Voltron Fanfics

Shipping(s) : Klance

Warnings : None

AU : n/a

Word Count : 413

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Lance stroked Keith's hair as the shorter boy lay beside him in Lance's bed.

Lance hummed under his breath, a song he remembered from a long time ago - one his mother used to sing to him when he couldn't sleep at night. He couldn't remember the words after all these years, but the tune remained in his memory.

He lay on his side, gazing lovingly at Keith, who had his face pressed into a pillow.

"Keith? Are you awake, babe?"

"Mhhh," Keith held up an arm and swatted the air with his hand, his face still pressed to the pillow. Lance chuckled, looking curiously at his boyfriend.

Keith groped the air with his fingers, making an annoyed noise. He found the younger boy's hand and threaded his fingers through Lance's. He let their clasped hands fall to the bedsheets, then brought them to his cheek.

Lance's breath hitched as he watched Keith, feeling the ridiculous urge to start tearing up. He loved Keith so much. More than the stars, more than the moon, more than the ocean and beach and rain combined. Keith was those things. Lance saw the stars in his deep eyes, the ocean in his laugh, the rain in his tears. Keith was everything to Lance. He was so beautiful, more than anything.

A teardrop fell onto Keith's hand. Then another, and another. Keith stirred and sat up, his fingers tightening around Lance's.

"Lance, are you crying?"

Lance shook his head, then laughed a little and nodded. "I'm not - I'm not crying because I'm sad - God, I love you,"

Lance's words dissolved into sobs, and he threw his arms around Keith, pressing his face into Keith's neck.

"I love you," Lance sniffed, gripping the back of Keith's shirt with strong, lithe fingers.

"I love you too, baby. I'm still half-asleep, and I don't know why you're crying, but I love you, okay? It's okay, it's okay. I love you so much." Keith wrapped his arms around Lance, gently rubbing his back.

Lance leaned back and peppered Keith's nose, cheeks, forehead, and lips with kisses. He brought his hands up to cup Keith's cheeks and kiss him sloppily on his lips.

"Lance! Quit it, come on!" Keith giggled, playfully pushing him away.

Lance pulled away, laughing. "Fine, fine. Want to just... cuddle?"

Keith smiled shyly at him, leaning in to peck his cheek. "Yeah, sounds good."

Shipping(s) : Allotor

Warnings : None

AU : Pride and Prejudice

Word Count : 219

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Allura shifted primly in her chair, glancing over at her brother in the next seat. He was staring around the ballroom, completely enthralled by the party.

She smiled and bumped his shin with her foot. “Enjoying the ball, Lance?”

“Yes!” Lance laughed, beaming at Allura.

“I’m glad. Everyone’s looking at you, you know. They think you’re very handsome, and I agree. You look fantastic, brother.” She looked fondly at him, straightening his coat.

Lance playfully swatted her hand away. “Allura! You’re embarrassing me.”

Allura chuckled. “You should go dance. Have some fun, enjoy yourself!”

Lance appeared to consider her words for a moment before something caught his eye. “Well, well. Look what we have here. Mr. Lotor Darcy.”

“Hmm?” Allura turned to see a pale man talking to Mr. Hunk Bingley. She heard Hunk say to Lotor, “I wish you would dance, Lotor. There are plenty of lovely ladies at this party! Look, there’s Allura Bennet, sister of Lance. She’s lovely, isn’t she?”

Allura pretended to not be listening, looking away from the two men. She heard Lotor respond, “She’s tolerable at best. I shall not dance with her, or any of these mediocre women.”

Shipping(s) : Lancelot

Warnings : None

AU : Romeo and Juliet

Word Count : 143

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A large fish tank caught Lance’s eye as he tried to navigate the Galra’s enormous mansion. He cautiously stepped towards the tank, fascinated by the crystal blue water. Fish darted around, flicking their brightly colored fins as they swam.

Lance gazed into the tank, smiling at the fish, when he was startled by a boy looking back at him from the other side of the tank. Lance stared curiously at him, observing his long, fair hair and sly grin.

The boy looked at him with a calculating gaze for a moment before his eyes softened and he lifted his fingers in a flirtatious wave. He mouthed, “Hi.”

Lance smiled back at him and mouthed, “Hi.”

Someone approached the boy from behind and wrapped their fingers around his arm, yanking him away from the tank.

