I love Lance with piercings in general. nipple piercings? fuck yeah. he would attach things to them for his partners to tug on. also read a fic once where he had a nape piercing and honestly that's kinda really hot. but I really love lance with hidden piercings like... his partners don't expect it at all. he'll take off his clothes and his partners are like... "holy shit...:O"
Same same same! Hidden piercings are the BEST!I like the image of someone exploring Lance’s body for the first time and their fingers brushing over metal. Their eyes perplexed at first but then widening with realization. Lance shooting them a knowing smirk and then arching with a grateful groan when their lips surround the barbell piercing on his nipples, sucking and licking at the metal with an excited sigh...Mmmm good stuff.
Would Lance have a Jacobs ladder piercing or a prince charles, tho?
Honestly, I see Lance with a frenum piercing. It creates a LOT of sexual pleasure for the wearer and isn’t that what our little slut Lance is all about?
Author’s notes: I don’t list an actual age for Keith in this prompt but assume he’s whatever the age of consent is. I don’t want any bullshit coming into my inbox from Sheith haters talking about how Keith is a wee babe not capable of making decisions and Shiro is a predator taking advantage of him.
ISTG, if you send me that shit I will just immediately block you. IDGF.
It’s been two weeks and Shiro has to finally accept it. Adam’s not moving back in.
Their little spat in the workroom about him going to Kerberos really did break them. Adam filed for new officer quarters and took only the things he cared about with him. Sometimes they guest lecture together, but Adam won’t voluntarily speak to him. It stings but part of him still feels justified in his decision to go on the mission.
If Adam doesn’t want to support his dreams...then he’ll accomplish them without him.
Normally, on Fridays, he would go out to dinner with Adam. Just the two of them. And the past two Fridays, he sat in his quarters reading and working out. But now he’s finally getting stir crazy. Not to mention he hasn’t gotten any in weeks which means he’s on edge a little more than usual.
Maybe it’s finally time to drown his sexual frustrations in a stranger.
He knows exactly where to look. There’s a city near the Garrison and on the far side of that city is a place called Rainbow Row. A little on the nose, but it’s a place known for its gay nightlife. Dance clubs and bars and more. He knows for certain that there are more than a few prostitutes in the area too.
It’s far enough from the Garrison that no one will recognize him if he picks up a hooker. Not that it’s against the rules but it is frowned upon since it doesn’t exactly paint the officer in a good moral light. He goes in civilian clothes with the hope that if someone does recognize him, they’ll at least know he’s off duty and maybe mind their own business.
He cruises the street a little in his car, looking at the common gathering grounds. No one catches his eye until he tries the other side of the street. From behind he sees a tiny skirt, fishnets, and a crop top. All of it black, just like the dark hair pulled up into a tail and exposing his neck. His eyes scan up from the high heel boots to his neck, checking out everything in between.
Looks more than satisfactory. So Shiro pulls up and flickers his lights to get their attention.
The hooker heads his way, swaying a little seductively to show off his hips. He taps Shiro’s window and he rolls it down so he can lean his face in and tell Shiro his prices.
“It’s thirty for a blow, ten extra to swallow. Sixty if you want---”
“Keith?” Shiro interrupts with disbelief.
There’s a moment of stunned silence as they both stare wide-eyed at each other. It’s impossible to tell who’s more shocked to see who but Shiro is the first to actually speak.
“What...What are you doing here?” Shiro asks.
“Uh, I...n-nothing,” Keith tries.
“You’re...selling yourself,” Shiro realizes and Keith frowns and averts his eyes. “Why?”
“Why do people usually sell themselves?” Keith huffs while crossing his arms and squeezing. “I need money. It’s not like Garrison tuition is free.”
Shiro is aghast. This can’t be real. The kid he took under his wing is out here selling his body to pay his way through school. This is not what he wanted for Keith when he helped him get into the Garrison. And now that he knows, he can’t let this continue.
“Get in, right now, Keith,” Shiro says and unlocks the doors.
“Shiro, it’s---”
“Right now,” Shiro repeats sternly, brokering no arguments.
Keith frowns, grabs his bag, and slides into the passenger seat. He clicks his seatbelt and Shiro drives off. There’s a few minutes of silence before Keith clears his throat.
“So...where are we going? Parking garage?” Keith asks.
“I’m taking you where you should be,” Shiro reveals, his tone agitated. “The Garrison.”
“What? No!”
“Do you know how lucky you are that I caught you?” Shiro asks, his anger barely restrained. “If someone else caught you they’d have expelled you!”
“You’re not the first officer to catch me,” Keith huffs and sinks into his seat while hugging his arms close.
The underlying message being...he wasn’t expelled. He’s still out here selling himself. Which means, Keith bought their complicity somehow and Shiro has a feeling it wasn’t money that Keith paid them off with.
Shiro pulls into a gas station to fill up his tank and gather his thoughts.
He has to get Keith back to the Garrison and he’s got to convince him to stop doing this. All it takes is the wrong person seeing him, the kind of person who can’t be bought, and they’ll kick Keith from the Garrison. He’s a bright student, but he’s also an orphan, which means if they kick him out, he’s got nowhere else to go.
There’s got to be something more Shiro can do. He can’t let Keith flush his potential down the drain like this. Maybe he can get a loan to pay the rest of Keith’s tuition. He could co-sign it. Then when Keith becomes a legitimate pilot he can pay it all back without having to risk slumming it on the street.
