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LANCE YEARNING TIME!!!!!

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I was supposed to sleep but it’s already 5:18 AM I am cooked

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[points and laughs]

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may or may not be procrastinating.. how about another excerpt of pregnant Lance?

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They had a party and Lance hated the food. He wanted real food. He was half thinking he could eat one of the locals, even.

“Lance, we can't eat the locals,” Hunk said, aghast.

“Just one?” Lance said, quietly because said locals were everywhere. “Hunk, I need real food! Protein!”

“No, Lance!”

Frustrated, Lance took a walk. He ended up in the bridge, gazing at the star map either Allura or Coran had left up. The door opened, and he glanced back to see Red walk in. Black had a more decorated suit. Probably to indicate some sort of rank in whatever secret organization they were from.

“Hey,” Red said as he came to a stop beside him. “You okay?”

“Fine,” Lance mumbled. “Allura says she can't drop us off on Earth. That it's not a priority.” He huffed. “A-and Hunk won't let me eat one-one of the l-locals!” The tears were sudden and numerous. He blubbered incoherently, and Red watched him, either frozen or apathetic.

This happened sometimes. Lance would become overwhelmed with emotion for no reason at all. And it seemed now was the time for a meltdown.

“A local?” Red said, and it was impossible to tell what he was feeling with that modulated voice and that stupid mask. He held out a hand, low. “Those little guys?”

Lance nodded, still blubbering.

Red dithered for a moment. And suddenly, he pulled out a knife.

“I'll get you one,” Red said. “Please don't cry.” Then he turned around like he really was about to go kill a local for Lance.

“You can't kill them!” Lance shouted, grabbing him by the arm and tugging him to a stop. “They're people!”

Turning back to him, Red was silent. The knife lowered slightly and gestured with his other hand.

“You said you wanted one!”

“I want one!” Lance cried. “But I don't want to kill them! I want real food!” He stomped his foot. “I hate that stupid goo and the food tastes so weird!”

Red looked down at his knife.

“Maybe there's something else on the planet we can hunt,” he said. “A something that's not people, but that tastes similar to home.”

Wiping at his messy face, Lance said, “Really?”

Red nodded vigorously.

“Yeah!”

Lance threw himself at him, hugging him tightly. As soon as his bump pressed against him, Red went stiff all over, but Lance did not let him go. This hug was happening, dammit! Red could fucking deal just this once.

“Thank you,” he breathed. “Thank you so much!”

“Anytime,” Red murmured. And after a few seconds, he lifted his arms and hugged Lance back, his hold gentle around him.

Once he got his fill, Lance pulled back and smiled delightedly at him.

“Let's go now,” he said excitedly, grabbing Red's hand. He pulled Red along, his other hand steady on his belly.

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lance tying keith down and riding him until he cries 😋

excellent stuff.

i meant to write something for this, but then i had the hilarious thought that Lance would be really into this at first and then pouting five minutes in bc he's tired! why isn't Keith doing any of the work? his thighs ache!

meanwhile Keith's like, “you're the one who tied me down?”

Lance, preparing to get off, “how dare you make me acknowledge my own part in this?”

Keith, who doesn't want Lance to leave him like this, “… clearly i was very wrong. this is my fault.”

Lance, getting a second wind now that Keith's taken the blame, “good. as long as you acknowledge it. you owe me.”

Keith, “absolutely.”

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Do you prefer to imagine lance as a tall bottom (so taller than keith) or a short bottom?

all 3. i like Lance all ways. it's nice when he's tall, when Keith is taller, and even when they're the same height.

i like when Lance starts out taller and ends up shorter. i like when they're equal height and Lance grows taller while Keith grows stockier.

there ain't no height difference or lack thereof where i won't like Lance. i'll take him any way. i can't choose which between the 3 i like best either bc it's still Lance and he's perfect always.

i do tend to write him taller, but that's only bc that's how they start off in canon.

regardless, he's got legs for days and i love that for him.

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i know youre writing a fic for bunny lance, but what do you feel about kitty lance? i mean… he was a catboy in the monsters and mana episode…

thanks for the question! does the reverse dog days ficlet count? Lance turns into a cat there.

altho now i'm thinking about him being a cat in the iakoawsad universe and i'm? dying! 😂 cat Lance meeting Keith bc someone called about a cat being up their tree, and it's just Lance sleeping on a branch. but it's Keith the firefighter who needs to come egg him on down.

“hey, you're on private property,” Keith called from the ladder, just a few feet away from a lounging Lance.

“actually, this is public property, i'm outside the property line,” Lance replies without even opening his eyes.

“nonetheless, you're being a public nuisance, get out of the damn tree,” Keith says dryly. “you've wasted the time of the fire department.”

“actually, the asshole who called wasted your time,” Lance says, cracking an eye open on annoyance.

then he sees Keith, the half wolf firefighter, and thinks, oh, no he's hot.

Keith sees those big brown eyes and thinks, oh, damn, this public menace is cute.

