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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Voltron:_Legendary_Defender
  Relationship:
      Klance_-_Relationship, Keith/Lance_(Voltron)
  Character:
      Keith_(Voltron), Lance_(Voltron), Featuring_Shiro's_voice
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Rough_Oral_Sex, Oral_Fixation, Shower_Sex, Hand_Jobs, Lance
      probably_really_likes_sucking_dick, just_saying, Keith_(Voltron)_is_a
      Mess, lance_is_horny, Keith_is_also_horny, Exhibitionism, Shiro_has_a
      sexy_voice_okay?, Bisexual_Lance_(Voltron), Gay_Keith, Fiesty_gay
      relationship_yay, Established_Relationship, Shklance_kind_of
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-19 Words: 2088
****** Can't talk with your mouth full ******
by Graphite_Katanas
Summary
     Keith is taking a well deserved shower after training when Lance
     waltzes in wanting some...attention.
     Or
     Lance is horny and gets off on blowing Keith, who is more than happy
     to help a brother out.
     Also Lance comes to Shiro yelling at them to hurry their asses up in
     the shower so yaahhh
     [Reupladed bc my ao3 broke a little (?)]
Notes
     I have no real excuse for this, I just wanted to write some realistic
     Klance smut. With a dabble of that good good shance shklance shit~
See the end of the work for more notes
Keith sagged beneath the shower’s spray with his head tilted away from the
steam, arms crossed against his chest not for warmth but for comfort as hot
water ran off the angles of his body. After a long bout of individual training,
the red paladin all but sighed under the delicious water pressure digging into
his sore muscles. Luckily, the Castle was well enough restored to allow for
heated showers and baths, a necessary comfort to the young earthlings while
voyaging in space. Despite Lance’s nagging, Keith did in fact enjoy warm
showers, both for sanitary reasons and also as a part of his self care routine.
There was something therapeutic about rinsing yourself of sweat and grim and,
more often than not, blood. As if the battles they'd fought never really ended
until he could see their aftermath swirling down the Altean shower drains,
mixing with soapy water, diluting itself into the shallows of his mind. Too bad
the scars didn't wash off too.
Keith ran a calloused hand through his matted black hair and closed his eyes.
For a moment, he could let himself pretend that he was back in Texas at his
second foster home, showering after rugby practice. Like he had never gotten
caught up in this clusterfuck of an alien war. Like he didn't have to pretend
that he was okay everyday for the sake of cohesive teamwork. He never thought
he’d miss it, living in the system. Maybe he didn't. No, he probably didn't. He
was just tired and admittedly emotional and maybe not entirely okay with the
fact that Lance wasn't here to offer up a comforting hug. Jesus that kid liked
to cuddle.
Speak of the devil.
A strong yet slender hand snakes it's way up Keith's side, coming to rest under
the swell of the red paladin’s jaw. He opened his eyes to see Lance standing
flush at his side, hand pressing their foreheads together.
“What the hell do you want?” Keith muttered, pulling Lance's hand from his neck
and giving himself few inches of personal space. Seriously, Lance had to work
on respecting his bubble sometimes. The blue paladin gave him a hurt
expression, lips pouting out before scowling.
“What, can't a guy check on his man every once in awhile? Seriously dude,
you've been training all afternoon, and I haven't seen you since breakfast”
Lance whined, reaching out the other teen with open arms. “Besides,” he
smirked, “It's been even longer since we've had some...alone time”
“What, are you horny?”
“Maybe”
Keith snorted, burying his face in Lance’s shoulder. His naked shoulder.
“Did you come in here naked fully expecting to get some?” Keith laughed,
pulling his boyfriend under the shower with him.
“...Maybe?” Lance mumbled into his neck, and Keith could hear the grin in his
voice.
Keith sighed. Well, this was definitely one way to decompress after training,
and despite the soreness of his limbs the teen couldn't help but get in the
mood. Lance was hot, okay? Pretty much every young gay preteen from Texas’s wet
dream, in his own lanky way.
Unsurprisingly, ever since their first heated kiss on the training deck, things
between the two paladins had gotten fairly sexual, fairly quickly.