Shiro takes a seat back inside and puts his key in the ignition. He doesn’t turn it yet. Instead, he sighs and turns to his passenger who is gazing out the window.
“You can’t do this anymore,” Shiro tells him, trying to keep his tone soft and sympathetic.
“I’m a legal adult, Shiro. You can’t stop me,” Keith says back without moving.
“Someone will report you, Keith. It’s just a matter of time,” Shiro explains. “Hell, I should do it but I don’t want you to lose out on this great opportunity you have with the Garrison. We’ll find another way to pay---”
“What were you doing on Rainbow Row, Shiro?” Keith interrupts to change the subject.
“I…” Shiro falters but then shakes his head. “That doesn’t matter.”
“You weren’t there to go dancing,” Keith says, his eyes darting to Shiro finally. “Were you looking to buy someone’s services?” he asks, finally sitting up from the window and fully looking at Shiro. “Were you going to buy me for the night?”
“Yes. I mean--no!” Shiro stumbles a little over his words. “No, I… of course not,” he finally says.
“But you drove right up to me,” Keith points out and leans a little closer. “You must have seen something you liked before you saw my face and had an attack of conscience. What was it?”
Keith places a hand on Shiro’s and grasps it gently in his warm fingers. He guides the hand up to his face and turns his head.
“My hair?” he asks and brushes Shiro’s fingers through the soft strands of his ponytail. “Or maybe my neck?” he guesses and slides Shiro’s knuckles against his fluttering pulse.
“Keith, I…” Shiro barely utters.
“My chest?” Keith asks and presses Shiro’s palm to his sternum. “Was it my legs?” he continues his query and slides that palm down his fishnet thigh making Shiro hold his breath. “Or maybe...you wanted what’s under the clothes?”
When Keith slides his hand up inner thigh right between his legs, Shiro bites back a noise and finally pulls his hand out of Keith’s. He swallows nervously and wills himself not to get hard.
“You’re not a Garrison officer here and I’m not your student. You’re just a man. And tonight I’m just a whore. Means if you pay, you can have it just like anyone else,” Keith tells him. “If not, I’m getting out and hitching a ride back to Rainbow Row. So unless you’re going to pay to scold me, we’re done.”
Keith pops open the door and swings a leg out to leave but Shiro grabs hold of his arm.
“How much...would you make a night?” Shiro asks, his eyes closed like he’s trying to focus.
“Not much. $150 on average,” Keith shrugs. “And I’ve already made sixty from two---”
“I don’t...need to know the details,” Shiro interrupts and pauses as he takes a deep breath. “If I give you the rest...will you quit for the night? Please?”
“Yeah, sure,” Keith nods and closes the car door.
Shiro lets go of Keith’s arm and pulls out his wallet. A fifty dollar bill and two twenties. If that’s what it takes to get Keith to stop tonight then it’s worth it. He passes them into Keith’s hand and Keith stuffs the bills into his skirt pocket.
“Great,” Shiro sighs with relief. “Now that that’s done, we can---”
Shiro doesn’t get the rest of the sentence out of his mouth because a hand grabs and turns his face into receiving a kiss. A soft, wet, hungry series of kisses, with a tongue licking its way into his mouth. Shiro’s too shocked to fully grasp what’s happening or what to do, that is, until a palm goes to his crotch and gives it a firm squeeze. That’s when Shiro gets control of his senses back and grabs Keith by the shoulders to push him back.
“What are you doing, Keith?” Shiro asks him, a little breathless.
“Completing our transaction,” Keith answers as if it were obvious. “You paid for me for the rest of the night, right?”
“No. I mean, yes, in a way. What I mean is…” Shiro collects himself then tries again. “You don’t have to do that. I paid you so you wouldn’t have to do that.”
“I don’t take handouts,” Keith says with a petulant frown and rummages into his skirt pocket. “If that’s what your money is...then you can have it back.”
Keith extends the folded bills back out to Shiro with a serious look on his face. Shiro stares at the money, uncertain what to do. If he takes it back, Keith’s just going to go back to the Row regardless of what Shiro has to say about it. If he gives the money to Keith, Keith’s going to insist he earns it.
Shiro’s lips on Keith’s, his fingers entwined in dark hair, pulling gasps and sighs out of him with each thrust. Would Keith call out his name? Would he beg for more speed? Plead for Shiro to fuck him deeper?
He was going to buy someone’s company tonight anyway, right? Why not...Keith?
Shiro reaches out and folds Keith’s fingers around the money, pushing it back to Keith with a flush on his cheeks.
“I uh...I have a room I rented for the night,” Shiro reveals and coughs to clear his throat. “We can...do it there.”
Keith nods his understanding and sits. They both click their seatbelts and Shiro pulls out of the gas station to drive them to the motel.
The whole drive is silent but the air is full of Shiro’s nervous energy. Keith seems indifferent to it. Like he’s used to it and that slightly horrifies Shiro even more. When they arrive, Keith hops out of the car with his bag and follows Shiro into the room without a word.
It’s cheap but it’s clean. Shiro tells him to go ahead and use the shower. To clean up and relax if he wants. Keith just shrugs and takes his bag into the bathroom, the water starting up once he’s closed the door. Shiro takes a seat on the mattress of the twin bed and rests his chin on his folded hands.
