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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Voltron:_Legendary_Defender
  Relationship:
      Keith/Lance_(Voltron)
  Additional Tags:
      Galra_Keith_(Voltron), top!Keith, Bottom!Lance, Smut, Established
      Relationship, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, keith_is_taller_as_galra, Possessive
      Behavior, galra_have_knots, Underage_Sex, Lance_is_17, Keith_is_18,
      Rimming, Marking, Consensual_Kink, Biting, Praise_Kink, Size_Difference
  Series:
      Part 1 of Loving_every_shape_of_you
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-22 Completed: 2018-01-31 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 13041
****** Loving every shape of you ******
by KyokoUchiha
Summary
     ** A moment of silence passes by before Keith opens his mouth to
     address him, “Are you afraid?” Canines glint between his lips as
     Lance watches his mouth form words.
     His brows crease together as he realizes the meaning behind that
     question. No, he’s definitely not afraid of Keith. Instead of voicing
     an answer, he wraps his arms around the sturdy neck to pull his head
     down and meet his lips in a kiss that will hopefully convey his
     feelings. **
     ––
     Keith returns from a month of missions with the BOM, Lance is happy
     to be reunited with his boyfriend again, eager for some alone time.
     But Keith comes back more Galra than human.
     ––
     inspired by this awesome artist
     https://twitter.com/ashesarcadia/status/826841428416483328
Notes
     Back again with some much needed bottom!Lance ٩(♡ε♡ )۶
     It takes place some time in season 4 after Keith decided to join the
     Blade.
     inspired by this awesome artist
     https://twitter.com/ashesarcadia/status/826841428416483328
     who also has a thirst for bottom!Lance with top!Keith. And I have to
     agree, we lack top!Keith, so here’s some smut featuring tall!Galra
     Keith (but without the tail).
     I wish you all happy Christmas days (ㆆᴗㆆ)*✲ﾟ*｡⋆
***** One *****
“Are you fucking kiddin’ me?!”, the voice of the former blue paladin rings
through the whole hangar of the red lion, where everyone is currently standing,
sporting nearly identical facial expressions of shock, except for the former
pilot of the red lion. Obviously only because he’s the reason for everybody’s
shocked expression.
But Lance seems the most baffled. Because one month ago he saw off his
boyfriend–yes, boyfriend–, former paladin of the red lion, clad in his paladin
armor, with his outdated black mullet, ruby eyes and three inches shorter than
him. Now, after a whole month, which has felt like a whole year, of sleeping
alone, training without getting his ass kicked, which he kind of came to
like–it’s a huge turn on when your boyfriend kicks your ass in training and
later makes up for it with fucking said ass into oblivion–he really missed
spending time with him… 
Now here stands his boyfriend in front of the red lion, wearing the traditional
suit of the Blade of Marmora, but with skin a faint hue of purple, eyes shining
yellow, ears shaped like that of a cat at the sides of his head, peeking out
between an even shaggier mop of black hair–at least that is still the same–and
to top it all off, he’s now towering over all of them with his height of
approximately 6,5feet.
Keith seems to be a little unsure about his growth spurt, uncomfortably
scuffing with the tip of his boot at the ground, eyes switching from one to the
other. “Surprise?”, he mumbles meekly. He was never good at making a joke to
lighten up the mood–that’s Lance’s talent.
To no one’s surprise it’s Shiro who moves first, approaching the other paladin
to pull him into an embrace, which looks hilarious considering that a month ago
Shiro was the taller one. But currently Keith is even half a head taller than
their leader. And buffer. God, how’s that even possible? Now Keith has beaten
Lance in every category possible. 
“Hey, Lance”, Hunk whispers and gently digs an elbow into his side to get his
attention. Lance tilts his head to move his ear closer to the other boy, who’s
leaning over himself. “Shouldn’t you like, be the one to welcome him back
first? With you two being a couple. I saw how miserable you were over the last
weeks.”
“Uh, have you seen how he looks? I expected my boyfriend to fit into my arms
and look up to me.” He gestures a finger towards said boyfriend, who’s still
busy with talking to Shiro. “And now I’m the one who has to look up.” He
sniffles exasperatedly. “Sorry for being kinda shocked.”
“Oh, stop exaggerating. Your height difference consisted of three inches!”,
Pidge chimes in, having overheard their conversation. 
Lance turns to glare at the smaller girl, but Hunk intercepts, “Pidge is right.
You were practically at eye-level.”
Lance splutters, looking between his two pals, indignation flaring in his eyes
as he finally focuses on the girl, “You’re one to talk, number five! Stop
interfering in adult matters.”
Now it’s her turn to take an insulted gasp. “I’m still growing. And you’re just
two years older and not even an adult!” 
The brunet opens his mouth for another protest, when they’re suddenly cut short
by Allura stepping up to them with a stern expression on her pretty face.
“Paladins, would you please stop your nonsense argument and focus on welcoming
Keith back.”
And just like that all three of them turn their gazes back towards the topic of
their ‘conversation’. At the dejected look on his boyfriend’s face, Lance bites
his lip and averts his eyes guiltily. Quiznack.
*
Turns out Keith is stuck being in this form since a week ago, when a mission
went awry his galran heritage suddenly came out for self-preservation. And
since then he’s not able to turn back into his human form. Kolivan sent him
back to cool down and maybe get his normal appearance back. 
It’s no surprise that only an hour later–after getting checked-up in the cryo-
pods and discovering that nothing strange is going on with him and that he’s
absolutely healthy–all Paladins are assembled at the training room. With Keith
being away for a month they definitely need to work on teamwork and hand-to-
hand combat.
And it comes in handy that Keith is now the best candidate for the Paladins to
practice fighting against galran opponents in case they’re not able to draw
their Bayards. 
Pidge is the first to get a taste of the new strength that Keith inherited from
his mother’s side. Only a minute later the hybrid has the girl disarmed and
cornered with no other choice but to surrender. 
Next is Hunk, who lasts a little longer with the help of his body mass, but
Keith is still faster, even being so big, and manages to make his friend
surrender willingly. 
With Allura and Shiro it takes longer but ultimately Keith comes out as the
winner in both fights, which leaves Lance as the last one to face him. 
And boy does he fail spectacularly. Being Keith’s boyfriend does not earn him
favor points one bit. So yeah, he gets his ass handed to him in record time. 
At a moment like this, with him pinned on his back and Keith towering over him,
the brunet realizes that his initial reaction of shock and hesitancy with
properly welcoming Keith back had nothing to do with seeing him as a thread or
being afraid of him looking like their enemy. More like the opposite. He still
feels himself drawn to him and to be frank, being manhandled by Keith looking
like this, is fucking arousing. He really has to focus on not showing how much
it is turning him on to be pinned under the weight of Keith’s new form. 
He starts to wiggle his arms in hope the other will let go. “You won, I
surrender, mullet-head” So please, just let me go before I further embarrass
myself, he adds in his mind.
For a few agonizing slow seconds Keith keeps staring down at him, gaze so
penetrating with these yellow eyes–not purple like they used to be–and Lance
fears that he’s been caught but then Keith finally stands up and hesitantly
extends a hand to help him get up. Lance takes it immediately, noting how even
his hands are bigger than in his human form.
“Lance”, Allura addresses him as soon as he has turned around to get a drink
from his bottle, “That was a disappointing performance.”
“Yeah, you even undermined my time”, Pidge chimes in from the sidelines, always
eager to get a jab at him, that little gremlin. The glare she receives from the
princess doesn’t dampen the mirth in her expression.
“Try again”, Allura orders and Lance nearly chokes on the last drop of water.
Quiznack.
The second round doesn’t surpass the first. It’s even more humiliating as he
gets pushed down, kneeling face first onto the floor, arms wrestled behind his
back, ass raised and face squashed against the floor. Part of Keith’s
bodyweight rests on him, right hand holding his arms prison in a death grip
while his left hand has a grip on the nape of his neck to pin him down. This
position has Lance’s ass pressed against the front of Keith’s pelvis, which is
NOT fine in a situation like this! Not with their team watching them.
Definitely not. Oh, why are you getting hard, damn! Don’t get hard!, he shouts
in his mind. 
“Oh, Lance”, he hears the princess sigh from the sidelines as she shakes her
head in a defeated manner.
“Don’t be too hard on him, tomorrow he will be better”, Shiro encourages.
