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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Voltron:_Legendary_Defender
  Character:
      Lance_(Voltron)
  Additional Tags:
      dreamscape, lance_is_thirsting_for_the_d, sensual_and_sexual, i_live_for
      bottom_lance, Pure_Smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-15 Words: 1619
****** Strong Arms ******
by Lemon_Chan
Summary
     A chill tackled Lance as his face met the floor, his blankets twisted
     around him, his soiled underwear sticky…
     Shit.
Notes
     Felt so naughty writing this PLS DON'T TELL MY FAMILY OR FRIENDS :")
See the end of the work for more notes
Smouldering eyes glazed over his lithe body licking every inch of his skin-
dark and lustful. Strong arms and hands pinned him beneath a heavy weight,
pushing him further into the nest of blankets and pillows. Lance moaned when a
soft wet sensation engulfed his hardened member and surrounded him in a
blissful warmth, making his toes curl and back arch gracefully.
A cool single digit slick with a dripping heat circled Lance’s entrance, light
and gentle, prodding and poking. A high keen sang through the air as the digit
pushed into his hole sliding in and out, in and out. Lance dug his heels into
the mattress recoiling away from the hand but another pressed his hips back
down with a firm grip and suddenly there were 2 fingers thrusting into him.
They scissored and stretched his tight inner walls and Lance whimpered,
scrunching the blankets as he balled his hands into fists. They spread his legs
wider apart cupping his ass as they moved their knees underneath his thighs
into a more accommodating position.
The same wet sensation was back on his throbbing length bobbing in time with
the quickening pace of the digits pulling and sinking into him. Lance was
surprised when the third finger slid in effortlessly then a loud gasp, like a
punch in the chest, tore itself from his throat. He buzzed and moaned as
pleasure washed over him in waves that lathered him sweetly.
Lance almost cried when the digits disappeared.
Immediately stillness surrounded him, like a cloak hanging over his twitching
body. His breath became the only sound audible, circling the air before echoing
back towards him. Anxiety pooled into his gut, the warmth no longer present and
Lance really did cry. A cold wave of loneliness brushed passed him before
crashing relentlessly, stabbing him with insecurity and the ebbs of sorrow.
Lance hiccuped as a sob began bubbling in his chest ready to burst at the
seams.
A light touch on his shoulder shocked him into silence. First a trickle, then a
current- drowned him in an assortment of emotion. Mixtures of affection and
doubt swirled within him, tugging his mind into every direction- hesitant and
spontaneous. Strong arms wrapped around his torso, sending a searing heat
bursting throughout his body. He felt familiar knees tuck under his quivering
ass bringing their hips flush against his.
The heavy weight cocooned him, affectionate and tender, pinning Lance once
again. A slick warm appendage grinded against his entrance and Lance all but
moaned into the shoulder that had him caged. Their hips undulated against him,
teasing and endearingly irritating. Lance whined and squirmed beneath the
sultry body trying to find purchase against their slippery pelvis. A hand
cupped his ass and kneaded firmly, grinding hard against the cleft of his ass.
Lance tried to snake his arm towards his neglected member but a rough hand
seized his wrist and lifted both his hands above his head. The grinding stopped
and for a moment Lance thought he ruined it.
A thick cock said otherwise and Lanced screamed in pleasure as it plunged into
him in one go.
The arousal between his legs was so hot it almost burned like his body was lit
on fire. The cock throbbed within him, patiently waiting for Lance to ease his
brutal vice grip. Then without a sound, it pulled back and ploughed into him
with such a force that Lance’s body momentarily left the mattress. Each thrust
filled him to the brim as the body loomed over him, so strong and firm, that
Lance couldn’t hold back the pants that escaped from his mouth. One thrust in
particular had Lance seeing white, so painfully blissful that he forgot to
breathe as his hips arched into the others body. He wrapped his legs sinfully
around the other’s firm torso and the angle changed, thrusting into him deeper
than before. The air filled with obscene moans that Lance knew would make his
mother faint but he couldn’t stop, his body ached with so much need.
“Please, please don’t stop.” He keened. He wanted it harder, needed it to
completely wreck him and leave him quaking; he wanted to be ravished and left
raw.
He didn’t need to wait long as the other’s hips began pistoning into him
without abandon, skin slapping against skin fervently as his moans grew louder
and more desperate. Their hands finally released his wrists and Lance threw his
arms around their neck, pulling them flush into his chest and nuzzled his face
into their hair. Lance grinded his hips in rhythm with their powerful thrusts
and his cock bounced between their taut stomachs. Heat pooled in his gut,
growing exponentially with every pound that left his body writhing. Their
grunts puffed warm against his chest and Lance bit his lip in an attempt to
stifle his moans.