What is he doing? What is he doing? What is he doing?
Why is he so nervous about this? Keith’s of legal age. Prostitution is legal here too, though it's still frowned upon for moral reasons. He’s not coercing Keith into doing this. By all accounts, he’s not doing anything illegal, and yet he’s nervous.
Maybe it’s because of Adam, he thinks somberly. He only just got out of a long term thing. Maybe it’s still too soon.
Or maybe it’s just that Keith is...well, he’s Keith.
Shiro’s never looked at him like an adult because he’s only ever been ‘that kid that Shiro is mentoring’. But it’s been almost eight years since he first met him. Keith’s not a little kid anymore. He’s capable of making his own decisions and has been for a while and Shiro simply hadn’t noticed the change in him.
“Or I’ve been in denial,” Shiro sighs and shakes his head.
The bathroom door opens with a squeak and steam pours out. Shiro sits up straight as Keith exits.
He’s in boxers briefs and tousling his wild hair dry with a towel. Shiro hadn’t realized Keith had been wearing makeup before. With it gone he no longer has a babyface, he looks a little older and less feminine. He looks a hundred times better this way.
And while Keith is smaller than him, he’s still very fit. Well-sculpted muscles with a couple scars on his legs and side. Childhood injuries from the lightness of them. Nothing recent for which Shiro is relieved. No bruises either. Means that despite all the risk Keith’s been taking, no one’s physically harmed him.
Keith steps over to the bed and stands before Shiro, looking down on him while holding the towel ends around his neck. He looks...so self-assured. Confident. It’s like he’s seeing the real Keith for the first time.
“Ready?” Keith asks him and Shiro gives him a nervous smile.
“As I’ll ever be,” he answers.
“Don’t worry, I won’t bite unless you ask me to,” Keith smirks.
Keith crawls into Shiro’s lap, looping the towel around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. Shiro meets the kiss, stiffly at first but relaxing more and more with each subsequent kiss. He thought he’d feel strange kissing Keith back but it doesn’t. In fact, it feels so natural that Shiro’s hand is already curling around Keith’s neck and pulling him in for deeper kisses.
“See? It’s nice, right?” Keith asks and Shiro just barely nods his head before kissing Keith more.
Keith tosses the towel aside and his hands travel down Shiro’s chest. He reaches the hem and pulls it up, inch by inch until he’s peeled it off Shiro’s body. Those glide down again, this time on skin, making Shiro shiver.
He goes for Shiro’s fly next, unbuttoning it and slipping his hand inside to palm Shiro’s hardon trapped within his boxers. Shiro moans in his mouth, his fingers squeezing Keith’s sides as his cock twitches.
“K-Keith…”
“You’re so big,” Keith whispers and squeezes again. “I want to see it.”
Keith rubs and slowly works Shiro’s cock out of his pants, stroking as he kisses Shiro. He rolls his wrist and brushes a thumb over the sticky pre-come dripping out of his slit. Shiro exhales another weak moan, his face pressing into Keith’s shoulder as he takes heavy breaths.
Shiro doesn’t realize that Keith’s slipping out of his lap until he suddenly finds that his hands are empty.
He opens his eyes to find Keith on the floor, up high on his knees. He’s pulling his hair back with a tie and when done he returns to stroking Shiro’s weeping cock. The other hand takes Shiro’s hand and guides it into his ponytail, encouraging Shiro’s fingers to hold there. And then he takes his hand away.
Shiro sees what’s going on here. It’s written all over Keith’s face. Face flushed and eyes deferring downwards. He wants Shiro to take control now. To treat him like the whore he paid for.
Shiro tightens his hold and pulls Keith forward, nice and close to his cock. Keith’s lips part and his tongue darts out, licking a hot line from base to tip and catching that stream of precome in his path. He licks his lips and swallows, his eyes telling him he’s ready for more.
Keith’s face is tugged further by his ponytail and pushed into sinking onto Shiro’s cock. His lips spreading and mouth sucking in his thick girth with a moan. Shiro bites back the initial gasp but can’t restrain the next few when Keith starts to bob over his cock, sloppy with spit dripping down his chin.
At first, Shiro just lets Keith set the pace but then he gets the urge to rock his hips. He braces his feet on the floor, holds tight to Keith’s hair to keep him from moving, and then snaps his hips forward. Keith lets out an aborted whine, like he was caught off guard, his eyes flying open and then lidding as he looks up at Shiro.
It’s all the permission he needs to fuck Keith’s face. Shiro keeps going, panting as he thrusts and reveling in that desperate look on Keith’s face.
It’s only a few minutes later that he sees Keith’s wriggled his hand into his underwear. There’s another squelching wet noise in the room and it’s Keith fingering himself. He must have lubed up ahead of time so they wouldn’t have to stop in the event that Shiro wanted to fuck him.
And now he really wants to.
Shiro pulls Keith off his cock, to which Keith coughs a couple times and pants to catch his breath.
“Can I...fuck you?” Shiro asks, his voice raspy with need.
“Y-Yes, yes,” Keith nods. “Th-There’s condoms...in my bag.”
“I have some in the drawer,” Shiro says, pulling Keith off the floor and onto the bed.
