Drabble prompt - Breathplay/Voyeurism Shklance
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Lance struggled against the rope that held him to the chair, angry grunts coming from behind the cloth gag over his mouth.
When Keith had challenged him to spar during training that day, he’d had the brilliant idea of raising the stakes.
If I win, he’d said, grinning. We’re having a threesome. I want in on whatever Shiro’s doing to you that has you keeping the rest of us awake at night.
Keith had blushed, and then grinned back at him. Fine. But you won’t win.
Lance’s eyes had widened. He’d expected Keith to try to deck him for even suggesting such a thing, but he’d…agreed?
And then Keith was flying towards him and he was too busy dodging for his life to be surprised. He’d be lying if he said the thought of joining the other two wasn’t exciting, and now he had to win. But how? Keith was second at hand-to-hand only to Shiro.
Keith hit him in the ribs with a well-aimed jab and then hooked an ankle around his and Lance went down, hard, hands flying out to grab Keith’s shirt and managing to pull him down with him. They grappled and rolled, Lance eeling his way out of Keith’s holds and Keith pinning him back down with force. Finally there was an arm at his throat. Keith was panting and red-faced as he held him to the mat and Lance felt a thrill of arousal at the sight. Lance didn’t think he was gonna make it out of this one, but he had to win, he had to.
He feigned surprise as he looked over Keith’s shoulder. “Shiro?” Keith started and looked behind him, his grip loosening just enough, and Lance slid out from under him. Keith’s balance was thrown, and Lance pushed him into the mat and twisted his arm behind his back before he could stop him.
Lance had reveled in his triumph until the ropes had come out.
Now he was here, in Shiro’s room, still clothed, and wildly frustrated. Keith had looked smug while Shiro tied the knots, rope tight against his chest and arms bound to the arms of the chair. “You played a dirty trick on me, Lance. So now I’m gonna play one on you.” Shiro had moved around in front of him so he could study Lance’s face while he tied on the gag. “What was it he said again, Keith?”
“He said he wanted to see what you were doing to me that had me being loud at night.”
Shiro chuckled and straightened, moving to stand behind Keith. “It’s only loud to him because his room is right next door to yours.” He rubbed at the skin right under the bottom edge of Keith’s shirt, splaying his hand out over his stomach and tugging the shirt up. Lance’s eyes followed the movement, widening fractionally, and Shiro smiled. “Well, he did win. I guess we should show him, shouldn’t we?”
Keith hummed in agreement and held his arms up so Shiro could tug his shirt off. He knew he looked good. He might be pale and his frame was somewhat narrow, but years of physical activity and training had filled out his muscles. He probably wouldn’t ever be dorito-shaped like Shiro, or tan and fluid like Lance, but he enjoyed the way Lance’s eyes traced slowly over his chest and abs, as if he couldn’t help it.
He twisted around, kissing Shiro hard and showing off his best asset. Shiro grabbed his ass with both hands and squeezed. His boyfriend couldn’t get enough of his butt - had even waxed poetic about it one night when he hadn’t realized that the drink provided by their host-planet was, in fact, intoxicating - and he wished he could see Lance’s face so he could know if it was something the two men had in common. Shiro kissed down his jaw and neck and pulled at Keith’s pants, easing them slowly down over his ass and keeping an eye out for Lance’s reaction. The boy had stopped protesting and was now sitting ramrod-straight in the chair, his eyes still tracking the movements of fabric over skin.
The waistband slipped over Keith’s thighs and Shiro, with a grin over Keith’s shoulder, snapped the elastic of the boy’s underwear. Keith’s startled yelp melted into a moan.
“He likes that,” Shiro smirked at Lance and Keith swatted him.
“Stop teasing, I’ve been waiting for hours.”
Shiro nipped his neck in response and then knelt in front of him, shucking off Keith’s pants and underwear as he went and turning them to the side. He made sure Lance could see clearly as Keith’s dick bobbed enticingly in Shiro’s face. Shiro’s mouth watered at the sight and he wasted no time, licking around the head and taking it into his mouth.
Keith groaned. He leaned over Shiro and buried his fingers in his white forelock, stroking it back off his face as he sunk down further on his dick, bobbing shallowly, pulling back just a bit before taking more in. Their eyes met as Shiro traced a vein with his tongue, lips still wrapped close to the base, and Keith moaned again, his head falling back.
The chair creaked and Keith turned his head, took in the growing bulge in Lance’s pants and wide blue eyes following Shiro’s movements.