Finally someone is standing up for him, thank you. 
Allura’s eyes switch between their leader and him, not really believing his
words, but then she shrugs and turns to look up at Coran in the control room.
“We are switching to teamwork exercise.”
And with that Lance’s humiliating hand-to-hand training is finished. For today.
Ugh.
* 
When they finally hit the showers after a two hour exercise against the
training droids Lance’s muscles feel like jelly, with every move they sing
their protests which is only rivaled by the cry of his stomach for food. But
first he has to wash the sweat away, he’s reeking. 
While he focuses on lathering his body with soap, the others finish more
quickly. “We’re going ahead, Lance”, Hunk calls over the noise of the running
water.
“Kay, see you at dinner”, Lance shouts back, closes his eyes and lets the
stream of warm water wash the soap away. He’s usually the last one to leave the
shower, so he doesn’t mind the silence as he massages over the aches in his
muscles, wincing when he touches bruises he got from fighting against Keith.
Some on his arms, legs and even one on his ass cheek. He hadn’t worn his armor
back then.
“Quiznack”, he curses as he carefully prods at the bruise. It’s all Keith’s
fault for coming back as Galra, looking intimating, manhandling him so easily
thanks to his new strength… His body had felt so hot while he was pressed
against Lance, grip strong and leaving Lance vulnerable against the floor.
Keith could have pulled his pants down and just taken him right there, in front
of their friends, and Lance wouldn’t have protested. He would have just kneeled
there while Keith fucked into him, his own dick trapped between his legs with
no leverage to get off. Just Keith’s cock ramming hard and fast into him,
breaching his hole, pounding his prostate with abandon until Lance would cum
untouched. Mouth open, pants leaving his lips, cheeks rosy with embarrassment,
eyes glassy. But oh so satisfied. 
Fuck, now he’s hard. Thanks to his mind painting this colorful image. A whimper
escapes his lips as he grabs his cock in his hand, he needs to get fucked,
badly. A month without his boyfriend has left him horny as fuck. 
Imagining his hand to be Keith’s is easy, but his mind is unsure if it should
project a pale hand or a much bigger, purple colored one. Groaning at the last
image, he places his free arm onto the tiles to press his forehead against it
as he strokes his cock more earnestly. 
The pitter-patter of feet makes him stop in shock. Was somebody still here?
Gulping down another moan, embarrassment already heating up his cheeks, he
takes a peek over his shoulder to look at the entrance of the shower stall. Who
he sees nearly takes his breath away.
It’s Keith. Naked in all his galran glory, towering in the space of the
entrance, yellow eyes gleaming in the half-light, reflecting the neon glow
emitted by the stalls. 
Blue eyes roam over the exposed skin, partly covered by fur, with some parts as
hairless as in his human form. “Uh, hi, babe”, he greets meekly. Getting caught
by his boyfriend is not bad, but with him looking like this… they still hadn’t
really talked about it. His gaze comes to rest on the lower part of Keith’s
body, curious how it differs from his human form. But he only gets a glimpse of
a lighter purple bulge before Keith suddenly moves closer, arms shooting
forward and hands banging against the tiles at each side of his head, encasing
him between his body and the wall.
Lance has to crane his neck to look up into his eyes, his tongue darts out to
lick his lips cause they suddenly feel too dry despite the water cascading down
on him. 
A moment of silence passes by before Keith opens his mouth to address him, “Are
you afraid?” Canines glint between his lips as Lance watches his mouth form
words. 
His brows crease together as he realizes the meaning behind that question. No,
he’s definitely not afraid of Keith. Instead of voicing an answer, he wraps his
arms around the sturdy neck to pull his head down and meet his lips in a kiss
that will hopefully convey his feelings. 
At first the hybrid seems stunned by his action but then he wraps an arm around
his waist, while the other comes to rest at the back of his head and Lance’s
heart makes a leap in his chest as he gets the feeling of being lifted inches
from the ground, Keith holding him against his body with just the grip around
his waist. God, if he wasn’t already hard, he would surely be it now. 
He tightens his arms around the neck and opens his lips to welcome Keith’s
tongue into his mouth. It’s rough now but doesn’t feel bad. He feels something
hard press against his pelvis, warm and big, only inches away from his own
trapped cock. He opens his legs and wraps them around Keith’s waist, feels him
adjust the grip on his waist so that he manages to rock his pelvis against the
flesh to ease the pressure on his dick. 
A moan slips between their lips as Lance feels his dick brush up against
Keith’s own, which feels hot and huge compared to his human sized one. The hand
on his back slips lower to grab a cheek and Lance lets out a pained cry
because, fuck, it had to be the bruised one. 
Keith immediately snaps his head back and nearly lets him go entirely but he
catches Lance at the last second. “Did I hurt you?” His tone is worried, and
the ears at his side twitch which makes Lance forget the pain for a second as
he musters the furry ears. His fingers itch to touch them but this is not the
time nor place. 
Lance lets out huff. “Nah, just a bruise from training.”
Keith furrows his brows before he leans his head forward to look over a dark
shoulder, probably to check for said bruise judging by the careful prodding
hand on his ass. It stops as soon as a hiss escapes Lance’s lips. 
“Yup, right there”, Lance laughs halfheartedly. 
“Sorry”, Keith mumbles. He turns his head and nuzzles his nose against the side
of his throat. An affectionate gesture which he already used to do before he
turned full galra. 
Lance manages to place a hand against the back of that mop of shaggy black hair
and runs his fingers through the wet locks. “S’okay, babe. It will heal.” 
A few moments pass again without a word being uttered. It’s a comfortable
silence with them contend to just be close to the other. Until Lance feels
something hot and rough leave a wet trail on his skin. A surprised noise
escapes his lips when the tickling gets replaced by a pressure on his skin as
Keith begins to suckle on a spot at his throat. He knows that feeling well.
“You’ll leave a mark”, he complains and tries to get the lips off by pulling at
the wet tresses between his fingers, but to no avail. It just motivates Keith
to apply more force into the sucking and boy will that leave a hickey behind.
Everyone will see it, know what they did. 
Despite his former voiced protest his dick twitches at that thought, that
little traitor. Keith has a knack for leaving marks behind, which show everyone
that Lance belongs to him. And who is Lance to deny his boyfriend such a
trivial matter? 
The lips on his neck ascend until they come to rest against the shell of his
ear, hot puffs of air caressing the flesh, making goose bumps rise on his body.
“Back in the training room I could smell your arousal.” The voice is husky,
deep and gives Lance shivers, the good kind. “You liked how easily I beat you
there in front of our teammates.” 
The brunet feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment at being caught. He didn’t
know Keith could smell his arousal back during training. He knew that Lance
liked it. Damn this new galran powers. But two can play that game. Biting onto
his lower lip to stop the grin from displaying, he turns his head to the side
and presses his mouth against one furry ear. “I missed you, babe. Missed your
touch. I felt cold sleeping on my own in my bed. You weren’t there to warm me
up, to help me relax after a long day of fighting against the Galra or
establishing new alliances for the coalition.” His hand in the hair starts to
slowly rub through raven tresses. “How I missed your body pressed against mine,
your hands on my skin, burning their way over my body. And your lips marking me
for the whole world to see that I am yo–”
And just like that Keith moves into action, the grip on Lance’s body turning
strong as he pushes him back against the wall–protecting his head with a hand
before it could collide against the hard surface and probably earn him a
concussion–Lance lets out a gasp at the cold touch of the tiles, a harsh
contrast to the burning furnace that is Keith’s body. He watches as his
boyfriend kneels in front of him, grabs one leg and hauls it over his shoulder,
which has Lance hold onto his broad shoulders for support. 
With eyes a smoldering golden color the hybrid looks up at him, which can only
be described as hungry. Lance gulps. Maybe he did kinda exaggerate? A bit. “Um,
Keith?” A yelp cuts off his sentence when Keith opens his mouth, sharpened
teeth glinting from the dim light around them, and takes his cock in one big
gulp, which has Lance’s head spinning for a moment at the warm, wet heat
surrounding his sensitive prick.
His upper body jerks forward, fingers digging into the hard flesh of purple
shoulders, but Keith keeps one hand on his waist so that he won’t push further
into his mouth without him wanting to. Fuck, fuck, fuck, it’s nearly too much
too soon and Lance digs his teeth into his lip to not cum on the spot–it has
definitely been too long since his last jerk-off session. “B-babe, please, it’s
too much”, he breathes out and is part grateful that his boyfriend moves his
mouth back and part mourning the loss of the heat. 