Shiro pulls off the rest of his clothes and quickly puts on the condom. Keith’s already kicked off his boxers. He continues to finger and stretch himself as he waits for Shiro to tell him how he wants him.
Shiro doesn’t have the stamina most have thanks to his disease, so the only position he can do that won’t be short-lived is riding. He props up a few pillows and lays out before gesturing Keith to get on top of him. Keith clambers over and Shiro takes him by the hips to line him up. Once there, he thinks Keith will go slow, that he’ll ease into pushing that cock inside him.
He doesn’t.
Keith drops like a rock, that cock spearing into his ass and punching a great moan out of both of them. Without a moment to waste, Keith’s already rocking onto that cock. He braces his hands on Shiro’s stomach, raising and rolling his hips before dropping again.
With his hands on his hips, Shiro adjusts Keith into a better position and then starts meeting Keith’s drops with thrusts upward. He’s hitting places that Keith didn’t know existed, making the man over him exhale several moans. They keep getting higher pitched until Keith’s biting back whines. He sees that Keith’s own cock is starting to drip uncontrollably and guesses it won’t be long before he erupts.
“Sh-Shiro...I...ahH! I...I’m…”
“Go ahead,” Shiro nods his understanding. “Do it…”
Keith shakes his head with a whine, biting his lip as he rocks and hits the sweet spot again.
“What’s---”
“Not… supposed to… I… ahH! I’ve never… not while working…” Keith tries to explain.
Keith’s never come while doing his sex work before. He’s given several blowjobs, fucked and been fucked a dozen times but he’s never gotten off. No one ever did anything that made him feel this desperate for release. But seeing Shiro under him, flushed, sweaty, and moaning Keith’s name...
This was just a means to get money. He never thought he’d ever actually enjoy himself.
Not until Shiro.
“Never?” Shiro asks again.
“N-Never,” Keith stammers. “O-Only...on my own…”
If that’s the case, then Shiro’s going to be the first.
He rolls them and puts Keith’s legs over his shoulders. He can’t do this for long so he makes every thrust count. With slow deep rolls of his hips, he’s got Keith fisting the sheets and almost sobbing. Shiro kisses and licks at his neck as he rocks. Then he wraps his hand around Keith’s cock and starts pumping it.
Keith practically screams, his body arching and spasming. His face nearly disappears into the pillows as his stomach is splattered with come. Shiro buries his face into Keith’s neck with a groan, reaching his own release within moments.
He pulls out and rolls off of Keith, putting his legs down carefully. The towel is grabbed from the side of the bed and Shiro uses it to wipe up the ungodly amount of come on Keith’s body. Keith doesn’t even react, if Shiro didn’t know any better he’d think Keith had passed out.
But Keith is taking measured breaths, the sound raspy as if his throat were sore. Shiro wouldn’t be surprised if it were after that ecstatic scream.
“Is that...what good sex is supposed to feel like?” Keith finally asks.
“I suppose,” Shiro shrugs with a half-smile.
“Great,” Keith groans and rolls over to hide his face under a pillow. “Now I’m never gonna be able to pimp myself out again.”
“Are you serious?” Shiro blinks with disbelief. “You won’t go back to Rainbow Row?”
“No,” Keith resignedly sighs. “The only sex whores get is mediocre and now that I’ve been spoiled with the good shit, I won’t accept anything less. So, thanks a lot,” he says, trying to sound annoyed.
“Keith,” Shiro says sympathetically, placing a hand on Keith’s shoulder. He snorts out a small laugh when he sees that Keith’s blushing despite his frown.
“Now I’m going to have to find another way to pay my tuition.”
“I can help,” Shiro offers. “And I promise it won’t be a handout. I’ll look into some work-study grants for you.”
“Thanks,” Keith says as he sits up, still maintaining his frown and blush. “Uh, Shiro?”
“What is it, Keith?” Shiro asks and hands Keith his underwear.
“Is this a one-time thing?”
God, he hopes not...but that’s really up to Keith, isn’t it?
“Do you want it to be?” Shiro inquires.
There’s a long pause as Keith thinks. He stands and sits back down next to Shiro. He lifts his head to look into Shiro’s eyes before his gaze darts down to his hand. He tentatively takes it his own.
“No, I don’t,” he finally answers.
Shiro dips his head and rests it against Keith’s as his fingers close around Keith’s.
Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
Pairing: Allura/Lance
Tags: Vaginal sex, Praise, an obscene amount of fluff and domesticity
Someone left the blinds open and the window cracked again. Probably Allura since Lance doesn’t remember doing it himself. She likes waking to the feel of the sun kissing her skin, the sound of morning birds chirping, the smell of the flower bed below the window wafting in. But most of all, she likes waking in Lance’s soft bed with his arms around her.
He misses her fiercely when she’s working as a diplomat for the Altean peoples. But for a week every month, she takes time away from her duties and visits Lance’s little cabin. For that week, no one exists but the two of them in his quiet rural home.
She doesn’t talk about work, he gets someone to take over his farmwork, and they spend their week relaxing and having fun. Playing with Lance’s nieces and nephews when they visit. Talking walks through the fields. Picnics by the rivers. Kisses as they stargaze and swaddled together on his couch watching movies.
