wolf&rabbit

Keith pursed his lips, flip-flopping between keeping quiet and confiding. It wasn’t like it was a life-changing secret, he was just embarrassed about worrying so much. Lance wasn’t ill or anything—just tired. And he was allowed to be tired because he was normal and normal people got tired all the time. But he seemed exhausted, his mind tried to reason and justify his concern.

“Keith?” Allura called softly, and Keith was reminded that everyone was now staring at him with furrowed eyebrows, slight frowns, and distressed scents.

“I gotta go,” he announced, jumping to his feet. He ignored his friends’ growing distraught as he threw away his full tray of food and strode out of the cafeteria. Maybe if he walked around campus, he could get this unnecessary worry off of his chest. Yet, as soon as he stepped into the hall, he nearly bulldozed over Lance with his determined strides. The sudden surprise made him yelp, ears and tail appearing out of shock as he stumbled backwards.

Keith watched as Lance slowly registered what happened, blinking wearily at him. The rabbit smiled sleepily once he finally caught up and said, “Hey, Keith. What’cha doing out here?”

Ignoring his initial purpose for leaving the cafeteria, Keith confessed, “Looking for you.” He bit back a smile at the confusion that crept onto Lance’s face, head cocking to the side in question. Keith didn’t offer an explanation, impulsively reaching for Lance’s hand and tugging him away from the cafeteria.

“W-Where are we going?” Lance stuttered, struggling to keep up with Keith’s purposeful steps.

“Somewhere quiet. Empty.” Keith turned a corner. “Just the two of us.”

“But I haven’t ate yet.”

“You haven’t slept either.”

Silence fell unto them as Keith came to a classroom that was always empty, always unlocked. He’s hid away in it more than he could remember for many different reasons. And he was the only one to know about it. Twisting the knob and pulling the door open, Keith ushered Lance in first before he followed, closing the door shut gently behind them. He randomly chose an empty seat to fall into, while Lance stood awkwardly near the entrance. Keith stared at him with raised eyebrows.

“Why are we in here?” Lance asked.

“Because you’re in dire need of a nap. And you can eat in here, too,” Keith explained, kicking out the chair across from him as invitation. His tail wagged leisurely when Lance accepted it, pleased as he scooted the seat closer to the desk after settling down. He watched with rapt attention as Lance silently took out his lunch and nibbled on the healthy ingredients. All he saw was green, green, green, and his nose wrinkled at the concept of becoming full off of just that.

“Are you just going to watch me eat, like a stalker?” Lance spoke, probably trying to tease, but the slight pink of his cheeks ruined his chances.

Still, Keith’s ears drooped embarrassingly. He turned his head towards a random spot in the room, away from Lance and his healthy lunch. “Sorry.”

Lance laughed softly, and Keith’s ears twitched, swiveled, zoned in on the sound and committed it to memory. “You don’t have to look away. I’m not that hungry anyway.” Keith tentatively turned back to face Lance, watching the rabbit put up the food he barely touched. Was he that tired? That he couldn’t even eat?

Lance folded his arms on top of the desk and laid his chin on them. His eyes were barely staying open. “I didn’t think anyone would say anything. About me being more tired than usual.”

Keith snorted. “What kind of future mate would that have made me if I didn’t do something?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Lance yawned, eyes fluttering closed for only a few seconds before slowly opening back up.

“You don’t have to stay up,” Keith said softly. “I’m not going anywhere, and I’ll stay awake for the both of us so we don’t end up late to class.” That was all the reassurance Lance needed as he finally let his eyes slip close for good, shifting his head to rest his cheek on his makeshift pillow. His breathing didn’t take long to even out, impressing Keith with how fast he went. He was definitely exhausted. Keith allowed himself to stare, knowing that Lance wasn’t aware now. Feeling bold, he reached out a hesitant hand, shakily carding his fingers through Lance’s hair.

A deep exhale and shift into his touch was all he needed to keep going.

The gentle petting only seemed to relax Lance further. To the point that he let his guard all the way down, long chestnut brown ears appearing to pool around his face on the desk. Keith paused, eyes wide as he took in the rare sight of Lance’s cute, chew-able ears. His tail sliced through the air eagerly, and he had to stop himself from jumping out of his seat to see the tail that, no doubt, accompanied the ears. I’m fine with just this, he thought as his fingers caressed Lance’s soft fur.

