjoying the moment. After about thirty more seconds of neck nibbles Keith brought his hands down and started playing with Lance’s sides. “Ehehhahaha! Okay! Okay! I’m not mad,” Lance struggled weakly. “Lemme go! Kheheith,” Keith rolled his eyes. Bull crap, like he wanted to be let go. Keith rolled him over and continued to nibble his neck. Now he gently clawed at the soft, smooth, hairless hollows.
“No! Baby thahat tickles,” Lance couldn’t help it. Yes he was still mad at Keith but he wanted to enjoy this. It felt so great! They were so close. “Hope so,” Keith’s words were muffled. ‘Keith, please,” after a while longer Lance decided they should be serious once more. “I reheheally nehehd you to stop,” that was new. Stopping instantly Keith rolled to the side of Lance, staring and waiting for instructions on what to do next. Lance huffed a bit, panting. He sat up and turned to face the almost normal Keith. “You okay,” Keith asked. Lance nodded. “I am… but you won’t be if you keep doing this to yourself,” he frowned. “Keith I know I’m not Shiro, I’m not related to you, and I know I have no say in what you do. But please, please, promise me you’ll take it easy from now on. Cheat days, or just days off in general. Pace yourself, but enjoy it,” Keith sighed and laid his head back. “I promise, alright? Stop woryi-- hey! Ahaha,” Keith giggled as Lance started to tickle his somewhat purple tummy. Mix of purrs strung together with the laughter.
“No! Not the thhahaummy,” Keith giggled softly. “Oh yes the tummy,” Lance teased pushing Keith down slightly while playing with the firm skin. “Ah coochie, coochie, coo! Who’s my ticklish little Galra? You are,” Keith blushed. The hell was that? Nevertheless he blushed and giggled a bit harder. “Mmmm! Lance,” Keith squirmed a bit harder trying to move Lance’s hands somewhere else. “I wonder,” Lance pondered leaning down. “Let me know if this tickles dear, though I’m sure you will anyway,” he winked at a flustered Keith before nibbling gently on the skin. It didn’t really tickle. it kind of hurt. Keith whimpered and tried to move his tummy away. “So.. yes,” Lance asked. “Ow,” Keith mumbled softly. “Oh… okay. I’m sorry,” Lance said brining his head up to Keith’s and giving him tinny hisses while tickling his ribs. “Ehehaha! Oh god! Lhahahance quit it,” he purred a bit softer now. Lance was in love all over again.
“Wait,” Lance pulled back. A smile on his face filled Keith was fear. “What,” Keith asked softly. Turning around Lance moved down. “Toe beans,” he exclaimed. They were his favorite part about Keith’s Galra form. “W-Whoa! Wait Lan-- not there,” he screamed when Lance started tickling the soft little pads. They were so ticklish and Lance knew it. “Too much! Too much,” Keith yelled through his laughter. Lance huffed but dropped the foot he was holding. “Fine, fine, not my fault the big bad emo can’t take some little, innocent, tickles,” Lance was laying back on Keith, he booped his nose for good measure. Keith glared, un amused. “And it’s not my fault the annoying boy can’t stand having his tummy nibbled,” Lance blushed at the statement. “I-- I so can,” he declared. “More than you anyway! Ow? Really? Or did it just tickle,” keith rolled his almost purple eyes. “Not a competition Lance,” he groaned rolling them over. “However,” he smirked. Needless to say the night was filled with giggles and purrs as the two made up for their argument.