When she falls asleep first, as she always does, he carries her to his bedroom and readies her for bed. Disrobes her of her dress and socks, unbraids her long hair so that it’s loose, then tucks her into the bed before sliding in himself to spoon at her back. He’s never disappointed that she falls asleep before they can do anything intimate as he’s more than happy with just having her close.
And besides, mornings are where he works his best at pampering her and when she’s the most responsive.
This morning the sun streams in and warms them both. Lance is the first to wake thanks to his work schedule. He leans up and slides his thumb back and forth over her cheek with a fond look as she sleeps. He presses a few soft kisses to her neck and she lets out a sigh before leaning into those lips.
“M...ore…” she barely breathes out, still in that zone between sleep and waking.
“As you wish, princess,” he whispers.
He nuzzles down her neck while his hands caress down her side. Squeezing and massaging her curves and dips with his slender fingers. She arches and sighs at the touch, more than content with the attention she’s receiving.
When he begins kissing her neck with sucking kisses, she exhales a soft moan. That sound always makes Lance rise to the occasion and he scoots in closer to grind his hardon against her.
“So beautiful,” he praises in her ear as his hand slides down the strap to her bra. He cups her breast and massages gently, rolling her hard nipple between his thumb. “Always so beautiful.”
He licks and sucks on her shoulder, grinding against her as he slips a hand into her panties. With deft slides of his fingers, he finds her entrance in no time, slick and swollen lips. Already she’s in such a mood that she’s rocking against his fingers and his hardon with weak sighs.
“M...More,” she utters again. “Lance…”
With just a little bit of shifting, he pulls himself free of his boxers, presses her panties aside and lines up. Slowly he pushes into her, making them both exhale a soft moan as her wet walls close in around him. Lance continues to kiss at her neck as he thrusts gently in and out of her with slow rolls of his hips. Praising her for being so good to him and promising to take such good care of her.
Allura just gasps and quietly moans, her hands finally starting to clutch onto the sheets as he picks up to leisurely pace. Not fast but rhythmic enough to start rocking the bed a little. When her mouth starts to fall open and her walls start to tighten, Lance moves his hand from her hip to her entrance again. His fingers slide through her slick and rub circles into her clit, making her breath hitch with a whine.
“L-Lance hah...O-Oh...Lance,” she mewls.
“That’s it...princess,” Lance pants, breathing heavy against her neck. “I want...to make you feel so good.”
At that, she gasps into her pillow as her body jolts with a weak moan. He doesn’t come, as the mornings are about making his lover happy, not himself. He’ll save that for after lunch. Lance stays inside her though, humming happily at the feeling of her walls spasming around him as she comes down from her orgasm. He pets her hair away from her face, kissing away little drops of sweat from the morning heat. Finally, she opens her eyes and looks to him with a satisfied smile.
“Good morning,” Lance beams at her and pecks a kiss to her lips.
“Good morning,” Allura chuckles. “You always wake me up so nicely,” she says. “I miss that when I’m away.”
“I miss it too,” he says, planting more kisses to her neck as she giggles.
“What if...I didn’t have to be away so much?” she asks and blinks in confusion. “I’ve been training Romelle. I think in a month, she’ll be ready to take over for me. At least, she’ll be able to take over while I’m on temporary leave.”
“Temporary leave?” Lance asks, a smile slowly forming as he’s almost certain he knows why. He didn’t want to say anything and jinx it but lately, she’s had a certain glow about her. “For how long?”
“Oh, for at least nine months, maybe a little longer,” Allura hints with a smile and Lance squeezes her tight with an excited hug, exclaiming that he ‘knew it!’ “I blame your appetites for satisfying me for the current situation.”
“And I’ll be satisfying you a hundred times over with this news,” Lance promises and lets out a sigh. “A father...I’m gonna be a father first out of the whole team. Can’t wait to rub that in Keith’s face. Think I’ll be any good at it?”
“I suppose you’ll have to practice,” Allura says. “Starting with...learning how to cook breakfast for four.”
“Four?!”
“Yes,” she giggles and closes his dropped jaw with a soft touch. “You, me, and two more.”
“Four,” Lance repeats with stunned shock. “Wild. I better get started then,” he grins and kisses her cheek. “Stay in bed, I’ll bring breakfast to you. And maybe...we can celebrate all over again,” he winks.
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Keith pushes down his nervous jitters, taking Lance’s hand in his own. Lance wants to play again, this touching game. As much as Keith wants to put Lance’s hand right down his pants, he doesn’t. He brings Lance’s hand up to his face and presses his cheek into the palm. It makes Lance chuckle.
“Your cheek,” Lance guesses.
Keith nods and slides the hand ever slowly down to his neck, pressing it into his pulse. It’s rapid and Lance rubs his thumb there, speeding it up even more. The thumb rests right on his Adam's apple and Keith swallows against it. Lance’s breath shallows a little at that.
“Your neck,” he guesses. “Can I pick the next part?”
“S-Sure.”
Keith releases his hold on Lance’s hand. With his eyes still closed and a blush ever-growing on his cheeks, Lance’s hand moves. It slides into Keith’s hair, thick soft strands running between his fingers before he takes a firm hold. Keith’s holding his breath, noting that Lance is leaning in a little.
“Mullet,” Lance smirks and when Keith opens his mouth to protest, that hand tugs him forward into Lance’s mouth. He sucks Keith’s bottom lip in with slow kisses, plying him open so that he’ll accept tongue which Keith readily does. “Mouth, lips, tongue,” he breathes out against his cheek.
