#kitkatpost

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 didn’t 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.

“Keith, my love, you don’t know just how much I adore hearing your sweet noises.” He murmured reverently into his hair, gently gripping his hip as he thrusted into him.

Growls occasionally came out of Lance’s 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 couldn’t reach.

“Oh quiznak, Lance…! Please give me more!” 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 didn’t even seem to notice they weren’t glowing in just one area anymore.

At least he didn’t 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. “Holy Quiznak, my dick was so good that it gave you markings in the best area ever!”

Lance’s 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 “Oof!”

Seeing Keith climb out of bed and limp towards the bathroom, Lance called out to him, saying, “Hey Keith, babe, my fluffy kitty, where are you going? We were just getting to the fun part!”

“Yeah well unless you can make a shower fun, there isn’t gonna be a fun part.” He said snarkily.

Smirking, the Galran Prince jumped out of the bed and picked up his knight, rushing into the bathroom.

“Oh you don’t know just how much fun you can in a shower can you? Well let me be the one to show the various different ways.” 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 weren’t so lucky to have automatic soundproofing during those moments like Lance’s private quarters after all.

What he didn’t expect was to hear the sounds of Keith’s screams and the sounds of growling. Dropping the bag of food, Lance came rushing over to the beach, ready to defend him from what monstrous creature that dared to attack his beautiful mer.

Rushing over with a piece of driftwood over to the edge of the water seeing Keith struggling with a furry thing, Lance yelled out, “Hey stay away from my boyfriend… you… tiny creature!”

But before Lance could even as so much swing the piece of wood, he had found himself the victim to an attack something slimy and gross was flung into his face, making him scream and fall over into the sand in surprise.

“Don’t hurt my small companion, Lance!” Keith yelled at him, holding the tiny creature close to him, hissing.

Grabbing at whatever slimy creature that was thrown away from his face, he realized that not only did his merboyfriend just threw seaweed at him, but that he was also defended the creature which was actually just a tiny puppy.

A tiny, cute little puppy that currently was licking at Keith’s face, his tail wagging happily to the attention given and not caring at all that person holding him wasn’t even human.

“Keith what the heck?” Lance asked confusedly, staring at the dog. “Where the heck did you find this little guy?”

“I don’t know where he came from, but I saw him walking by the water. Isn’t he just so cute? He’s so soft and playful! Can I keep him?”

Seeing how Keith was looking at the puppy in the same way that most people would at seeing at a dog, Lance knew that telling him he couldn’t keep the furball was going to be a tough challenge.

“Keith baby no, the beach isn’t a safe place for a puppy to live on, plus he could have a owner already!”

“No, he does not have a owner! I saw a another human come here and dropped him off in a box before running off! They left him here!”

“Keith still, the ocean is much too dangerous and there isn’t any shelter for him here.”

“Then you take him!”

“But Ke—”

“Please Lance….!” Keith said, begging for Lance to agree.

Seeing those sad purple eyes looking at him and holding the puppy who was also staring at him with its cute puppy dog eyes, was weakening already his nonexistent will in denying his boyfriend anything.

He was such a sucker for cute guys and cute dogs.

“....Ugh fine just… stop looking at me like that way!”

“Really?! Thank you so much Lance! Look Kosmo, you got yourself another family member!” Keith cooed, hugging the puppy to his bare chest.

Snapping a secret pic to add to his collection labelled “cute fish,” Lance wondered to himself just how was he going to explain to Hunk and Pidge why he suddenly adopted a puppy out of the blue when they both knew that he was a cat person.

But seeing Keith smile so sweetly at him, ever thankful over taking in the dog, made it all worth it.

But after months and months of passionate makeouts and clothed grinding against each other was starting to get tedious.

Plus there was only so many times your boyfriend can push you away, before Lance Jr got tired of blue balls.

So which is why during their makeout session in which Lance was putting his mouth to good use (because hot damn did he love hearing all the noises that came out Keith’s mouth), instead of letting Keith get off when he felt Lance Jr. poking at his thigh, he grabbed his voluptuous ass and held him there.

“Wha.. Lance?” Keith asked, looking at him with a mix of desire and confusion. Which wasn’t surprising that at this point Lance reluctantly would allow him to get off of his lap.

“Keith, my mullet, my kitten. Don’t you think it's time that we finally move to the next part of our relationship?” He smirked, squeezing his ass more as he bucked up into him.

The loud gasp that he got caused his dick to twitch inside his already tight pants, eager to get out of its confines.

“Fuck… Dammit it took you long enough to ask!” Keith said, swatting Lance’s hands off of him before he desperately pawed at his belt and zipper to get to the big treasure that was hidden underneath.