Shipping(s) : Sheith

Warnings : None

AU : It doesn’t really matter tbh you choose

Word Count : 188

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Keith looked up at the shower of stars dusting the inky black night sky. He was snuggled against Shiro, face pressed into his strong shoulder as the basked in the peaceful night.

Keith tilted his face up to drink in the image of his boyfriend's features, bathed in starlight - his dark, thoughtful eyes, the sharp angles of his cheeks and nose, the slight curve of his lips - it was all beautiful. All stunning.

Keith took Shiro’s hand in his and held it to his heart, sleepily nudging Shiro’s shoulder with his nose, eyes lidded. Shiro smiled and squeezed Keith’s hand, tilting his head down to place a soft kiss on his forehead.

“You’re beautiful,” Shiro whispered, putting his arm around Keith and pressing his lips to the top of Keith’s head.

Keith swallowed, closing his eyes and relaxing. He exhaled slowly, absorbing the feeling of simply being. Being here with Shiro. Being here, safe and loved. And being able to love back.

“You’re my everything,” Keith said softly.

I believe most of them are!

My username is double_dimension and you can find me here : https://archiveofourown.org/users/double_dimension/pseuds/double_dimension (hopefully that link works…)

Any of my other fics are on Wattpad under Rebel_Fox. I think I have a couple on there that I need to transfer over to Ao3.

Pairing(s) : Kidge

Warnings : Cuss at the end

AU : Modern

Word Count : 470

Summary : Keith has the hiccups, and Pidge tries to help him get rid of them. However, they both end up with peanut butter smeared on their faces.

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Pidge walked into the kitchen to see Keith sitting at the table. She chuckled when she saw his bewildered expression.

"What's up, dude? You all right?"

Keith looked at her in discomfort and hiccuped. "Stupid hiccups. I can't get them to go away."

"Well, don't expect me to give you any peanut butter." Pidge warned with a grin.

Keith stared blankly at her as another hiccup escaped from his lips. "What?"

"You know. Peanut butter gets rid of hiccups? You've never heard that?"

Keith shook his head. "Uh, no."

Pidge rolled her eyes. "Really? It's a great excuse to eat peanut butter. I'll get some for you, just this once."

Keith shrugged and hiccuped again.

Pidge walked over to the kitchen cabinets and opened one. She scanned the shelves until she spotted the peanut butter jar, and snatched it from the cabinet.

"Here you go," she commented, grabbing a plastic spoon and scooping a generous amount of peanut butter onto it. She held the spoon out to Keith, who looked at her in disbelief.

"That's weird. I'm not eating plain peanut butter."

Pidge mock-gasped and put a hand to drink heart in faux pain. A smile played at Keith's lips as she dramatically brandished the spoon at him. "Keith Gerald Kogane, you will take that back and eat this beautiful substance I'm bestowing upon you, or I will be forced to scare the hiccups out of you."

Keith smirked and leaned confidently against the kitchen counter. "And how will you manage to do that, shortie?"

Pidge grinned wolfishly. "Oh, you did not go there."

"And what if I did?"

Pidge swiped a dollop of peanut putter onto her finger and wiped it on the tip of Keith's nose. "That's what you get, Kogane."

Keith's nose wrinkled in distaste. "Pidge! How could you!" He grabbed the spoon, scooped up a bit with his finger, and drew a line on Pidge's cheek with it.

"Joke's on you! I love peanut butter!" She stuck out her tongue and tried fruitlessly to lick the peanut butter from her cheek.

Keith laughed, grabbing a napkin to clean his nose with. "Here," he offered, grabbing another napkin to wipe her cheek.

"Hey! You just wasted perfectly good peanut butter!" She frowned playfully at him, then snatching the spoon and shoving it in her mouth.

"Ugh, Pidge, that's disgusting!" Keith laughed, shielding his eyes in mock horror.

"Whatever. Hey, you're hiccups are gone."

Keith realized she was right. "Yeah, I guess they are."

Pidge looked smugly at him, tauntingly licking the spoon. "Told you peanut butter would help."

"I'm pretty sure you have to eat the peanut butter for it to work that way."

Pairing(s) : Klance

Warnings : None

AU : Yuri!!! On Ice inspired au where Lance is a professional skater

Word Count : 1081

Summary : Lance is practicing his skating routine and attracts a shy and curious Keith, OR Skating fic loosely based on Yuri!!! On Ice episodes 2 and 3.

