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Yoooo Asia. So we all know Keith is fast as fuck. But can he get away from that Good Dick™ when Lance has got him going soooo good?🤔 Pray do tell

Keith getting fucked so good that he’s running from the dick is my SHIT okay (also Trans Keith because I can)

Warning: This fic will use explicit, descriptive AFAB language. Please do not read if that makes you uncomfortable.

Keith is… overwhelmed. Completely and totally overwhelmed. Maybe it’s because Lance is so big that Keith feels completely and totally full, maybe it’s the way he’s spread out, open and exposed as Lance fucks into him long and hard, stroking at his g-spot with every thrust. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t gotten fucked this good in a long time, so good that his shirt is bunching up around his stomach, so good that the headboard is rocking into the wall, so good that his chest is bouncing hard underneath his shirt.

“So good,” Lance moans, grip light on the back of Keith’s thighs, mostly just making sure he stays spread open. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” Lance moans, the filthy sound of Keith’s wetness sloshing ringing out with every hard slam of Lance’s cock. And Keith is creaming all over his dick, too, if being drenched wasn’t enough before, coating Lance’s cock in thick white streaks every-time he pulls out. Keith moans loudly, arching his back into the feeling of Lance filling him, over and over again, and he can’t even bring himself to roll his hips down onto the boys cock. He can only take it, claw and pull at the sheets as Lance slams into his pussy hard enough to get his thighs shaking. Keith hiccups out an embarrassing loud moan, thighs shaking, accidentally pushing himself further up onto the bed as he yanks at the sheets. Very suddenly Lance’s warm touch is gone and he feels empty, probably because he was shaking and moving so damn much that he accidentally pulled off of Lance’s cock. His suspicions are confirmed when Lance laughs, low and husky, reaching out to clasp his hands over Keith’s hips in and iron grip, yanking him back down the bed. Keith lets himself be dragged, hair fanned out in a messy halo around his head.

“Stop running from it, sweetheart. You wanted it, didn’t you?” Lance says teasingly, hooded eyes staring down at Keith’s fucked out, completely disheveled face, before spreading his legs and fucking back into Keith’s sloppy cunt without any warning or hesitation. He’s got a new, iron like grip on Keith’s hips, one that’ll make sure Keith can’t wiggle or shake away no matter how wild he gets. And it’s a good thing, too, because Keith feels completely out of control, gasping and shaking as he’s fucked senseless, back arching off the bed, fingers clawing at the sheets. The bed creaks and strains under their weight, headboard slamming into the wall, and Keith is so damn wet, flooding the sheets and Lance’s dick with so many things that there’s a filthy slosh filling the room, too. A nasty smack that accompanies the wet sound of skin smacking on skin.

“Oh-Oohh fuck—!” Keith moans, and he can’t talk, can’t even think to form any syllables. He just moans loud enough that the neighbors will be able to hear him, screams Lance’s name like a prayer, pussy clenching and fluttering wildly around Lance’s cock, spasming completely out of control until he’s cumming with a loud sob. His entire body convulses as he cums, squirting with a hard spray all over Lance’s cock, ruining the sheets and drenching Lance’s skin. Keith is completely gone, then, melting into the mattress with broken moans as Lance fucks him through the most intense of it, slams him until all he can do his shake and give little squirts on Lance’s cock like he can’t stop cumming.

“Maybe I’ll have to tie you down next time,” Lance all but purrs, switching up his stokes in favor for ones that are long and deep, massaging at Keith g-spot rather than ramming it like he had been only moments prior. Keith moans weakly at the change, and at the suggestion, brain nothing but mush in his head. “Just to make sure you can’t get away.” Lance murmurs, leaning down to kiss at the skin under Keith’s jaw. Keith stretches up, baring his neck for the man, and Lance hasn’t shown any signs of stopping or growing fatigued, so Keith is pretty sure it’s gonna be a long night. Not that he minds very much.