Keith says bc he's got no game, “get out of the tree.”

Lance decides to use this to his advantage, smiles, and goes, “come get me.”

seriously? Keith thinks. fine. he asked for it. and he also gets into the tree.

everyone below is watching their best and usually reticent firefighter just do as this catboy says.

Lance is delighted and he nearly launches himself into the firefighter's arms, nearly sending them both plummeting.

“are you crazy!” Keith snaps at him.

Lance, who felt the virgin mary calling for him after that near miss, “hey, you're the firefighter here! shouldn't you be steadier!?”

meanwhile, Keith is making his way back to the ladder, and they're bickering all the while.

and when Lance is finally on level ground, he shoves his phone at Keith, who takes it on reflex.

Keith's coworkers are watching his tail wag excitedly for the first time since they've met him and it throws them all for a loop.

“give me your number!” Lance snaps at him, and it throws Keith so much that he he's already typing it in when he realizes what he's doing.

he stops.

“wait, what the hell?” he says, baffled.  “why?”

“so i can call you, duh!” Lance says, rolling his eyes.

“and if i don't?” Keith challenges.

“i'll just find another tree to climb,” Lance says primly. “there's so many trees in this town! so climbable! so many nuisance phone calls to the fire department about a stuck little kitty in a tree.”

Keith, “…”

he types in his number and hands the phone over.

Lance takes it with a grin.

“pleasure doing business with you,” Lance says. “see you saturday.”

“what's saturday?” Keith asks, confused.

“our date,” Lance says smugly. “don't worry, no trees will be involved unless you're very good. see you at eight in front of the bar on Maple.”

and Keith just nods, a little taken aback as Lance waltzes away. his tail is still wagging.

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(nsfw)

what’s klance’s first time like? in my head, its (somewhat) experienced lance and inexperienced keith, where lance has to gentle dom him a bit.. keith’s too overwhelmed (sexually, and also w his love for lance lol) to really do much so it’s just lance riding him. but i’d like to hear your thoughts….

i think their first time is quick and embarrassing and neither of them want to admit it was their first time. (pre-shiro's disappearance from the black lion)

they're both virgins, probably sparring, maybe even play-fighting. the adrenaline's got them both hard, and suddenly, Keith's got Lance on the floor, and they're kissing, they're both overeager and one of them grinds their hips together without meaning to, the other grinding back on instinct.

they can't stop once they've begun, and they're rutting on the floor like animals, making out sloppy and uncoordinated, too eager to get off.

they both come too soon, and they're staring at each other, panting, still trying to process that they've basically dry-humped and they're not even dating.

maybe they get interrupted, and they both act like nothing untoward happened. Lance bails first, and Keith's left behind to talk to whoever interrupted them with cum soaking into his underwear.

i think they're both too embarrassed to even talk about it afterward. they're friends, and if this is during canon, Keith knows Lance has a crush on Allura, thinks maybe Lance doesn't even like boys and just got carried away in the moment.

meanwhile, Lance is trying to figure out how he feels about Keith. he's always admired him and envied him. and now that he's kissed and done more with him, Lance can't stop thinking about him.

he liked kissing Keith, but Keith drives him crazy. everything he does gets to Lance. he can't help but pay attention to him. Keith draws his attention like a gravitational pull, and it irritates and excites him.

Keith is irritating. bc Lance doesn't understand how his little brain works, and he wants to. he needs to pick Keith apart and maybe provoke him a few times bc it's always so exciting when Keith reacts to him.

okay, so maybe Lance has a thing for Keith.

and he likes kissing him.

he should try that again.

he'll know how he feels for sure if he kisses him again.

Lance goes to Keith's room and Keith takes a bit to answer. it's long enough that Lance starts having second thoughts, and he's ready to bail when the door opens, and Keith's surprised to see Lance there, but no one's as surprised as Lance, who was already planning on running away.

“hey!” Lance says, caught. “do you mind?”

Keith, immediately, “oh, sorry.”

Keith catches himself before he closes the door again, and then realizes, “hey, wait, this is my room. you're the one who knocked!”

Lance, embarrassed, goes, “well, i changed my mind!”

Keith, “well, fine then!”

but Lance came here to kiss him, and when Keith makes to close to the door again, he's like, “wait!”

and then he quickly pecks Keith on the lips before he can stop himself.

Keith, shocked, braces himself on the door, hits the door pad instead, and the door closes between them.

Lance thinks, wow, rude.

Keith is having a meltdown. Lance kissed him and he shut the door in his face! he slaps the door pad and it opens to Lance making a tragic expression.

“i didn't mean to close the door!” Keith says.

“oh,” Lance mumbles.

“why'd you kiss me?” Keith asks.

“um,” Lance says. “i wanted to see how it felt.”

Keith gestures at him.

“and?”

Lance shrugs.

“i don't know. you shut the door and that pretty much negated it.”

Keith thinks the logical solution to this is to try again, so he grabs Lance by the face and plants one on him.

Lance wasn't prepared and squeals, batting him away.