“Wish you’d relax more often,” Keith mumbled out loud. “At least around me. Can’t believe you’re hiding these.” He gave a gentle tug to one before stopping abruptly, an idea forming in his mind. His own words fueled him to fish out his phone, unlocking it and thumbing through to his camera. Who knew when he’d see Lance like this again? He made sure his sound and flash were off before taking the picture, not wanting to disturb Lance’s sleep. Petting the rabbit’s ears and hair once more, Keith set the picture as his new lock screen like the whipped Alpha he was. He pocketed his phone, focusing all his attention on Lance for the rest of the lunch period, smiling softly.

(When he woke Lance up for class, he was blessed with the cranky rabbit using his ears to cover his face, like a blanket. And when he finally got him up and moving, he was able to see his snow-white tail wiggle absentmindedly.

Lance turned to look at Keith, all batting eyelashes and coy smiles barely visible from behind a bare shoulder. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for sleep sex. Just how far were you going to go with me unconscious, hm?” A quick kiss against the cheek was his answer, followed by more fluttering kisses peppered down his jaw. “You’re always so eager.”

“I could say the same about you,” Keith finally spoke, voice gruff. “You’re always so wet,” he commented, unceremoniously slipping his hand beneath Lance’s boxers, easily sinking a finger to the second knuckle. The wet dreams always escalated quickly. Lance had a feeling it reflected his own impatience with Keith in reality. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you soaked another pair of boxers.”

“And whose fault is that?” Lance huffs, gently rocking against the finger inside of him, working it deeper.

Keith pulled away just enough for Lance’s eyes to adjust and make out his features, make out his cocky grin full of teeth as he said, “I guess I should take responsibility, huh? Take care of you?”

“You’d be the absolute worst Alpha if you didn’t.”

“But I thought you liked being teased? Pushed to the edge, only to be pulled back—again and again.” As Keith mumbled in the space between them, his hands made slow work of Lance’s underwear, tossing it from underneath the comforter afterwards. “Or do you just like teasing me?”

“I’d never,” Lance lied smoothly. His breath hitched as sharp teeth nipped right above where his scent gland was, neck stretching to tempt Keith, to get those teeth to sink in and bond them—

“Liars don’t get laid.” Lance whined softly as he felt Keith disentangle himself, taking his body warmth and gentle touches with him. The rabbit tried to scoot back, hoping to feel hot skin against his again, but it seemed like Keith put quite a bit of distance between them. He huffed, shooting the wolf a seething glare that was hard to make out in the dark before facing away from him. He didn’t need Keith! He could get himself off just fine, had been since before Keith came into his life.

And so he maneuvered himself until he was face down on the mattress, ass up and knees spread—dream Keith’s favorite position. But Lance was certain his mind was just stereotyping the wolf, especially since he had never actually done anything with him. He’s quick to take a hand to his cock and slide two fingers inside of himself, voice extra loud to egg Keith on. The comforter covered him, but it didn’t hide the motion of him fingering himself. He easily reached places Keith couldn’t, but lacked in girth, making him unsatisfied as he soaked his fingers in slick and used pre-cum to pump his fist easier.

His noises echoed around them, and he could barely make out Keith’s ragged breathing. Lance wondered if the wolf had touched himself and turned his head to sneak a glance, only to see Keith was statue still, except for his twitching ears and wagging tail. He seemed completely content with just watching Lance and that irritated the rabbit because he wanted Keith to lose it, wanted him to mount him like the horny Alpha he could be sometimes.

And maybe his dissatisfaction showed on his face because Keith was grinning cheekily and saying, “You know what you gotta say. If you really want it.”

Lance would usually say something snarky, drag out his submission a little longer, but he did really want it. “M’sorry, Keith. Sorry for lying about teasing you.”

The result was instant. Comforter thrown aside to expose Lance to his cold bedroom air, he didn’t have time to complain as Keith found his place behind him, gently tugging his fingers away and interlocking their hands before pressing them against the pillow Lance rested on. Seconds afterwards, Keith was slowly sinking his cock into him, filling him in ways no one else had before. They sat in silence when Keith’s hips met Lance’s ass, breathing heavily.