But it seemed like their fun times weren’t happening quick enough, because Keith seemed to be struggling to pull down his jeans, making annoyed grunts as the material barely budged.

“Why the hell do you own such tight ass pants!” Keith complained.

“Because I gotta show off this beautiful body off to the world, babe!” Lance replied proudly. He had to show off to the world that his rocking bod was in its prime, but not for the taking. That his firm tush belonged to the guy that had an even better tush, no matter how much he got grumpy that Lance called it that.

Even lifting up his hips so his mulleted boyfriend could remove it easier had barely done anything except tug more on Lance Jr, who wasn’t appreciating that sort of tugging. So Keith has to resort on tugging at the jeans by his ankles, in hopes that would hasten the process.

Except rather than his pants being tugged off, Lance was very nearly yanked off completely off his bed, causing him to squawk loudly as Pidge and Matt so fondly liked to compare it to a screaming goat.

And to add more to his embarrassment, Keith started to laugh loudly at his reaction, bending over to clutch at his stomach.

“Stop laughing at me!” Lance said, his voice cracking.

“I’m sorry!” Keith said in a way that showed that he wasn’t at all sorry, as the voice crack just made him laugh even louder.

Suffice to say that Lance didn’t get to show off his big dick off to show because his jeans decided that they wanted to be a huge cockblock. It didn’t help that three minutes later, Keith was still trying to recover from his laughing fest, making him even more pouty than he already was.

Nothing could save him from how red his face was, not even Hunk’s cookies that were still in their fridge and Keith’s apologies over laughing at him.

Even if he had no claim to the throne, he was a desirable omega due to his looks and physique: his soft raven hair that just seemed to frame his fair skin so perfectly, with eyes so radiant and the cute red marks that lie underneath his violet eyes had made him quite a catch.

So it made it much harder for the galran to come to his friend’s courtship party and having to see the lucky Alpha claiming him publicly in front of all the rejected Alphas and sometimes even the occasional Beta.

And it didn’t matter that he wanted to be the one to claim Keith, as it was unprecedented for a Galran, much less an a galran omega, to send the prince a courtship gift. So his gift, a blue sapphire carved into a teardrop necklace laid hidden underneath his pillow next to a letter confessing his feelings.

Or so he thought.

Because when the Prince was announced that he was soon to arrive, all eyes were on the door, awaiting for him to enter, to see which gift that he had chose to wear. And most gifts towards a omega ready for mating typically were lavish gifts, so when everyone gasped and murmurs over how simple it was, Lance knew he just had to take a peek at what it was.

He didn’t expect to see around the regal prince’s neck was the same necklace that he had chosen to not send to him. And man did Keith look absolutely enticing as he stood there proudly announcing that his one and only chosen mate stood amongst them all. “I, Prince Keith of the Kingdom of Altea, am proud to say that I have chosen Lance, omega of Daibaizaal, as my forever mate. And here in front of everyone, shall I lay claim to him and make him mine!”

Hearing his declaration that not only was the prince choosing someone not of Altean descent, but a omega of Galran descent, and was going to claim him instead of being claimed brought loud murmurs and gossip.

All eyes were on the only Galran in the room and Lance gulped as the crowd parted, making a straight path towards the center of the room where the nest of blankets and pillows were. Nervously twiddling his claws, he walked towards the center, seeing that his beloved prince… no his future mate was walking down the grand staircase and towards it as well.

Taking a seat into the soft blankets, Lance’s eyes never looked away from Keith as he crawled into the nest and grasped his face gently, stroking the soft purple skin.

“How did you find that?” Lance asked, reaching over to touch the necklace that was right over his heart, feeling it fluttering underneath his hand.

“Kosmo was teleporting around when I was trying to chase him, and when I grabbed him, suddenly I found myself teleporting with him and flopped on your bed. And then he stuck his head underneath your pillow and tossed it off, and I saw the note…” Keith murmured, feeling his face flush red and looked at him hopefully. “I really hope that this is true and you really do mean what you meant in the letter…”

Lance smiled and kissed both of his eye marks affectionately, looking at him with so much love and trust in his yellow eyes, willing his Keith to know just how much he truly meant it.

Every word, every sentence reflected words that were in his heart that he was afraid to say out loud, that he wished that he could show that he loved him for him and not for his riches or being a ideal omega.

That Keith was beautiful for being just Keith.

“I meant everything I said. That if you chose me I would be the luckiest guy ever to be yours…” He said, kissing the palm of his hand.

Keith felt his blush spread to his face before he tackled the omega down into the blankets, enjoying the yelp that came out of his mouth, taking pleasure in how darker purple his face turned.