“You afraid of them?”, Keith asks and waits until Lance’s meets his eyes before
he opens his mouth and swipes his tongue over the sharpened ends of his teeth.
Fangs. “I promise, I won’t bite lil’ Lancey”, he says, lips curling into a
smirk as he sees tanned cheeks heat up. Oh he absolutely loves to make Lance
blush. 
“I-it’s not about your teeth, mullet”, Lance counters and yelps when he gets a
harsh nip against the inside of his thigh in retaliation for the nickname Keith
absolutely detests. 
“Then what?”, the raven demands, seeming to be fed up with all the
interruptions.
Lance’s head thuds softly against the tiles behind him as he closes his eyes
before he elaborates, “Just… keep it slow. It has been awhile.” When he peeks
one eye open and finds a coy smirk on his boyfriend’s lips, he knows he just
made his ego boost. Damn. 
“You know that someone will come look for us if we are late for dinner”, Keith
states casually, lips brushing against the cockhead in front of him. Lance lets
out a gasp at the feeling, glaring halfheartedly down at him for his teasing.
The raven pushes his tongue out to lick at the soft velvet flesh, savoring the
taste of precum when one drop slips through the slit. 
Lance’s hand on his shoulder twitches as he feels the hand on his thigh slowly
make its way up towards the back, over a cheek to rest over the crack of his
ass, middle finger diving in-between to brush the length over his hole. All the
while he places kisses on the length of his dick, from the tip to the base
before he nuzzles his nose into the pubic bone beside his dick. “Did lil’
Lancey miss me?”
“God, Keith, you’re such a tease”, Lance whines as he tries to pull his head
back but again his attempt doesn’t face Keith one bit. 
The tip of the finger pushes at the rim of his hole, not penetrating, just
rubbing in circles over it. “What do you want me to do, loverboy?”, Keith asks,
teasingly blowing a hot puff of air towards his twitching dick. 
The brunet groans and curses to no end in his mind, before he replies with a
desperate note in his voice, “Just suck me off, damn it.” He feels the
shoulders under him shake from laughter but doesn’t give a fuck for once when
he sees Keith open his mouth to wrap his lips around the tip of his cock, this
time he doesn’t descend further for Lance to get used to the sensation again.
Simultaneously his finger gently prods his rim until it gives way and takes it
in. In his galra form the digit is a little thicker, but the breach still feels
familiar. 
A mewl leaves his lips, fingers fisting in the hair, this time not pulling but
pushing against the head, indicating the raven to go further which he does,
inch by inch he swallows more of Lance’s dick. He alternates between sucking
and licking until he finally manages to reach the base with his lips and Lance
has to swallow, eyes half-lidded as he gazes down, watches his boyfriend work
on his cock, feels the finger in his ass go deeper, rub over his inner walls.
The hand holding him straight and against the tiles is hot on his skin, on the
verge of bruising, but only if he’d brace himself against him–but he won’t
because it feels fan-fucking-tastic and he can’t wait for them to get into the
privacy of either their bedrooms to finally fuck properly. God how he yearns
for his cock to fill him, it’s a hunger which will finally be sated tonight. 
A wet pop joins the drum of the water cascading down on their bodies as Keith
lets his dick go to suckle on the cockhead, lapping the fluids off the crown,
earning him a moan from the brunet. Golden eyes watch the needy look he
receives from Lance, as he drags his rough tongue over the hard flesh in front
of him. His finger slips free to grab the base of Lance’s beautiful shaped cock
while he goes back to swallow the upper half. After that it takes a minute or
two before Lance’s leg on his shoulder quivers and he cums into the hot cavern
of his mouth, ropes of warm liquid filling it until he greedily swallows what
he gets. All the while his eyes stay on Lance’s blissed out face. How he missed
to see him like this. How often he yearned to have him back, to be close to
him. 
“Kei”, Lance sighs out as he cups the side of his jaw to run his thumb over the
purple skin. Keith smiles against the digit–that is a nickname he can
tolerate. 
One last kiss on the slackening dick, then he puts Lance’s leg down and finally
stands back up to tower yet again over his boyfriend. It’s strange to be so
much taller than Lance but he can get used to it. He raises a hand towards the
face of the brunet to brush the hair out of his forehead, it has gotten kinda
long over the time in space. 
“I’m kinda hungry”, Lance admits, when he has caught his breath after a few
moments. Their eyes meet before blue travels down over purple skin, tracing the
path of the water…
But Keith takes his face into his hand and bends it up to take a kiss. “Lets
finish cleaning up”, he says against his lips. “The others are probably
waiting.”
Lance wants to ask if Keith doesn’t want to get off himself, but the raven is
already leaving the shower stall, so he snaps his mouth shut and hurries to
scrub his body clean. They still got time tonight.
***** Two *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the delay. Hope this makes up for the long wait ｍ（｡≧ _ ≦｡）ｍ
See the end of the chapter for more notes
They get scolded once again by the princess before dinner for “intercourse in a
public place”. Not the first time she has to use this choice of words. And
probably not the last. 
They’re still young and apart from risking their lives every day for the
greater good there’s not much they can do to enjoy life. And with only five
individuals from the same planet abroad it’s hard to find someone you care
about during a space war. 
Even less than five, Pidge is only sister material; Hunk is straight and
obviously harbors feelings for Shay, and Shiro is indeed good-looking but often
acts more like a dad than like the young adult he’s supposed to be. And somehow
Lance gets the feeling that he and Allura are making eyes at each other. Which
leaves only Keith as a potential love interest. Even if he’s hot tempered and
sports a mullet. 
Still they managed to go from rivals to teammates to friends to lovers over the
months they have spent in space. 
And now Keith is looking like the Galra and has joined the Blade. Everything is
just peachy.
*
“How does it feel to be galra?”, Hunk asks as he places a bowl with green food
goo in front of Keith, whose lips curl in disgust at their supposed meal.
“Not much different. My senses are sharper, but apart from that…”
“Bet you can lift double the amount from before”, Pidge chimes in, eyeing the
mark left on Lance’s neck, who’s sitting opposite from her and next to Keith.
Lance clamps a hand over the spot and glares at her. She just coils her lips
into a grin but focuses back on Keith. “You got night vision?”
Keith nods as an answer to both questions as he takes the spoon and hesitantly
digs it into the slimy clump. Hunk furrows his brows at that behavior.
“Something wrong?”
The hybrid hesitantly looks up, “It’s just that I used to eat something else at
the Blade’s. I kind of forgot that we eat thishere.”
“Like what?”
“Something not translucent.”
“You mean meat?”, Hunk concludes and gets a nod as confirmation. 
“I suppose we could make a detour to a planet and buy meat at a local market”,
Coran cuts in, twirling one end of his mustache between his fingers in
thought. 
“Or we could visit the nearest planet”, Keith suggests carefully. “That’s how
we got our food.”
“You hunted”, Lance asks surprised.
“It is really easy when you get the hang of it”, Keith explains, “and in this
form I’m even faster.”
Everyone musters the raven, still surprised and a little shocked on the
Alteans’ part. “Um”, the princess starts, trying to contain her composure,
“would it be alright if you wait until tomorrow? It’s not really safe to visit
an unknown planet at night.”
“Yeah, sure. Thanks, Allura”, Keith answers more relieved that the woman
accepts his new eating habits than worried that he will have to wait until the
next day to get something to eat. Luckily he ate plenty the day before he left
the Blade.
“Hey, Keith, you in for some video games?”, Pidge chimes in, already getting up
from her seat.
Golden eyes stray towards the brunet beside him, still eating his serving of
goo. When Lance notices his stare, he offers a smile. “Go, I’ll join you
later.” Keith nods and follows the girl out of the room.
As soon as both have left the room all remaining eyes stray towards the brunet
who has turned his attention back on his meal until he feels their gazes rest
on him. “What?”, he asks with his mouth full.
“You have to be careful, Lance”, Allura starts and by the tone in her voice he
already knows it’s going to be a ‘mom talk’. Yikes. “Keith is still new to this
form and you are fragile.”
“Please, Allura, we know what we’re doing.”
“He could seriously hurt you”, Hunk cuts in, “not purposefully. You saw how
easily he beat us. We’re just worried, man.”
