SOUL

Keith looking for porn one day and he stumbles on the page of this dude with a fucking MONSTER cock. Like, he has a horse dick, and immediately Keith’s mouth waters.

He clicks the recent video, which is just the guy jacking off, but he follows along. And Keith has never been more entranced with someone in his life, the guy gives the hottest moans and he lubed his dick up so much that Keith can hear the slick slide of his hand every time he pumps it. He dirty talks too, asking his audience how badly they want his cock stuffed in them.

Keith would be lying if he said he didn’t answer, two fingers already lubed up and buried deep in his ass, hard as a rock. Even though Keith knows the guy can’t hear him he begs for it, watching in almost a trance as the guy groans and fucks up into his fist, telling his audience how tight they feel clenched around his cock, and that he’s gonna cum soon.

Keith fucks into himself at the same pace the guy pumps himself, his bronze skin all shiny and sleek with sweat, stomach muscles clenching to define a nice set of abs as he gets closer and closer to cumming.

Keith squirms, he’s close, too, having had replaced his fingers with one of his biggest dildos, and yet it STILL wasn’t as big as this guy. He grips his cock, flushed pink and leaking at the tip, moaning loud with his eyes glued to the screen.

The guy groans, thrusting sloppily into his fist until he cums, and it’s the most cum Keith has ever seen. Long white ropes reach far up enough to go offscreen, and then Keith is thrashing, gasping hotly as he cums into his fist at the thought of the guy filling him up, ass clenching desperately around the dildo.

Sure!!:

Keith doesn’t know what he expects when he climbs into bed with Lance for the first time, but he knows it’s not this.

“Hey, is everything okay? Lance asks him, sounding nervous as he runs his hands up and down Keith’s thighs in an attempt to soothe him. Keith’s eyes flicker up from where they’re staring at Lance’s impossibly large, impossibly hard, dick to Lance’s eyes, the flush in his cheeks traveling down his shoulder and over his chest. They’ve already prepped, so Keith is more than ready to take some dick…. well, a normal sized one, that is.

“Do we need to stop?” Lance asks again, and his voice is impossibly caring and soft. Keith genuinely thinks about it for a moment, thinks about if he really wants to do this and get his ass destroyed by a boy with a big dick that he’s been dating for about three months now. He comes to a conclusion very quickly.

“No, I want to keep going.” He says, shaking his head, feeling the the need to get that monster inside of him anyway possible. He leans forward, pressing his lips to Lance’s before the doofus can go on to ramble about something, his arms locking around Lance’s neck, fingers threading through his hair. Lance makes a sort of humming noise into Keith’s mouth, his hands coming to rest on the small of Keith’s back as he adjust their position, pushing Keith’s back into the mattress, his head falling to the pillows as Lance’s tongue snakes into his mouth. His blood is alive with nerves, partly because, although it’s not his FIRST first time, it’s his first time with LANCE, and partly because he’s never had something in him that’s as big as Lance’s cock so happens to be, so he feels a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. The excitement because, while yes this’ll be the biggest thing he’s ever taken, it’ll probably feel like he’s been stuffed completely full. And, being the masochist he is, Keith looks forward to the bit of pain he’ll feel from the stretch of it all.

“Hurry up and fuck me, Lance.” Keith breathes out as Lance moved his lips down a pale neck. Keith tilts his head, baring even more of his skin to Lance’s touch, fingers raking through bronze hair as the skin of his neck is covered with bite marks and purple bruises.

“We’re not fucking, Keith.” Lance says, an amused grin on his lips, “We’re being intimate, we’re making love, we’re-“

“Whatever we’re doing, can we hurry up? I wanted you in me like yesterday.” Keith complains, locking his legs tight around Lance’s waist. Lance laughs, leaning back up to press his lips to Keith, slowly pushing forward, head of his cock sliding into Keith’s slicked up hole. Much like Keith had predicted it stings despite the prep because Lance is just that big, and it almost feels like hours before he’s fully sheathed in the heat of Keith’s ass.

“Fuck, you’re so big.” Keith gasp out once Lance starts rocking his hips, his ass gaping around Lance’s cock, stretched open wide, feeling nice and hot and full. He doesn’t even notice the cocky grin that adorns Lance’s face, can only rake his nails over Lance’s back as the speed and force picks up, moans falling from his lips as Lance sets a brutal pace, throughly fucking him into the mattress. He’s so big that he can’t even really fit the whole thing in, Keith’s ass is just way too tight to accommodate for something that size, and he’s being fucked so good that he swears he can feel it in his stomach.