“Now it's time for me to keep my word and lay claim to you, making sure everyone knows just who you belong to.” Keith said smirking, roughly claiming his mouth in a passionate kiss.

And if the reveal wasn’t salacious enough, the pictures that showed up in the courting newspaper the next day were even more so, showing how Keith was eagerly thrusting in Lance, whose chest was clearly covered up with cum, and the next picture showing Lance pinning Keith into the blankets face down and ass up, biting into his shoulder as he filled him up.

Suffice to say, their relationship was the talk of the town in both Altea and Daibaizaal for the months to come, much to Keith’s embarrassment because now Lance seemed to have a taste for very public signs of affection, dragging him into a alleyway for a nice quickie.

Not that Keith minded getting a nice dicking or doing a dicking, enjoying the thrill of almost getting caught.

And even getting caught didn’t even stop the two from keeping it up.

Despite how much looks Allura and Shiro gave them.

He didn’t expect to hear quiet rustling and shushing as he walked inside when clearly there wasn’t anyone supposed to be in his apartment, especially considering the time.

So when Keith heard footsteps coming towards his direction and fearing the worst, he prepared his right hand into a fist, and the left hand on the light switch to get the intruder off guard. He wasn’t going to let this burglar get away with what he was stealing, and probably hurting his dog in the process.

Sensing that they were within a close enough distance, he turned on the light and yelled loudly as he aimed his fist towards them, only to be met with a green face screaming at him.

Which caused both of them to scream loudly at each other, and Kosmo to howl in reply, standing in between the two.

“Keith babe what the fuck?!” The non-alien yelled at him.

Either the alien stole his boyfriend’s voice or that the intruder who broke into his house was actually just Lance who used his spare key to enter and just did his beauty routine here too.

“Shit Lance, you scared the shit out of me! Why didn’t you turn the lights on?!”

“Because I was watching TV in the blanket fort, which is always better with the lights off! And I texted you that I was coming over too!”

Keith blinked and checked his phone, which confirmed that Lance indeed was coming over to spend the night and “bond with their furry son over the beauty that is Moana!”

Groaning over his issue with ignoring text messages when he was busy or eager to get home from work, Keith apologized profusely to his boyfriend, asking what he could do to make it up to him.

Keith regretted it when Lance smiled widely and dragged him to the bathroom, yelling “FACE MASK TIME” and subjected to the same green goop being put on his face, and the loss of his tough guy look after Lance subjected them to the comments of their friends and family on snapchat.

He definitely noticed that his brother screenshotted the most embarrassing looking ones, that bastard.

But this?

This had to be the biggest challenge that he ever had to deal with.

And that was getting his lazy loaf of a boyfriend out of bed, knowing that he was awake, if the muffled giggles he heard from underneath the blanket when he poked his side were anything to go by.

Everything that Keith did to try to get Lance to actually get out of bed failed miserably, from kissing the top of his head, to nudging him with the chocolate bar from his candy stash, to even trying to pry his hands from the bars of the bed to push him off onto the soft carpeted floor.

He was just that adamant to just lay there in bed all day and not move at all.

And if he had the time to try everything to get his pretty boy out of bed he would, but today they needed to go and do some errands and like hell was he going to deal with the last errand fiasco of buying the shampoo again.

He didn’t a recap of why buying 3 in one shampoo was “a travesty Keith, it’s not what your hair and body needs babe!”

That lecture lasted two hours with detailed instructions on proper hair care before moving onto the best products for your hair and skin.

So Keith was going to use his second to last resort: sitting on his boyfriend’s prone body and smack him with a pillow until he finally agreed to get up.

The pillow swung down and smacked his now wiggling boyfriend, enunciating every word he said with vigor.

“Get up you lazy lump, we got some errands to do!” Keith scolded, managing to stay on top of Lance despite all the flailing limbs kicking out from underneath their blanket.

“Ack babe, mercy please!” Lance begged, his bottom lip wibbling as he looked at his own purple eyes with those puppy dog eyes, knowing that Keith was completely weak over them.

“Lance come on we seriously need to get out of bed! Its 11 AM and we have a lot of things to do!” Keith mumbled, finding his will resolving.

“I just wanna lay here and cuddle you Keithers, please just stay here with me.”

Knowing that if he didn’t do something soon, his cunning boyfriend and his stupidly cute puppy dog eyes were going to win, he had to resort his last tactic.

Chips.

Digging out the chips he left on the edge of the bed, Keith held them threateningly, looking smug at the fear within those eyes.

“No Keith, please no don’t do this! You know what happens to me whenever you open chips!”

“Sorry Lance, you forced my hand. This is your punishment.”

