When Keith was demanded by Lance, one of the princes of Emperor Zarkon, to follow him into a empty room, the Altean knight feared that his charge was going to fire him for a horrible job at protecting him, tarnishing his family name.
Well even more than that he secretly was doing the worst possible thing that could have ever done as a son of a proud family of knights: falling deeply in love with his charge. And the pain that he felt that he may never seen him again was more terrifying than the disapproving looks his family would give him.
Ready to beg for his job, he opened up his mouth to say something to end the silence that permeated the room around them. He didnât expect the prince to quiet him by gently but fervently kissing him. Confessions were murmured in between smacks and careful nips by sharp canines, knowing of his hidden feelings that he harbored and excited over the the fact that they shared requited feelings.
And in the heat of the moment, clothes were hastily thrown everywhere and not soon enough were in the throes of sweet and passionate lovemaking.
âKeith, my love, you donât know just how much I adore hearing your sweet noises.â He murmured reverently into his hair, gently gripping his hip as he thrusted into him.
Growls occasionally came out of Lanceâs mouth when Keith whined and tugged at his short hair, rolling his hips to get him to hit his sweet spot that his own fingers couldnât reach.
âOh quiznak, LanceâŠ! Please give me more!â He begged, his head arched back and his plump lips constantly making noises of pleasure, increasing in intensity when Lance eagerly did so, his claws yanking him closer and ramming into his tight hole.
The knight screamed loudly with Altean terms of endearments, uncaring that he made it known that he was certainly being fucked by their prince. From the length of the dick that was so expertly hitting his prostate, to the ridges that stretched and swelled deeply within him, it was no wonder that his own markings glowed in reaction.
The red marks glowed brightly on his face, illuminating even more just how much pleasure he was feeling, so much to the point that he didnât even seem to notice they werenât glowing in just one area anymore.
At least he didnât notice until after Lance abruptly stop mid thrust to grip at his thighs, squeezing as much as he could underneath those huge claws while he openly gawked at the markings that newly formed. Since altean markings only formed during significant and emotional moments connected their quintessence, Keith was surprised that his second most meaningful marks decided to appear right as they were in throes of passion.
Seems that Lance had knowledge of the significance of those markings too.
âHoly Quiznak, my dick was so good that it gave you markings in the best area ever!â
Lanceâs inner cheer of victory was short lived however when his grumpy and feisty knight hit him with a pillow, causing him to flop out and off of him, flopping on the bed with a âOof!â
Seeing Keith climb out of bed and limp towards the bathroom, Lance called out to him, saying, âHey Keith, babe, my fluffy kitty, where are you going? We were just getting to the fun part!â
âYeah well unless you can make a shower fun, there isnât gonna be a fun part.â He said snarkily.
Smirking, the Galran Prince jumped out of the bed and picked up his knight, rushing into the bathroom.
âOh you donât know just how much fun you can in a shower can you? Well let me be the one to show the various different ways.â Lance promised, winking at his spluttering lover as he carried him inside.
And the sounds that came from Keith were certainly a testament to the creative ways that Lance made shower time fun, much to the dismay of anyone that happened to walk by that room. The guest rooms werenât so lucky to have automatic soundproofing during those moments like Lanceâs private quarters after all.
Those two would definitely never hear the end of it from their friends and family, thatâs for sure.
