A/N: Belated happy holidays? Have some ‘glad to be alive’ sex set sometime while Keith is with the BoM around S4-6 but nowhere specific. I’ll add the links in a reblog so this post can stay in the search, check the notes!
Summary: Sometimes they’re just happy to be alive together, and together in the moment.
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Only some briefly mentioned canon typical violence.
Enjoy!
Lance barely gave the Red Lion enough time to land and lower his head before Lance was barrelling out of his seat and jumping from the Red Lion's mouth, before the ramp could even be extended. Lance ran past the other lion hangars, briefly acknowledging that Pidge and Hunk were running behind him. As he approached one of the general hangars where other ships were landing, the hall started getting more populated, and people had to jump out of Lance's way as he ran past them.
Lance burst into one of the hangars and narrowly avoided running down a couple of rebels as he sprinted to one of the ships. Its ramps were only just extending as Lance skidded to a halt in front of the main door. He started bouncing on the balls of his feet, chanting "c'mon c'mon c'mon", as if that would make the doors open faster.
Finally it did, and Lance only just held himself back from forcing himself onto the ship. Instead, he was good, and waited, until Keith finally appeared at the top of the ramp, after the injured had been brought out.
As soon as Lance clapped eyes on Keith however, his self control snapped, and he flung himself at Keith.
"Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and the camel, what the everliving fuck where you thinking?" Lance hissed as he wrapped his arms tightly around Keith's shoulder and pushed his face into Keith's neck.
Keith staggered a little under Lance's weight, but quickly returned the embrace, hiding his face in Lance's neck in return. "I'm OK," was all he said.
Lance huffed, but said nothing in return.
He would have been happy to stay hugging Keith for the next three centuries, but when one of the rebels coughed politely, and another not so politely told them to fuck off, Lance maneuvered them both to the side, still maintaining his hold around Keith's shoulders.
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“mmmh?” Allura tilted her head, cheek resting on the spot of her pillow where she had drooled a bit.
Lance spooned her, his chin resting on her shoulder and his hands on her middle.
“What is it?” She asked, rubbing her eyes.
Lance pressed feather light kisses on her shoulder blades before moving up her neck. “I can’t sleep.” He kissed her ear, one of Allura’s most sensitive spots, making it twitch a little.
Allura smiled, knowing very well what Lance wanted. “And how can I help?”
Lance’s hand trailed up her body, under her pajama shirt, until he was cupping and fondling one of her breasts. His other hand worked on pulling down Allura’s shorts, sliding it down her hips. Allura’s underwear followed after, leaving her bottom completely exposed.
Lance thrusted his hips a bit until he was rubbing the strap-on between her thighs. Allura could feel the rubber head pressing against her entrance.
lance is up late at night, thinking about how his life ended up just the way he wanted it. he finally picked up that cute alien princess and is finally back home with all of his family. he was recognized and honored for his skills in battle and now everyone thought he was a hero! yeah, this was it. this is all he could ever want, yet the only thing he could think about now was his dick in his hand, head swirling with the images of keith blowing him right before they started the first battle with the Galra. all he could think about was how damn good he was and how his hair felt between his fingers as he pulled it. he remembered those eyes. the ones that made you want to fall to the floor and worship him and only him. he could only think about how red and wet his lips were covered in his cum and when his hand is covered in his cum and he is completely spent, he realizes that maybe the way you want things isn’t the way you need.
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So there's an 18+ bottom keith server. Anybody is welcome to join. It's multiship and kink friendly, so all I ask is for people to be respectful of one another.
The morning after that Lance's dirty dream is going to be interesting. He going to be waking up to not only cum in his underwear, but also the subjects of said dream cuddling him. (Maybe Shiro and Keith got morning wood pressed against his ass/crotch?) I can't tell if he'd be more horrified or excited.
Horrified or excited…well you’re about to find out anon. (PART 1 HERE)
It’s hot Lance thinks when he starts to rouse from his sleep. So hot. Who the fuck keeps their home this fucking hot? Where the hell is he? Actual hell??