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✏Lance McGrizzled with a side of fries and a nice cup of coke (I accidentally refreshed your blog and I keep seeing McGrizzled and now I'm. Actually hungry)

Amazing, Incredible, Intellectual-:

Keith grew, sure, that’s the first thing Lance comments about when he steps off that ship onto the castle, but Lance. Lance… he, well, he grew, too. It’s the first thing Keith notices, even when all of his other friends are welcoming him back. He’s taller, now, with a broad chest and shoulders, collarbones sharply defined from what Keith can see with his armor on. His jawline is sharp and squared with stubble prickling along his cheeks. The only things that are the same is the cute upturn of his nose and those sparkling navy-blue eyes.

“Wow,” Lance says jokingly, as Keith steps off his ship and onto the castle deck, walking forward to meet Lance halfway, “How do we know you’re the real Keith and not his bigger, cooler, grizzled older brother?“ The boy jokes. Keith rolls his eyes, smile tugging at his lips, and they throw their arms around one another, drawing into a hug, “I see you’re still just as annoying as before,” Keith shoots back, and he’ll admit he’s a little annoyed that he’s gotta push up on his damn tippy-toes to match Lance’s height, now. Keith got taller too, no question about it, but Lance fucking shot up like a bean pole. Though, not exactly a bean pole because it seems like he’s packing some serious muscle underneath his armor. The hug runs just a few seconds too long to be considered ‘friendly’, and that’s partly Keith’s fault, he’ll never admit it, but it is. When they break apart, though, Keith greets everyone else just as warmly

Settling back into the ship is easy, getting along with Shiro, Allura, Coran, Pidge and Hunk, it’s easy. It feels like coming home. What isn’t easy is Lance. Keith doesn’t know what it is, maybe it’s the way he smiles now, or the way his confidence isn’t just hiding his insecurities anymore, maybe it’s his new Black Paladin title, maybe it’s those blue eyes. Keith doesn’t know. All he knows is that this tension between them, so thick that it could be cut with a knife, it isn’t new. It’s something that’s been festering for a while, building and building until now it’s completely unbearable. So much so that they can barely stand to be in the same room with one another anymore. Shiro is worried for him, tells him that he and Lance need to work it out, partly because it’s not good for the team and partly because it’s not good for Keith. It’s not good for either of them. So Keith tells Shiro that he’ll find a way to talk to Lance, he isn’t sure where, or when, not with so much going on, but he promises to find the time.

Thats how he ends up in front of Lance’s door in the middle of the night, reaching up and hesitating before his knuckles are knocking on the the metal door, sound echoing out down the hallway. He’s nervous, heart pounding in his chest, hand falling to his side, curling into a fist and uncurling for what seems like eternity until the door slides open with a quiet whoosh.

Lance is on the other side, shirtless, just his lion pajama pants hanging low on his hips, but he doesn’t look like he’s been sleeping. Keith was right, of course, Lance’s chest is well-defined and so is his stomach, a trail of curly brown hair disappearing into his pants the lower Keith’s eyes rove down his abdomen. His arms are defined, too, and without any shirt Keith can really see just how wide his shoulders are.

“Keith?” Lance asks, he sounds surprised, running a hand through his already messy hair, “Did you need something?” Keith opens his mouth, then closes it, mind blank, and the tension is so high he feels like he drowning in it. When he moves he’s not thinking—just doing, stepping forward and throwing his arms around Lance’s neck, pushing up on his toes to press a searing kiss to those tan lips. Lance is surprised but sturdy, only stumbling back just slightly, and Keith’s blood is searing hot through his veins. It’s like he he’s on fire, and when Lance starts kissing him back, when those tanned arms wrap around his waist and pull him into the room, Keith’s heart soars.

“You,” Keith says as he pulls away, gasping in lungfuls of air, “You, I need you.” Lance looks at him, says nothing, and it looks like he’s thinking this all over, gears turning in his head. Keith’s arms move from around Lance’s neck, hands coming to slide down his bare arms, heat swirling low in his gut. And he doesn’t mean to speak, but he does, voice a small whisper, “Please…”

Lance surges forward to kiss him then, and not before long Keith is being stripped of his clothes and they’re falling back onto the bed, a tangle of limbs, wet kisses, and roaming hands. Keith loses track of time, and it all feels like a dream, something he’s going to wake up from at any moment. So he clings to Lance, rakes his nails down his bare back as he’s stretched open with plenty of lube and long, tan fingers. Keith pants hotly in Lance’s mouth, and he clenches as tightly as he can around those two fingers, Lance’s cock hard against his thigh, his own achingly hard and leaking at the tip.