Opening up the chips and hearing the sound of their wolf teleporting into their room and jumping on the bed, right on top of the screaming Cuban.

“Ok ok, I’ll get up now get Kosmo off me!” Lance yelled from underneath the pile of fur that wasn’t squishing him with his weight but definitely was getting fur in his face.

Putting the pile of chips into his food bowl, Keith looked at him smugly as Lance looked at him all huffy and pouting.

“I hate you.” he said, sticking his tongue out.

“Yea yea, you can hate me as long as you get your butt out and go get ready.” Keith replied, ruffling his hair before he got off the bed.

Currently the movie that they were watching was Zootopia, right at the scene where Mr. Big was coming up to “ice” both Judy and Nick. Feeling his boyfriend snicker, the mafia boss looked at him with a cocked eyebrow before asking, “Should I question exactly why are you laughing, eh my beautiful mullet?”

Getting no answer and just more snickers, he ruthlessly attacked his boyfriend by aiming for his weak spot and began to tickle at his sides, making sure that he couldn’t escape. He always had a way of making people to talk, but his favorite person had the best reactions, the peals of his laughter never failing to make his mood better. “Are you going to tell me, Keef?” “Ok ok… pfft, just was comparing you to Mr. Big and then I was imagining what if you were as small as him!” Keith said, still laughing loudly from Lance’s tickle attack, which just increased in his intensity.

“Out of all the movie mafia bosses you could have compared me to, you compared me to a arctic shrew from a disney movie?!” “It’s because you’re cute but deadly, babe. You may not look physically menacing but you still command respect.” Keith said snickering, before stealing a kiss from him. “...Since when did you become such a smooth talker?” Lance mumbled with a blush on his face, before pausing the movie and standing up. “I’m going to get the desserts that Hunk made for us, get yourself cozy, you little shit.” Lance said, knowing that Keith wouldn’t take any offense to that. It was a common thing to tease each other like that, so it was more of their term of endearments than actually insults.

Opening up the fridge to take out the two pudding cups in a chocolate shell, he walked back into the living room, chuckling as Keith was snuggling up to Blue Jr. named after his actual shark, who was currently eating her dinner of fish.

“I got you your dessert, Keith.” Lance said, sitting down and handing him the plate that held the strawberries, before digging into his own that had blueberries.

“Thanks, Lance.” Keith replied before digging into the pudding dessert, never failing to enjoy the taste of Hunk’s baking. Unbeknownst to him, Lance had stopped eating his pudding and was watching him eat, waiting for his beloved boyfriend to see the surprise that the pastry held. A few bites in, the metal spoon hit something hard and sounded like plastic hidden inside the pudding. Using the spoon to scoop the rest of the pudding away, he saw one of those tiny little vending machine capsules hidden within in his dessert. Taking it out, he cleaned it off and saw that within its container was a ruby ring, the band designed as vines meant to hold up the simple gem in its center. Looking at his boyfriend in surprise and searching for a answer, Keith saw something that he never seen on his face before.

Throughout their four years of being together, he had seen a lot of expressions on Lance’s face: indifference, anger, flirty, happiness, sadness, and guilt, but never nervousness. Lance Espinosa-McClain was never nervous.

But here he was biting his bottom lip, looking at him as if someone was going to pop out and yell at him or something, clenching and unclenching his fingers. After a few moments of breathing in and out, tan hands gently reached out and grabbed at the capsule in his hands and opened it up. Another few moments and he finally began to talk.

“Keith… It’s been four incredible years that we have been together through it all, new and different and chaotic. You saved my life by taking a bullet for me, starting off our journey together with our casual dates and meet ups before it grew up to be something even more, something that mean more to me than just a simple fling or a booty call. You’re the person that I wanted to be with, who I trust you to know who I truly am, and I know that I could never find someone as perfect as you. Keith… would you give me the greatest honor that I could ever ask for and… and marry me?”  

His blue eyes were threatening to come out with unshed tears, waiting for his boyfriend to say something, anything that could soothe his bundle of nerves that were churning inside of him. With each passing moment, he began to believe that Keith was going to reject him before the shorter man lunged at him, causing their dessert to go flying across the blanket fort.

Lips roughly collided with his as he held the ring clenched in his fist, two hands holding onto his face, before looking at him intently.

“I couldn’t give you any answer but yes, Lance. You’re the only person I ever want to be with, the only person I could ever imagine marrying. I never thought of love or romance, dreams of a wedding and a home, not until I met you. Some say a home is a place where your heart belongs, but to me my home was always with you. You already gave me the honor of being your boyfriend, your lover, your best friend, and I can’t wait until I get to be your husband…” Keith murmured.