“R-Right,” Keith nods.
Lance’s hand lets go of his hair and slides down his back, feeling the curve of his spine all the way down to his hips. Those slender fingers slip under the hem of his shirt and palm over Keith’s stomach.
“Bellybutton,” Lance whispers against him and then sucks a kiss into Keith’s neck.
“Lance,” Keith hisses out a sigh, feeling that suction working a bruise into his flesh. Then the hand goes down and palms Keith’s hardon. “L-Lance,” he stammers and Lance finally releases his hold on his neck.
“Neck,” Lance breathes heavy and pecks a kiss to the guessed part. “Not sure on this one yet,” he says, squeezing on the bulge in Keith’s pants. “Unzip them? Let me touch and figure it out?”
Keith nods eagerly even though he needn’t bother. Lance’s eyes are still closed. He unbuttons and opens his fly, taking Lance’s hand to guide it slowly into his pants. When Lance squeezes gently, Keith exhales a weak noise. He lets out a much less restrained noise when Lance bypasses his boxers and goes straight into grabbing his cock and pumping it with slow rolls of his wrist.
“F-Fuck...Lance,” Keith groans, closing his eyes to focus on not just coming at Lance’s touch. “G-Guess already…”
“I think...it’s a cock, but I need to make sure,” Lance tells him.
How he makes certain Keith doesn’t catch in time. His eyes are still closed in focus but they fly open when he feels a hot wet---
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Keith gasps out when he looks down to find Lance sucking his cock.
Keith’s hand goes into his own hair and tugs to gain some control. To not think about the mouth bobbing over him, the tongue swirling over his head, the hand cradling his base. He can’t look at this or he’ll---Keith closes his eyes and falls back onto the bed, breathing hard and exhaling moans between each slick sound of Lance going up and down on his cock.
“L-Lance...hah...oh f-fuck...Lance,” Keith groans raggedly, his free hand threading itself into Lance’s hair.
“So much...precome…” Lance pants when he pulls off. “Definitely a big...delicious...cock.”
“Lance...p-please, I--” Keith rasps. He bites his bottom lip to keep from falling apart.
“I think I know who you are,” Lance whispers then licks from base to tip. “But there’s only one way to know for sure,” he says.
Lance sinks his mouth back onto that cock. Keith arches with a great moan, both hands going to Lance’s hair now and holding there. His hips rolls and thrust into Lance’s moaning mouth. Lance bobs with urgency, taking Keith in as deep as he can go without choking and swallowing down pre as he works.
“L-Lance I’m--I can’t---I’m---” Keith says, his breath getting clipped.
He tries to pull Lance off to keep from coming down his throat but Lance holds tight to his jeans. He won’t let Keith remove him. It’s like he wants Keith to--- the image of come dripping out of Lance’s mouth is too much for Keith. He’s reached his limit. He spills into Lance’s mouth with a mighty moan, body shaking and spasming uncontrollably as he climaxes.
When he looks down, Lance is swallowing what he can and wiping the excess off his chin with the back of his hand. After he gulps he lets out a sigh.
“Ready to guess…” Lance announces. “Taste like that...can only be Keith,” he says. “Right?” he asks and opens his bright blue eyes, hazy with lust.
He licks the rest of the come off his hand seductively and Keith almost whimpers at the sight.
“Right,” Keith exhales weakly. “Game...over…”
“This round is over,” Lance says and buttons up Keith’s pants. He crawls up the bed over him, planting a hand on each side of Keith’s face and eyeing his lips. “I like this game. Wanna play again?”
“But the party’s almost over. And we already know who each other are,” Keith says.
“Then we don’t have to close our eyes next time,” Lance says back. “And we won’t have to wait for a party to play. So...you up for it?”
Keith grabs Lance by the face and pulls him down into a kiss. It’s sloppy and wet and oh so hungry for a taste of everything in Lance’s pretty mouth. Lance lets Keith in and sits right on his crotch as he kisses back with gasps and heady sighs. When they finally break for air, Keith answers.
“Yeah...I wanna play again. As many times as you want.”
I hc the first couple times Klance starts to get intimate theyre always interuppted by things. Kissing- the alarm goes off, grinding- Hunk says its time for team bonding, Handjobs- Attack drills, Until one day Keith is literally about to FINALLY put his dick in Lance's ass, and they get interuppted yet again and theyre both like fuck the drills- fuck the galra- we're going to fuck
This is fuckin hilarious anon! Wanna know something funny in regards to this?
I started writing fic when I was a minor. Mostly cute romantic stuff with a hint of comedy. But then I realized I really wanted to write naughty stuff. There were two problems with this—
One, I had never had a sexual relationship with a peer of equal footing (It’s not a secret that I’m a CSA survivor and rape victim) so I felt like I couldn’t adequately write on a healthy sexual relationship of any kind. And Two, I was deathly scared that if I wrote anything sexual I’d get in super super fucking trouble with the law or something because I was a minor writing about sex. Like they’d send 16 year old me to jail because I wrote that a dick went into a vagina.