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Lance felt his heart pound as he flew across the ice, skates gliding across the slick surface as he nailed each jump. A thousand reminders flew through his mind, fluttering away like butterflies.

"On Love : Agape" filled his ears and he let the music guide his body as he skated. Unconditional love was the theme of this piece. What did that mean to him?

"Looking great, Lance!" An amused voice rang through the rink, breaking Lance's concentration and causing him to fall onto the ice.

"Ouch..." Lance groaned, sitting up and wiping his wet hands on his jeans.

"Lance! Are you alright?"

Lance looked up to see Keith running towards him, hesitating before stepping cautiously onto the ice to get to Lance.

"Oh, Keith, I wouldn't-" Before Lance could warn him, Keith slipped and plopped onto the ice a few yards away from Lance.

They stared at each other for a moment before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Seriously though... are you okay, Lance? I didn't mean to scare you." Keith gazed at Lance with worried gray eyes, a hint of a smile on his pretty lips.

"Don't worry about it, I'm fine. Did you need something, though?"

Keith flushed, avoiding Lance's gaze. "No, I was just... I just heard the music and wondered who was in here."

Lance laughed, bringing his feet forward to sit more comfortably. "Aw, Keith, were you hoping to find me here?"

Keith's blush darkened, and he met Lance's eyes to stare him down. "No. But I don't regret investigating."

Lance stared at him, slightly taken aback. "Oh. Um. Thanks?"

Keith stood carefully, gripping the wall around the rink so he wouldn't slip again. Only then did Lance realize that music was still coming from the speaker next to Keith. The dark haired boy followed his gaze to look at the CD player.

"Beautiful song," Keith murmured as Lance scrambled to his feet.

"Oh, yeah. Agape. Unconditional love." Lance explained approaching the player to turn off the music.

"Wait," Keith caught Lance's freezing fingers in his own. He stared into Lance's eyes and said, "Will you... skate? For me?"

Lance smiled at Keith's request and dropped him a wink. "Anything for you, lovely. Restart the music when I give you the sign, alright?"

Keith nodded as Lance glid back onto the ice. He made eye contact with Keith and nodded. The music rewound and started again, and Lance felt the beauty of the music take hold of him.

Keith stared, mesmerized by Lance's seemingly flawless choreography. He wouldn't know if there were any mistakes - he knew next to nothing about skating. He just loved to see the Cuban boy throw his heart and soul into the routine.

The music was gorgeous and pure, expertly conveying the "unconditional love" Lance had mentioned.

The music stopped as Lance ended in a final pose, chest heaving. Keith clapped and whistled.

Lance skated over to Keith, placing his hands on the waist-high wall between them. He took Keith's hand and beamed at him. "Did you like it?"

Keith leaned forward and kissed Lance, snaking a hand behind his neck for support. Keith pulled away after a moment, bringing their still clasped hands to his lips so he could brush his lips against Lance's knuckles in a tender kiss.

"Did that answer your question?" Keith's mouth quirked up in a small smile.

Lance nodded vigorously, tucking a lock of Keith's hair behind his ear. "Want to try?"

Keith's expression changed to one of horror. Lance smiled gently. "Not that routine, of course. That's way too complicated. But I don't think you even know how to skate, do you?" When Keith nodded, Lance continued with, "Then we'll start there!"

"No, Lance. I really can't." Keith pulled away from him.

Lance frowned, asking in a sweeter tone, "Please, Keith? I promise you'll like it."

Keith studied Lance's face for a moment before giving in. "Fine."

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Fifteen minutes later, Keith had a pair of skates on and was ready to go on the ice.

"So you've never skated before?" Lance asked as Keith wobbled onto the ice.

Keith glared at him as he gripped the wall of the rink. "Actually, I used to skate a lot when I was a kid, but I haven't done it in years. Now show me how to not fall."

As if on cue, Keith slipped and fell. "Ouch," he complained, struggling to get up.

Lance skated over to him and looked down smugly. "Need some help, pretty boy?"

"You said I'd enjoy this!" Keith complained, still unable to get up.

Lance offered his hand to Keith. "All in good time."

Keith took his hand, pulling himself up halfway but comically pulling Lance to the ground before he could actually stand up.