The room doesn’t smell familiar. Not his apartment, then he remembers. That’s right, he fell asleep at Keith and Shiro’s place in the middle of their movie. They’re the heathens that keep their apartment a cooking-a-potato temperature. He’s about to complain but then he opens his eyes and his breath catches.
No wonder it’s so warm. He’s in a bed, under the covers with shirtless Shiro facing him. Shiro’s asleep with an arm under Lance’s head and the other between their chests. If Shiro even twitches his pinky he’ll rub Lance’s nipple through his shirt.
When Lance tries to roll carefully away, he finds he can’t. There’s a body behind him on top of the covers. It’s Keith, his face pressed into Lance’s neck and his arm draped over his side. He’s sleeping soundly too, his hot breath the cause of Lance’s sweaty neck.
How…how did he get here? Is this a dream? He doesn’t remember. They didn’t do…you know…it, did they?
His ass feels a bit stretched but his pants are still on. Shiro’s got pants on two and it looks like Keith fell into the bed fully dressed. When he feels inside his boxers there are the remnants of dry come plastered inside, making him bite his lip with embarrassment. Not again. Now that he thinks about it, he did have a rather vivid wet dream. It’s been happening more and more lately as he hangs out with both Shiro and Keith.
They weren’t…in the bed when that happened were they? Jesus…he hopes not.
But now…how is he supposed to get out without having an awkward conversation? He tries to shimmy a little but immediately Keith’s arm tightens around his middle and pulls himself closer to Lance. Maybe he’s imagining it, but something hard is pressed to his ass and he’s pretty sure it’s Keith’s morning wood. Not only that but he’s…grinding it against Lance’s ass.
“Mmm…yeah…” Keith groans sleepily into Lance’s neck. “Feel so good…”
“K-Keith,” Lance tries to clear his throat. “It’s…it’s me.”
“Hmm? Yeah?” Keith mumbles. “Who’s ‘me’?”
“Lance,” he reminds him.
He must still be drunk from the night before. Or maybe he’s just not really awake enough to know what he’s doing.
“Mmm…Lance. Great,” Keith sighs and slips under the covers. Then he grabs for his hips and continues grinding against him. “That’s who I was aiming for. Damn blanket got in the way.”
“K-Keith! You mean Shiro! And Sh-Shiro’s…right there!” Lance urgently whispers.
“He can wait his turn,” Keith yawns and then buries his face in Lance’s neck and taking a deep breath of Lance’s scent. “He knows I called first dibs,” he breathes against Lance’s pulse before sucking on his flesh.
“F-First d—ahH!” Lance nearly yelps when Keith bites into his shoulder.
Keith’s hands paw and rub all over Lance’s crotch as he nibbles and sucks on his neck, getting him hard embarrassingly fast. Lance thinks he should protest, after all, Keith’s boyfriend is lying right next to them. Shouldn’t he try to preserve the sanctity of their relationship? But then he remembers what Keith said about calling dibs…which means they talked together about Lance.
“We heard you last night,” Keith tells him as his hard-on rubs against the cleft of Lance’s ass. “Begging and mewling in your sleep…we watched you. Should have seen how hard Shiro got hearing you call out for him.”
“S-Sorry,” is all Lance can think to say.
“Don’t be,” Keith tells him, slicking his fingers with spit. “Watching you come in your pants at just the thought of us fucking you…made us wish you were awake so we could. And now that you are…” Keith grins and slips his hand into the back of Lance’s pants. He rubs his wet fingers against Lance’s puckered hole making him whimper. “…we’d like to give it a try. You game?”
Lance swallows a nervous noise as he looks over at Shiro, still sleeping. He can imagine Shiro waking to find Lance panting and moaning, a perfect view of him clutching sheets in his hands with Keith’s cock sliding in and out of him in quick succession. His own cock flushed and dripping with each thrust. He can see Shiro crawling forward to touch and taste and rub their cocks together in Shiro’s massive hand. Shiro’s name spilling from his gaping mouth as he begs begs begs for him to take his ass too. To fuck him together.
