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Pairing: Keith/Lance Rating: Explicit Word-count: 3,864 words Summary: At the end of the day, Lance and Keith are pretty solid drinking buddies. But when Keith lets slip that he’s never felt good when someone goes down on him, Lance can’t help but pry in more ways than one. Additional Tags: canon-compliant, alcohol, lance is both super nosy and super cocky, ***trans keith, ***they both use afab language for him

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Pairing: Keith/Lance Rating: Explicit Word-count: 2,328 words Summary: Keith still thinks he’s a badass, even with Lance fucking him into place on the regular. But Lance is just gonna go with the flow until something happens. And then something happens. Additional Tags: private boy’s school au, class-clown!lance, badboy!keith, uniforms, rough sex, top lance, cigarette smoking, alcohol, slow burn feelings is the “something happens”    [part one]

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Pairing: Keith/Lance Rating: Explicit Word-count: 4,020 words Summary: Here’s the thing. Keith? He thinks he’s this huge badboy. And that shit gets on Lance’s nerves because he knows for a damn fact that he could fuck him right back into his place if he got the chance. Additional Tags: private boy’s school au, class-clown!lance, badboy!keith, uniforms, rough sex, top lance, cigarette smoking, there’s talk about a schoolyard fight but not in detail    

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Pairing: Keith/Lance Rating: Explicit Word-count: 2,005 words Summary:  After a few times, Keith catches on that Lance likes to get high and jerk off while talking to him on the phone and decides to feed into it. But what’s best is, Lance doesn’t know Keith knows. Additional Tags: background weed use, frottage, keith pretends he’s oblivious but it’s really Lance who’s oblivious this time  

[Part One]  

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“I have a person question for you.”

It’s the setup.

Their routine.

Something Keith very heavily relies on Lance for just on a normal day, so maybe he shouldn’t abuse it like this, now that he thinks about it.

Only it’s too late. Because Lance is already answering, so clearly used to the ritual of dishing out social cue advice for him that his response flows off his tongue without effort.

“Alright - shoot.”

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Based loosely off of @gravastellar ‘s recent artwork. Godspeed, my dude.

Warning, this fic may/will contain graphic, descriptive AFAB language. If that makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.

“Holy shit…” The words leave breathlessly startled from Lance’s lips, and his mind goes completely blank save for the sight in front of him. It’s Keith, laying spread out on his bed, black fishnets clinging to pale thighs. Lance’s jacket is hangs loosely around pale shoulders, and he’s got his chest out, exposing the silver studs on his nipples, so Lance figures it’s a low dysphoria kind of day. On top of all of it, though, the pericings, the jacket, the fishnets, is the collar he’s wearing. Lance doesn’t know how Keith might’ve gotten his hands on it, maybe it’s custom, but it’s a simple black strand clinging to his throat, and ‘Lance’ is sewn into the fabric in bright blue. Like some sort of claiming sticker.

“You’re home,” Keith all but purrs out, hair falling messily around his shoulders as he crawls across the bed like some type of porno star, violet eyes deep and hooded, lust swirling in their depths. He swings his legs over the side of the bed, makes a show of swinging his hips as he walks over to where Lance is frozen in the doorway.

“Mm, I’ve been waiting for you all day, baby,” Keith says, pressing his hands to Lance’s clothed chest, hands curling into a fist around the fabric of his shirt. He pushes up onto his toes, though completely unnecessary it’s still somehow incredibly enticing, pink lips brushing the shell of Lance’s ear, he whispers, “M’so wet, Lance. I’ve been thinking about you fucking me all day. I touched myself, but it’s not the same. I need your cock, baby.” Pale fingers dig further into Lance’s shirt, tugging him forward, body pressing as close to Lances as possible.

“I need you inside of me.” And just like that whatever stupor Lance was in before shatters. Keith gives a shriek of pleasant surprise when Lance surges forward, quite literally sweeping him off his feet. Pale legs lock tightly around Lance’s waist, and a sense of urgency fills the room as Lance walks them back towards the bed, lips finding one another’s in a heated kiss, Keith’s fingers tugging at the short strands of hair at the base of Lances neck. They fall ungracefully onto the bed, but it’s not even registered because Keith is too focused on getting Lance out of his clothes. His entire body feels like it’s on fire, and the large buldge in Lance’s pants only encourages him. He wasn’t lying when he told Lance he’d been waiting all day, and he wasn’t lying when he said he couldn’t satisfy himself. He’s aching for it, wants Lance in him as quickly as possible, in any position, Keith doesn’t care.