“Maybe you should wait until he’s back to normal”, Shiro suggests and that
snaps the final thread.
“Look, I’m flattered that you worry so much about me. But we don’t know when
Keith will turn back and I missed him so much. It doesn’t matter to me how he
looks or what he’s capable of doing, I just…”, he hesitates for a second, “we
don’t know how long he’ll stay, so I want to be as close to him as possible
during his stay. So please, no more lectures. I promise we’ll be extra
careful.” When he finishes he looks them into the eyes, hoping to find
acceptance in their expressions. 
“Just don’t do stuff in public areas”, Shiro requests defeatedly. 
Lance feels his cheeks heat up, opens his mouth for a retort, then closes it
because he can’t really give assurance to that. 
*
He finds his boyfriend engaged in a serious battle against Pidge in the gaming
room. And it seems like Keith is losing yet again. No wonder, Pidge and him
spent a lot of free time with gambling over the last month. It is the only
activity which keeps Lance’s mind occupied enough to stop him from missing his
boyfriend. 
Smiling fondly down at the two, he takes a seat behind them, placing the tray
with glasses of milkshakes next to him. If Keith has to wait until tomorrow for
proper food, he can at least drink a milkshake, something not made out of goo.
He patiently stays silent until Pidge has won the round and congratulates her
for winning, which earns him a sore pout from his boyfriend. Aww. It looks
really cute when his ears twitch by his sides, lips drawn into a pout, figure
hunched. He’s really smitten by this other form of Keith. “Wanna try this,
babe?”, he offers a glass, shaking it a little in front of Keith’s face, who
gingerly snags the drink from his hand. Pidge grabs the other one and for a
moment the room is filled with the slurping sounds of the two. 
“Ready for another loss?”, Pidge challenges, mocking grin splitting her face. 
Keith furrows his brows but before he can counter, Lance nudges him with his
shoulder. “Gimme that”, he snags the controller out of his grasp and makes
himself comfortable next to him. “Don’t worry, I’ll avenge your honor, babe.
You’ll pay, gremlin”, Lance challenges with a determined grin on his lips.
“We’ll see, Cedro.”
Oh, he’s so going to kick her ass. 
An hour later Lance has to accept that he won’t be able to impress his
boyfriend with his gaming skills against Pidge. That gremlin somehow won every
damn round and now Lance can’t feel his fingers anymore to properly operate his
character. “Sorry, babe”, he apologizes, head hanging low. 
He’s surprised when Keith leans over to nuzzle his cheek with his own in a
comforting manner. “You did good. We’ll beat her another time”, he encourages
and sneaks a hand around Lance’s waist to press him up against his side. 
“Nuh uh, no PDA in this room”, Pidge scolds, making a disgusted face. “Go into
your rooms.” 
Lance blushes when he feels the hand on his waist stray lower towards his
backside. 
“Keith!”, the girl shrieks the moment said man creeps up a hand beneath the
fabric of Lance’s pants, who himself has also made some noise of surprise at
feeling his flesh groped. The grin on Keith’s face is teasing, canines glinting
from the light of the tv. “Get out!”, Pidge shouts, grabs a pillow and throws
it towards the hybrid, who manages to duck. 
“C’mon, babe”, Lance whines and wiggles his butt to get the hand away from his
ass before he gets a boner and startles the poor girl even more. Another pat
against Keith’s shoulder finally gets him going–probably because he can smell
Lance’s oncoming arousal. He just can’t help himself with Keith still clad in
his skin-tight marmora suit and groping him, bodies pressed close together for
Lance to feel all the hard planes of his galran body.
The brunet curses in his mind when he feels himself being lifted by said
boyfriend, hand splayed over the bare cheeks of his ass as he holds him against
his body while standing up. Lance blushes yet again from witnessing this
display of muscle power.
He slings an arm around Keith’s neck to angle the front of his body away from
the girl’s eyes in hope of covering his arousal, which by this time is plain to
see in his pants. Stupid mullet, he curses as he catches a smirk pulling at the
corners of Keith’s mouth. Oh he so knows what he’s doing to him. 
The door slides open the moment something smacks against the back of his skull.
“Why me?”, he shouts over his shoulder, glaring at the girl.
“Uh, what’s going on?”, comes the careful voice of Hunk through the small
opening but is ignored by the others. 
“Because it’s your fault he got like this! Before you came, we were just
playing games”, Pidge complains, another pillow ready in her hand. 
Lance’s cheeks flare at her accusation while Keith fails to stifle an amused
snort. Oh he’s so going to suffer for this later! “Excuse you, gremlin, I just
wanted to spend some time with my boyfriend–”
“Fine, do that, but not in here”, Pidge cuts in.
“Guys”, Hunk tries meekly. Again no one cares.
“We are not always thinking about sex!”, the brunet defends, but regrets it a
second later when he feels Keith’s hand tighten its hold on his butt and
squeeze, which has Lance clamp a hand over his mouth to muffle a whimper. That
fucking bruise again. 
“Guys.” In the moment of silence Hunk finally manages to get everyone’s
attention. “Allura said if you don’t calm down, she’ll have you do some extra
training exercises before bed.”
“Please no”, Lance whines and pounds his free hand against Keith’s mighty
chest. “Move, mullet, I don’t wanna do extra anything.” And to his utter
gratefulness Keith really does move. 
When they pass Hunk, the boy finally notices Keith’s hand in Lance’s pants and
just shakes his head in defeat. 
“Night, guys”, Lance shouts over the shoulder of his boyfriend as he heads in
the direction of their bedrooms. 
He hears some similar voiced shouts back. And then he finally sacks down
against the buff chest. “Was that really necessary? You could have just told me
that you wanted to get out”, he chides halfheartedly against the side of
Keith’s neck. Even that part is covered by the suit. 
“Nah, that way it was more fun”, the ravens reveals and gets a slap against his
pec in retaliation, which he just comments with a mild huff. 
*
Arriving in his room, Keith drops the boy onto his bed, following immediately
so that they’re both seated on the sheets. His eyes travel over the front of
Lance’s body, resting on the visible bulge in his pants. 
“Uh, I wouldn’t mind some light?”, comes the hesitant voice of the brunet and
Keith watches him paw at his surroundings. Oh yeah, light. He totally forgot
his night vision. 
He stretches for the light switch and adjusts the brightness to a hazy blue. 
Lance still has to blink for his eyes to adjust. “Thanks.” The next moment he
lets out a squeak when Keith manhandles him until he’s lying on his back with
the hybrid hovering right above him. And Lance lets him do it willingly,
because God, it’s so hot. Keith knows that Lance has a thing for being thrown
around by him, especially in bed, but right now he’s topping it even more. His
dick is so fucking hard in his pants it’s almost hurting. They need to be taken
off now.
“Someone’s eager”, Lance teases to overact his own craving. 
“Says the one who got aroused during training exercise”, Keith retorts smugly
as he watches tanned cheeks get a burgundy flush. 
“Don’t judge me. With you looking like this, it’s hard not to… feel something”,
he finishes lamely. Keith chuckles in amusement, golden eyes shining warmly and
Lance feels himself ache for more of that. His hand moves down towards the
bulge in his pants, palming the hardness. When Keith tracks the motion Lance
smiles smugly.
It seems like Keith came to the same conclusion that Lance’s pants should be
taken off because he beats Lance to opening the front of his pants and pulling
them off him in one go–including his underwear. Lance feels his cheeks heat up
at the procedure, heart starting up its rhythm at the change in the other’s
expression. Golden eyes glowing, lips curled and exposing his canines–Keith
looks ready to devour him.
A pleasant shiver runs over his spine, breath hiccuping as the other leans down
to lick up a trail from the base to the tip of his hard dick. His tongue is
even rougher, which is feeling marvelous against the smooth, sensitive skin of
his dick. And it gets even better when Keith lets his tongue swirl around the
tip, pushing against the slit, luring even more precum to seep out, which he
eagerly scoops up. 
“K-Keith”, Lance’s manages to call between heavy pants. His head lolls to the
side as he watches his boyfriend pay attention to his dick for a few more
seconds until he moves up to nibble a way on his bronze skin, pushing the
offending material of his shirt up until he reaches a nipple. Sucking it
between his still kissable looking lips, Lance feels the sharp tips of his
canines graze the sensitive bud and automatically arches into the touch,
pushing his chest against the mouth. A low chuckle rumbles against his skin
before Keith lets go to meet Lance’s desperate gaze. 