“Lance-ahh,” Keith moans, baring his neck as Lance moves to kiss over and down his jaw, fingers curling in the short strands of hair at the base of Lance’s neck. He’s so hot, so ready, has wanted this for so long that he can taste it now. He was scared of this before, scared of what Lance’s touch would mean, scared of what would come after, but he’s not afraid anymore. Not when Lance touches him like this, not when Lance kisses him like this. He isn’t afraid, he just wants more, needs more.

“Please.” It’s a gasp leaving his lips, desperate, and it’s just one word, something small and simple, but it gets Lance moving. He strips out of his pants and the rest of their clothes are tossed somewhere to the ground. Lance leans back, just to watch as he pushes the head of dick into Keith hole, just to watch as Keith stretches wide around him, just to watch as he sinks all the way into Keith’s hot, pulsing ass. Keith moans at the feeling, Lance’s hands strong and sturdy where they hold his thighs open. And, as Lance pulls out, thrusting back forward with enough force to make Keith’s entire body shake, he knows he’s in to get his guts seriously re-arranged. Lance isn’t some kid anymore, he’s a man, and it shows in his movements. He builds a steady pace easily, one that gets Keith’s toes curling, driving his cock in hard and deep. He’s not moving too fast, but that’s fine because he’s fucking into Keith hard enough to get his body sliding up on the bed with every thrust, slamming into Keith’s prostate brutally hard.

“Oh!” Keith gasps out, back arching into the feeling, clawing at the flexing muscles of Lance’s back, trailing off into a low moan against Lance’s ear. The sound of their skin slapping together, wet and loud, really reveals just how hard Keith is getting fucked. It echoes out around the room, mingles with Keith’s moans and little “Oh!”’s. And when Lance increases his speed, fucking Keith fast enough to get the excessive amount of lube they used squelching with every hard drive of his cock, Keith knows he’s done for.

“La—Lance, oh fuck—yes right there-mmm!” Keith cries out, and his head is so far gone in the clouds, the only thing he can feel is how good Lance feels stretching him open, how good his cock feels dragging against the fluttering walls of Keith’s ass, how harshly he’s raking his nails against Lance’s back, scratching him up as he’s fucked into the mattress.

“You got-“ Keith gasps, “You got so big!” Keith moans, attempting to spread his legs wider to accommodate Lance, and it feels like he’s being split apart, shaking like a leaf of Lance’s cock. Lance half laughs half moans against Keiths ear, the sound breathless.

“I had a growth spurt.” He jokes, and Keith can only choke out a loud moan in response, his voice echoing around the room. He hangs onto Lance for dear life, because that’s all he can really do, hips twitching and rolling down onto Lance’s cock uncontrollably. He feels loved, because that atomosphere is still think in the air from when Keith jumped Lance only moments before, but he’s also feeling so incredibly, wonderfully used. Like Lance is taking what he wants, fucking Keith’s tight little ass without holding back, groaning at the feeling of Keith clenching around him, groaning at how hot and wet he feels. And Keith has completely lost himself in this, pleasure racing through his body, tingling at the tips of his toes and exploding like fireworks in his head. His moans turn high pitched and broken, words a slur of nonsense whenever he opens his mouth to speak. Lance has always been strong, and so has Keith, but now that both of them have gone through some sort of drastic change Keith feels like he’s just being slammed, constantly hard and fast, and it’s wrecking him. It’s making him moan for Lance like he’s some sort of virgin, it’s making it hard to control himself, it’s making him whine and shake, it’s making him beg even though he’s getting everything he wants.

“Please please please please-AH!” Keith squeaks, not even having the energy to rake his nails over Lance’s back, just digging them into his flesh to keep himself anchored.

“Please what, baby?” Lance asks, and it isn’t fair because he’s moaning, too, but he sounds so controlled, so put together.