“Waiting for an answer, Lance,” Keith reminds him, his lips touching Lance’s ear. “If you want it…say yes. And we’ll wake Shiro up with your pretty moans.”
Lance swallows back a whimper but nods his head and says, “Yes. P-Please…”
Keith’s fingers plunge into the tight heat of his ass, making Lance groan. Those fingers thrust and curl and spread as they stretch him open while Lance bites back gasps and moans. Keith tells him to spread his legs for him and Lance obeys, the command feeling nostalgic in a way like he’s heard Keith tell him to keep his legs open before. When Keith’s cock enters him his eyes shut so he can drown in the sensation of that huge cock splitting him open.
“S-So full,” Lance gasps, biting the knuckles of his hand.
“Shiro’s is bigger than this,” Keith pants into his neck. “Can’t wait…for you to…feel it.”
“G-God…” Lance whines. “B-Bigger?”
“Yeah. And he gives…the best blowjobs,” Keith tells him. “Like…sucking your soul…right out of your cock…”
“F-Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Lance whimpers, thinking about his weeping cock sitting untouched between his legs. If Shiro was down there–
“But don’t take my word for it,” Keith chuckles mirthfully into his shoulder.
Before Lance can ask what he means, wet heat sinks down onto his cock making Lance cry out. It takes every ounce of self-control that he has to not unload into that mouth the moment he feels his tip reach the back of a humming throat. Shiro’s throat. Without his meaning to, Lance’s hands go straight for Shiro’s hair and hold taut. To keep him from moving even an inch.
“I-If y-y-you…hah…move…I-I-I’ll…” Lance stammers and swallows. “I c-c-can’t s-stop…myself…”
“It’s alright,” Keith promises him and thrusts hard a few times in succession making Lance bite back weak noises. “Just because he sucks you off once, doesn’t mean he’ll be done with you.”
“You s-s-sure?” Lance asks and he can feel Shiro’s tongue swirl around his cock. It sends a delightful shiver through his body but he resists just the same.
“Yeah,” Keith hums and kisses Lance’s neck. “We got all day, Lance…more than enough time to do things twice. Or three times. Or four…”
“Jesus,” Lance exhales.
“So let go of Shiro’s hair,” Keith instructs him while using his own hands to make Lance remove them. He holds them behind Lance’s back, pinning him. “And let us play with you, our sweet little plaything…Our Lance.”
That does sound familiar, like striking a bell that rings throughout his whole body. Keith thrusts and Shiro bobs and Lance instantly releases down Shiro’s hungry throat. Keith’s right, of course. They had more than enough time to do things twice but they certainly didn’t stop at just two. Leaving the bed was an option no one wanted to take until nearly noon and even then they returned right back to the mattress after they ate, showered, and regained their energy for additional rounds of activities.
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Pairing: Lance/Shiro/Thace
Rating: Explicit
ya’ll idek. this was supposed to be 3 parts, and now there’s going to be at least 5 because i have no self-control
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Oh god, he might not be able to do this.
His nails dig little half-moons into his forearms crossed behind him as his lovers--his partners-- grapple each other to the mattress. They pant and grin into each others' mouths, muscles straining as they struggle to upend the other's bulk.
The three of them don't spend much time in bed with Lance not actively involved, and it's a rare thrill to watch them challenge each other, to see them actually have to work to put the other where they want them in a way that they don't have to with Lance's slighter frame. Through sheer brute force, Thace gets Shiro underneath him with a grunt of effort, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand. Shiro grins up and him and snaps his teeth, flexing against Thace’s hold. It wouldn't be much for Shiro to break free, except Thace's other hand closes tight around his throat. Lance’s breath catches as Shiro goes lax like magic, eyes widening and his mouth dropping open on a weak moan that comes out strangled through his constricted airway.
Lance's cock throbs at the sound as he's forcibly reminded of the last time he heard something arousingly similar: Shiro on his hands and knees choking himself on Lance's cock, Thace plowing relentlessly into him from behind. What Lance wouldn't give to sink into either of those tight, slick heats-- just imagining it has a bead of precome welling up at the tip of his cock. His fingernails dig in tighter; the temptation to get a hand around himself is edging into unbearable.
