#vers lance

Haha! :D (Let’s say the plant has an effect on Galra and thus has an effect on half-galra Keith)

Keith’s never felt like this before. Not once in his life. He’s never felt so…sensitive before. 

It took him a while to figure out why it was happening all of a sudden. Lance decorated his room with a new plant and the smell–well it wasn’t fruity or florally or anything. Kind of bland and earthy really, but ever since he got it he’s felt warmer. And it’s easier to get riled up when he comes by to see Lance. 

Just Lance's teeth nibbling on his lips makes a gasp spill from his open mouth. The feel of Lance’s fingers on his sides have him shivering and getting hard. Lance’s lips sucking hard on his pulse then his nipples has a moan erupting from deep in his throat. He’s never felt so embarrassed as he’s never been loud before.

“Sorry,” Keith swallows. “I don’t…I normally…”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Lance tells him and pushes him until he’s on his back on Lance’s bed. He starts undoing his pants. “I like seeing you like this actually…”

“I think I’m allergic to your uh, plant,” Keith tries to dismiss his reactions. “Should probably get rid of–aahhH!” he moans when Lance’s lips wrap around his cock. “L-Lance! F-Fuck…Lance, I–!”

“You look so cute, Keith,” Lance chuckles when he removes that hard cock from his mouth. 

“I-I’m not c-cute,” he denies, panting and biting back a whine when Lance licks at his cockhead.

“You’re blushing,” Lance points out with a smile. “Can’t get much cuter than that.” 

Keith covers his red face in embarrassment but continues to pant and mewl under Lance’s warm, wet mouth licking him open. Nearly comes when Lance pushes inside him. Lance peels Keith’s hands away from his face and pins them above him to look at Keith. 

Lance bites his bottom lip trying to hide his smile at seeing Keith falling apart. Lips slick from licking them, cheeks a hot inferno, eyes hazy, hair sticking to his sweaty face.

“D-Don’t look,” Keith begs, his eyes lidding and moaning obscenely. “I…I’m not…”

“You look…great, Keith,” Lance tells him. 

“R-Really?”

“What a blush. So pretty in red…” Lance whispers and sucks on his neck as he thrusts.

“Lance!” he whines. 

“Nice seeing you fall apart instead of me for once…” Lance says, kissing Keith’s collarbones. 

“L-Lance, I-I–” Keith whimpers, his eyes pinched shut and his mouth falling open. “C-Close, please—d-don’t look–”

“Oh…I wouldn’t miss your perfect face for the world, Keith,” Lance promises. “Come for me, pretty thing.”

Keith digs his nails in Lance’s back, moaning weakly into Lance’s chest as he comes hard. He doesn’t stop moaning and whimpering long after he’s finished dripping come all over himself. Each slow gentle thrust just erupts another moan out of Keith, the effects of the pollen still strong. 

“Lance…hah…oh, Lance…” Keith sighs and gasps. “D-Don’t…”

“I know ‘don’t look’,” Lance smiles. “A little too late for–”

“Don’t…stop…” Keith whines and clutches tight to Lance. “I want…yours…”

I love it! Thanks anon!

It finally came in. He ordered it a week ago and he’s been thinking about it constantly since then. Checking his mailbox each day for the discrete box with his name on it. And after suffering through the slowest week of his life, it’s finally here. 

“What is it, Keith?” Lance asks over his shoulder as he flips channels.

“My package came in,” Keith blinks while staring at the box.

“What package again?” 

“My package,” Keith emphasizes and Lance turns with wide eyes.

“The–oh! OH! Nice!” he exclaims with excitement. He clicks off the tv and vaults over the couch to join him at the doorway. Keith is still staring at the box, nibbling his bottom lip. “Well aren’t you going to open it?” he asks and Keith breaks out of his trance.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah. Right, I…I’m gonna open it,” Keith says while nodding. 

They open it and both ‘oooh’ at the sight of the strapon inside. Adjustable leather harness and it comes with two interchangeable cocks. A smaller one and a larger one, both of them a dark purple that’s almost black. Already Lance is grinning at the prospect of bottoming for Keith.

“Go put it on!” he urges as he gently pushes Keith towards the bathroom. 

“I uh…which one? Should I use?” Keith asks earnestly. “I’ve never–”

“Well, I haven’t bottomed since high school so…maybe start with the smaller one, yeah?” Lance suggests with a chuckle. “I’ll wait for you in the bedroom!”

