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“No one knows you’re like this, do they baby?” Lance coos, stroking one hand up Shiro’s thick thigh where it’s slung over his shoulder, the other hand two fingers deep inside his boyfriend.

Shiro’s answering whine is muffled by the gag between his teeth. It’s a good thing Lance can talk enough for the both of them.

“Big, strong man like you, Captain of the Atlas– everyone assumes you’re giving it to me real good. No one knows how eager you are to bend over for me as soon as that door closes.”

Lance smirks when he crooks his long fingers and Shiro bucks with a moan, tied wrists tugging on the headboard.

“So pretty for me. It’s too bad we have to keep you quiet, you know how much I love to hear you moan.”

As if to demonstrate, two fingers become three and Shiro whines and whimpers his way through the stretch. “That’s it sweetheart,” Lance soothes. “You always open up so well for me. Think I’m gonna make you cum on just my fingers, just like this. Think you can be a good boy and do that for me?”

Lance’s eyebrows raise when Shiro shakes his head ‘no’. He checks for a signal, but Shiro’s hands only clench and release in their bindings.

“No? But I thought you wanted to be good for me.”

Shiro makes a truly putiful noise high in his throat, cuts his eyes meaningfully to where Lance’s own ignored cock is hard and straining.

Lance chuckles. “Oh don’t worry, baby. As soon as you cum like this I’ll fuck you right up through another. Think you can take it?”

Shiro looks dubious, but nods slowly.

“I think you can too.” Lance sets a steady rhythm, dragging the pads of his fingers across Shiro’s prostate on every other stroke. “You can let go whenever you’re ready, gorgeous.”

Shiro tightens briefly around Lance’s fingers and he smirks. “Mm, I felt that. You love it when I tell you how good you look under me don’t you?” He doesn’t even bother waiting for confirmation. “You love when I tell you what a good boy you are, how sweet you look split open on my fingers, ready to beg for my cock, if only you could– oh that’s it, angel, just take what you need.”

Lance stills his hand to let Shiro’s rocking hips set the tempo, keeping his fingers slightly crooked to keep the friction where Shiro needs it.

It doesn’t take long for Shiro’s rhythm to become jerky and shallow until he’s just grinding on Lance’s fingers directly on his prostate.

“Oh, you’re getting close. You gonna cum for me, beautiful? You’re getting so tight, fuck, I can’t wait to feel you on my cock. Go on baby, be a good boy and show me how good I make you feel.”

Shiro’s hips grind desperately until his entire body locks up for a beat and then his untouched cock is pulsing out rope after rope of thick cum, Shiro shaking and wailing through it loud enough that Lance is sure their neighbors can hear even with the gag. “Oh fuck, Shiro, god baby that’s it, you’re so good for me. Such a good boy.”

Lance murmurs praises until Shiro catches his breath a little, sighing when Lance pulls his fingers out.

“You ok?”

Shiro looks totally blissed out when he nods up at Lance.

Heck yeah you can!

___

“–ease can I cum?”

“Absolutely not, and you know why.”

Lance’s eyebrows raise as he softly closes the front door and toes off his shoes. He quietly makes his way to the open bedroom door and feels his breath catch at the sight before him.

On the huge bed, Shiro sits against the headboard, one hand propped behind his head and the other scrolling boredly through his phone. Lance is impressed with the stoic facade, how Shiro manages to seem like he’s not affected by the hot little piece above him, whining and gasping as he’s stretched by Shiro’s thick cock and– Lance’s mouth drops partway open– a blue dildo of nearly the same thickness and just as long. It’s almost enough to distract him from the black lace that hugs those toned legs from toes to milk-white thighs– almost.

“Well, well,” Lance drawls, arms crossed as he watches. “What’s all this, then? You’ve got him all pretty in my favorite outfit, Shiro, what’s the occasion?” Keith turns his head to get Lance in his periphery, and Lance gets a flash of black leather beneath the messy spill of hair. “Collared and everything, wow.”

Shiro lifts his eyes from his phone with a warm smile for Lance. “Hey babe, welcome home. Keith has–” There’s a yelp as a sharp smack rings out. “No one said stop moving.”

Shiro resettles as Keith immediately resumes motion, tiny whimpers issuing from his mouth. “Anyway,” he says pointedly. “Keith has something he wants to say to you.”

“Is that so?” Lance asks, raising his eyes to hold Keith’s.

“I’m sor-hah-sorry for b-being a brat this morning and making you late. I wanted to m-make it up to you, and Shiro said he’d help me.”