The tip of his tongue darts out to lick over his lips. “Still unsure about my
change of appearance?” His voice is smug, like playing with Lance’s body is not
turning him on immensely. 
Blue eyes trail over the body above him, from the muscular arms to the buff
chest down his narrow waist until it rests on the place between his legs, where
he knows Keith’s dick is. But he’s still wearing that fucking marmora suit,
which he does look delectable in, but it’s also hiding perfectly how hard his
dick must be. It’s frustrating to no end. And he doesn’t know how to get Keith
out of this suit. 
“C’mon, babe, it’s unfair for me if you stay clothed. I wanna touch you too.”
He’s especially curious about the appearance of his dick. Back in the showers
he didn’t get a proper look. How does a galra dick look exactly?
Another chuckle rumbles above him and he whips his eyes back up. “You sure are
impatient today.” And that’s coming from the guy who basically groped him in
front of their poor teammate. 
Lance is proud that he manages to sound confident, “Well, duh, if my boyfriend
leaves me alone for a whole month… it’s not like I could go to someone else to
get fu–” A yelp cuts off his sentence as Keith suddenly grabs his wrists to pin
them against the mattress, body coming closer until only an inch separates
them, his face hovering above Lance’s. The mirth is gone, replaced by a serious
frown, lips open to show his sharp canines. He looks dangerous.
“You better not finish that sentence”, he growls in a menacing voice, which
elicits a shiver prickling down Lance’s body. His breath hitches in his throat
at the sudden possessive behavior. Biting onto his lower lip he prays that the
helpless twitch of his dick doesn’t reveal how turned on he is. Fuck, having a
possessive half-galra boyfriend is fucking arousing. The pressure on his wrists
intensifies, “Do you understand?”
“Y-yes”, Lance helplessly whimpers, nodding for emphasis.
Keith takes a heavy breath before he lets go of the wrists to sit back up on
his legs. He suddenly looks unsure. “Look, there’s something you need to know
about uh… about a part of me.”
Lance raises his eyebrows in wonder at the sudden change of demeanor. “You
talking about your dick?” A nod as a response. “I was wondering about it. Does
it look hideous now?” He’s meaning this as a joke but the serious frown of the
other man makes his grin vanish. He pushes himself up until he halfway sits and
keeps himself upright with an arm behind him as support. “Sorry, that was
lame.” Keith still looks sour. “C’mon, I don’t believe that with you looking
like this”, he uses his free hand to gesture to his whole appearance, “your
dick will look nothing but stunning.” 
Now he loops his free arm around the other’s neck to get closer, even if the
position is straining his lower back, “But for the unlikely possibility that
galran dicks don’t look appealing, I don’t care. I love you because you’re you,
and not because you’ve got a beautiful dick.” He leans forward to snatch a kiss
from Keith, simultaneously pulling his other hand forward to press it against
the front of the suit where he assumes Keith’s dick must be. His eyes grow big
as he feels up the huge bulge hidden behind the smooth surface of the garment. 
A huff from the hybrid breaks the kiss, lips curling as he watches the brunet
gape at him, tanned cheeks getting darker as he probably tries to make out
exactly how big Keith is now. Lance seems at a loss for words, so Keith decides
to just get it over with. Reaching behind himself, he unclasps the back of the
collar for the suit to split into halves at his back. With Lance in front of
him, it takes a few seconds to separate the fabric from the upper half of his
body. For the lower half he’ll need to stand up, but Lance is still clinging
onto him in shock. Therefore he grabs the hand still pawing at the front of his
suit and guides it between the garment and his body to press it onto his dick,
which twitches after being freed from the tight confines of the suit. It’s
really not pleasant to get hard in this suit. 
A gasp leaves Lance’s mouth when he’s finally able to feel exactly how big his
boyfriend is now. And he is big, god. He lets his fingers feel their way from
the sleek wet tip down over the stiff veiny shaft, which doesn’t feel much
different from before apart from its girth, and finally stops at the base
because that part feels different. His fingers start to prod around the flesh,
noting two globelike elevations. He raises an eyebrow in question and meets his
boyfriend’s gaze. 
“It’s a knot”, Keith elaborates. At the puzzled blink from the brunet he adds,
“During intercourse it expands to lock both partners together for a couple
amounts of time. To keep the seed inside and improve the chances for
pregnancy.” He feels his own cheeks heat up after the explanation and the
memory of Kolivan telling him about this specific detail of galran anatomy. It
was not a pleasant talk. 
“Um, o-kay”, Lance starts, still fascinated by the moulds and Keith has to bite
back a moan because the touch feels really good, which Lance doesn’t seem to
realize. “And you didn’t tell me about it right away because you’re afraid to
hurt me during sex?”
Keith nods, ears twitching at his sides, which has Lance stifle another coo at
the sheer cuteness of the act. He doesn’t want his boyfriend to be in a bad
mood again. Not when he’s about to get fucked real’ good. At least he hopes
so. 
“Galra who receive the knot have the ability to slick their entrance and for
them it feels amazing.”
Another raised eyebrow from the brunet. “Do I have to get territorial?”
Keith snorts, “Of me getting a sex talk from Kolivan?”
Lance blinks, and blinks… and bursts out laughing. He can’t help but laugh at
the admittance; Kolivan explaining to Keith how galran sex works is just a
hilarious image. “Did he show you some galran porn?”, he asks, wiggling his
eyebrows suggestively and gets flicked on his forehead as an answer. “Ouch”, he
rubs over the abused skin with his free hand.
“Serves you right. If you keep talking about Kolivan we might as well go to
sleep”, Keith says grouchily, ears twitching in exasperation at his sides. 
Lance’s lips morph into a wicked smile as he moves his hand back up, giving the
shaft a few well placed strokes. The hot flesh pulses in his grasp. “Oh, I
wouldn’t be so sure about that. This little guy”, he tips with a finger against
the head of the dick, “is begging for my attention.” His blue eyes rake over
the hard lilac shimmering flesh with the dark purple head, mouth watering
automatically. Keith’s new dick looks really appealing. “And I have to admit”,
he continues while his eyes go back up to meet golden orbs, “I’m really curious
about the taste of galran cum.”
Keith’s lips open, exposing the sharp canines which gleam in the half-light of
the room; his eyes glow intensely in a dark gold and Lance feels his neck
prickle from the predator-like expression he receives. Before he’s able to
react, his hand is ripped away from between Keith’s thighs and he’s thrown back
onto the mattress, resuming his earlier position with Keith looming over him.
Lance has got only a moment to catch his breath before Keith rocks his pelvis
forcefully down onto him, simultaneously capturing his lips in a heated kiss,
all tongues and teeth, which takes the breath out of him. His skin burns where
the fabric of Keith’s suit drags over his bare skin and he tries to wriggle
away from the sensation, his dick too sensitive for such kind of drag. 
“O-off”, he manages to gasp into the kiss and luckily Keith stops long enough
to push the suit off his lower body, which gives Lance the time to catch a few
more gulps of air before his lips are occupied again. Now the only article of
clothing separating them from touching fully is Lance’s shirt. But currently no
one pays it attention because both are focused on the sensation of their hard
lengths rubbing against another as Keith rocks down. The drag feels deliciously
agonizing, really not enough to give both parties much stimulation but with
Keith still pinning him down, Lance can’t do much but return the kisses with
his own vigor, praying that his boyfriend will move at some point. He really
needs that dick moving inside him, thrilled to experience what a knot feels
like. His mind is too muddled to ponder over the possible sensation of being
knotted right now. 
Speaking of, he kinda needs air if he wants to witness that scenario the next
minutes. Therefore he moves his head to the side to unlatch Keith’s lips from
his, leaving his mouth open and just breathing. His boyfriend doesn’t seem to
mind, because he latches his mouth onto the bronze skin of his neck,
alternating between sucking and nibbling, still holding his hands prison and
grinding down. 
“Fuck, Keith, I need more”, Lance pants, and groans when he feels sharp canines
prickle the sensitive skin of his neck. Keith absolutely adores marking him in
all places possible and it would be a lie if he’d say that it’s not hot to see
himself in the mirror with all the purple hickeys adorning his bronze skin.