“Cum—fuck! I’m gonna cum please I’m gonna cum!” Keith whines, and Lance doesn’t even get a chance to tell him anything in response because he’s shaking, eyes rolling to the back of his head, entire body going limp until Lance really is quite literally fucking him into the mattress, his whole body jerking and completely overwhelmed with pleasure, cumming in hot white stripes all over his stomach without having even laid a hand on his cock. Lance’s hips jerk uneavenly, the man gasping in surprise at how tight Keith had gotten so quickly, moaning loudly to fill the fucked, blissed out silence Keith left as he rides out his orgasm, cumming into the hot confines of Keith’s ass.

So yeah. Lance got bigger. A lot bigger, in a lot of different ways.

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recently ive been living for hung!lance but i've also been living for like marathon sex and i can't choose

And because this is the land of: “Asia wants to see that shit too”, why not both?:

If someone asked Keith how many times he’s cum in the past hour (or is it two?) he probably wouldn’t have a solid answer for them. Lance’s stamina is nothing short of godly, sweat dripping down his temple, uncontrolled moans and groan passing by his lips, muscles flexing, and he’s still fucking Keith like there’s no damn tomorrow. Keith can remember the amount of positions he’s been flipped into, on his back, face in the pillows, straddling Lance’s lap, clutching onto the headboard, he’s been thrown just about everywhere on this damn bed. He can’t even really moan anymore, either, just whine and gasp as Lance fucks into him. He’s pretty sure he’s losing his voice, too, throat scratchy and raw, and yet he’s still begging for more. His limbs feel completely weak, so much so that he’s just laying flat on the bed, arms tucked under a pillow, with Lance draped over him, hands on his hips as he fuckes into Keith puffy, abused ass. And he’s so big, too, big enough that there’s a little sting of pain to go along with the pleasure, and Keith loves it.

“O-oh oh my-fuck..” Keith sobs, because at this point he’s just a sobbing, shaking, moaning mess. Completely fucked out and completely overwhelmed, ass clenching weakly around Lance’s cock. Lance laughs, squeezing a handful of Keith’s ass, bed bouncing as he fucks into the boy. Keith is sweating, too, his back and brow are slick with it, but it only makes everything all the more hot.

“That good, baby?” Lance asks, and he starts slamming his hips in hard again, and Keith sobs, already withering and shaking wildly, “I love seeing you like this, just completely wild from my dick. Can you cum once more for me, baby?” Lance asks, voice dangerously sweet. Lance is so big, reaches so deep that Keith doesn’t think he could say no even if he wanted to, though he definitely doesn’t want to. So he nods his head ‘yes’ the best he can, gripping his pillow tight.

“So—So big,” Keith whines, though his words are slurred and he knows they don’t make any sense, “Fill me up, so so bi—ahAHH!” And he trails off into a loud sob, gripping his pillow tightly as Lance slams relentlessly into him, fucking into his throughly abused prostate until Keith is hiccuping and sobbing, eyes rolling to the back of his head. It doesn’t take much more for him to cum, just Lance reaching underneath him to grip his weeping cock tightly before he’s shooting out all over the bed, tears rolling heavily down his cheeks, mind completely blank, cumming the longest and hardest than he ever has before. He’s just gone, mind blank and almost broken, overwhelmed by all the sensation that zap through him. He’s not quiet about it, but the only thing he can give are sobs of Lance’s name. And when Lance cums his whole body seizes up, clenches tighter around his cock, accepts all the cum that pours into his ass from Lance’s dick. He’s so gone, so fucked out of his mind, that when Lance is done he just murmurs an exhausted: “Thank you.”

He doesn’t remember what happens after that, but he knows Lance takes care of him because the next morning he wakes up clean and curled into strong arms.

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The One Where Lance Eats Keith's Ass

Pairing: Keith/Lance Rating: Explicit Word-count: 1,815 words Summary: It’s a tale as old as time. Lance wants to eat Keith’s ass. Keith wants to tease. Well…except for tonight. He can eat his ass tonight. Additional Tags: Crowd Pleaser AU, post-ending, mentions of pot use 💙 commission for @meeokie​! 💙

It’s only a matter of time before he hears it. The not so subtle approach from behind… The little hum and then the feeling of a weight settling between his parted legs, one very familiar head face-planting directly onto his ass.