Keith gasps when Shiro jerks his hips up. “Tell him the rules.”

“You and Shiro can fuck me as long as you want, and I’m not allowed to c-cum until you say I can.”

“If he says you can,” Shiro corrects with another snap of his hips. “And?”

“Ah! and I’m not allowed to beg. I have to be patient.”

Lance is already stripping down. God, if this is the repayment he gets, he’ll walk into work half an hour late every damn day.

He slicks himself up and knees up the bed behind his trembling sub, brushing Keith’s hand away from the toy and palming over his sides and chest, fisting his leaking cock for two teasing strokes that make him moan high in his throat. His teeth drag across the shell of Keith’s ears. “I accept your apology,” he murmurs. “You ready, baby boy?”

At Keith’s nod, Shiro reaches up and tugs on the silver D-ring on the collar, pulling Keith forward to brace on his chest to give Lance room to work.

Lance eases the toy out, stroking himself to the sight of his stretched hole twitching and tightening around Shiro still inside him. With one hand tight on Keith’s hip, he guides himself to his hole and sinks in inch by inch until he and Shiro are buried to the hilt inside their panting and squirming mess of a boyfriend.

A three part harmony of moans fills the room as Lance draws out and pushes back in, a slow inexorable slide that has Keith’s hole fluttering around them and Shiro letting out a low curse. Lance is gonna try to keep it together for as long as he can but fuck, Keith is so hot and tight inside, the slick friction of Shiro’s cock against his nearly has his eyes rolling back.

“How’s it feel sweetheart?” Shiro rumbles, steadying Keith’s hips.

“F-full, fuck I’m so full, it’s so good,” he moans.

“Then be a good boy and ride us, show us how grateful you are to be split open on our cocks. You can go as fast as you want, but you do not have permission to cum.”

Keith starts slow, rolling and dropping his hips, getting a feel for the stretch, but soon he’s pulling nearly all the way off and dropping hard over and over with little keening whimpers that set Lance’s blood on fire.

“Ah, that’s it baby, just like that,” Shiro moans, and Lance can feel the way his cock twitches like it does when he’s close. “Fuck, Keith, so fucking tight I– shit, Lance I can’t hold out– faster baby, make me cum make me ah fuck!”

Shiro’s cock pulses as he cums, and Lance can picture the way he’s painting Keith up. Suddenly desperate to cum with Shiro still inside, Lance slams his hips forward, chasing his orgasm, growling out, “Beg me for it kitten, beg for me to fill you up like the little cumslut you are.”

“Ahh fuck!,” Keith cries out, tightening impossibly as Lance pounds into him, “fuck please, I need it I need it, fill me up daddy please!”

Fuck, Lance should’ve been prepared for that but he wasn’t, he wasn’t, god he’s so weak to that word, weak to Keith, his orgasm tearing through him with an unexpected ferocity as he unloads into Keith with a shout before sinking his teeth into the meat of his shoulder.

Keith whimpers as Lance pants into his skin, taking a moment before sliding out along with Shiro in a flood of lube and cum. “You did so good,” Lance murmurs, “I’m so proud of you. Do you wanna cum now baby boy?”

Keith easily allows himself to be rolled onto his back, blinking hazy eyes up at Lance. God he looks utterly debauched, cheeks flushed and lips bitten red, one thigh-high rolled down to his knee with Lance and Shiro’s mixed release leaking from between his spread legs. “Was I good enough to get to cum?” he asks, and the earnest look on his face has Lance’s heart clenching.

“You were perfect, sweetheart, you did so beautifully. I’m gonna make you cum now, ok?”

“Mhmm,” Keith sighs as Lance eases three fingers into him, more cum leaking out around his fingers. He wraps his other hand around Keith’s straining cock, smearing the fluid beaded at the tip. He sets a steady pace, dragging his fingertips across Keith’s prostate on every thrust and twisting his wrist on each upstroke. “You can let go whenever you’re ready.”

Keith is mewling in moments, so worked up that Lance can see the telltale tension building in his core, every exhale coming out as a breathy moan. “You’re close already, aren’t you kitten? Are you gonna be a good boy for me and cum all over yourself?”

“Uh-huh,” Keith whimpers, and in a few more strokes, “I-I’m gonna–”

“Good boy, let me see.”

Keith’s back arches entirely off the bed as he comes with a wail, splattering his chest and belly as Lance works him through it until he falls limply back, shuddering through the aftershocks.