“Fuck me,” Keith gasps against tan lips, and somehow they’ve managed to get all of Lance’s clothes off in their frenzy, “Fuck me, Daddy,” Keith gasps again, laying flat on his back, mattress impossibly soft beneath him, legs spread apart at the knees and kept apart by Lance’s hands. The title isn’t foreign to either of them, but it makes Lance’s eyes darken, makes him slide his grip down to Keith’s thighs, the combination of soft skin and rough fabric somehow incredibly hot. Keith is soaked, and it shows, pussy shiny with wetness, drenching the fabric of the fishnets.

“Fuck me, Daddy, please, I’m all yours.” Keith moans, rolling his hips in an invitation, playing with his nipple piercings. Lance laughs, a little breathless, but he doesn’t need to be told twice, just guides his cock forward into Keith’s entrance, not even bothering to take the fishnets off, just moving some of the fabric to the side. He isn’t slow or soft about it, because Keith looks like he’s really desperate for it, so with a loud gasp from Keith Lance thrust his cock all in way into the boys slick cunt in one go, burying himself deep.

“I know, baby,” Lance purrs out, voice cocky, “I know you’re all mine. You look so pretty wearing my name like that, kitten,” And he draws out before snapping his hips forward again, making Keith’s body jerk up slightly, making him cry out, “Everyone will know you’re mine, now.” Lance says, and Keith moans, toes curling as his legs are pushed closer to his chest so Lance can reach in deep. He claws at the sheets, back arching at the feeling. This is what he needed, this is what he craved. He needed to feel Lance stretch him open, needed to feel the hard pound into his cunt, needed to feel Lances cock pulsing and hot inside of him. He clenches tightly around Lance, pussy trying to drag him in deeper and never let him go, soaking Lance’s cock with just how wet he is.

“So fucking pretty,” Lance moans, thrusting his hips faster, drilling Keith mercilessly, “You’re so fucking pretty, baby boy,” Lance tells him, “You look so good spread open on my cock, amor, you take me so well.” And Keith moans louder, unable to help the little rolls of his hips down onto Lance’s cock, walls of his cunt fluttering wildly, clenching Lance tight. The bed groans under their weight, headboard slamming into the far wall, a steady ‘thump thump thump’ to match the rhythm of Lance’s thrust. And Keith feels so good, squirming so much that Lance’s jacket is slipping down his shoulders, arching his neck, collar-bond throat on full display for Lance. Keith bites his lip, tries to muffle his moans, but it’s useless; incredibly impossible when Lance is steadily stroking his g-spot like that, unimaginable when Lance is this damn big, unthinkable when his pussy is stretched open that wide on one cock. So he can only let go, sink into the pleasure that courses hot through his veins, giving a mix of high pitched whines and throaty moans as he’s fucked further and further up the bed.

“L-Lance, mmM-AHH! Fuck, Daddy, yes please please, you fuck me so well, please!” And Keith doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, words slurred and just falling from his lips, mouth open in a round ‘o’ shape like all the sounds coming from him makes it impossible to close. He doesn’t think, can’t think. Before he even knows it his orgasm is crashing down on him, mouth going wide in a silent scream as his thighs tremble, pussy clenching around Lance’s cock and squirting hard. So much that his own thighs and Lance’s lower abdomen are wet, too. Lance gives a shaky moan at it all, at how tight Keith gets, at the sudden flood of wetness, but he isn’t done, not yet. He fucks Keith through his orgasm until he’s nothing but a broken, twitching, moaning mess, arms splayed out next to his head, chest flushed and bouncing hard with every thrust, nearly drooling with how overwhelmed he is.

chapter six

shoutout to @shiverslightly for lighting a much-needed fire under my ass

Summary: Lance stumbles on a popular “bottom blogger” on tumblr who posts regular nsfw content. He instantly gets hooked, even though said blogger never responds to people’s comments or messages on his videos…until Lance comments, that is. Rating: explicit Other Tags: explicit sexual content/language, reoccurring top/bottom themes, lance is bi, brief background recreational pot use

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