Keith blinks, a small smile threatening to tug at the corners of his mouth as he swipes a finger at his laptop pad to bring it to life again, the screen brightness dimmed to match the hazy lighting they used for their smoking session. “Miss me already?”

“Mm…” is the muffled response he gets. A soft grumble. A whine, if they’re going to be honest about it. “…babe…”

Keith scrolls a finger to the arrow keys, intimately familiar with this very setup.

He knows where this is going.

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Lance calling Keith mami is hot

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i haven’t watched season 8 yet and i won’t till a few more days but i’ve seen spoilers and taLLER LANCE LIVES ON THANK GOD

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So I recently realized my clit is much more sensitive on the left side, and I did some googling and found out it’s actually pretty common to have a side or one specific sensitive spot, but not a lot of people are aware of it. So I was thinking about Lance wanting to go down on Keith SO bad, but Keith is nervous about it bc he’s never really enjoyed getting head. Like it’s not bad per se, but it doesn’t feel as good as he thinks it’s supposed to and he’s worried it’s something wrong with him. 1/?

But eventually Keith decides to just let Lance do it, even if it’s not mind blowing, at least it’ll be nice to have Lance worship him a bit. So Lance goes down on him, and Lance is no pussy eating slouch I assure you, but Keith is just. Not really reacting. He seems to be enjoying it but… he should be going crazy. He’s tried everything, broad strokes to tease him up, focused grinding of his tongue on Keith’s clit, even sucking it directly barely got more than a sigh. So Lance is like 2/?

“Okay what am I doing wrong?” And Keith explains that he’s just never been that sensitive so it’s ok if Lance wants to stop. But Lance is still kind of 😩 about it bc he wants to feel Keith come on his face and he’s not ashamed of that, so he asks if he can keep going. Maybe if he teases Keith enough, can work him up enough, he’ll get more sensitive. It’s worth a try at least so Keith gives him the go ahead and just enjoys the pleasant sensations. Either way it’s definitelt nice to feel Lance 3/

loving all over his pussy. And Lance goes to town, throws out everything he knows about typical ways to eat someone out and just tries everything, licks and sucks every inch of Keith, the lips of his pussy, around his clit, tries everything he can think of to stimulate his clit. And EVENTUALLY Lance sucks on this one little spot, a bit down and to the left of Keith’s clit, that has Keith gasping and jerking because what the FUCK was that. And Lance realizes that he’s just struck gold and 4?/?

absolutely dedicates all his efforts on that one spot- licking and sucking and humming whenever Keith gives a good reaction (which is mostly “fuck fuck what the fuck” because oral has never been like THIS before), uses his fingers to rub at Keith’s clit directly and then later sinks some into him to make sure he’s getting as much stimulation as possible. It’s not long before Keith comes harder than he ever has before, comes all over Lance’s face like he wanted all along, and basically has 5/?

his whole life changed. Lance looks up at him, still between his legs, lips and chin still slick, 2 fingers still massaging inside him, saying “did I hit a good spot baby?” As if he doesn’t KNOW what he just did. Keith can’t even talk, just nods and runs his fingers through Lance’s hair, which he just realized he had in a death grip for some time. Lance gets an evil look in his eye and asks, “so have you ever found your gspot?” And then starts running around Keith’s walls with more 6/?

determination than before, and hits something that has Keith’s legs locking up around Lance’s head, who just keeps rubbing and prodding at that spot. Keith surrenders himself to Lance, who’s suddenly 100% dedicated to showing Keith all the amazing sensations no one else has ever taken the time to, shows Keith how hard he can come and how good it can feel, something more intense than ever before. Keith comes at least 4 times before Lance even thinks about fucking him 7/7

Dedicated service top Lance who loves giving oral is what Keith deserves 😩

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Assassin Keith not taking orders from anyone, not even his higher ups, and yet coming home to perfect, ordinary Lance and submitting to every single one of his whims. They can range from buying new materials for his projects as an architect to fucking Keith into the mattress with nothing on but for his military boots.