Shiro is ready with a damp cloth, wiping down his front before moving gently between his legs while Lance pets his hair and whispers praises to him.

“Y’know,” Keith mumbles, eyes fluttering sleepily, “Maybe I should make you late for work more often.”

Shiro chuckles, pressing a light kiss to the inside of his knee.

Ohh I like! How about instead of Shiro not doing his chores though, he won’t stop overworking himself even though he promised Lance he wouldn’t keep taking on more than he can handle, so Lance takes matters into his own hands.

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“Pedicure tiiiime!” Lance singsongs as he bursts into the Captain’s quarters. He blinks at the empty living room. “Uh, Shiro? Pedicure time?” The bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen are just as vacant.There’s only one other room to check and Lance swears on everything that is good and holy that his boyfriend better not be in it. He knocks twice before opening the door to the second bedroom that serves as Shiro’s home office and feels a prickle of irritation under his skin.Shiro doesn’t even notice him enter, flipping through papers on his desk and tapping away at the datapad in his hand. Lance crosses his arms.“Whatcha doin’?”“Lance!” Shiro turns in his chair so fast that a few papers flutter to the floor. “I’m, uh, just working on scoring some simulator runs.”“Shiro, you finished your sim evals a week ago.”He sheepishly scratches the back of his head. “I know, but Lieutenant Mackie asked for some help with hers and I couldn’t say no…”

Lance sighs. Patience, he reminds himself. He loves this man.“Baby, when was the last time you took a break that wasn’t to eat or sleep?”“Um…” That Shiro has to wrack his brain at all gives Lance his answer.“Uh-huh.” Lance had planned their pedicure date in part to encourage Shiro into some self-care, but it seems like he’s going to need to take more drastic measures.Lance moves into Shiro’s space, nudging his legs apart until he can stand between them. With two fingers under his chin, he tilts Shiro’s face up, bending down to capture his lips in a soft, wet kiss. Shiro sighs into it, humming when Lance’s tongue curls around his.

Lance straightens and holds out his hand. “Come with me.” His voice is warm and fond, but firm. Uncertain, Shiro glances between Lance and the stack of papers. “Give me fifteen, no…twenty minutes, and I’ll let you get back to it, ok?”

Shiro’s face clears and he smiles, takes Lance’s hand. “Yeah, I can do that.”

That was about…seventeen minutes ago by Lance’s estimate. “You, ah, you tricked me!” Shiro gasps as Lance thumbs a button on the small remote in his hand, starting a low vibration in the plug nestled inside him. Lance pockets it, and draws Shiro’s sweats back up, tying the drawstring in a neat bow.

“I did no such thing,” Lance argues. “I took less than twenty minutes of your time, and here I am, letting you get back to work. Go on, then.” He ushers Shiro back to his study, where he gingerly sits down at the desk.

“Shiro.” Lance waits until he he has Shiro’s attention, expression serious. “Do not touch yourself. If you do, I will know and I will be very displeased. Am I understood?”

“Yes, sir,” he whispers.

“Good. Get to work.”

Lance flops down on the couch and grabs his book from the coffee table. After a page or two, he pulls the remote from his pocket and clicks it higher. He’s too far to hear, but he can imagine the deep breaths Shiro’s taking, forcing himself to focus on his work.

Lance clicks it up every few minutes, smirking to himself as Shiro’s reactions become audible from the other room.

“Lance.”

He glances up with polite, detached interest as Shiro steps into the living room. God, he looks like a wreck, even more than Lance thought he would be. His cheeks are flushed, hair askew like he’s been shoving his hand through it, and a sizeable wet patch on the front of his pants.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I-I’m done working, you got your point across. I’ll put it away for the rest of the night, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“You’re done? You finished all the evaluations?”

“Wha– No, I still have more bu–”

“Then why are you out here? Get to work.”

Shiro gapes at him. “But I–”

“Do not make me repeat myself. Get. To. Work.”

Shiro swallows, nods, and disappears.

Lance gives it a moment, clicks the remote the last few notches to the highest setting, and waits.

It doesn’t take long.

“Finished already?” he questions when Shiro reappers. “That was quick.”

Eyes wild, Shiro stumbles toward Lance and falls to his knees at his feet. “Please, I-I can’t,” he begs, “please let me be done. I don’t want to go back, please don’t make me, I’ll do anything.” He whimpers as the wet patch spreads. “I don’t want to work any more.”

