Alien aphrodisiacs that makes Klance unable to keep their hands off each other. Keith fucking Lance's brains out. Lance riding him to hell ans back, all because if they don't they feel like their skin will burn off
Fuck or die! Fuck or die! Fuck or Die! <3
How many times has he come? Feels like dozens and yet Lance is still hard and dripping. He can’t stop moaning and begging for Keith to fuck him more. But this angle isn’t getting deep enough.
As much as it sets his body on fire he pushes Keith off him. Within seconds he’s straddling him and dropping down onto that cock, each drop pushing come out of his already creamed asshole. Seems like Keith can’t stop coming either. Keith grabs his thighs in a death grip and pulls Lance down onto his cock hard each time he goes up. The both of them erupt with moans in volume they have no control over.
“D-Don’t stop! Don’t fucking…stop!” Keith moans and sweats.
“I can’t…I couldn’t–f-fuck Keith!” Lance whines and comes again. He feels come pulsing into his ass from Keith’s own release. “G-God that’s…I’m still…”
“Don’t…D-Don’t stop, Lance,” Keith begs and pulls his ass down on the cock in hard slams. “I’ll…I need more.”
“M-Me too,” Lance moans into his mouth, kissing lips and licking his skin. “M-More,” he moans and begins dropping again on that cock.
It takes hours for them to finally come down and pass out.
When Lance wakes his ass is killing him and he’s sore. Both of them are covered in scratches, bites, and bruises from holding too hard. There’s a few days of awkwardness around the entire ship (as they weren’t the only ones who got hit with that aphrodisiac at the alien party. Poor Shiro doesn’t leave his room out of shame for DAYS). It’s agreed that no one eats anything alien until it goes through Pidge’s homemade mass spectrometer beforehand.
That said…Lance mentions to Keith that, other than the ridiculous soreness of his poor ass, he actually wouldn’t mind doing something like that again. Keith finds that he’s in agreement.