Lance fucked himself on Keith, impatient. He managed a few shallow thrusts before a hand was gripping his hip hard enough to bruise, stilling his movements. He groaned. “Come on, Keith. Don’t wanna wait anymore.”

“If I move, I’m gonna knot you in ten seconds.”

“That’s fine. We can just go again.”

“You’re insatiable.”

“You take too long.”

Keith growled, pulled back, and snapped his hips forward, jolting Lance. The rabbit squealed in surprise, digging his fingers into the pillow as Keith set a fast pace—one that kept Lance too preoccupied to do anything else but make wanton noises. His body was like a rag doll; it jerked every time Keith buried himself to the hilt. He couldn’t even try to match Keith’s movements, so when the wolf stopped suddenly, Lance took the opportunity to roll his hips.

“You’re really cute with your ears. Wish you’d let them out more.” Keith took one chestnut brown lop ear between his teeth, tugging it. Lance didn’t even notice he’d let his guard down so much. “And your tail.” His tail wiggled fiercely, brushing against Keith’s stomach.

“So you can bite on them whenever you want? No thanks,” Lance snarked, voice breathless.

Keith tugged a bit harder on his ear, causing him to hiss and his eyes to water. Whatever biting insult he had died on his tongue as Keith picked up the pace once more, mouth never leaving his ear. He felt the wolf’s long-awaited knot beginning to form, catching on his rim every other thrust. The pace slowed, shifting to more rolling than pistoning. Lance panted and worked with Keith to tie them, immediately melting when Keith couldn’t pull back anymore, knot swelling inside of him. The wolf let go of his spit-soaked ear and pressed wet lips against the nape of neck.

“Gotta take care of you,” Keith mumbled, hand not in Lance’s own reaching between his legs. Somewhere along the way, Lance forgot about his own climax and allowed Keith to wrap his hand against his own, moving both of them to bring Lance over the edge. It didn’t take long, a few strokes and well-placed swipes of the thumb had Lance keening in seconds, spilling onto his sheets and clenching around Keith. He hummed as he felt the first spurts of cum in him—

And then he woke up, sweaty and sticky and frustrated.

Quickly, Keith reached for the lamp on his nightstand, flicking it on and bathing his room in a soft, yellow glow. It took a few seconds and some squinting, but the intruder came into full focus faster than Keith was prepared for, hitting him like a ton of bricks.

“Lance? Wha..?” Keith breathed out, voice barely above a whisper yet dripping with confusion. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth twisted as he took the rabbit in, who was standing at the end of his room with messy hair, a loose shirt that hung off his shoulders and was crudely cut to show off his stomach, running shorts and a pair of pastel blue Crocs over his socked feet. He didn’t look like he had planned to sneak into anyone’s room, let alone Keith’s. “What are you doing here at,” Keith searched for his phone in his bed, checking the time once he found it, “3:30 AM?”

“You should really lock your window at night,” Lance said instead of answering, turning around to close it shut and lock it himself. “What if someone broke in with intentions of hurting you?”

“And what are your intentions?” Keith asked, voice a normal volume yet groggy with interrupted sleep. He cleared his throat.

Lance looked at him over his shoulder, eyes alight with a playful gleam Keith found himself fond of. His smile spelled nothing but trouble and Keith felt himself become alert because of it. “To make you feel good,” he purred, turning around to face Keith before stalking towards him, each step slow and sending a jolt down Keith’s spine. “But if you want it to hurt a little, I could do that, too. I’m pretty good at being rough.”

Keith wasn’t dumb. He had pretty decent observational skills. His senses were said to be the best. So he knew what Lance was saying, what he was hinting at. He could smell the arousal starting to slowly trickle off of him, see the seductive way he bit at his bottom lip. The rabbit wasn’t trying to be subtle either. So he could only blame his nerves when he swallowed and asked stupidly, “Rough at what?”

Lance was at the edge of his bed now, leaning down to press his hands against his mattress. “Let me show you.” Then he was crawling on top of the bed, crawling to where Keith laid frozen, crawling into the Alpha’s space. He straddled Keith’s hips that laid hidden underneath his comforter with a kind of grace that oozed experience. Keith was both awed and appalled by it, knowing that Lance had straddled his fair share of partners—had probably been straddled. When Keith didn’t move on his own, Lance reached for his limp hands, placing them against his hips. He leaned forward, caging Keith between his arms. Ironic, given their ranks.