Keith outfits it and turns a little in the mirror. It’s not as detailed as some strapons he saw online but he wanted to go simple before buying something really expensive. I mean, what if he didn’t like it? It’d be a waste of money. But luckily, he does like it. It looks…really good actually. Looks right. 

Keith pushes the door open to their room and he finds Lance sitting on the bed in his boxers with a big excited smile. 

“What do you think?” Keith asks and showcases it a little by turning side to side.

“You look great, like always,” Lance grins and sits back a little biting his bottom lip as he looks Keith over. “Be gentle with me sir,” he winks. 

Keith starts by making Lance get on his knees to suck his synthetic cock. He tightens fingers in Lance’s hair and practices rolling his hips to thrust into Lance’s mouth. Feels good. Makes him feel powerful to see Lance flushed and gasping as his face is fucked.

Then he takes Lance to the bed. Pushes him to his knees and rims that ass. Lance moans and whines once fingers push into him. It’s more work than he thought it would be to ready Lance but eventually, he’s stretched enough for the smaller strapon to push inside without resistance. Lance belts out a moan on that first thrust, fisting the sheets as he calls out to Keith.

“Oh f-fuck…that…that feels so good, Keith,” Lance pants. “I…love your cock.”

“Yeah?” Keith smiles and his chest blooms with pride. He gives him a few gentle thrusts that have Lance’s toes curling. “You like taking my cock?”

“Y-Yeah, babe…don’t…don’t stop,” Lance gasps. “You can…even go faster.”

Keith does. He experiments with his thrusts as he squeezes Lance’s ass cheeks in his hands. Sometimes he goes faster, other times he goes slow and pushes deep to make Lance whimper. He finds Lance’s prostate by accident during one thrust, making Lance let out a mewling whine. He has a hard time finding it again but from the way Lance is enjoying himself, he’ll have plenty of other opportunities to try again. 

Lance’s hands reach between his legs and start pulling on his dripping cock as begging words fall from his lips.

“F-Faster, I’m–You g-got me…so c-close, Keith,” Lance breathes heavy and presses his face into the mattress with a moan.

“Anything you want…my good boy,” Keith smirks and ups the speed making Lance keen out a whine.

“Y-Yes, fuck, yes, your…your good boy,” Lance whimpers and gasps. “K-Keith, hah, f-fuck…th-there!”

Keith pounds a few hard thrusts right there and Lance cries out with a ragged moan, come painting the sheets in spurts. He pulls out and Lance exhales another moan. Lance rolls over and pulls Keith in so that his thighs straddle right over his face. 

“Lance let me take the harness off first–”

“N-No, leave it on. I wanna…look up and see your cock,” Lance tells him and adjusts him closer.

The way the strapon works leaves Keith’s cunt exposed. It’s already wet, turned on from fucking Lance into the mattress. Lance licks his lips before diving in face first to get a taste of his boyfriend. Keith moans in turn and rocks his slick entrance all over Lance’s hungry mouth. Lance’s tongue works wonders down there, the both of them sighing and moaning.

“You…you a-always make me…feel s-so good, Lance,” Keith breathes out in heady gasps. “So wanted…so right.”

“I love…you so much, Keith,” Lance pants between laps of tongue. “I…never wanna stop…making you feel good. Wanted. Right.”

“L-Lance! Th-There!” Keith whines and bites his bottom lip.

“Come for me, babe,” Lance begs as his fingers slip into Keith’s wet heat and massage. “I want my boyfriend to fuck me senseless again with his big cock.”

“G-God, Lance! HahhH! AH!” Keith cries as his legs go tight around Lance’s face and he shakes out his orgasm.

<3

Keith loves a dare because he loves a challenge. I mean, all it takes is Lance saying something in that haughty tone, that ‘I betcha can’t–’ whatever, to get his competitive nature going. That’s why right now at this very moment he’s got one of Lance’s fun toys in his ass, vibrating and writhing like the tendril of some alien octopus inside him searching and pressing on his prostate. And all of it at Lance’s control.

It’s been a test in his self-control all day, though multiple times he’s had to bite his lip to keep from coming in front of someone. Lance told him he couldn’t come. That he wasn’t allowed to unless he begged Lance for it. Otherwise, he loses the bet.