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GIVE ME MY MEDICALLY PRESCRIBED DOSE OF HOT OLDER GRIZZLED LANCE DR ASIA, I NEED IT 💉💉💉

Anonymous said: ✏ahEM hello good child of the Lord can I get uuuuuhhhh a good Older Lance McGrizzled thanks

Pencil Anon, it’s an honor, first of all, and Mars, hang onto your wig because I’m about to prescribe a prescription. Also Galra Keith And Altean Lance because lmao why not:

Lance has changed, a lot. Part of it is due to the discovery of his Altean bloodline. He didn’t suddenly develop white hair or anything, but the blue Altean markings on his cheeks certainly take some getting used to. He got taller, too, and it’s not something that Keith can really ignore, its the type of thing that you see everywhere once you notice it. It’s just common knowledge that you ask Lance when you need something off the top shelf in the kitchen now; it’s general news that he’s almost a full head taller than Keith, it’s become normal. Even weirder than the growth spurt is the facial hair. Keith doesn’t know where the hell he’s been, under a rock, maybe, but the stubble growing along Lance’s chin is enough to make him stare in shock when he first sees it. There are little things, too, like the scars. They discolor his bronze skin and line his back like freckles, and one cuts sharply through his eyebrow like a lightning strike. He cut his hair, too, shaved the back, the sides and left the hair at the top long and unkept in a messy undercut. And, to add to it all, not only is he taller now, but he’s bigger, too. Wth his broad shoulders, defined muscles, and a back that looks like it was carved from stone or some shit, Lance is no longer the silly seventeen year old boy Keith always saw in his head. He’s a cool, confident twenty-two year old, a man, not a boy. He left his boyhood behind a long time ago.

And yeah, sure, Keith loved boy-Lance just as much as he loves man-Lance, but holy fuck is Lance so incredibly hot now. There’s a fine line between cute and please-fuck-me-right-now, and Lance has gone and decided to plow right through that line. How can Keith complain, really? He’s changed with time too, of course, grown his hair out and somehow managed to get a little more stocky, but it’s not a problem at all considering how easily Lance manhandles him against the counter. He tries to feel even a little shame for jumping his fiancés bones right there in the castles kitchen, but really he can’t bring himself to feel anything but horny. Not when Lance’s hands, big and warm, are grabbing at his hips so roughly. Keith’s heat is a while away, so all the wetness, the slick dribbling down his thighs, is just from Lance and how riled he’s gotten Keith.

“Lance, fuck, hurry up hurry up!” Keith gasp out, letting out a shaky moan as Lance presses him down against the counter, his shirt bunched up around his chest, cheek pressed on the cool countertop. He can hear the sound of Lance’s jeans dropping to the ground, but can focus on it for long, letting out a shout when Lance smacks his ass. He really has no concept of how loud he might be, and he doesn’t really care, either, not when Lance is trailing his fingers down, teasingly circling around his asshole before they bypass it completely and dip into the soaked folds of his pussy. Galra anatomy is based off of three sexes: Alphas, Betas and Omegas. When Keith went through ‘Galra puberty’, as his mother called it, he developed both male and female reproductive organs. Was he surprised? Sure, it’s not everyday you grow a vagina, and he even hated it at first, but now he’s accepted it as part of him. It’s especially helpful now that Lance’s Altean genes have kicked in and allow him to shapeshift, because what’s better than one monster cock? The answer is two, two monster cocks fucking him in two different places at the same time.

Unfortunately that isn’t a possibility right now, seeing as they’re in the middle of the kitchen with limited time and no lube, but Lance makes up for it, gripping the back of Keith’s neck and keeping him pressed into the counter. The Cuban boy teases his fingers at Keith’s entrance, circling a finger over it but not quite dipping in. Keith whines in frustration.