Suddenly they shoved him away from their body and roughly flipped Lance over
onto his stomach. Lance clutched the blankets as a strong arm hoisted his ass
high into the air. A slap against his pert ass had Lance wailing and wriggling
his hips tantalisingly. Without warning they pushed their cock back into
Lance’s entrance and continued at an achingly slow speed. Their mismatched
hands dragged up and down his spine, rocking their bodies in a soothing rhythm.
A hand gripped his shoulder and pulled his chest up from the mattress forcing
Lance onto his hands. Lance rolled his hips in time to their steady thrusts and
the figure draped themselves over him. They growled against the nape of his
neck before sinking their teeth into his soft copper skin. Lance mewled as they
lavished the bite, licking and sucking, panting deeply behind his ears as their
hands slid across his thighs.
Lance’s arms trembled as they leaned their entire body weight on top of him,
fluttering their hands over his hips before rubbing Lance’s balls and throbbing
cock. A high whine poured from Lance’s mouth as strong hands massaged his
aching arousal, firmly kneading him into a quivering mess. Pre-cum dripped from
the end of his cock and Lance struggled to support both their weights on his
scrawny arms. By the time the hands moved to rub along his shaft, Lance’s arms
had given out forcing his face into the folds of the blankets. The hand moved
faster along his cock, dragging him closer to the edge, panting desperately and
Lance rutted into the hand. He had too- he needed to- he needed- he needed-
ahh!
It stopped and a sob wracked throughout his body. He was so close. So
dangerously close and he whimpered. He needed release- he desperately needed to
release.
“Not yet.” said a sultry voice.
A hand pushed his face into the blankets and the thrusts began quickening to
its former glory. Pleas and half-cries resounded with each slap, edging Lance
to the tip of rationality. Their hands dragged along his spine and he arched
his back which impaled him further. Their undulations rubbed his prostate
deliciously with a grip on his hips so tight it almost hurt. Lance tried pawing
at his own cock that bounced against his abs but a growl had him stopping
immediately.
They let go of his hips and scooped Lance off his face by his shoulders,
pressing his body flush against their own firm chest. Lance lolled his head
against the crook of their neck, drunk on pleasure as drool dripped from his
slack jaw.
He couldn’t keep himself upright, electing to drape himself over the others
taut body as they rocked in harmony. Strong arms held his chest upright and
supported his dead weight. Lance clawed at the arms as they snaked over his
torso, teasing his nipples before one hand dipped down to his strained length.
Lance clutched their wrist as they pumped him, canting his hips into the tight
fist.
“Please-plea-please, please do-don’t stop… ah-ahh!”
Lance was on the edge and their other arm slithered to caress his cheek. His
nuzzled into the warm palm, licking and sucking on cool digits as his chest
heaved- he was so close. He was so- so close,he didn’t notice the palm gently
pushing his cheek away to expose his smooth neck.
“Don’t stop, hah, you’re so good- so so amazing- unffff!”
Lance spasmed, arching his back and pushing his pelvis harder against the
strong body as he clenched, letting a wanton moan rip through his vocals,
feeling the lips on his neck hum greedily. He fell completely and utterly into
an ocean of ecstasy, body quaking as he shot stripes of cum against his chest
even hitting his chin at one point. The grinding didn’t stop and Lance wailed,
sinking deeper into an abyss of pleasure. He felt weightless, warm and safe- he
felt wanted. Their seed finally spilled into him, spreading a hot sensation
flashing through his body once more.
Lance slumped against the strong body, sighing deeply as their arms ran up and
down as his own. They stayed pressed against each other, sweaty; synchronising
their breath in a steady rise and fall of chests before they both fell onto the
soft fluffy blankets. Lance felt warm cocooned into a constant heartbeat. Heavy
lids fluttered shut as exhaustion took over his body.
A deep voice whispered to him… I’m here for you… Lance reached out and felt
nothing. He patted the mattress beside him lazily then frantically- swiping
futilely into open air. His breathing laboured, that same anxiety welled within
his core. He heaved… panted… he called out.
Shiro don’t leave me!
A chill tackled Lance as his face met the floor, his blankets twisted around
him, his soiled underwear sticky….
Shit.
           
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