Keith’s never begged for anything in his life and certainly not for permission to come. Whether he’s riding or plowing Lance, he always comes when he damn well feels like and not a moment later. This dare is starting to wear his willpower thin though because by the time he gets to his room that night he’s panting and exhaling weak noises as he makes it to the bed. Two more hours and it’ll be the full day like Lance bet him but…he finds himself video calling Lance who answers with a smirk.

“Give up?”

“N-No,” Keith stammers despite his frown. “I just…thought this would be more difficult. It’s easy really.”

“Well that’s because I haven’t used the highest settings,” Lance grins while showing the controls to Keith. He hits a button and Keith cries out with surprised pleasure. “See? Harder now?”

Harder? Keith is biting his fist to keep from coming as his body shakes and jolts on the bed. He had no idea there were more intense settings, no idea that Lance was going easy on him. Jesus, he’s starting to tear up from the divine sensations wracking his body. He’s got his cock out and it’s dripping all over himself but clutching it tight is keeping him from exploding.

“L-Lance,” he moans through clenched teeth. “I-I c-c-can’t–ahH!”

“Can’t what?” Lance grins on the other side of his video call. “Can’t beg? Because that’s all you gotta do…it’s easy…all you gotta do is say please.”

Keith swallows back another ragged mewling noise as he tries not to tip over the edge. How’s he supposed to win now? He still has over an hour and part of him is sure this isn’t even the highest setting. Lance just looks at him through the camera with that haughty and powerful look on his face.

“Say ‘please, Lance, let me come like a cock hungry slut’ and you can come, I’ll even consider it a win in your favor,” Lance promises. “But you gotta say it…”

He still gets to win their bet? That means topping for a whole week…

And all it’ll cost is a little of his pride?

“P-Please,” Keith breathes out, his fingers tugging at his hair to keep calm but nothing can get rid of that red flush on his face now. “P-Please Lance…I-I…want to come…like a…a slut…P-Please…”

“Mmm…again. I want to hear it again,” Lance says and only now does Keith see that he’s stroking himself in full view of the camera. “Beg for me, Keith…”

“L-Lance, p-please…I need it…I-I w-want to…to come…so bad, p-please!” Keith begs as he holds his cock tight at the base. God if he lets go– “Please! I can’t…hold off any more…” he whimpers.

“Come then,” Lance says and bites his bottom lip with a smirk. “All over yourself like the desperate slut you are,” he adds and clicks the remote again.

That final setting sparks light behind Keith’s eyes and within seconds he’s blinded by the screaming orgasm that shakes him and the bed his laying on. His come shoots in huge spurts and half of his sticky come splatters onto Keith’s face as he moans. Lance sees the display and comes too, telling Keith he looks so good like this. So good that he wants to do this bet again sometime because he loves what it does to Keith. Turns him from the tough, in-charge person in their relationship to the submissive slut begging for more.

Oh anon…I love this so much. I kinda want you to write more of it. 

Lots of Lance with his hands bound behind him as he bounces on Keith’s cock. He’s not allowed to come unless Keith’s cock is actively inside him. Keith comes inside him and then ties him to the bed to be vibed. There’s a lot of sobbing and begging on Lance’s end. He cries saying that he’s close, too close, that he can’t hold it back any longer. He comes and Keith gives him a spanking for not obeying before fucking him again.

By the end Lance is overstimulated, covered in come and spanking marks and begging for Keith to untie him. To touch him. To let him touch Keith.

YES, I love Klance as a vers couple that likes to take turns getting fucked.

But then, of course, they have a night where they both want to be fucked. It’s not fair. They both want a dick inside them but neither is in the mood to fuck. That night is no fun as they can’t agree on who should just bite the bullet and fuck the other but Lance comes up with a solution before next time.

A double-ended dildo that allows them to fuck each other and get fucked by each other. It’s the best and with it they’re able to do the both of them getting fucked far more often. Now they gotta figure out a solution for when they both want to top haha. Perhaps they get some very lucky bottom to join them on occasion??

Hmmm, their first time having sex or their first time getting really intimate?

Because I imagine their first time being intimate would not be actual sex. Lance and him are casually touchy at first. Lots of hugs and leaning on each other so they aren’t averse to being in each other’s space. 

Their first time being intimate is a simple handjob while watching a movie together. They’re cuddled together and Lance his rubbing his hand up and down Hunk’s thigh. Something he does all the time. But then his hand travels a little further than usual, to test the boundaries and see if Hunk will be receptive.