Knowing that by tomorrow he’s going to be littered in purple marks, makes his
blood boil with want. 
When Keith moves back from marking his neck, mustering his work and deeming it
acceptable, Lance catches his eyes. “Please, babe”, he begs, not a bit ashamed
how needy he sounds, because to be frank, begging always gets him what he wants
in the end. 
And indeed the raven lifts the grip on his wrists and Lance is finally able to
dive his hand between their bodies and wrap it around their aching flesh, just
barely managing to enwrap both with his fingers before he starts to move, the
combined precum providing some kind of lubrication. He doesn’t plan to do that
long, just a few strokes to ease the ache. His other hand cups the nape of
Keith’s neck to pull him in close again and latch his mouth onto the lilac
skin, sucking a mark of his own into the flesh. Keith lets out a grunt at the
sensation. When he’s finished he moves his lips up until they rest against a
bushy ear. “Fuck me. I want to feel your knot”, the words spill over his lips
as a whisper, leaving his tongue heavy in his mouth from how much he craves to
be filled. He won’t accept anything else but Keith’s dick inside him, reaching
deep, filling him with his cum, marking his insides. 
A growl rumbles through the chest above him, more primal than human and Lance
shivers at how animalistic it sounds. The next moment his hand is wrenched away
from their dicks and in a matter of seconds hot wetness encases his hard flesh,
sucking on the tip before going further down. Lance opens his mouth in a
surprised moan, hand grabbing fistful of raven locks and trying to pull Keith
off him. To no avail. 
“Keith, I’m–”, he starts his protest, but is cut off by another moan when Keith
pulls off with a pop to suckle at his balls while his hand glides over the
shaft, movement smooth from the spit covering the flesh. “Stop–” This time it’s
a nip against the inside of his thigh which cuts him off. “Ah”, and the mouth
is back on his dick, fantastic. Lance is on the verge of coming and usually
that’d be something he likes, but right now it’s just fucking frustrating that
his boyfriend is ignoring his plea. That stupid mullet. 
Before his other hand finds its way into raven locks, it’s gripped by one of
Keith’s and pinned down beside his thigh. A low grumble leaves the hybrid’s
lips, reverberating through his dick which is ultimately his undoing. His hips
jerk as he comes, breath leaving his chest as he spills into the awaiting
mouth. Fuck.
Keith swallows, letting some amount spill over his lips. When Lance is finished
he lifts his head and looks through the fringe of his hair towards the brunet.
And it’s an absolute sinful sight he displays, eyes glowing golden, lips
stained white from the spilled cum, which trickles down his chin onto the body
under him. If Lance hadn’t come already, he’d surely do it now. 
“That was mean”, he whines out of breath, rubbing a hand over his forehead
which is soaked with sweat. “I said fuck me, not blow me.”
White rows of teeth glint as his lips slide into a cat-like grin. Keith looks
entirely too smug for Lance’s liking. Lifting a foot, Lance aims to kick his
side, but his ankle is grabbed before he can even touch him. A surprised noise
escapes his mouth when he’s yanked down the mattress, positioning him right
under Keith’s buff chest, so the hybrid is able to reach his lips for a kiss,
in which Lance can taste himself on his boyfriend’s tongue. His gut tingles
from the taste, fingers reaching up to touch the smooth upper body, mapping the
planes of muscles, running over well-shaped pecs and abs down towards the still
hard galran dick. It’s still sticky from fresh precum so the jerks are
easy–Lance uses both hands for pleasure. A soft rumble reaches his ears, coming
from the chest above him and he can’t help but huff into the kiss, which earns
him a bite on his lower lip. 
Lance can feel fresh drops of precum drip from the slit, hot on his fingers and
he takes the chance to moisten two before he dives down between his own legs to
prod at his hole. When the fluid touches the skin of his rim it starts to
tingle. A small gasp of surprise gets Keith’s attention, ears twitching as he
bends his neck to gaze down between them, seeing Lance’s hand disappearing
between his opened legs. 
Keith’s nostrils flare when the brunet pops one digit inside, moan escaping his
lips, his other hand stuttering in his ministration on Keith’s dick. It gives
Keith the opportunity to snatch both wrists in his own hands and pin them yet
again by Lance’s side. Gold meets blue as the hybrid gazes haughtily down at
his partner. “I didn’t say you could finger yourself.”
Lance wrinkles his nose in annoyance, “And I told you to fuck me.”
The raven lets out an amused huff, leaning down until his face rests inches
above Lance’s. His voice is a low rumble, “I didn’t say I wouldn’t.” Sharp
canines graze the flesh just under his jaw before he moves his lips further
down over the bunched shirt towards a dusky nipple, nibbling at the bud, then
sucking until it coaxes a mewl out of the brunet. Only then does he move
towards the other, repeating the procedure. He loves to make Lance crazy with
paying attention to his nipples. 
“Ah, K-keith”, Lance whines, trying to wriggle out of his grasp which makes
Keith only apply more force into the sucking and Lance has to give up and
endure his ministrations. His dick is lying on his stomach, sticky from his own
release and seeming to slowly gain interest again. Lance huffs out a laugh,
surprised by his libido. When Keith’s lips start their slow descend on his
upper body, Lance lets out another whine in protest. Damn that mullet and his
teasing, he has to fucking hurry up! His muscles twitch when Keith bites onto a
part of tanned skin on the side of his stomach, sucking the flesh between his
lips until a nice purple mark is blooming, only then does he proceed his way
south. 
Warm lips brush over his semi-hard cock, smearing the mess on his flesh, before
the tip of his tongue teasingly prods at the head still hidden by the foreskin.
That is the point when Lance has enough. He wrenches his wrists out of Keith’s
grasp–probably only because the hybrid is letting him–rips his damn shirt off
and buries his hands in the black mop of hair to push his head down, or at
least he tries. Keith huffs out a laugh at his antics. 
“Oh, c’mon babe”, he whines and pushes harder, careful not to press down on his
ears. “I wanna feel you inside me, please, please, please…” 
Between his outstretched arms he can see Keith dip his head upward to lock eyes
with him; amusement, fondness and desire are reflected in the golden orbs and
Lance’s chest tightens at this familiar look. He has seen it countless times in
the past, only this time his eyes are golden and not violet. But Lance still
feels his skin tingle from its intensity. The fingers in the raven locks clench
as he beckons the raven with a pull to move up for a much needed kiss. Not
filthy, not hungry, just a touch to convey feelings. 
“I missed you so much”, Lance mumbles against the other’s lips after they
parted. He feels his eyes moisten and hastily grabs around his head to press
Keith’s face against his chest to ultimately bury his own face into the bush of
raven locks in hope to hide his tears. He doesn’t want Keith to think him a
crybaby–after all it was just a month, but god, in a war every day can be the
last day and not seeing Keith every day, going to bed and not knowing if his
boyfriend is also still alive… it’s hard. Agonizing. 
A warm hand caresses the side of his head, so big, touch yet still familiar.
Soft puffs of air brush over his skin; Keith stays silent as Lance’s chest
heaves from the effort not to cry. 
A minute or two later when Lance is confident enough that he won’t turn into a
soggy mess, he lets out a sigh and looses the grip in shaggy hair so Keith is
finally free to move, which he does after a nuzzle against his chest. 
“I missed you too, loverboy”, Keith says with a toothy grin at which Lance
can’t help but burst out laughing. The raven joins him a moment later.
“That’s such a stupid nickname”, Lance says after rubbing at the wetness in his
eyes, tears a mix of both sadness and joy. 
“Oh, I think it fits you perfectly”, Keith states, grin now sly.
The brunet coils his lips and brushes a finger over the middle of the lilac
chest covered by a thin sheen of sweat. Probably from keeping his new instincts
under control which must be exerting to some kind. “You’re the only one I’m
interested in.”
“You mean, I’m the only one who’s capable of handling you without going
insane”, Keith corrects him mockingly. 
At that Lance makes a theatrical gasp. “I am not exhausting to handle, take
that back, mullet!” He crosses his arms and glares with a pout on his lips.
Which doesn’t look much intimidating with him being naked and hard. 
Keith chuckles and moves a hand towards his face which is slapped away
immediately, blue eyes only intensifying in their piercing color. “Fine”, he
says, “I take it back”, Lance’s posture relaxes, “you are only a handful to
handle.” Then he flips the brunet onto his stomach–who’s sputtering in
indignation and surprise–and attacks his uncovered sides with the tips of his
fingers. 