“So wet already,” Lance’s voice rumbles deep in his chest, amusement coating his tone as he kicks Keith’s legs farther apart, one of his fingers sinking teasingly slow into Keith’s soaked cunt. “You only get this wet when you’re in heat,” Lance says, voice smug, “You must be really turned on.” He teases, sinking his finger in all the way. Keith lets out a quiet moan, rocking his hips back in an attempt to get Lance to move faster.

“Yeah, I am,” Keith answers, wiggling his hips, “So hurry up and fuck me before someone shows up and we have to take this elsewhere.” He demands, trailing off into a moan when Lance slips another finger in and starts pumping, fingers curled and scrapping against the walls of Keith’s cunt with every thrust. The palm of his hand smacks against Keith’s ass with every drive in, and Lance laughs lightly, the sound mingling with Keith’s steadily rising moans.

“Lance, please,” Keith moans, licking his hips, and there’s absolutely no shame in his voice. He started this for a reason, damnit. “Fuck me,” He says, “I need your cock.”

“Only because you asked so nicely.” Lance jokes, and then his fingers are gone and his cock is pushing in instead, far bigger than any of his fingers, thick and long, stretching Keith open wide and pushing in so far that Keith is pretty sure he can feel the man in his stomach. His cunt clenches tightly around Lance’s cock, fluttering wildly almost like he’s trying to pull Lance deeper.

“Oh god yes!” Keith breathes out, voice nothing but a whispy gasp, Lance’s fingers threading in his hair as his other hand comes to grip tightly at Keith’s hip. He drags his cock out all the way and drives back in so hard that Keith’s body jerks against the counter, his own cock achingly hard and flushed pink at the tip. Lance doesn’t waste any time, setting the pace to something hard and rough, merciless, fucking Keith hard enough to get the dishes rattling in the cabinets. Keith moans loudly, uncontrollably, hands curling into fist against the counter when he finds nothing to hang onto. With Lance’s newfound muscle comes newfound strength, and the power in his thrust really reveal just how strong he’s gotten. Keith’s ass ripples and every time Lance thrust into him the hard slap of skin on skin rings throughout the room. The Cuban man pulls at his hair, their skin slapping together with every thrust, his hand striking against Keith’s ass until his skin is blooming with red handprints. He fucks Keith until he’s shaking and moaning loud enough to fill the entire room, and Keith’s sounds only increase the longer Lance fucks him. It’s so good and incredibly, wonderfully, overwhelming, and Keith finds himself chanting the man’s name as his speed increases, the wet slap of Lance’s cock fucking into his soaked pussy gradually filling the room.

Lance pulls him up by his hair, and Keith scrambles to find purchase on the counter, eventually planting his palms flat on the surface as Lance’s hand clasps over his mouth, muffling his moans.

“As pretty as you sound, I really don’t want to get caught.” Lance tells him with a light laugh, and his other hand is reaching around to wrap around Keith’s neglected cock, gripping it firmly and pumping his hand in time with his harsh thrust. And Keith is screaming against his hand, entire body shaking at all of the sensations going on at once. He feels weak in the best way, and he’s sure his knees would’ve gave out a long time ago if Lance hadn’t been practically holding him up. His voice is muffled against Lance’s hand, but it doesn’t stop him from chanting “Yes Yes Yes!” or, “Lance! Yes—Right there!” If anything it only encourages I’m to be louder, to purposely clench tighter around Lance’s cock, and he’s so close there’s absolutely no way he can hold his moans back, anyways. All it’s takes is a few more thrust, a few more strokes of his cock, to get him to cum. His eyes roll to the back of his head, he opens his mouth in a silent scream, his entire body shakes and electricity dances across his skin. Everything around him fades into white noise, ringing in his ears, his toes curl and all of his muscles clench tight. He cums hard from both ends, shooting thick white ropes from the head of his cock and painting Lance’s hand white, and he squirts all over Lance’s cock, pussy convulsing and spasming, completely soaking Lance’s cock with his cum. He’s so far gone that he barely even notices Lance cumming with him, just hardly registers the man’s moans as he fills Keith’s cunt.

Yeah, sure, Lance has grown physically and Keith loves everyone of his new attributes, but his favorite change by far is the drastic increase in his stamina.

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I am always down for some Quality Lance eating Keith's ass...

oh woRM?