What does this have to do with your ask anon? Well, I would do shit like your ask in my fics to avoid writing anything too sexual to cover my poor naive ass. My characters would get interrupted doing anything from hand-holding, to kissing, to grinding in a bathroom. Then, once I was over 18 I was like AHA I can make them fuck now! And I did without feeling too terribly bad. (I still felt bad because it was bad writing but at least I wasn’t gonna go to fic writing jail in high school haha)
The good thing about doing that though, is I got good at the slow burn without realizing it. Oh they touched! But now they can’t for a while or they’ll be caught. OH they KISSED! But not more than that because they’re gonna be late! OHOHO they’re grinding but before anyone can get off, there’s a phone call. Then by the time they were fucking the readers were like THANK FUCKING GOD I’M DEAD.
All in all, I love the constantly getting interrupted trope. It’s funny and it builds tension <3 Good stuff!
Look everyone in vld probs has a huge dick. Keith and Shiro are hung yes- BUT HUNK?! Hunk's dick is the size of Lance's whole ass forarm when its hard and no one can convince me otherwise. I imagine when he and Lance first started dating he was really nervous that it would be too big and Lance wouldn't let him top- but he quickly discovers Lance is the biggest fucking size queen and wants nothing more than for hunk to split him in half on that monster cock of his every damn night
I agree wholeheartedly anon!
Hunk’s gotta have the biggest fucking dick on the ship and the best part about Hunk is that he’d never brag about it. He’s so humble. Like, he knows it’s huge but going around saying as much is tasteless and impolite. The only way people find out about it is after they start dating Hunk.
His cock is so big that he’s used to defaulting to bottoming. Most people talk about a big cock like its great but then they see that monster that Hunk has and he sees that hesitation, that worry, that thought of ‘jesus fucking christ it’ll never fucking fit’. He was worried that would happen with Lance too because when Lance saw it for the first time his eyes went wide as dinner plates. Lance said nothing about how big he was, just went straight to giving him a blow job from heaven.
The next time they’re getting intimate Hunk asks Lance if he wants to top. Lance blinks at him in confusion for a whole five seconds.
“Is that your preference?” Lance asks him and now Hunk is the one looking confused.
“My…preference?”
“Yeah, do want to bottom?” Lance asks again.
“Well I…I usually do because…that’s what everyone else’s preference is,” Hunk says, scratching the back of his head with embarrassment. “I’m…kinda big. And I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.”
“I didn’t ask what you usually do,” Lance says, his face serious. “I asked what you wanted to do. Because if you want to bottom, that’s fine but…”
“But?
“I…thought you’d like to top,” Lance says, a blush starting on his cheeks as he looks away. “In fact, I…was kinda hoping you would.”
“You want me…to top?” Hunk asks with disbelief. “But I’m–”
“Huge, I know,” Lance chuckles and nibbles his bottom lip. “I’ve uh…been looking forward to it so…let’s just say that I’m more than ready to uh…accommodate a large load— if you catch my drift.”
Hunk catches it alright. He tops Lance and tops him good. Lance wasn’t lying about being prepared. He must have been doing some stretching all day because it isn’t difficult to fit. It’s still a tight squeeze but there’s not an ounce of discomfort on Lance’s face. It’s all moans and gasps and begging for Hunk to split him open. That he loved his big cock in his mouth but he loves it even more in his tight ass.
“I’d l-love it…even m-more…hah…if that b-big cock…f-filled me u-up with come,” Lance stammers and gasps.
That boosts Hunk’s self-esteem as well as his ego and he gives that size queen all he could as for and more.
The morning after that Lance's dirty dream is going to be interesting. He going to be waking up to not only cum in his underwear, but also the subjects of said dream cuddling him. (Maybe Shiro and Keith got morning wood pressed against his ass/crotch?) I can't tell if he'd be more horrified or excited.
Horrified or excited…well you’re about to find out anon. (PART 1 HERE)
It’s hot Lance thinks when he starts to rouse from his sleep. So hot. Who the fuck keeps their home this fucking hot? Where the hell is he? Actual hell??
The room doesn’t smell familiar. Not his apartment, then he remembers. That’s right, he fell asleep at Keith and Shiro’s place in the middle of their movie. They’re the heathens that keep their apartment a cooking-a-potato temperature. He’s about to complain but then he opens his eyes and his breath catches.
No wonder it’s so warm. He’s in a bed, under the covers with shirtless Shiro facing him. Shiro’s asleep with an arm under Lance’s head and the other between their chests. If Shiro even twitches his pinky he’ll rub Lance’s nipple through his shirt.
When Lance tries to roll carefully away, he finds he can’t. There’s a body behind him on top of the covers. It’s Keith, his face pressed into Lance’s neck and his arm draped over his side. He’s sleeping soundly too, his hot breath the cause of Lance’s sweaty neck.
How…how did he get here? Is this a dream? He doesn’t remember. They didn’t do…you know…it, did they?
His ass feels a bit stretched but his pants are still on. Shiro’s got pants on two and it looks like Keith fell into the bed fully dressed. When he feels inside his boxers there are the remnants of dry come plastered inside, making him bite his lip with embarrassment. Not again. Now that he thinks about it, he did have a rather vivid wet dream. It’s been happening more and more lately as he hangs out with both Shiro and Keith.
They weren’t…in the bed when that happened were they? Jesus…he hopes not.