Seconds later Lance is cackling. “Stop! K-keith–ah–B–babe”, he pleads between
gasps of laughter but Keith is unyielding in his ministration. “I yield,
p–please!”, Lance tries again and in fact Keith stops his tickle attack. Lance
takes the opportunity to catch his breath. His sides tingle from the onslaught.
“That was mean”, he complains between gulps of air. 
A brush against his spine as Keith noses over the skin while his hands massage
the spots he formerly tickled–a silent apology. A breath of air, accompanied by
a wet touch, while thumbs dig into the small of Lance’s back, massaging the
knots from training. 
Lance hums appreciatively and beds his head onto his crossed arms, eyeing his
boyfriend over his shoulder, who meets his gaze as he lets his tongue trail
over tanned skin. “More marks?”, he asks after awhile as he feels Keith suck a
bruise onto his back. 
“You don’t like it?”, comes Keith’s counter question. It’s rhetorical. Both of
them already know the answer. “Or did you have other plans?”
“You mean something involving to get naked?” Lance presses casually, already
feeling the hands on his hips twitch. He waits a few seconds before he gives a
proper answer, “Nah, just wondered if that stuff is a galran thing.” He feels
the lips leave his skin, the warmth of Keith’s body moving lower. 
“Stop thinking so much.” At the brisk answer Lance snorts but obediently stays
silent, more eager for Keith to get on with his ministration. 
Lips are back at the small of his back–even there he leaves a mark–and trail
lower, mouthing over a globe of his ass, biting playfully at the supple flesh. 
“One bruise is enough”, Lance comments dryly and thankfully Keith forgoes
making a bruise on his ass. Sitting will be hard enough tomorrow.
Big hands splay over each globe, thumbs resting under the curve, and Lance
spreads his legs a little wider as Keith pulls, exposing his dusky pucker,
which already twitches in anticipation for what’s to come. Lance’s gut tingles
at the prospect of getting eaten out after such a long time. Even more with
Keith’s tongue having a rougher texture as a human’s. A warm puff of air
tickles over the cleft of his ass from Keith’s amused huff, probably smelling
Lance’s giddy arousal. 
A look over his shoulder reveals Keith licking his lips, eyes glinting hungrily
before he dives down to bury his face between his asscheeks. It starts with
laps, the rough texture already teasing in its touch, following with a prod and
finally a slow penetration with the muscle as his rim gives way. The brunet
gasps at the feeling of warm wetness as Keith licks inside, movement oh so
slow, the man savoring the moment.
“Ah”, Lance moans when the tongue rubs over his walls. It goes on for another
minute or so before the warm muscle is gone. Still he has not much time to
mourn the loss of contact, because of the tip of a thumb slipping in, wet from
saliva. It’s firmer than the tongue, rubbing stronger against his rim. 
“We need more than spit for me to fit”, Keith ascertains and Lance can’t move
fast enough, stretching his body towards the nightstand where he knows Keith
keeps the lube. Space lube. Looks the same, but tastes far better. Turned out
that aliens are kinky as fuck. 
He tosses the bottle behind himself and Keith fumbles for a bit before he’s
ready to wiggle his thumb back in, coating the rim with the gel–which starts to
loosen a little more–before he hooks his other thumb inside and carefully tugs
on the rim. Seconds later his tongue joins them, now able to explore the inside
more freely. 
A few minutes into the preparing Lance feels his dick harden back to its former
stiffness, dripping precum onto the sheet. He bites his lower lip and digs his
fingers into the pillow under him. One time Keith actually managed to get him
off just from eating him out and Lance desperately hopes that he’s not aiming
for that scenario this time. He wiggles his ass a little which earns him a low
hum vibrating over the rim. He buries his face into the pillow to hide the
mewl. 
Luckily Keith shows mercy and pulls his mouth off, instead replaces his thumb
with two fingers, which glide inside to start with the real preparation. In
this form Keith is bigger, thus Lance will need four fingers first before he
can take his galran dick. God, it’s only two fingers and Lance is already
impatient again for more. 
“I missed this view”, Keith admits as he brushes his free hand over Lance’s
lower back, golden eyes following its trail, fingertips dance over his spine,
raising goosebumps on bronze skin, while the fingers inside move deeper, joints
crooking and pressing against the bundle of nerves at the end. This time a
noise escapes Lance’s lips before he can stifle it with his pillow. The raven
smirks and repeats the motion, reveling in the reaction he elicits in his
boyfriend. 
“I’m glad you like me presenting my ass to you, but could you please hurry the
fu–”, Lance’s sentence is cut short by a squeak when he feels pain blossom in
his asscheek. “I-I said no biting on my ass!”, he complains as he looks over
his shoulder to watch Keith lick the abused skin. Great, now he’s got a bruise
on one cheek, and a bite mark on the other. 
Golden orbs glint mischievously as Keith meets his gaze. “Don’t be impatient”,
he reprimands jokily. His nostrils flare as he detects Lance’s arousal spike up
in its intensity, rim clenching around his digits inside. Saliva pools in his
mouth, mixing with the leftover blood on his gums. He swallows, leans down and
sucks on the moon shaped mark he left on a lighter colored globe. At the soft
mewls leaving Lance’s lips, his ears twitch, mouth coiling into a grin.
“D-damn you”, the brunet curses, albeit secretly reveling in the attention he
receives. After all it has been awhile since they were intimate with each
other. His hips jerk backward in a silent request for Keith to go a step
further. Which he does with pushing a third finger in, carefully probing and
lightly scissoring so that his rim will start to loosen gradually. Lance’s
teeth abuse his lower lip as he meets the thrusts of fingers and moans when
their tips brush up against his prostate. 
A look over his shoulder reveals that Keith has leaned back again, eyes focused
on the spot where his fingers disappear again and again. He’s rigid, Lance
notes. His chest is heaving and slightly glistening in the dim light. Lance
himself is sweating too but it’s from hotness not from holding himself back.
“Babe?”, he calls and gasps when he meets the golden gaze, orbs so dark from
hunger that he feels a shiver run over his back from the knowledge that it’s
him that Keith hungers for right now, more than anything else. He can feel his
dick twitch between his belly and mattress. 
Too mesmerized by that gaze he only partly realizes that a fourth finger is
added, which only makes itself known by the slight sting from adding it a tick
too soon. He bites down onto his lip to stop the hiss from escaping but Keith
still catches his expression before he’s able to turn his face back and
immediately withdraws his fingers entirely. 
“No”, Lance protests, halfway turning to properly face the hybrid, but is yet
again surprised by his sudden action when Keith rolls him on his back, only to
grab his hips and haul him upward onto his lap, hands wrapped securely around
his back to stabilize his position because Lance is a little distracted by the
sudden whiplash. “I still need to get accustomed to your swiftness”, he states,
looping his arms around Keith’s neck while he rests his forehead against
Keith’s, eyes closed for the moment. The hands move over the expanse of his
back, fingers softly rubbing in a soothing manner. 
“Sorry”, Keith says, brushing his lips over Lance’s. He pulls the smaller boy
closer and lifts his hips a little, guiding him until he can feel Lance’s rim
against the tip of his dick. 
Lance realizes his intention and lets his legs slide down the outside of
Keith’s thighs, so that he can support his own weight on his lower legs, his
hands grab at broad shoulders for support. In this position they’re at eye-
level due to Keith’s growth spurt. 
While their gazes are locked Keith moves one hand over the tip of his dick to
catch some of his precum only to push the coated fingers into Lance’s hole,
spreading the fluid over his rim and walls. Immediately Lance feels these parts
tingle, in a good way. He chases the feeling of being fucked by Keith’s fingers
as he moves his hips downward. 
Their lips meet as the fourth finger slips in, this time not stinging, even
when Keith scissors them, it doesn’t hurt much. As Lance cranes his neck to
catch his breath, Keith takes the chance to latch his lips onto the exposed
skin, sucking to leave another mark. In the meantime his hand grips Lance’s
waist to still his movement for him to pull his fingers out and grab his dick,
positioning the tip back against Lance’s loosened hole. 