Keith examined Lance as he whined about falling yet again because of Keith. "You're right. I am enjoying this."

"Aw, shut up, Keith. At least I can actually stand for thirty seconds on the ice."

They stared each other down, eyes locked, before Lance darted forward to peck Keith's lips.

"You're too pretty not to kiss right now."

Keith snorted, the hint of a smile playing at his lips. "Nice distraction from the argument, McClain."

Pairing(s): Klatte (Keith/Lance/Matt)

Warnings : None

AU : Modern

Word Count : 347

Summary : Keith, Lance, and Matt share scarves reluctantly, dramatically, and with great love.

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“I’m cold,” Lance whined, splayed across Keith and Matt’s legs on their bed. They had all just gotten back from a walk, and their apartment wasn’t warm enough for Lance.

“Get a blanket or something,” Keith grunted moving his right foot out from under Lance to poke his cheek with his toe.

Matt laughed as Lance screeched, “Ew! I’ve been contaminated by Keith’s sock foot! Gross!” He crawled over to Matt, who was typing away on his computer while being observed by Keith, and snuggled up against his left side.

“Matt, you traitor, don’t laugh!” Lance pouted and bumped his head gently against Matt’s chest.

“I’m still cold.”

Keith scoffed. “Yes, Lance, we know.”

“Boys, boys,” Matt chided jokingly, “Don’t fight. Here, Lance.” He unwound the orange scarf from around his neck and placed it softly around Lance’s neck.

Lance smiled at him. “Thanks, lovely.” He leaned around Matt to look imploringly at the dark haired boy next to Matt.

“Keeeith?” He pleaded, gesturing to the thin red scarf around Keith’s neck.

Keith’s hand flew up to his scarf. “Nope. You’re not getting it.”

“Aww, come on, Keith,” Matt said with a grin. “Let him have it.”

Keith’s lower lip jutted out. “No.”

Matt leaned forward and pecked Keith cheek, causing his face to go red. “Please?”

Lance crawled over Matt to Keith, kissing his other cheek with a suppressed giggle. “Can I please have your scarf, baby?”

Keith stammered, his face turning bright pink. “Uh, fine, I guess.” He unwrapped his scarf and handed it to Lance.

Lance smiled triumphantly with the two scarves around his neck. “I love my boyfriends! C'mere, you guys.” He threw his arms around Matt and Keith’s necks and hugged them tightly. “I love you guys,”

They hugged back, Matt lovingly and Keith a bashfully.

“Love you two idiots,” Matt said happily.

“Yeah, I love you all - most of the time, anyway,” Keith smiled softly.

Pairing(s) : Klance

Warnings : None

AU : Modern

Word Count : 631

Summary : Keith and Lance have been writing notes to each other for weeks, and they’re finally ready to meet each other.

or

A “writing” soul mate au where Keith sees Lance for the first time and it’s better than he imagined.

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I want to meet you.

Keith felt a wave of surprise hit him as the messily scrawled words appeared across his pale skin. Sure, he'd thought many times about meeting his soul mate, whom he had nicknamed to "Lover Boy."

Samurai? You there, buddy?

Yeah, Keith hurried to write back. Are you sure? About meeting?

Yes. I'm ready. But we shouldn't if you don't want to... do you?

Keith closed his eyes and breathed out slowly, a small smile flickering across his lips.

Yes.

Lover Boy quickly sketched an exaggerated smiley face, then wrote: Where? When?

I dunno. Coffee shop? Soon?

Keith could almost hear the smile in his soulmate's voice as frantic words appeared on his arm.

I know just the place!!! It's called Marmora Café, and it's awesome! Meet me there... tomorrow? Is that too soon? I mean, it's Saturday, so you might have something going on. But I'm thinking noon, if you're up for it?

Keith smiled down at the words on his arm. I'm free tomorrow. See you there, Lover Boy. I'll be there, samurai. In the meantime - get some rest.

I'm sure I'll still beat you to the café tomorrow.

Keith snorted. You've told me multiple times that you're a heavy sleeper, so I'd say I have a high chance of beating you.

Not true!

Sweet dreams, Lover Boy.

Ugh. I hate you.

I love you.

...!

Keith frowned, realizing what he'd just penned. His soulmate had announced his love for Keith on many occasions, but Keith couldn't remember a time when he'd directly stated his feelings back. He wrote, Is that okay?

