A sweet and smutty treat for your thirsty little souls <3
“What is it Little One?” Kolivan’s voice rumbles in Lance’s ear where his head lies pillowed on the broad expanse of his chest, lavender fur soft on his cheek. “You seem troubled.”
Lance sighs. He wants to say it’s nothing and wallow in peace, but he has to know. Has to know how much longer he has with the leader of the Blades, how much longer until he decides it’s time to find a real mate. Someone worthy of his affection.
Lance shifts so that his face is tilted away from his lover’s. For someone whose facial expressions range from ‘stoic’ to ‘more stoic’, Kolivan is preternaturally good at reading Lance’s.
Lance sighs. “I, um. I just.” Kolivan waits patiently for him to gather his thoughts while he sighs again. “I overheard some of the other Blades talking—”
Kolivan’s body tenses beneath him. “If someone said a single word against you,” he growls, “Give me a name and I’ll—”
“No! No, it’s nothing like that at all!” Lance says quickly. “One of them was just recently bonded, and they were talking about how strength is a highly valued quality in a mate...”
He trails off, hoping the so why are you with me is strongly enough implied that he doesn’t have to say it.
“Yes, that’s true,” Kolivan agrees easily, and Lance’s heart sinks. “What about it?”
“Well, I mean. I take it having a strong mate is important to you too?”
Of course. Lance already knew that, but he wasn’t prepared for how much it would hurt to hear it out loud.
“Right.” Lance tries to keep his voice level. “So when, um, when do you think you’ll start looking for a mate to b-bond with?”
“When will I start— what are you talking abo— Lance are you crying?”
Hot shame sits like a rock in Lance’s stomach. Kolivan sits up to lean back against the headboard, keeping Lance held close to his chest. “Little One, talk to me.”
A heaving sob wracks Lance’s body but he pulls back so that he can fix the Galra with a teary glare. “Th-that’s just it, don’t you see? Your nickname for me is little one!”
Kolivan for his part looks entirely flummoxed and clearly trying to understand. “Do...do you not like it? My apologies, I thought—”
“No. Kolivan. I like it. I love it.” It makes him feel safe. Wanted. Lance swipes roughly at the tears falling down his cheeks only for them to be replaced by more. “B-but that’s my whole point. I-I’m an adult human. I’m not going to grow any more. I’m never gonna be s-strong like you and the other Blades or, or even Keith, I can’t...”
A wave of understanding takes over Kolivan’s face, followed by the most incredulous expression Lance has ever seen on him. It would almost be funny, except that Lance feels like his heart is being torn out.
“Oh, my heart,” Kolivan sighs, pulling Lance in close to tuck him under his chin. “There is more than one way to be strong.” He pauses for a moment and strokes Lance shuddering back, brushing gently over the starburst-shaped scar that spans most of his upper back, before murmuring, “I have heard that you were shot and nearly killed after only a few quintants of being a Paladin of Voltron, is this true?”
“I- yes.” Lance sniffles.
“And despite that, you piloted the Blue Lion through countless battles, and later the Red Lion, the most notoriously tricky to pilot and the right hand of Voltron, yes?”
“I did,” Lance mumbles into soft fur.
“Does that not sound like strength to you?”
Kolivan sighs. “I’ve seen you, Lance. With your team, with the rebels, the refugees. You are brave, Lance, you’ve proved it time and again. But above that, you are kind. And it takes a rare strength of spirit to remain kind through hardship after hardship, when the odds are against you, and when it seems like all is lost. Yet you have, and to me, that is true strength.”
“K-Kolivan...” Lance pulls back to look up at Kolivan who is gazing at him with such softness in his eyes that it pangs his heart.
“So you see Little One, I have no need to search for a mate. Whether we bond or not, I have all I want right here.” He presses the softest of kisses to Lance’s forehead, and one to his lips. He brushes Lance’s tears away, and this time his cheeks stay dry. “Besides,” he says, with a twinkle of mischief in his eye. “I like your size. I can do this...”
He wraps his hands around Lance’s bare waist, hands encircling him entirely and then some. “Yeah,” Lance whispers, voice still hoarse from crying, but feeling a different kind of heat start to bloom in his gut. “I like that too.”
Kolivan hums, pleased. “And this.” His lifts Lance like he weighs no more than feather and deposits him gently on his back, divesting Lance of his loose lounge pants in one swift motion and leaving him bare. Kolivan pauses, and Lance feels a blush rise to his cheeks as Kolivan just looks at him, eyes sweeping over every inch of exposed skin. “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs roughly, before sliding down Lance’s body and taking the entirety of his stirring cock into his mouth.
“Ko—oh—livan!” Lance gasps, feeling lightheaded as his blood flows quickly south. “Ah, shit, god Kolivan give a guy some warn—ahh!”
Kolivan licks and sucks at him, has him hard and leaking in no time. His textured tongue curls around his length and Lance buries his hands in Kolivan’s long hair, mussing the neat braid. The Galra hums in satisfaction, sending vibrations up the entire length of Lance’s cock.
“Fuck, fuck- ohh just like that- just like that, so good Kolivan- hnng!” Lance pants and moans, letting his lover’s mouth drag him slowly and expertly up, up, up until he’s hovering just at the edge of release. Kolivan pulls off to take Lance’s mouth in a searing kiss, fingers plucking at his nipples, swallowing Lance’s noises and overlapping them with a deep rumbling purr.
“Let me hear you, my little star,” he murmurs against Lance’s lips. “Show me how much I please you.”
He cups Lance’s hips in his broad hands, lifting them off the bed, and giving him no time to react before ducking his head to tease the rim of his dusky pink hole, around and around with the tip of his tongue until Lance is mewling and trembling in his grasp.
“Ahh fuck, please, please I need- I- fuck, Kolivan please!”
God, he’s so close, he just needs a little more to help push him over the edge.
“What is it that you need, Little One?” Kolivan’s voice is all growl.
Lance shouts when Kolivan spears his tongue into him, licking into him over and over. Lance’s heel kicks hard into his back, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“Oh god I’m so close- I’m so close-” Lance whimpers. “Fuck, touch me, please I-”
Keeping Lance propped up with one hand, Kolivan takes Lance in his massive fist. He barely get two strokes in before Lance entire body goes taut as a bowstring, his hips jerk and then he’s coming, wailing his pleasure as his cock pulses rope after rope of cum all over his stomach and Kolivan’s hand. Kolivan works him through it, easing him back to the bed as he shakes through the aftershocks.
“Holy shit,” Lance gasps when he comes back to himself. Kolivan kisses Lance’s thigh then his hip before pulling up and licking the mess off of his hand. “You made a mess, Little One,” he rumbles. His cock strains in his pants as he looks Lance over. “Let me help.” It only takes a few broad laps of his tongue over Lance’s torso before all evidence of Lance’s release is gone. He squeezes himself through his pants and groans. “The things I want to do to you...”
Lance sits up and tugs his pants down, revealing his cock— huge and thick, with ridges all the way down. Lance gives little kitten licks to the deep purple head and Kolivan clenches a fist into the bedsheets. “So do them.”
Kolivan voice sounds like gravel. “You’ve only gotten a taste, Little One. I want to take you apart.”
“Oh yeah? Think you can split me open until I’m crying on your cock?”
Kolivan’s response is a wordless growl.
“Mmhm, that’s what I thought.” Lance grins. “Show me what you got, Big Guy.”