He hears Lance’s heartbeat quicken, so he moves his lips to kiss a trail
upwards, nipping at the skin of Lance’s jaw, which coaxes the brunet to dip his
head forward again. “Yes”, Lance breathes out a second before he lowers his
hips. With the guidance of Keith’s hand his dick glides into him, flesh firm
and hot and oh so big. Halfway down Lance stops to take a breath, while Keith
moves his fingers in a circling motion over his lower back. Lance can see the
canines bore into his lip, face contorted in concentration, focussing onto the
skin under his hands, trying to ignore the urge to push upward and bury his
dick entirely in the wet heat. 
Lance cups his face with one hand, thumb brushing over Keith’s lower lip to
free it from his teeth. Droplets of blood pour from the small wounds, his thumb
smears them over the lip before he leans down to lick inside Keith’s mouth. He
doesn’t mind the metallic taste as he lifts his hips a little, then lowers
them, taking more of Keith inside. 
A throaty moan escapes the raven, a noise Lance longed to hear for awhile and
forgoes his aim to go slow and takes all of him in one go. This time Keith
isn’t fast enough to stop him, too distracted from the sensation of his dick
being fully buried inside his boyfriend. “Fu–uck”, Lance moans, fingers
squeezing at shoulder and neck, chest heaving.
“Idiot”, Keith chides as he grabs Lance’s hips to pull him upward, cursing
silently because of the sensation–he needs every ounce of self control not to
thrust up and bury himself back up to the hilt in that wonderful tight heat of
the brunet. 
Lance fumbles his hand between their bodies, grabbing his hardened length and
giving it a few jerks to overwrite the pain with pleasure. It works somehow and
Lance moans when Keith dips his head down to latch onto a nipple, massaging the
bud with his tongue. His free hand pats at Keith’s shoulder as a sign to let
him go down which Keith does, but this time he keeps his hands on tanned hips
and guides his boyfriend down. It still stings a little but when Lance finally
takes everything he can’t help but moan at the sensation of being so full. It
feels good to have such girth inside him. 
“Lance”, Keith moans, hands trembling on Lance’s sides, canines grazing on
the flesh when he moves his mouth over Lance’s pectorals, eliciting goosebumps
on their path. 
Lance cranes his neck to catch a glimpse of Keith’s expression and realizes
that Keith might be at his end. Therefore he deems it necessary to start with
moving. He leaves his dick between their stomachs, seizes Keith’s other
shoulder with it and starts to lift himself up, biting his lip from feeling the
slow drag of the cock on his rim. All the while he focuses on Keith, but the
raven is still not showing his face to him, preferring to pay attention to his
nipples. After the third movement he is finally accommodated to the size and
speeds up his movement, occasionally gyrating his hips and moaning when the tip
brushes his prostate. 
In the haze of pleasure he doesn’t notice Keith’s change of mood at first. Only
when the man suddenly gropes his asscheeks and starts to thrust up on his own
accord, does Lance snap out of his haze. Looking down, he discovers that Keith
has forgone his purpose to suck his nipple and just gasps against his flesh,
hot puffs of air tickling the wet spots. “Babe?”, he calls softly and jolts
when he feels the sharp tips of fingernails squeeze into the flesh of his
globes, nearly pricking skin. Biting onto his lower lip, he brushes a hand into
the raven mane and carefully pulls backwards so that Keith finally returns his
gaze. 
The hair on his neck stands on end, a sharp intake of breath, which has nothing
to do with Keith pounding his ass, as he meets the smoldering golden eyes,
practically glowing from desire, fangs razor sharp and glinting between his
opened lips-he looks more animal than human. A shiver creeps over his spine,
throat running dry as he swallows down the spark of fear that threatens to mix
into his arousal. Keith would probably smell it. So before he can further think
about what Keith might be now and what not, he dives forward to capture his
lips, licking inside, over his teeth, only jerking a little when he pricks his
tongue on one of them, which seems to awaken Keith from his state. 
The hybrid moves his own tongue to lap at the wound, practically sucking his
tongue as he tucks at the flesh in his hands, changing the angle of his thrusts
a little so that he brushes repeatedly against Lance’s prostate, never hitting
fully dead on. Purposefully Lance concludes absentmindedly as he grinds his
hips down to meet Keith’s thrusts, reveling in the feeling of Keith’s dick
brushing his walls, rubbing his insides with his wonderfully hot hardness. 
They keep the pace like that for a few more minutes until Keith suddenly snaps
his head back, grip tightening to haul him out of his lap and maneuver him back
on his stomach. “Up”, he commands, voice raspy, thrumming from arousal and
giving Lance a body shiver as he scrambles to obey, hastily pushing himself up
so that he kneels on all fours, offering his ass. 
A low rumble reaches his ears as big hands grab his cheeks and pull them apart
to push his dick back into the wet heat in one fluid motion that has Lance
moaning, dick twitching between his thighs and spurting heavy drops of precum
onto the sheets. 
“You’re so beautiful like this”, Keith says as he starts to thrust at a leisure
pace, angling his hips so that he prods his prostate every few thrusts. Lance’s
neck heats at the praise, both knowing full well that it’s a weakness of Lance;
that he’s desperate for approval and Keith is one who praises with cause so
it’s even more satisfying to know that the raven actually means what he says. 
“K-Keith”, Lance whines, fisting his hands into the sheets and pushing his hips
back in search for more. He wants to feel Keith bury himself deeper inside him
and mark him as his. 
The hybrid encircles his chest with an arm and pulls the brunet’s upper body up
until back and front are flush against another, both hot and sweaty from
exertion. Keith plants his lips against the nape of Lance’s neck, nibbling at
the skin, not minding the saltiness which coats the area. 
Lance lifts an arm back to bury his hand in the raven’s locks, pushing against
the scalp to urge his boyfriend on. A growl rumbles through the chest behind
him before he feels the sting of a bite at his neck, which is pushed to the
back of his mind as he feels a hand wrap around his dick, giving it a few
pumps, accompanied with the pounding into his prostate which ultimately coaxes
him into completion. Vision going white he comes with a long-drawn-out moan,
spilling cum over Keith’s hand and onto the sheets under him. The muscles in
his legs protest but thanks to Keith’s arm steadying him, Lance is able to stay
upright, eyes closed, breathing hard as he lets the raven continue. 
Teeth are replaced by a tongue as Keith laps at the bite mark, enjoying the
metallic tang as he revels in the feeling of penetrating Lance’s tight heat. He
slides the hand of the arm holding Lance upright against his chest upwards
until it rests partly on Lance’s collarbone, digits splayed wide, some touching
his throat. Now he’s able to dip Lance’s head to the other side so he can run
his tongue over the exposed flesh, loving how the brunet trusts him
unconditionally even though he currently looks like their enemy. 
Small whines escape Lance’s opened mouth, the boy oversensitive while Keith
still chases his own orgasm, which he knows is not far away. He can feel the
knot at the base of his dick swelling, instincts urging him to push in all the
way so that the knot will swell and keep his seed inside his lover, but his
mind tells him otherwise, knowing that it will be too much for Lance, that it
will hurt him and that is something he won’t be able to forgive himself for.
Not when Lance is trusting him with heart and soul. Thus the difference between
their orgasms. He would have reached completion sooner, if he had been able to
bury himself all the way inside. All it needs is the tight heat of Lance around
his knot and he’d be coming.
“Kei–ah–th”, Lance’s lips brush against his, fingernails scraping over his
scalp and slightly tucking at his raven locks. Their tongues meet, spit
dribbling down their jaws as Lance tenses around him, becoming even tighter and
Keith lets out a throaty groan, exposing his neck and Lance takes the
initiative, cranes his neck and bites at the skin he’s able to reach. 
And that finally tips Keith over the edge. 
*
A few moments later they’re both lying in Keith’s bed after getting rid of the
soiled sheets and wiping themselves down a little. Lance has his head buried in
the crook of Keith’s neck, resting against the hybrid’s side, who has draped an
arm around his back to keep him close. Both are still a little out of breath
but glowing from the inside with satisfaction. 
“I missed this too”, Lance confesses, nuzzling against the other’s throat.
Keith’s hand rubs soft circles onto his side. “I couldn’t sleep well. I was
always wondering about you.” 
Keith exhales and rolls onto his side, pushing Lance’s body up against his,
cradling his head against his chest while his other hand gets a firm grip on
the hips. His nose burrows into the soft locks of brown hair, inhaling the
familiar scent. “I’m here”, he murmurs and feels the boy exhale shakily. 
Chapter End Notes
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