“Oh you don’t?” Lance hums. “But you wanted to so badly earlier. If you really don’t want to go back, prove it. Show me how bad you wanna stay in here with me.”

Shiro is immediately on him, tugging his pants down and engulfing his half-hard cock into the warm, wet heat of his mouth. Lance moans as he thickens, Shiro’s mouth stretching wider to accommodate him. He pets a hand through Shiro’s hair. “Good boy. You’re getting close aren’t you? Just from that little plug.”

Shiro’s whine of uh-huh is garbled around his mouthful. Lance smirks.

“Then get me nice and wet, and come up here and ride me. You’re not coming until you’re on my cock.”

Lance cuts down the vibrations as Shiro takes him down to the root, until Lance is a mess of drool and precome. “Take it out and get up here.”

Shiro’s brow creases and he whimpers as he takes the plug out, before scrambling to straddle Lance’s lap and sink down, gasping at the stretch and rocking down until Lance is seated all the way inside him.

“Ahh, fuck just like that, baby,” Lance moans as Shiro rolls his hips, setting a rapid pace that Lance knows is going to bring him off embarrassingly quickly. But if Shiro’s drawn brows and choked off moans are any indication, he’s probably not going to be first.

“You need it, don’t you?” Lance coos. “So desperate once you finally give in to it. Go on, beautiful, use my cock, make yourself cum just like this, without a hand on you.”

Shiro sobs, dropping hard and grinding, breaths coming quick and shallow as he chases his pleasure. “Close,” he gasps. “Shit, I’m so close, I’m gonna cum oh fuck fuck Lance!” His hole clamps down as he shoots all over Lance’s chest with a cry, whimpering as Lance fucks up into him for two, three more thrusts before following him over the edge with a bitten off curse.

Shiro sinks boneless into Lance’s arms, panting to catch his breath. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah?”

“I cannot believe you made me evaluate simulator scores with a vibrating butt plug in my ass.”

Lance chuckles. “Well, someone had to teach you a lesson.”

“Oh, I did. I learned that if I want to get dicked down by my gorgeous boyfriend, all I need to do is accept extra work from the other instructors.”

Lance pinches him. “You know what? I really hope you do. Try it and see what happens.”

Shiro hesitates at the challenging flash in Lance’s eyes. “Maybe I’ll, uh, take a few breaks here and there first before I do.”

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.

Someone strong.

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.”

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-I guess, yeah.”

“You guess, or you did?”

“I did,” Lance mumbles into soft fur.

“Does that not sound like strength to you?”

He shrugs, noncommittal.

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.

“I need to come.”

“Very well.”

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.

The mentioned fanfic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9652322

Shiro leaned against the doorframe of the living room of their frat house. He palmed his growing erection through his thin sweatpants as the sounds of sex flowed around the living room. Shiro could pick out each noise that came from his boyfriend and he was silently pleased when one of their frat brothers moved out of the way and gave Shiro the perfect line of sight to Lance.

Lance was naked and glistening in sweat and cum. His cock was hard and leaking between his thighs as his thighs flexed as he rode one of the frat brother’s cocks. Shiro watched as the man smacked Lance’s cum coated ass, the skin rippling and then bouncing as Lance impaled himself repeatedly up and down onto the man’s cock. Shiro couldn’t drag his eyes away from the way the other man’s cock slipped in and out of Lance’s body. It was lewd and anyone else would be angry but it only aroused Shiro further.

Shiro pulled his eyes up to look at where Lance had his hands wrapped around two other men, jerking them off in a way Shiro knew very well. His cock twitched in his sweatpants that were tenting obviously as he watched. Shiro leaned heavily against the doorframe when he finally looked up to Lance’s face. His chest, throat, and face were coated with dry and fresh cum, his lips were stretched wide as two thick cocks took turns thrusting into his mouth, making him mewl and drool around the rough treatment. More frat brothers were waiting for their turns or just jerking off to the sight of Lance getting fucked so willingly.

Shiro gripped his cock tightly to stop himself from orgasming just from the sight and sounds before him. Shiro wet his lips when the guy Lance was riding began to talk loud enough for everyone to hear.

“You like that don’t you slut? You like being the center of attention, being fucked senseless like a sex toy while your cuck of a boyfriend watches? Is that it slut? You’re just so cock hungry that you can’t stop yourself from taking any cock that comes near you, huh? You like being fucked like a common whore in front of your boyfriend huh?” The man asked as he smacked Lance’s ass again before gripping Lance’s hips and forcefully thrusting up into Lance. Lance gagged around the cocks in his mouth and keened as he took the rough treatment, cheeks darkening at the words.