“You get it now?” Lance asked, voice low and breath fanning against Keith’s face, smelling like mint.

Keith nodded.

Lance smiled, purring a “Good.” before he was taking a hand to pry open Keith’s mouth and kissing him tongue first. There was no warning, no preamble, as Lance instantly took hold of the reins, licking into Keith’s mouth until the wolf couldn’t tell whose saliva was whose. He tried to get Keith involved, using his tongue to poke and prod and twist with the Alpha’s, chuckling at Keith’s sloppy attempts to follow. He broke the kiss and the bridge of saliva that came with it, shutting Keith’s mouth to press their wet lips together chastely.

“You’re cute, Park,” he cooed as he thought of Keith’s messy movements and took in his flushed, slightly panting appearance. Keith was inexperienced, new. Which meant he’d be quick—something they needed under their circumstances. The last thing Lance wanted was to be caught by the Alpha wolf’s parents. Something told him they’d be more than just a little peeved at his unannounced visit. Lance took the hand that was on Keith’s chin and used it to scratch at his ears, feeling him melt underneath him. “I’d usually take my time teasing you, make you come a couple times, but we can’t do that this round.”

Keith swallowed at Lance’s words. This round. This time. There was going to be another time, hopefully multiple times. Keith wanted Lance to only do this with him. His thoughts were interrupted as he felt teeth against his jaw, his chin—nipping gently. Lance couldn’t do much damage with his blunt teeth—thanks to his rabbit blood—but the thought of sinking his own canines into Lance’s skin, leaving marks that wouldn’t fade for days, made Keith breath harder.

“So we’re going to be moving fast. Tell me if you want to slow down at any point, kay?” Lance said, voice suddenly soft and concerning, contrasting with their current situation. It made Keith’s heart swell as he nodded, and the slow kiss that followed almost made his heart burst. But then things were back to being hot and heavy, and Keith found himself in Lance’s capable, skilled hands.

He hummed lowly at the wet kisses and soft nips that were placed against his neck, gasped sharply at the swipe of Lance’s tongue against his scent gland. He watched as Lance lifted from his neck, slid from his lap. One moment he was beside him on top of his comforter, and the next he had wiggled his way under the covers, way under the covers, until there was this lump right above where Keith’s groin was. Something about not being able to see Lance, to just feel him and know what he was doing, had Keith tenting in his boxers in no time. He was staring up at the ceiling, basking in Lance’s hands squeezing his thighs, when there was a lot of shifting. Looking down, he suddenly saw Lance’s face, hair a mess from the comforter laying against it. The sight of him so close to Keith’s straining erection had the wolf twitching in his boxers, biting his bottom lip.

“Heard a rumor that wolves had pretty big dicks,” Lance said casually as if the topic was the weather, hand creeping up Keith’s thigh, fingertips sliding underneath his clothing. “That true?”

“Heard a rumor that rabbits can go for a while,” Keith countered, voice shaking as he felt Lance brush against his balls. “That true?”

Lance smirked. “Guess we’ll both have to find out, huh? Oh, and,” a hand gripped and tugged at one of Keith’s testicles, making him groan loudly—suddenly—before he was slapping a hand over his mouth and glaring, “be sure to stay quiet.”

Lance definitely did that on purpose. But before Keith could complain, the rabbit was disappearing underneath the comforter again and Keith was left to just feel. Feel hands tug his boxers down until they were just below his balls, feel harsh breathing against his erection. He expected a slow start, a few long licks to get him wet maybe. But what he got was Lance’s hot, wet mouth closing over the head, sliding down to take in as much as he could. It was sudden enough to almost push him over, but he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, backing away from the edge.

Lance did say they had to be fast.

And so, cue Lance bobbing his head like there was no tomorrow, soaking Keith in his saliva. What he couldn’t take in was taken care of by his hand. It was the sloppiest blowjob Keith’s ever had, but it was also the only one, too. Seeing the lump in the covers moving swiftly up and down, up and down, made Keith feel like he was—they were doing something wrong. It came off as dirty, like they were doing it in a public restroom with the chance of being caught than in the safety of his bedroom. And it only served to turn Keith on more as he throbbed against Lance’s tongue.