“MHMM, Ah, Yes, Lance, fucking ruin me, please!” Keith gasps, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes as Lance finally manages to get the whole thing in with one brutal thrust of his hips. Keith can’t even clench his ass around Lance’s cock, he’s way too full and Lance is hitting every single spot so it feels way too good. His knees feel week and he throws his head back with a loud moan as Lance fucks him hard enough so that they can hear the sound of their skin slapping together, so that they can hear the lube squelching every time Lance pulls out to ram back in. His strokes are long, hard and fast enough that there’s no room in between for Keith to even try to catch his breath. His moans turn to high pitched whines because God it hurts so fucking good, his rim, where he’s being stretched, stinging and then that sting fading into blinding pleasure the deeper Lance’s cock goes.

“That good?” Lance asks against his ear, and Keith frantically nods his head, nails raking over the muscles flexing in Lance’s back. Lance tilts his hips just slightly and Keith’s whine turns into a gasp as his prostate is slammed. His back arches up into Lance’s chest, his toes curling as an unexpected orgasm wracks through his body, his cock jumping and leaking clear cum.

“Oh-Oh my God!” Keith gasps, cock still painfully hard as Lance fucks him through it, his legs shaking as the walls of his ass flutter around Lance’s cock. Before he even stops cuming Lance is pulling out, grabbing him by his hips and flipping him over into his stomach. He pulls Keith’s ass up by his hips, grip tight as he slips back into Keith’s gaping hole with one hard thrust. Keith moans, trying to find a grip on the sheets.

I am really interested on the idea of making a trans keith zine(or maybe a trans klance zine), so I made this form to see if there are more people who would be into it.

And because this is the land of: “Asia wants to see that shit too”, why not both?:

If someone asked Keith how many times he’s cum in the past hour (or is it two?) he probably wouldn’t have a solid answer for them. Lance’s stamina is nothing short of godly, sweat dripping down his temple, uncontrolled moans and groan passing by his lips, muscles flexing, and he’s still fucking Keith like there’s no damn tomorrow. Keith can remember the amount of positions he’s been flipped into, on his back, face in the pillows, straddling Lance’s lap, clutching onto the headboard, he’s been thrown just about everywhere on this damn bed. He can’t even really moan anymore, either, just whine and gasp as Lance fucks into him. He’s pretty sure he’s losing his voice, too, throat scratchy and raw, and yet he’s still begging for more. His limbs feel completely weak, so much so that he’s just laying flat on the bed, arms tucked under a pillow, with Lance draped over him, hands on his hips as he fuckes into Keith puffy, abused ass. And he’s so big, too, big enough that there’s a little sting of pain to go along with the pleasure, and Keith loves it.

“O-oh oh my-fuck..” Keith sobs, because at this point he’s just a sobbing, shaking, moaning mess. Completely fucked out and completely overwhelmed, ass clenching weakly around Lance’s cock. Lance laughs, squeezing a handful of Keith’s ass, bed bouncing as he fucks into the boy. Keith is sweating, too, his back and brow are slick with it, but it only makes everything all the more hot.

“That good, baby?” Lance asks, and he starts slamming his hips in hard again, and Keith sobs, already withering and shaking wildly, “I love seeing you like this, just completely wild from my dick. Can you cum once more for me, baby?” Lance asks, voice dangerously sweet. Lance is so big, reaches so deep that Keith doesn’t think he could say no even if he wanted to, though he definitely doesn’t want to. So he nods his head ‘yes’ the best he can, gripping his pillow tight.

“So—So big,” Keith whines, though his words are slurred and he knows they don’t make any sense, “Fill me up, so so bi—ahAHH!” And he trails off into a loud sob, gripping his pillow tightly as Lance slams relentlessly into him, fucking into his throughly abused prostate until Keith is hiccuping and sobbing, eyes rolling to the back of his head. It doesn’t take much more for him to cum, just Lance reaching underneath him to grip his weeping cock tightly before he’s shooting out all over the bed, tears rolling heavily down his cheeks, mind completely blank, cumming the longest and hardest than he ever has before. He’s just gone, mind blank and almost broken, overwhelmed by all the sensation that zap through him. He’s not quiet about it, but the only thing he can give are sobs of Lance’s name. And when Lance cums his whole body seizes up, clenches tighter around his cock, accepts all the cum that pours into his ass from Lance’s dick. He’s so gone, so fucked out of his mind, that when Lance is done he just murmurs an exhausted: “Thank you.”

And Keith is the ONLY person who’s told him that he’s perfect the way he is, that he’s important and valid no matter what, that sees his potential. He truly understands him the most

*

Keith sits alone in the mess hall, trying to find his appetite in the strange calm of the early morning as he stares down at his tray of food. Most of the compound is still asleep; he’s not even supposed to be on duty until 0700 hours, but he’s been restless for the past couple days and sleep has been hard to come by. His skin feels like it’s almost too small, too tight, for his body. There’s excess energy thrumming through him and nothing he does can curb it.