The they kept their relationship more so on the downlow, not because they were
embarrassed or ashamed, but because it was what came naturally to them. Keith
didn’t need a loud and proud relationship, because he wasn’t generally a loud
or proud person unless provoked. Lance definitely provoked. But to the red
paladin’s surprise, the Cuban teen wasn’t overly vocal about their
relationship.
Their kind of love was quiet, and comforting, and hidden between layers of sass
and sarcasm. Would they have been together if they had never left earth?
Probably not. But in space, they gave eachother a gorgeous kind of reassurance
in the moments when it mattered most, and for that he would suffer through
Lance’s normally boisterous personality.
He learned early on of Lance’s...oral fixation. It shouldn’t have come as a
surprise, the guy ran his mouth all day, but actually seeing Lance get off with
his lips around Keith’s cock was literal insanity in the best way possible.
Keith pulled Lance into a wet kiss, wrapping their bodies together under the
hot water. There was nothing soft about their touching today, pent up lust
radiated from their fingertips as they pulled at each others bodies, hot and
demanding and just a little bit desperate. The team had communal showers,
leaving this interaction open to public viewing if someone walked in. Keith had
also learned that Lance loved the risk, the kinky fucker. Not that he was
complaining or anything, Keith was a self-admitted adrenaline junky. He groaned
as Lance’s lips broke, away only to reattached at the red paladin’s neck,
nipping and sucking playfully.
“Fuck, Lance, can we skip the foreplay? I thought you were horny” Keith
growled, pulling his lover’s face back to eye level, only to be met by a shit-
eating grin. “Is someone feeling dominant today?” Lance teased, grinding their
growing erections together, “Or is water just getting in my eyes?”
Keith huffed and gripped Lance by the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling
just hard enough to elicit a beautiful moan from the Cuban teen’s lips. “How’s
that for feeling dominant, you ass” Keith shot, breath hot against Lance’s ear.
With wide-blown pupils, the thinner teen grinned and closed his eyes, “Mhnn,
much better” he giggled. Keith let a quick smile pierce his lips before lifting
his thumb and slipping it between Lance’s, who sucked the digit into his mouth
happily. Gripping his jaw, Keith pushed Lance to his knees, guiding him out of
the shower’s spray. Leaning back against the tiled wall, Keith jutted his hips
out and pulled Lance’s mouth onto his cock, hissing at the delicious heat of
his tongue.
Lance didn’t need to be coaxed any further, wrapping a hand around Keith’s
base, and taking him as deep as he could right off the bat. The red paladin’s
head cracked against the shower wall at the sensation, gut clenching as Lance
swallowed around him. That kid had like no gag reflex, or some serious
willpower, or maybe both. Honestly, the blue paladin set the bar for oral sex
pretty goddamn high, to be expected from someone so competitive. Though Keith
would never complain about it when he was on the receiving end of a determined
Lance.
“Fuuuuccckk…” He groaned, grimacing in that pain-pleasure way with his teeth
bared, eyes screwed shut. No. He couldn’t close his eyes, not today. Today he
really needed to see Lance, hot and needy and desperate for him, the best kind
of validation Keith knew of. The Cuban teen wore a deep flush, his eyes heavy
at the lid with arousal, free hand grasping at Keith’s upper thigh like a
lifeline. With a careful hand, the longer haired teen slipped his hand over the
other’s head, pushing him down with a guiding force. Lance moaned at the
gesture, making eye contact with his boyfriend as he sank down over and over
again, tongue cradling Keith’s head on every pull upwards. Keith wove his
fingers into Lance’s short brown hair, gripping him with the perfect amount of
tension to make him keen into the ministration.
“Jesus fucking quiznak, Lance-”
Lance pulls off and smirks, “I’ve been told that that’s not how you use that
word”
Keith groans at the lack of friction, he was so fucking close but of course
Lance had to open his mouth, off of his cock, and start talking.