The rabbit hollowed his cheeks, giving a harsh suck before pulling off completely. Keith could only stare at his ceiling confusedly as Lance used his hand to pump him a few times, spreading his spit to cover every inch while lapping at the head, getting every drop of pre-cum. Somewhere after the fourth, fifth hand pump, Keith reached a hand to lift the comforter, shivering at the cold air that filtered in. He pushed aside the stirring in his stomach at the sight of of Lance looking at him from underneath his lashes while pressing kisses to his cock.

“Why’d you stop?” He managed to ask.

“Cause we don’t have time for a proper blowjob,” Lance explained. “I just needed you to be wet enough to go in easily. Unless you’d rather I suck you off and call it a night.”

Keith’s mouth twisted into a pout. They didn’t have time for both? A squeeze at the base of his cock garnered his attention as he bit back a groan.

“Greedy Alphas get neither one,” Lance said pointedly. “So you better choose.”

Keith grumbled, pouted some more, before saying, “I want to be inside you.”

“Yeah?” Lance pulled away from Keith’s cock to shimmy out of his running shorts, tossing them on the unoccupied side of the bed. He wiggled his way up Keith’s body until he was back in his earlier position, straddling Keith. “Wanna knot me? Pump me full with your cum?” He wasted no time in slowly guiding Keith inside him, moaning long and low as he was stretched.

Keith hissed through clenched teeth, hands fisting the comforter as slick and saliva helped him slide easily into the rabbit who was so warm and so wet. It took all of Keith’s willpower not to spill the moment he was balls deep in the Omega. Breathing heavily through his nose, he was glad that Lance took a moment to adjust, giving him some time as well to calm down. The longer they sat, the more Keith’s instincts kicked in. His instincts to breed, to dominate. He felt himself slowly rolling up into Lance, trying to bury himself even deeper in the rabbit’s addicting heat.

“Calm down, will you?” Lance managed to breathe out, seemingly as affected as Keith. That only fueled Keith’s actions, hips picking up the pace only slightly. He wanted Lance breathless, begging. He wanted Lance squeezing around him, fucking himself on him. He wanted— “I’ll take care of you, okay? This is about you, after all.”

Keith didn’t have time to mull over Lance’s words—probably couldn’t even if he wanted to—before the rabbit was moving. Hips in circles, body clenching teasingly, nails digging into Keith’s chest. It was slow and torturous and dragged Keith to the edge again. It’s purpose clear: to get Keith off no matter what. And while that was a nice thought, Lance putting his pleasure first, Keith didn’t want that. He wanted them to come together, to be loud and lost in each other. So he took control, let his instincts guide him and ignored Lance’s surprised yelp that was quickly cut off by a moan.

Lance twisted his hands into the back of Keith’s tank top, dragging him closer, closer, as he felt the wolf sink deeper. His panting, his sighs, his cries were all soft, fitting in the small space between their mouths. But every now and then, he’s a little too loud, a little too sudden—and Keith catched glimpses of just how loud Lance could get.

He wished his parents weren’t home.

Keith’s hips were fast, choppy, unmerciful. Maybe it was his inexperience, maybe his eagerness, maybe his urge to drive Lance up a wall and keep him there. Maybe it was all three. Whatever it was had Lance flushed and moaning in his ear as he hid in his neck, inhaling his scent, fighting the temptation to mark him.

“Keith, Keith—you close?” A growl, a drag of the teeth against damp skin. “I shouldn’t let you, seeing...how we’re on a time limit. But I—it’s your birthday and you deserve a present.”

Lance’s words pushed through Keith’s fogged mind, causing his eyebrows to furrow and his head to lift. Birthday? “I didn’t...tell you my birthday.”

“You didn’t.”

“So how—”

“Is this real? It’s not.” Lance smiled a bit cruelly. “I’d only let you knot me in your dreams.”

Keith’s eyes fluttered open. He stared at his door, letting his body calm down. He had woke up on October 23rd again, but for real this time. There was no Lance crawling through his window, no weird feelings swimming through him—just his damp skin, fast beating hard, and raging boner. He rolled onto his back with a groan. Even in his own mind, Lance worked him up only to leave him high and dry. Recalling the dream, he had to admit—it was a nice way to start his birthday, even if it was fake. And was he going to be ashamed reliving it as he jerked off in his bathroom?