Okay? OKAY?! I'm so happy!!! You've finally told me you loved me!! Hallelujah! I knew it had to happen sometime!

Keith chuckled as his soulmate continued to flip out and scrawl all over his arm. Yeah, okay, I said it. Now goodnight, I don't want to discuss this anymore. I'm going to sleep. See you at noon.

Keith flicked off the light in his room as his soulmate wrote, he loves me, he loooooooves me! across the back of his hand. He fell asleep with a pleased smile on his lips.

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The next morning, Keith was on his way to the coffee shop thirty minutes to twelve. He'd looked up directions to the café and realized he'd driven by the place many times, but had never stopped to go inside.

He arrived fifteen minutes to noon, parking his motorcycle and walking up to the shop.

He hesitated before entering, pulling a pen out of his pocket and pulling up his sleeve to write, Before I see you, I need to know your name. I want to see you and immediately think of your real name.

The response came a moment later. Lance. It's Lance.

Keith rolled the name around in his mind, testing it, feeling it. Lance. How pretty.

Mine is Keith.

Little hearts were drawn around Keith's name after he wrote it. Keith laughed and stroked his thumb over Lance's name.

Okay, he wrote, I’m ready.

Keith let his sleeve fall back down and pushed open the doors to the café.

He stepped inside, glancing around for a young man that fit the description Lance had given him at one point or another. Keith pictured him with warm brown skin, sparkling blue eyes as clear as the ocean, and a smile so sunny it could blind a person if they weren't careful.

When their eyes met, Keith realized he was so much better.

At that moment, one name filled Keith's head, poured silently from his lips, and consumed his thoughts, filling him with a warmth he'd never experienced before and never wanted to let go of. Lance's head fell playfully to one side a playful grin dancing on his lips.

Random little drabble bc I love fairy tales (actually I hate Sleeping Beauty but that’s beside the point)

Shipping : klance

Genre : romantic drabble

Warnings : none

Lance climbed the stairs, slowly, cautiously, his knuckles white from gripping the smooth hand rail.

Of course, he thought, there was nothing to be frightened of. Nothing at all. He was simply rescuing a prince that may not even exist, or be alive. The legend said that the castle and its people were frozen in time, which explained the pristine quality of the castle. Even the state rail looked freshly polished, and he'd seem the castle attendants with his own eyes- still as statutes.

Even so, Lance was nervous. What if the prince looked like he had aged? Wouldn't it be creepy to kiss someone that old? What if he was snobby, or not even into guys? Rumor had it that the sleeping prince could have been gay, but who knew with stories like that?

The narrow staircase soon led to a gleaming golden door, covered in intricate swirls and beautiful spirals. Lance took a deep breath, gripped the door handle, and stepped into the room.

It was actually quite bare inside the room. The most prominent object was the bed in the center of the floor.

Lance strode over to the bed, pushing aside his nerves. However, all his feelings of nervousness fades when he laid eyes on the young man sleeping in the bed.

His dark hair framed the smooth curves of his face, expression peaceful, and a single rose tucked beneath his hands which rested on his stomach. Lance watched the prince's chest rise and fall for a moment before kneeling beside the bed.

Lance gingerly placed a hand on the sleeping prince's cheek, brushing the bangs out of his closed eyes.

"God, I hope this works..." Lance murmured, closing his eyes and leaning forward to kiss the prince.

It was a hesitant kiss. The prince's lips were soft and pleasant, but it was strange kissing someone so unresponsive. Lance leaned back, breaking the kiss and opening his eyes to see the prince's eyes flutter open.

They were a brilliant purple.

"Hello, beautiful. The name's Lance - and who might you be? Figure I ought to know your real name, considering I just kissed you back to life."

Before Lance could realize what was happening, the prince flew out of bed and pinned Lance against the wall, the tip of a knife against his soft throat.

The prince growled, brows furrowed in anger and confusion. “Who the hell are you and why are you here?”

Lance flashed him a nervous smile. "Uh, I’m Lance, as I said, and I came here to awaken you from your deep sleep of a hundred years?” His tone rose at the end of the sentence, making it sound like a question.

“A hundred years? It can’t be,” the prince muttered, not relaxing his arm that held the knife.

As the prince muttered in confusion, Lance cleared his throat.