“Fuck if I care. Just. Don’t. Stop.” He rasped, close to past the point of
using words. Lance flushed, his dark cheeks hot with both steam and arousal. He
let Keith drag him back to work, and relished in the heavy hands guiding up and
down his shaft. There was something about the shape, the taste, the idea of a
dick in his mouth that got Lance harder than training level 12. Maybe it was
just the idea of being used. Maybe it was the feeling of empowerment he got
from making Keith come undone. Maybe it was the fullness in the back of his
throat. The salty skin against his tongue. The hands gripping the back of his
head.
All of the above?
“God, you look gorgeous with your lips around me. Criminally hot, Lance...fuck”
Keith moaned out, when he could manage a coherent thought. Lance was about to
surface for air and make a snide comment when Keith gripped him hard and pulled
him down to the base, his nose ghosting over his hip bone. Eyes wide and
brimming, Lance took it. He took it like a fucking champ, trying his best to
moan around Keith with what air he had left. His nostrils flared out as Keith
rolled into him a few times, pressing into the back of his pharynx. A gag
convulsed up his body, the rough treatment testing even his limits.
He loved it.
And Keith knew he did.
A quick tap to the red paladin’s thigh signalled that enough was enough, and
Lance was pulled off, sputtering and taking deep lungfuls of air. “H-Holy fuck”
he moaned, loving the aftermath of the stretch in his throat. His cock was
beading precum at the tip, flushed and twitching with need. Keith still hadn’t
come, his cock arcing up beside Lance’s warm cheek. Lance didn’t wait for Keith
to make a move, diving back down on his boyfriend’s cock, free hand stroking
his own needily.
Keith was reduced to moans and whimpers as Lance brutally sucked him off, both
the pace and delicious friction finally too much for the coil in his gut to
withstand. He held the Cuban teen around him as he came, shooting two ropes of
cum into Lance’s perfect mouth. Lance, to no surprise, swallowed it down
greedily, blue eyes clenched shut. He was so fucking close, so fucking close.
“K-Keith-” He started, still on his knees at the red paladin’s feet.
“I know baby, I know, c’mere” Keith purred, knees still weak from orgasm. He
drew Lance back up to his feet and kissed him roughly, tasting himself on the
other’s tongue. Keith nipped softly under Lance’s jaw and he wrapped a hand
around his raging erection, flicking his wrist in quick, practised movements.
Dismantling Lance one stroke at a time. The Cuban teen whimpered, clinging to
Keith as the water-slicked hand wrapped around him. It was admittedly cute to
see Lance so fucking wrecked, to see the words fucked out of him. The only time
the blue paladin ever really shut up, Keith found, was in orgasm or postcoital
bliss. Even then, he normally swore in Spanish, if only to himself.
Thumbing over the slit, Keith relished in the way Lance’s breath hitched in
more and more frequent intervals. He was going to-
“Lance! Keith! Hurry up in there, Allura wants us meeting on the bridge in 10!”
Shiro yelled into the changerooms, voice echoing into the showers. Luckily, the
running showers masked the last noises Lance made before coming with a silent
scream against Keith, body shuddering and hips jutting out involuntarily.
“Will do Shiro!” Keith answered quickly, covering Lance’s mouth with his other
hand as the silent scream grew into a less silent groan as he finished. They
stood there for a moment, panting, waiting long enough to be sure that Shiro
had gone before relaxing.
“I swear to god Kogane, you fucking wreck me sometimes”
“Most times, actually”
“Yah, but you still love me” Lance sighed, stepping back under the shower, legs
still shaky as all hell. “Also, let it be stated for the record that Keith
called me ‘baby’-”
“Oh shut up, asshole! You should have seen yourself, moaning yourself to
completion with your mouth on my dick-”
“-Speaking of which, Keith, ‘baby’, get back under the shower you are covered
in my come, you endearing little shithead.”
Keith huffed, before breaking into laughter with Lance, the two of them washing
off as quickly as they could. They totally didn’t have a short lived water
fight because that would be stupid and gay.
Then again, Keith was pretty fucking gay and also stupid sometimes so whatever.
Win win.
“Also, are gonna talk about the fact that you came to the sound of Shiro’s
voice?” Keith teases, while drying himself off with one of those weird Altean
towels.
“No. No we are not”
End Notes
     I had to reupload this bc my account is acting wack yo. I dropped
     this smut series a while ago, but whatever here it is again lol
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