He’s tried drowning himself in extra work. He’s tried training with Krolia at all hours, wearing himself into exhaustion. He’s tried taking those hoverbikes out for a spin and running through the desert with Kosmo in the pre-dawn light and none of it works. The buzz is insistent, and it doesn’t care that he can’t sleep or focus properly because of it. And his heart. It’s beating too fast, even now, by himself, when there’s no reason to beat like this at all.

It’s been days. Four long, endless days, and he can’t stop thinking about it.

The thing is that Keith is obsessed.

He doesn’t want to stop thinking about it.

The way that Lance had looked up at him. How wide and searching his eyes had been, how his voice had cracked when he begged for Keith to kiss him. He still can’t believe that Lance had begged for it like that, that he had wanted it that badly. He shivers when he remembers how responsive Lance had been, clinging to Keith as if it was the only reason he had managed to stay upright. The whole thing is so vivid that Keith can still taste the salt of Lance’s skin and feel the heat in his blood.

pairing: keith/lance

notes: i started writing for a different prompt and then it turned into…this. idk what this is but there is kissing in it, and that’s really all that matters, isn’t it?

*

This wasn’t how Keith wanted it to be.

He had this idea, for a long time, that he wouldn’t ever confess to Lance and he was fine with that. Content, even. A crush didn’t have to change things. He just wanted to bask in the light that came off Lance, because it shone so warm and good, and that was enough. As long as they could be friends, Keith was fine with that.

He was.

Until he wasn’t.

Until the feeling in his chest became so dense and heavy with want he could feel it draped over him like a cloak in every one of his waking moments. (Even in some of his sleeping ones.)

Until the word crush became less sufficient and love crawled it’s way inside of his mouth and made it’s home there. (It tasted sweet and warmed him like coffee and Keith didn’t know what it was like to be cold anymore.)

Until Lance’s light became scorching, setting fire to his blood so easily - too easily - with casual, friendly touches. (He’d never wanted to stay before. Lance made him want to stay, even when he couldn’t.)

Shiro: you… you can’t make me choose!

Lotor: pick one or I kill both

Keith: it ok Shiro it’s ok

Lance: save Keith you need him more

Keith: the team needs Lance

Shiro: SHUT UP! I… I can’t lose either of you

Lotor: both shall die then *powering up blasters

Shiro: LANCE! …kill Lance

Keith: NO!

Lotor: *fires blaster Pidges bayard hitting the barrel away from Lance’s head*

*after the rescue*

Shiro: Lance… I… I need to talk to you about what happened

Lance: it’s ok Shiro… it’s ok I know I never was worth anything to you…

Shiro: it’s not that I swear I panicked and-

Everyone is shocked because hello??  Every single one of them in love with the same person? With Lance???

Then Lace, who was taking a beauty nap, comes in and asks why everyone was looking at him like they were searching for all the answers for all the questions.

They start noticing more and more about Lance in hopes of finding out why the paladins from another universes are in love with him.

Shiro notices how strong Lance is, able to put everything aside and take the lead when no one else could.

Keith notices how well Lance fights and how much he tries to improve himself everyday, specially in things he’s not very good at.

Pidge notices how caring Lance is, always making sure everyone had a good night of sleep and listening when they needed to let things out.

Hunk, well, Hunk already knew Lance with the back of his hand, but now he notices how Lance was always the first one to jump in someone’s defense, how protective he was.

Allura notices how observant Lance is, how he seemed to always know what to say and do to make things better.

They start to slowly fall in love with Lance, as you probably were expecting.

Everyone is shocked because hello??  Every single one of them in love with the same person? With Lance???

Then Lace, who was taking a beauty nap, comes in and asks why everyone was looking at him like they were searching for all the answers for all the questions.

They start noticing more and more about Lance in hopes of finding out why the paladins from another universes are in love with him.

Shiro notices how strong Lance is, able to put everything aside and take the lead when no one else could.

Keith notices how well Lance fights and how much he tries to improve himself everyday, specially in things he’s not very good at.

Pidge notices how caring Lance is, always making sure everyone had a good night of sleep and listening when they needed to let things out.

Hunk, well, Hunk already knew Lance with the back of his hand, but now he notices how Lance was always the first one to jump in someone’s defense, how protective he was.

Allura notices how observant Lance is, how he seemed to always know what to say and do to make things better.

They start to slowly fall in love with Lance, as you probably were expecting.