“Can I have a name to go with your gorgeous face? I mean, I did just awaken you with true love’s kiss.”

A little smut drabble bc I was bored~

Shipping : klance

Genre : smut

"You're beautiful."

"God, you're amazing,"

"Ahh~"

Keith moaned as Lance trailed kisses down his neck, cupping his cheek as he did so. Keith arched his neck into the bed, moaning softly.

"You don't think the others can hear us, do you?" Keith asked nervously, his hand on Lance's clothed back.

Lance, who was on top of Keith, traced a finger down Keith's jawline seductively. "At this point, I honestly don't give a fuck."

Keith let out a small whimper as Lance kissed him, softly, gently. Keith pulled Lance closer by his collar, deepening their kiss.

"God, you're so fucking hot." Lance murmured into Keith's mouth, breaking the kiss to tug off Keith's shirt.

"Mmh- so pretty~" Keith pulled the younger boy's shirt up over his head and threw it off the bed, going in for a kiss again. This one was more passionate, with Lance's hands tangling in Keith's dark hair, their hot breath mingling in the air.

Lance moved his lips down to Keith's chest, kissing the skin a few inches from his nipple. He trailed little bites to Keith's nipple, teasing it with his tongue.

"Ahh~ Lance!" Keith moaned, gripping the bedsheets as Lance pinched one nipple and continued teasing the other with his mouth.

"Lance... god..." Keith was already a moaning mess beneath Lance, his face flushed and breathing heavy.

"What do you want, pretty boy?" Lance breathed, catching Keith's chin between his fingers and looking him in the eye with a knowing smirk.

"I'm not- not gonna beg," Keith mumbled, turning his face so Lance's fingers slipped off.

Lance smiled dangerously at Keith. "We'll see about that."

Lance moved his knee in between Keith's thighs, rubbing it slowly against the bulge in his jeans.

"Still in denial, pretty boy?" Lance's warm breath on his neck making Keith shudder with pleasure.

Keith bit his lip, trying to prevent himself from crying out or moaning from pleasure. "Not gonna beg," he whimpered, pressing the side of his face to the bed and shutting his eyes.

Lance brought his knee back and quickly removed Keith's jeans, leaving the red paladin in his boxers. He dragged his finger horizontally across the skin just above Keith's boxers, leaning down to kiss him right under his belly button.

Keith sucked in a sharp breath, clutching the bedsheets even harder as Lance pulled down Keith's boxers to free his erection.

Lance grabbed Keith's legs and pushed them open, bringing his soft lips down to close around the head of Keith's dick. He sucked for a second, then pulled his lips off with a pop. He let his tongue flick against Keith's slit, teasing him. A low moan vibrated from Keith's mouth.

Lance brought his hand up and ran a single finger down Keith's slit, the head slick from precum. He put his head down and licked a stripe up Keith's cock.

"Ready to beg now, pretty boy?" Lance asked seductively, smirking at Keith who was losing himself from sheer pleasure. Keith whined in response, gritting his teeth.

"All right, then." Lance brought his lips to Keith's inner thigh, sucking on it while rubbing his thumb on Keith's slit.

"God - Lance, please. Please!" Keith begged, finally breaking. "Please," he moaned softly.

Keith's soft tone caused Lance to melt and go weak. "Okay, babe. Flip over,"

Keith moved so he was on his knees, elbows on the bed, ass in the air.

Lance brought his fingers to Keith's mouth. "Suck," he commanded, and Keith gladly obliged. He swirled his tongue around Lance's fingers, coating them in slick saliva.

Lance took his fingers away from Keith's mouth, bringing them to his ass. He carefully pushed one into his hole, letting Keith adjust as needed.

"God, you're tight," Lance muttered, letting Keith adjust before he pushed a second finger in. Keith moaned and arched his back into Lance's fingers.

After a minute, Lance asked, "Ready for three?"

Keith nodded vigorously, moaning as Lance pushed his third finger in, successfully stretching Keith out.

The Cuban boy pulled his fingers out and threw off his own jeans and boxers, slowly pushing his cock into Keith's hole. Keith mewled as he did so, making the the most amazing sounds as Lance's dick went into him.

Lance let Keith adjust to his size before falling into a slow rhythm, skin slapping against skin as Keith moaned breathily, "Faster... faster, please!"

