At first there’s only growling, and whoever was there had yet to turn the corner. But when it goes silent, he curiously perks up. Did they give up?
Or maybe he outran them?
The long-eared fluffball hesitantly stalks forward to the corner, tail fluffing out as he takes a peak.
Oh nope he didn’t give up, not at all.
Or, part of my Voltron 'Animal' AU where the Team had been transformed into different animals.
Can be found here!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20062189
to post this after the whole tumblr shebang yesterday [sweats]
anyway, here i am, filling in a request sent to me!! it’s another wet dream but this time Lance dreaming about Keith. not so much build up in this one, but i enjoyed it all the same. i hope you guys do, too!
you can still send in writing requests, btw! they’re always, always open uwu
When Lance woke up to the feeling of breathing down his neck, a leg slotted between his own, and grinding against his ass, he knew he found himself in another wet dream. And the star of it? None other than Keith himself. You couldn’t blame him. He’s been thinking about Keith way before the wolf decided to court him. These dreams were beyond familiar, and Lance was beyond embarrassed. So he didn’t hesitate in pressing against Keith, matching his movements until it felt like the wolf was close to bursting through his clothing.
Lance turned to look at Keith, all batting eyelashes and coy smiles barely visible from behind a bare shoulder. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for sleep sex. Just how far were you going to go with me unconscious, hm?” A quick kiss against the cheek was his answer, followed by more fluttering kisses peppered down his jaw. “You’re always so eager.”
“I could say the same about you,” Keith finally spoke, voice gruff. “You’re always so wet,” he commented, unceremoniously slipping his hand beneath Lance’s boxers, easily sinking a finger to the second knuckle. The wet dreams always escalated quickly. Lance had a feeling it reflected his own impatience with Keith in reality. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you soaked another pair of boxers.”
“And whose fault is that?” Lance huffs, gently rocking against the finger inside of him, working it deeper.
Keith pulled away just enough for Lance’s eyes to adjust and make out his features, make out his cocky grin full of teeth as he said, “I guess I should take responsibility, huh? Take care of you?”
“You’d be the absolute worst Alpha if you didn’t.”
“But I thought you liked being teased? Pushed to the edge, only to be pulled back—again and again.” As Keith mumbled in the space between them, his hands made slow work of Lance’s underwear, tossing it from underneath the comforter afterwards. “Or do you just like teasing me?”
“I’d never,” Lance lied smoothly. His breath hitched as sharp teeth nipped right above where his scent gland was, neck stretching to tempt Keith, to get those teeth to sink in and bond them—
“Liars don’t get laid.” Lance whined softly as he felt Keith disentangle himself, taking his body warmth and gentle touches with him. The rabbit tried to scoot back, hoping to feel hot skin against his again, but it seemed like Keith put quite a bit of distance between them. He huffed, shooting the wolf a seething glare that was hard to make out in the dark before facing away from him. He didn’t need Keith! He could get himself off just fine, had been since before Keith came into his life.
And so he maneuvered himself until he was face down on the mattress, ass up and knees spread—dream Keith’s favorite position. But Lance was certain his mind was just stereotyping the wolf, especially since he had never actually done anything with him. He’s quick to take a hand to his cock and slide two fingers inside of himself, voice extra loud to egg Keith on. The comforter covered him, but it didn’t hide the motion of him fingering himself. He easily reached places Keith couldn’t, but lacked in girth, making him unsatisfied as he soaked his fingers in slick and used pre-cum to pump his fist easier.
His noises echoed around them, and he could barely make out Keith’s ragged breathing. Lance wondered if the wolf had touched himself and turned his head to sneak a glance, only to see Keith was statue still, except for his twitching ears and wagging tail. He seemed completely content with just watching Lance and that irritated the rabbit because he wanted Keith to lose it, wanted him to mount him like the horny Alpha he could be sometimes.
And maybe his dissatisfaction showed on his face because Keith was grinning cheekily and saying, “You know what you gotta say. If you really want it.”
Lance would usually say something snarky, drag out his submission a little longer, but he did really want it. “M’sorry, Keith. Sorry for lying about teasing you.”
The result was instant. Comforter thrown aside to expose Lance to his cold bedroom air, he didn’t have time to complain as Keith found his place behind him, gently tugging his fingers away and interlocking their hands before pressing them against the pillow Lance rested on. Seconds afterwards, Keith was slowly sinking his cock into him, filling him in ways no one else had before. They sat in silence when Keith’s hips met Lance’s ass, breathing heavily.
Lance fucked himself on Keith, impatient. He managed a few shallow thrusts before a hand was gripping his hip hard enough to bruise, stilling his movements. He groaned. “Come on, Keith. Don’t wanna wait anymore.”
“If I move, I’m gonna knot you in ten seconds.”
“That’s fine. We can just go again.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“You take too long.”
Keith growled, pulled back, and snapped his hips forward, jolting Lance. The rabbit squealed in surprise, digging his fingers into the pillow as Keith set a fast pace—one that kept Lance too preoccupied to do anything else but make wanton noises. His body was like a rag doll; it jerked every time Keith buried himself to the hilt. He couldn’t even try to match Keith’s movements, so when the wolf stopped suddenly, Lance took the opportunity to roll his hips.
“You’re really cute with your ears. Wish you’d let them out more.” Keith took one chestnut brown lop ear between his teeth, tugging it. Lance didn’t even notice he’d let his guard down so much. “And your tail.” His tail wiggled fiercely, brushing against Keith’s stomach.
“So you can bite on them whenever you want? No thanks,” Lance snarked, voice breathless.
Keith tugged a bit harder on his ear, causing him to hiss and his eyes to water. Whatever biting insult he had died on his tongue as Keith picked up the pace once more, mouth never leaving his ear. He felt the wolf’s long-awaited knot beginning to form, catching on his rim every other thrust. The pace slowed, shifting to more rolling than pistoning. Lance panted and worked with Keith to tie them, immediately melting when Keith couldn’t pull back anymore, knot swelling inside of him. The wolf let go of his spit-soaked ear and pressed wet lips against the nape of neck.
“Gotta take care of you,” Keith mumbled, hand not in Lance’s own reaching between his legs. Somewhere along the way, Lance forgot about his own climax and allowed Keith to wrap his hand against his own, moving both of them to bring Lance over the edge. It didn’t take long, a few strokes and well-placed swipes of the thumb had Lance keening in seconds, spilling onto his sheets and clenching around Keith. He hummed as he felt the first spurts of cum in him—
And then he woke up, sweaty and sticky and frustrated.