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Keith had barely woken up. His face was buried in a drool-sodden pillow at around 8:38am as he whimpered around the fabric in his mouth, shivering at Lance’s warm tongue softly fucking him open.

He couldn’t believe how eager he was this early. Keith’s fingers squeezed the pillow as he let out a whine, feeling Lance’s tongue glide over his pucker, causing it to clench. His moans were raspy, just another effect of waking up early. Lance adored them, adored those sleepy little mumbles of his name.

“Lance…” Keith murmured, his limbs falling lax, jelly-like. Lance’s tongue lapped at him so sweetly. His hands were warm, giving his ass and thighs gentle squeezes and spreading him generously to gain access. Keith was being toyed around, albeit lazily, and he loved it.

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Omega Keith in heat with alpha Lance

Keith isn’t quite sure he could handle his heat if Lance wasn’t here with him. It’s not that he hadn’t handled it before Lance came into his life, no, he handled it just fine, but now things go so smoothly because Lance knows what he’s doing. Keith can always count on the Alpha to soothe to hot flames flicking at his abdomen whenever he goes into heat, and he always knows he’s in safe, good hands. That’s just the type of Alpha Lance is, the perfect Alpha. Caring with an extremely good ability to tell the significance in any and every little scent change in the people he’s surround by. Lance is very good at that, crazy good at it. He picks up on mood shifts and a person’s general vibe as easily as someone can tie their shoes.

Keith figures that’s why the Alpha is being so rough with him right now. Keith is giving out an extremely pleased, extremely sweet, fucked out omega scent, and it’s only amplified by his heat. It seems to be driving Lance insane, making him growl in a way so delicious that Keith is chirping back, the Alphas tan hand wrapped around his throat, pale leg thrown over a muscular shoulder, Lance’s thick cock plunging into Keith’s soaked entrance so hard that it’s got the headboard banging against the wall, his knot slapping against Keiths entrance with every hard thrust in. Keith moans loudly, uncontrollably, alternating from high pitched whimpers, yells of “Yes Yes Yes—MMMM YES!”, and Lance’s name. And Lance smells so fucking good, an ocean breeze thickening with the scent of electricity the more and more aroused Lance gets.

Keith’s back arches, mouth opened wide with a scream as Keith slams into his g-spot, and then he’s cumming, hot and fast, squirting all over Lance’s cock, all over the sheets, his entire body trembling and twitching uncontrollably. A supernova explodes in his mind, loud screams of Lance’s name ripping from his chest as he grips the sheets so tight they tear. And he doesn’t know what he’s saying, it’s just a symphony of words, sounds and Lance’s name, spasming around Lance’s cock and clenching him tight as the Alpha groans loudly and thrust forward to burry his knot into Keith’s entrance. Keith’s screams increase in sound, filling the room and bouncing off he walls as his orgasm transfers easily into another, stretched open impossibly wide, and fuck Keith swears he can feel it in his toes.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” Lance groans loudly, and since he can’t pull out now he’s just grinding his hips forward, and Keith is breaking into tears, gasping hotly into the air as Lance grinds into his g-spot, sheets and Lance’s cock soaked, hips rolling in little uncontrolled twitches.

Yeah, he can handle his heats just fine on his own, but they’re so much better with Lance

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here??? i hope this works???

alright babies i caved and am setting up a twitter rn i’ll post is soon dw

i’ll also still be on here until i either get deleted or my favorite blogs do

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alright babies i caved and am setting up a twitter rn i’ll post is soon dw

i’ll also still be on here until i either get deleted or my favorite blogs do

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I honestly want a friends with benefits relationship so badly with some of my guy friends -💋

ugh same but i don’t think i’d do well in those cuz e m o t i o n s yk???

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UM TUMBLR FUCKING CRASHED FOR A SEC AND I SCREAMED BECAUSE I DIDN’T THINK THE END WAS THAT CLOSE ADSLFJSDLFKJSDLFKS

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hey loves i’m still not sure if i’ll be making a twitter but it’s mostly because idk what my @ would be??????????????

can y’all send suggestions?