He is but not in a vocal way. Hunk’s eyes meet Lance’s as those fingers slide down the quickly hardening bulge. Lance tests further by unbuttoning the top pants button. Just a soft breath from Hunk. So then he unzips slowly, so Hunk has plenty of opportunity to say no but he doesn’t. His eyes dart down to Lance’s hand before he takes it in his own and guides it into his pants.

They makeout (another thing they do with some frequency at this point) as Lance rubs and then pulls his massive cock out of his pants. Soft, wet open-mouthed kisses as they sigh and Lance’s strokes him. It looks like Lance is making a move to blow him but Hunk has a good grip on his neck to stop him. He’s not going anywhere. They’re going to kiss and Lance is going to see his face when he comes. When Hunk finishes he returns the favor to Lance, pumps his cock with his big meaty hands. Squeezing and pulling as he dives into Lance’s mouth. Lance releases a shaking moan into Hunk’s mouth as he comes.

As for their first time having sex…

They talk about it a lot before it actually happens. Like weeks in advance. They want to plan for every eventuality since neither is sure who should top. Lance loves Hunk’s big ole cock in his mouth but will it fit? In his ass? It’s a little intimidating. Lance’s cock would probably it better in Hunk without as much prep but…Hunk’s never bottomed before, not even on his own fingers. He wants to experiment a bit in the shower before then.

So long before they fuck for the first time they try a few things on their own. Only when they are both prepared for trying it both ways do they set aside some time to try. And boy are they glad they did. Because Lance spent the days before working his ass open more and more, hoping the stretch would allow Hunk inside and it surely did. 

Soft and gentle at first but they picked up speed quickly and Lance was practically begging for it harder within minutes. Luckily they had time enough to rest and go again for the reverse. Fucking Hunk was more fun than Lance ever thought it would be, ass cheeks gripped in his hands and propelling forward into a VERY RESPONSIVE Hunk. 

Good headcanon mate. 

Keith always seems to enjoy it so much. Riding Lance and getting filled with him. Those weak noises when he hits just the right spot, makes his mouth drop open with a great moan. It must feel good or he wouldn’t writhe like that, bottom out with his breath hitching and ‘Lance, oh…fuck. Fuck!’ on his lips.

Lance finds he wants to try it. He’s nervous as the closest he’s ever come to bottoming is a few experimental moments in the showers with his fingers but he never got too deep. Afraid that he’d do it wrong. But Keith’s willing to switch it up. Tells Lance in no uncertain terms that bottoming isn’t for everyone so if he doesn’t like it at any moment to tell him. They’ll stop. No hard feelings.

But within the first few minutes of Keith’s fingers in him he’s flushing. Keith’s really good at this but then he should be. He always works himself open for Lance before they fuck. When a second finger presses in, Lance gasps. He didn’t think the difference would be that measurable but holy crap–how’s Keith going to get three in there? Let alone a cock?

Keith rubs the prostate and Lance melts into the mattress. Oh. That’s how. His legs relax and spread apart with each curl of fingers. God no wonder Keith likes this so much. It feels phenomenal. When Keith finally sinks into him Lance is ready to come on the spot. Cock dripping as he gasps for air with each thrust. Find himself calling out the same way Keith always is, moaning with abandon.

LOL I love that remark.  Gonna write that down. XD

Lance mentions it later when Keith’s sober. And Keith vehemently denies that he ever said that. Makes some comment like ‘do I look like the kind of person who bottoms? Come on.’ 

So the next time they’re together Lance makes a big ole show of how he preps for Keith. Talks about how good it feels, that stretch, that fullness. Moans and gasps under Keith’s watchful gaze. 

Lance, panting: Oh…Keith…its a shame…you don’t bottom. Because I can work someone open…like it’s no one’s business. Keith, biting his bottom lip a little: That…that so?Lance, nodding and rocking on his fingers: I’d have you…falling apart….before my cock got anywhere near you. Have you begging…for more than my tongue and fingers…before I was done.Keith, exhaling and swallowing: Really?Lance: Bet you taste…delicious. 

Keith finally caves. Doesn’t admit that it’s what he wants, just that he wants to indulge in Lance’s claims that he’s amazing at it. And boy if Lance doesn’t deliver just like he said. Puts Keith on his knees, rims and tongues that pretty ass. Fingers him while that tongue teases. And just like Lance swore, Keith’s a blubbering begging mess only two fingers in. Clawing at the sheets and rocking for more. Lance barely gets three thrusts in before Keith’s crying out and spurting come all over their bed.