“Fuck,” he whispered. The knowledge that Lance was watching, and getting off on this, sent spikes of arousal shooting towards his hips. He looked back to Shiro just in time to see the older man pull away and smirk up at him again. Keith groaned and tightened his grip, trying to urge Shiro back towards his dick, only to have him pull away entirely. He rose to his feet and kissed him, the taste of Keith’s precum thick on his tongue.
“Don’t get too excited now. We have a lot more to show him.” He pumped Keith’s dick twice and then moved away. The zip of his pants seemed loud in the near-silent room as he shucked off the rest of his clothing and sat on the edge of the low bed.
Keith had never been one to exaggerate, so when he said Shiro’s dick was enormous, by god he meant it. Shiro had the biggest dick he’d ever seen, and Keith paused to admire it even as he sank to his knees in front of him. He wasted no time, pumping it to full hardness and then sinking down on it as far as he could, the tip pushing to the back of his mouth and then further, making his throat convulse around it. Keith moaned at the feeling and pushed into it, knowing that the sounds his throat was making must be awful, but he was too gone to care. All of his focus was narrowed in on the cock in front of him and he lost himself to the feeling of soft skin against his tongue and the rhythm of push-pull-breathe-push-stay. He felt Shiro’s dick twitch as he kept it in his throat as long as he could and then pulled back to breathe before pushing himself back down again.
“He likes this too,” Shiro said, voice slightly deeper and breathier than before, and a muffled groan came from the corner of the room. Keith moaned in chorus and sucked and Shiro’s hips jerked.
Fingers tangled into Keith’s hair and he looked up. Shiro’s gaze was intense as he brought a thumb to Keith’s chin and wiped away the spit that had escaped around the cock still in his mouth. The hands led him up and off and he whined a bit at the loss, fluttered his eyelashes.
“Fuck.” Shiro yanked him up by the hair and dragged him into a kiss, fierce and almost predatory in his motions, and Keith melted into it. He loved this, loved when Shiro lost some of his iron-clad control because of him. He sucked on Shiro’s tongue as he moved to straddle him on the bed, kissing him fast and hard and parting his lips so Shiro could plunge inside.
Shiro leaned back further and patted Keith’s thigh, silently encouraging him to turn around. Keith maneuvered himself until he was straddling him backwards and then yelped as Shiro pulled him back, manhandling him into the position he wanted. Shiro’s voice floated up from between and behind Keith’s thighs
“As for how much he likes this, I think I’ll let him speak for himself.”
And then there were fingers parting his cheeks and a tongue lapping at his hole, swirling around and darting in shallowly, teasingly. Keith cried out, partially in shock, partially in sudden, intense pleasure, and braced his hands on Shiro’s stomach.
“Shir-OH, shit, oh god-” Keith’s breath came out in pants and moans as Shiro ate him out, hooking his thumbs into Keith to pull him open and kneading his ass at the same time. He licked in further and Keith’s breath caught on a whine.
“Fuck, shit, oh,” Keith eye’s caught Lance’s and he moaned louder, the boy was squirming in his seat and Keith couldn’t look away. Knowing that watching him get off was causing these reactions in Lance was almost too much to handle, and Shiro slipped two fingers into him and it was so good, the friction and push-pull sending shivers up his spine. He panted and imagined Lance in front of him instead, felt his mouth start to water at the thought of sucking him off- what did his dick even look like? How had he not even seen it yet, Lance was right there and Keith was sure he wouldn’t say no. He’d lap at it and suck it like a lollipop, what did his cum taste like, god he wanted to know.
He kept his gaze locked onto Lance’s as they both writhed, hoping the other boy knew what he was thinking, hoping it was driving him crazy.
The tongue and fingers pulled out of him and he felt Shiro pat his thigh again. He knew what he wanted, but he leaned forward instead to nuzzle playfully at the man’s dick. He shot a haughty look at Lance before Shiro slapped his ass, hard. The sound echoed off the wall and Keith groaned, his eyes fluttering shut at the sting, and obeyed.
He moved forward to line them up and then sunk down onto Shiro’s dick, not as careful as he maybe should have been. The stretch and the sting had his eyes falling shut again and a moan ripping its way out of his throat. Shiro’s fingers pressed into his hips in encouragement and he slowly began to rock, keeping his movements shallow and cracking his eyes open to watch Lance’s reaction.
Shiro seemed to have a similar idea as rose up behind him, propping himself up on his metal hand so he could kiss at Keith’s neck and shoot glances at the near-frantic boy in the chair. Keith’s movements grew bolder, his hips bouncing as he fucked himself on Shiro’s dick and his head falling back onto his shoulder. The man dragged his mouth away from Keith long enough to speak, his voice so low it was almost a growl.