Shiro felt his own cheeks burning, some of that was accurate but only some. They only saw what he and Lance wanted them to, they had no idea that they both got off on it and loved it. It’s what makes them such a good couple.

Lance moaned and keened when the two who had been fucking his mouth pulled back and sprayed his face with their cum. Lance tightened his grips on the cocks in his hands and shuddered as they coated his torso with their cum.

The other stepped back and watched as Lance was bounced up and down on the remaining man’s cock, smacking his bouncing ass as Lance’s ass met against the man’s upper thighs. Shiro was aching and the front of his sweatpants was damp with his pre-cum and watched as the man gripped Lance’s cock and stroked him a few times. Lance let out a cry as his body arched as he came, the man he was riding grunting as his cock popped out of Lance’s hole and covered Lance’s ass with his seed.

Shiro let them regain their breath before he strode forward and scooped Lance up into their arms.

“Thanks for the fuck toy man!” One of the frat brothers called out as Shiro walked out of the room with Lance. Shiro just nodded back at them as he made his way up to his room and shut the door behind them.

Lance hissed as he was laid down onto his back and Shiro straddled his hips and stared down at him.

“They made a mess of you this time,” Shiro commented as he took in the layers of cum that coated Lance. Lance who was staring up at Shiro with a dopey smile and lips parted still.

“It was fun, but this is my favorite part,” Lance said as he cupped the backs of Shiro’s thighs, eyes trained on the stained front of Shiro’s sweatpants.

“Mine as well,” Shiro agreed as he tugged at the drawstrings of his pants and tugged them down just enough for his cock and balls to spring free. Lance openly groaned at the sight and urged Shiro forward, Shiro shuffled awkwardly until he could slot his cock into Lance’s waiting mouth. Both men groaning at the contact as Lance sucked and twisted his tongue in an expert way.

“So good baby,” Shiro crooned as he cupped Lance’s head, easing the pressure on Lance’s neck.

“Milk my cock baby, I want my cum to be the only cum you taste.” Shiro encouraged as he stilled his hips, guiding one of Lance’s hands to his shaft. Shiro moaned as Lance eagerly began to stroke his length, just letting the head of Shiro’s cock rest on his tongue.

Lance looked up at Shiro and that was what did Shiro in. Shiro gave a cry and arched his back as he began to flood Lance’s mouth, gasping and panting as Lance swallowed and kept milking his cock with his hand.

When Shiro’s cock popped out of Lance’s wet with cum and salvia mouth, Shiro rolled off of Lance and pulled his boyfriend in for a kiss. Lance curled closer as they kissed so deeply that when they pulled away Shiro’s lips were stained with his own cum.

“Better?” Lance panted out, eyes glassy as he smiled dopily at Shiro.

“Very, let’s get you showered and then we’ll see.” Shiro decided as he took in the sight of all the drying cum on Lance’s skin.

well it was supposed 2 b 4 calendar project but then i came up w a better idea 4 it ja;lskdjga

Let’s post it, fuck it, why not?

I made this in november to celebrate 1 year of the Shance Faerie AU ♥♥

So they got married and Allura gave a secret potion to Shiro as a wedding gift, Lance knew what the potion was about, but he didn’t say anything.

The potion was to temporarily transform Shiro into a faerie so Lance could have some fun with him 👀👀👀

Thank you guys so much for all the notes in these last years, I cannot put into words how happy you all made me during all this time

remember that I’m slowly transfering all my art to:

twiter: @pinkontrail

I do! My sfw voltron side is @voltron–trash

My main is @candywii666 (just a random jumble of stuff)

Hey so by now I hope all of y’all have heard that tumblr is due to die in a few weeks. I’m still gonna leave this blog up (cause it’s a side and I’m not super worried) but if anyone wants to follow my Twitter it’s

https://twitter.com/candywii666

Day 4: Spanking

Shance

AN: I’m finishing out ones I already started. Sorry for the spam!

Lance had been angling for this all day, Shiro knew it the moment he walked into the kitchen and saw those sweet little ass cheeks peeking out from beneath Shiro’s own sleep shirt. And maybe that in and of itself wasn’t the only indicator, it was also the way Lance had been teasing him all week really, talking about old boyfriends, flirting with the barista down the street, smirking and winking at Shiro every chance he could get. And well, Shiro was only human, and a weak willed one at that when it came to Lance.