He spreads his bent knees wider where he kneels, restless and twitchy. The motion shifts the plug inside him, rubbing just shy of where it could give him some actual relief. It sparks an idea, though. If he's caught he'll surely be made to stop; it doesn't exactly follow the spirit of the law though it technically does follow the letter of it.
As soon as Shiro and Thace are too preoccupied to notice him...
Shiro heaves in a breath as he's released, the distraction of the sudden rush of oxygen giving Thace just enough time to put him on his front during the moment while he's still pliable. Thace is clearly expecting it when Shiro rears up, raring again to fight his control-- a heavy hand to the back of Shiro's neck grips tight and slams him forward, face first into the mattress and too quick for Shiro to catch himself.
Shiro is slow to recover from the daze of having the wind knocked out of him-- Thace takes advantage by hauling Shiro's hips up and burying his face between his cheeks.
“Th-Thace, fuck-- oh--”
Lance has to suppress his own whine that threatens to bubble out of his throat at the sight and sound of it, Shiro’s thick cock hanging heavy and flushed between his legs, Thace’s strong fingers digging indents into Shiro’s ass as his tongue takes him apart.
Quick and smooth, drawing as little attention to himself as possible, Lance grabs a pillow and folds its between his legs. He rocks his hips down experimentally and oh that’s it. It gives him the extra leverage he needs to keep the plug rocking against his prostate with each grind of his hips, sparking jolts of pleasure through him like an electric current under his skin. Shiro really should’ve known better-- he restricted Lance only from touching himself, not from coming.
And with the scene playing out before him after having been dragged back from the edge once already...
Thace lets Shiro rock his hips back into his face and Lance matches his rhythm, keeping his arms tucked behind himself so there can be no question that he’s following orders. Shiro moans again, a low, punched-out sound that makes Lance’s spine go molten, makes his hips roll quicker. He’s not sure which of them he’s more envious of: Shiro with Thace’s expert tongue teasing and delving into his hole, or Thace with Shiro under his mouth and hands, calling out for him so beautifully.
Lance can too easily picture himself in either position, has quite recently been in both positions, and the sense memory of it has him gritting his teeth against the heat coiling tight in his belly. Thace must do something especially agile with his tongue-- whatever it is has Shiro wordlessly crying out, the arch of his back deepening further, and the visual of it is too much.
Lance starts to lose the plot, swears low and grinds harder, abandons subtlety as the pressure between his hips climbs higher. He’s too close-- can’t focus on biting back the noises rising in his throat. Two pairs of eyes swivel to him as his voice breaks on a moan-- he’s so close, he just has to come before they realize what’s happening and get with the program quick enough to stop him. The familiar tingle starts in his fingers and toes and the pressure reaches its apex-- yes, yes, oh, he’s gonna--
His cock pulses once before unforgiving fingers clamp around the base, cutting off the next spurt of come and effectively ruining his orgasm.
“No! Fuck!” Lance wails. “Goddammit I was there!”
It’s Shiro who grips his cock like a vice, grinning wickedly like he wasn’t just getting the rimming of a lifetime. “Oh kitten. If only you could’ve been good for a little longer, we would’ve given you exactly what you asked for.”
When he’s released, his softening cock dribbles a pathetic rivulet of come onto the pillow between his legs.
“I didn’t do anything you said I couldn’t do,” Lance huffs. “You said not to touch myself and I didn’t.”
Thace runs a palm up Lance’s thigh and presses a chuckle into Shiro’s hair. “He’s not wrong, you know.”
Lance sees the opportunity for a potential ally and jumps on it.
Focusing all his attention on Thace, he crawls into his lap to straddle him, wrapping his arms around broad shoulders and wriggling so that Thace’s erection presses up against Lance's ass. His hands automatically fall to Lance's hips to steady him.
"I didn't break any rules did I, daddy?" He softens the petulant note in his voice with a wiggle of his hips, teasing friction on Thace's cock. Thace likes it when he's a bit of a brat anyway.