But now…how is he supposed to get out without having an awkward conversation? He tries to shimmy a little but immediately Keith’s arm tightens around his middle and pulls himself closer to Lance. Maybe he’s imagining it, but something hard is pressed to his ass and he’s pretty sure it’s Keith’s morning wood. Not only that but he’s…grinding it against Lance’s ass.
“Mmm…yeah…” Keith groans sleepily into Lance’s neck. “Feel so good…”
“K-Keith,” Lance tries to clear his throat. “It’s…it’s me.”
“Hmm? Yeah?” Keith mumbles. “Who’s ‘me’?”
“Lance,” he reminds him.
He must still be drunk from the night before. Or maybe he’s just not really awake enough to know what he’s doing.
“Mmm…Lance. Great,” Keith sighs and slips under the covers. Then he grabs for his hips and continues grinding against him. “That’s who I was aiming for. Damn blanket got in the way.”
“K-Keith! You mean Shiro! And Sh-Shiro’s…right there!” Lance urgently whispers.
“He can wait his turn,” Keith yawns and then buries his face in Lance’s neck and taking a deep breath of Lance’s scent. “He knows I called first dibs,” he breathes against Lance’s pulse before sucking on his flesh.
“F-First d—ahH!” Lance nearly yelps when Keith bites into his shoulder.
Keith’s hands paw and rub all over Lance’s crotch as he nibbles and sucks on his neck, getting him hard embarrassingly fast. Lance thinks he should protest, after all, Keith’s boyfriend is lying right next to them. Shouldn’t he try to preserve the sanctity of their relationship? But then he remembers what Keith said about calling dibs…which means they talked together about Lance.
“We heard you last night,” Keith tells him as his hard-on rubs against the cleft of Lance’s ass. “Begging and mewling in your sleep…we watched you. Should have seen how hard Shiro got hearing you call out for him.”
“S-Sorry,” is all Lance can think to say.
“Don’t be,” Keith tells him, slicking his fingers with spit. “Watching you come in your pants at just the thought of us fucking you…made us wish you were awake so we could. And now that you are…” Keith grins and slips his hand into the back of Lance’s pants. He rubs his wet fingers against Lance’s puckered hole making him whimper. “…we’d like to give it a try. You game?”
Lance swallows a nervous noise as he looks over at Shiro, still sleeping. He can imagine Shiro waking to find Lance panting and moaning, a perfect view of him clutching sheets in his hands with Keith’s cock sliding in and out of him in quick succession. His own cock flushed and dripping with each thrust. He can see Shiro crawling forward to touch and taste and rub their cocks together in Shiro’s massive hand. Shiro’s name spilling from his gaping mouth as he begs begs begs for him to take his ass too. To fuck him together.
“Waiting for an answer, Lance,” Keith reminds him, his lips touching Lance’s ear. “If you want it…say yes. And we’ll wake Shiro up with your pretty moans.”
Lance swallows back a whimper but nods his head and says, “Yes. P-Please…”
Keith’s fingers plunge into the tight heat of his ass, making Lance groan. Those fingers thrust and curl and spread as they stretch him open while Lance bites back gasps and moans. Keith tells him to spread his legs for him and Lance obeys, the command feeling nostalgic in a way like he’s heard Keith tell him to keep his legs open before. When Keith’s cock enters him his eyes shut so he can drown in the sensation of that huge cock splitting him open.
“S-So full,” Lance gasps, biting the knuckles of his hand.
“Shiro’s is bigger than this,” Keith pants into his neck. “Can’t wait…for you to…feel it.”
“G-God…” Lance whines. “B-Bigger?”
“Yeah. And he gives…the best blowjobs,” Keith tells him. “Like…sucking your soul…right out of your cock…”
“F-Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Lance whimpers, thinking about his weeping cock sitting untouched between his legs. If Shiro was down there–
“But don’t take my word for it,” Keith chuckles mirthfully into his shoulder.
Before Lance can ask what he means, wet heat sinks down onto his cock making Lance cry out. It takes every ounce of self-control that he has to not unload into that mouth the moment he feels his tip reach the back of a humming throat. Shiro’s throat. Without his meaning to, Lance’s hands go straight for Shiro’s hair and hold taut. To keep him from moving even an inch.
“I-If y-y-you…hah…move…I-I-I’ll…” Lance stammers and swallows. “I c-c-can’t s-stop…myself…”
“It’s alright,” Keith promises him and thrusts hard a few times in succession making Lance bite back weak noises. “Just because he sucks you off once, doesn’t mean he’ll be done with you.”
“You s-s-sure?” Lance asks and he can feel Shiro’s tongue swirl around his cock. It sends a delightful shiver through his body but he resists just the same.
“Yeah,” Keith hums and kisses Lance’s neck. “We got all day, Lance…more than enough time to do things twice. Or three times. Or four…”
“Jesus,” Lance exhales.
“So let go of Shiro’s hair,” Keith instructs him while using his own hands to make Lance remove them. He holds them behind Lance’s back, pinning him. “And let us play with you, our sweet little plaything…Our Lance.”
That does sound familiar, like striking a bell that rings throughout his whole body. Keith thrusts and Shiro bobs and Lance instantly releases down Shiro’s hungry throat. Keith’s right, of course. They had more than enough time to do things twice but they certainly didn’t stop at just two. Leaving the bed was an option no one wanted to take until nearly noon and even then they returned right back to the mattress after they ate, showered, and regained their energy for additional rounds of activities.