“This,” he said, dragging his free hand along Keith’s side and making him shiver, “is what is keeping you up at night.” He grabbed Keith’s hips and braced his feet far apart on the floor. The new leverage was all he needed to thrust up, fucking into Keith at a new angle.
“AaaAH, Shiro!” Keith cried out, his arms flying out to try to brace himself as sensations flooded through him. Shiro pulled him back against his chest and fucked into him mercilessly. Keith held on, one hand clutching Shiro’s arm to his chest, the other tangling into his hair as his thighs clenched.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, nnh-” his words devolved into moans and whines as Shiro’s pace got impossibly faster and he hit just that spot on every thrust. Shiro bit into his shoulder, groans of his own starting to escape, and wrapped a hand around Keith’s throat.
Keith’s eyes flew open. He knew what was coming next and god, he wanted it, he wanted it so bad. He tipped his head back just enough to submit to it and still catch Lance’s eyes, Shiro slowing his pace so he could look at Lance over Keith’s shoulder.
“This,” he breathed. “Is the part you don’t hear. It’s also the part he likes best”
He tightened his grip and gradually started to speed up again. Keith felt his muscles lock up in response to the sudden lack of air, his hands flying to grip Shiro’s wrist, but he didn’t give the signal to stop. His hips were rocking without him even thinking about it, chasing the feeling of being filled, and he loved this, loved being completely at Shiro’s mercy, losing himself. It was too good, the friction of Shiro’s cock pushing into him and pulling out, he could feel every centimeter in vivid detail. His eyes half-closed with the burst of pleasure every time the cock inside him dragged against his walls at just the right angle and Shiro’s name was on his lips, no sound coming out. Bursts of white and grey clouded into his vision, crowding out the blue of Lance’s wide eyes, making it so he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, it was so good and he was so desperate, so close, good, yes, god, Shiro, yes YES-
His thighs locked and shuddered and he came silently, his cries choked off in his throat, Shiro reaching his climax at almost the exact same time. Their hips stuttered against each other, slowing and drawing out the feeling, and the hand around Keith’s throat relaxed. He drew in a shuddery breath and the ecstasy of it sent another burst of pleasure through him. He slumped back into Shiro’s chest and the man leaned them forwards and curled around him, holding them tight together with both arms around his chest. The room was silent except for their ragged breaths.
A muffled groan and a creak came from the corner. Oh, right. Shiro chuckled, his nose pressed against the back of Keith’s neck, and Keith raised his tired head.
Lance’s head was thrown back. The chair was almost rocking as he humped the air, desperately trying to get any kind of friction on his cock. Keith smirked and detangled himself from Shiro to approach the poor thing. Lance’s head snapped up as Keith tugged his pants down, his cock bobbing out as it was finally freed from its confines. Keith hummed thoughtfully as he looked at it. It was longer and thinner than his, almost as long as Shiro’s, and a delicious-looking brown.
Lance locked his gaze on him, eyes wide and blue and begging, and then Keith swallowed him down in one smooth motion. The noise that came out of the boy was something inhuman and Keith almost wished they hadn’t gagged him so that he could have heard it in its full glory. His cheeks hollowed as the head pushed into his throat and he barely had time to suck before Lance was coming with a whimper, his hips shoving up, Keith’s nose pressing firmly into the dark hair at the base. Keith watched as the ropes of warm fluid hit the back of his throat, and thought the way Lance’s eyelids fluttered shut might be the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Keith kissed Lance’s thighs and pulled his pants the rest of the way off as the boy’s breathing slowed. The knots on the ropes came apart easily enough and he rubbed at the marks on the skin under them, kissed those too. Lance raised his head to watch and relaxed a bit at the soft touches, leaned into Keith as he untied the cloth around his mouth and then kissed him softly.
Keith held his head still and pulled back to look at him, his eyes searching the others for any sign of upset. “Alright?”
Lance huffed a laugh. “Yeah. Better than alright. Tired, though.”
Keith smiled back at him. “C’mon.” He pulled the boy carefully to his feet and led him over to the bed where Shiro had sprawled out. Lance looked between the two of them, unsure, and Shiro grinned and patted the bed next to him.
He crawled in next to Shiro and threw a leg across him, Keith crawling in behind him and wrapping an arm around his stomach. All breathed a sigh of relief.
“So,” Lance hesitated. “We should do this again sometime.”
Shiro hummed in agreement at the same time that Keith gave an emphatic “yes.” Lance laughed and snuggled deeper into Shiro’s chest, more content than he’d felt since they left Earth, and they slept.
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