He can just about hear Shiro's eyes rolling behind him.
"Techically, I suppose you didn't," Thace allows.
Jackpot.
His hips set a steady little rhythm in Thace's lap-- it's not enough to nudge the plug into anything especially good, but it's more than enough for the skin-warmed base of it to brush Thace's cock in an unforgettable reminder. Thace just hums placidly, but Lance can feel him twitch against his ass.
"I just wanted to feel good," he says into the five o'clock shadow at the corner of Thace's jaw. "Is that bad? Don't you want me to feel good, daddy?"
Thace's hand trails from his hip to the jewel of the plug, circling a fingertip so that it rocks against his prostate. Lance's hips jerk and he moans, soft and genuine. His cock, half-hard since he settled in Thace's lap, begins to fill and thicken.
"Of course I do baby boy."
Lance's next moan isn't entirely affected, but it does border on obnoxious, and he has to bite down on a giggle as Shiro snorts.
"Daddy Shiro is so mean to me, isn't he? I didn’t do anything wrong and he still wouldn’t let me feel nice. It’s just not fair--”
“Alright, that’s enough of that,” Shiro’s is clearly trying to sound stern but he’s laughing through it too much to be believable. Lance is bodily removed from Thace’s lap and manhandled down to the bed on his back.
Shiro’s body covers his. “You’re a goddamn menace, you know that?”
Shiro tries to kiss him but they’re both grinning too hard.
“But daddy--”
Shiro claps a hand over Lance’s mouth. “A menace.”
Lance licks his palm; Shiro pulls his hand back to wipe it on Lance’s face.
Shiro grins down at him as he flails indignantly, and something about the expression brings Lance up short. It has him stilling, staring, his heart feeling suddenly too full to fit in his chest. He reaches up to cup Shiro’s still-smiling face.
“Lance?”
“I love you.”
Shiro’s playful smile softens, a mechanical thumb tracing a delicate cheekbone.
“I love you too, sweetheart. So much.”
Their lips meet in something slow and tender that deepens and dirties until Lance is gasping and whining into Shiro’s mouth and Shiro is fully hard against his hip. Lance makes grabby-hands over Shiro’s shoulder and Thace is at his side in an instant, nibbling at an ear, his neck, tonguing at the freckles on his shoulder, fingertips dancing along the crease of his hip.
Shiro’s lips find the hollow of Lance’s throat, then the dip of his collarbones.
Lance’s eyes slide closed so all he can do is feel.
I'm watching a playthrough of dbh and it made me think of this.
Keith is a sex android that was sent to be repaired after his master broke some of his pieces. Even after he is fixed, his master decides to buy a new android and lets the others decide what they want to do with Keith.
Instead of being throw into the dumpster, Keith is instead given to Shiro, the Champion as a reward.
They think Shiro, after all those fights in the arena, could have some pleasure for once.
Shiro doesn't actually do anything to Keith. Keith kneels, waiting for Shiro orders, but Shiro only tells him to get comfortable.
This is all new to Keith.
Shiro doesn't give him any tasks or tell him how to act. He treats Keith like he is a real being and not a machine.
Shiro is completely different from his last master and Keith never had anyone be this kind to him.
There are so many moments between them where they slowly grow closer to each other: Keith bandaging Shiro's wounds after a fight, Shiro telling Keith all about Earth, the two finding an empty room where they can stargaze in peace and Shiro ends up falling asleep and Keith, who doesn't need sleep, cradles his head in his lap.
When they eventually have sex, there is so much love, gentleness and affection between them.
bonus angst: When Shiro refuses to fight in the arena, they threaten to take Keith apart and throw his pieces into space along with all the trash. So Shiro has no choice but to fight.
After Shiro escapes to Earth with Ulaz's help, all of his memories of Keith are a blur and he can't even remember his face.
When Shiro sets foot on a galra ship again, he stumbles onto Keith. Keith can't believe Shiro is there, after thinking he would never see him again. He can't also believe when Shiro looks at him confused and asks "Who are you?".