Lance sped up accordingly, gripping Keith's thighs, moaning, "Ahh, Keith, so fucking good-"

Lance felt a ball of heat tightening in his stomach as Keith moaned, "Lance, I'm gonna- I'm gonna come!"

White liquid spattered from his dick, and seconds later Lance came too, inside of Keith. He pulled his dick out and collapsed onto the bed next to Keith. He nuzzled Keith's neck and smiled.

"You're so good, babe," Lance murmured into his neck.

Shipping : Klance

Genre : Fluff

Lance ran his hands through Keith's hair, sitting on the couch in their apartment with Keith in his lap.

"You know what I've been dating to do for like, ever now?" Lance asked, his breath warm and pleasant on Keith's neck.

"What is it now, Lance?" Keith asked teasingly, pretending to be annoyed. He turned his body in Lance's lap so they were face to face and pressed his forehead to Lance's.

Lance wrapped his arms around Keith and pulled him closer. "I've always wanted to style your hair in a really pretty and elaborate way."

Keith snorted, pulling his head back and rolling his purple-gray eyes. "You? Do hair?"

"Hey, I have to sisters!" Lance exclaimed indignantly. "I picked up a thing or two from them through the years."

Keith leaned in to kiss Lance, a soft smile on his usually frowning lips. "I love when you talk about your family. It's obvious that you love them so much." Lance beamed at the compliment, until Keith continued. "But my answer is no. You'll probably end up chopping my hair off or something."

Lance pouted, pushing Keith's bangs out of his eyes. "You know I don't actually mean that stuff about your mullet! Come on, Keith. Pleeease?"

When Keith still looked skeptical, Lance pecked his cheek, then kissed him nose, then kissed his forehead. "Please? It'll be adorable!"

It took one more gentle kiss on the lips for Keith to relent.

"I can't believe I'm allowing this..." Keith muttered as Lance dashed into their bedroom for supplies.

* * *

Minutes later, the two boys were on their bed, surrounded by various clips, ties, pins, and more.

Lance sat behind Keith, brushing the older boy's long, dark hair. Keith picked up a sparkly pink bow, examining it and snorting before throwing it back onto the bed. "Where did you even get all this stuff?"

Lance set the brush he was using down and began braiding a tiny piece of Keith's hair. "I told you- sisters, cousins- I always had the accessories because I was the one who did their hair. Once they outgrew it, well, I just kept the stuff. Too lazy to get rid of it."

Keith smiled a bit, even though Lance couldn't see. "Right. Not because it reminds you of them."

"Maybe," Lance admitted loftily. "Or maybe I was just saving all this stuff for you."

Keith rolled his eyes. "Sure, Lance."

"Stop moving!" Lance exclaimed, steadying Keith's head with his hand. "You wouldn't want me to mess up and have to start all over again, now would you?"

"Whatever," Keith muttered, swatting Lance's hand away. "And stop that."

"What? This?" Lance smirked and cupped Keith's cheek in his hand, kissing his neck with faux infatuation.

"Oh, Keith!" He moaned dramatically, grabbing hold of Keith's waist and leaving a trail of kisses all over his skin.

"Stop it!" Keith's face was bright red as he shoved Lance away. "Aren't you supposed to be doing my hair, weirdo?"

"I am, duh, Keith. Just shut up and let me work." Keith felt Lance's fingers glide through his hair once more, braiding parts and brushing others.

"Nearly done, princess." Lance teased in a sing-song voice. Keith simply growled in annoyance.

A few minutes later, Lance announced that he was done.

"Here, you can see in the mirror. I'll take a picture of the back so you can see it." Lance whipped out his photo and snapped a photo as Keith gazed inquisitively into the mirror.

"It's... different." He managed, studying the way Lance had pinned his hair out of his face so his intense violet eyes glared clearly back at him.

"Here," Lance tossed his phone at Keith, who studied the picture. "What? Do you not like it?"

"No, that's not it. I mean, it's just- very... striking. Not something I would do. But still somehow... attractive?" Keith stumbled over the words, touching his hairstyle experimentally.

"I'm glad you like it?" Lance asked, chuckling. "At least I think you do. And I think it looks pretty hot. Your stylist is obviously very talented."

Keith grinned. "I'll be sure to tell them you liked it. But seriously- that was fun. Maybe you should style my hair more often- please don't let me regret that statement."