“wait, i'm not ready!”

“and i was?” Keith retorts. “just let me kiss you!”

Lance protests, but Keith's already planting one on him and Lance is letting him bc he apparently does like kissing Keith. his cheeks are burning and his heart is doing pirouettes across his rib cage.

he likes Keith.

there's a sound from down the hall and Lance pushes into the room, letting the door close behind him. Keith blindly swipes his thumb up the pad and listens for the locking mechanism to engage.

they keep kissing.

kissing leads to more.

Lance is flustered and trembling. Keith is sure but inexperienced. they're clumsy and they laugh a lot, out of nerves and out of genuine amusement when one of them gets stuck in their clothes, the other helping them out of it after laughing their fill.

this is the first time they both say is their first. where they're laughing and kissing and have their lengths in each other's hands.

they still come too soon, but they've got time to work on their endurance.

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just got this ad on the app and immediately thought "Lance sending this @ Keith when he fails to reply to any text".

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guys will say, "i know a place" and then..

“I know a place,” Keith said, and he grabbed Lance's hand, earning a surprised yelp as he began to drag him away from the town square. “Hold up, where are we going?” Lance said, struggling to keep up with Keith's fast pace. “You'll see,” Keith said, focused on getting to the tree line just a few streets down. When Lance realized where they were headed, he tugged back on his hand, and Keith paused. Turning his head to look at him, he found Lance eyeing the woods warily. “Um,” Lance said, “you're not gonna kill me in the woods, right?” Keith gave him an incredulous look. “No!” he said, baffled. “Relax, will you?” He tugged Lance on, and Lance laughed nervously as they passed the first row of trees.

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klance making out sloppy in the rain thoughts?

let's call this post canon and Keith's been away for work.

it's been a while since they've seen each other, Keith is aching just to feel Lance's hands cradling his face. he wants to kiss his palms, his cheeks, his eyelids. he wants to kiss him all over, every bare stretch of skin. he wants to grip and knead and tug Lance as close as possible.

he's missed Lance like his very soul has left his body and now his body hungers to devour it once more. he's tense and aching, and when he catches sight of Lance, it's raining hard. it's pouring Kosmos and Kalteneckers, and though it's the middle of the day, the sky is darker than fallen dusk.

Lance is coming out of the greenhouse, likely closing it up so the rain won't get in. his eyes are squinted against the rain, and he's got his mouth pursed in disgruntlement. he's already soaked through, his white long sleeve translucent and plastered against the bronze of his skin.

Keith's dropped his bag on the deck and he's crossing the flooded lawn with wide strides.  Lance must catch sight of him, because he looks up, and his expression slackens. he's rushing forward, arms up, and Keith receives him, tugging him close and squeezing him hard.

"Keith!" Lance breathes, and Keith seeks the sound with his lips, joining their mouths and kissing him soundly. the rain is pouring over the both of them, but Keith doesn't give a fuck. it's been too long since he kissed Lance, and bites at his lips, rainwater in his mouth, sucking and kissing and tonguing his way inside as Lance moans into his mouth as the rain finishes soaking them completely.

by the time Keith gets to Lance's jaw and neck, the rainwater's dampened the taste of him, and it only makes him more ferocious and needy. he's biting and seeking, unable to pull away for more than a second to find another untouched patch of skin. Lance is clinging to his wet hair, knees weakened, allowing Keith to do as he wants as he pulls their bodies together and rubs against Keith.

they want it too badly, and Keith is too frenzied to focus on any one spot. he's been gone too long and his touch needs to be burned into Lance once more. he tears at Lance's shirt with brute force and Lance is desperately trying to climb him like a tree.

they end up on the soaked lawn, and Keith hasn't stopped for even a second. he growls when he feels Lance shifting even a millimeter away from him. he gets Lance's pants open and down, and roughly tugs himself out to rut against him. it's sloppy and wet, without any finesse, water and mud splashing around them, and neither can spare a thought to care as Keith returns to biting along Lance's jaw, wanting to mark him all over until Lance can't move for feeling his touch.

they come just like that, but Keith doesn't move away. he doesn't stop. he's not fucking done yet. he wants Lance for hours, and Lance is gasping, hair muddy, legs holding Keith in a vice grip.

"don't leave me again," he gasps.

"never," Keith growls back, and by the time the rain has stopped, it's only them, grunting against each other as they seek their pleasure over and over amidst the sound of frogs coming out of the earth and singing insects.

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i’ve gotta know if you have any ideas about stripper lance like i’m so close to writing stripper lance and a bit younger bartender keith (maybe like 4-5 years difference) who keeps dropping glasses every time lance smiles at him UGH

i woke up like at 3 am bc my phone was buzzing on the bed and i saw this and went "nice" before promptly falling asleep again.

haven't thought about stripper Lance in a hot minute. i'm really partial to aerial dancer Lance and Keith, the stagehand that watches from the wings or the rafters, mesmerized.

stripper Lance would have Keith frothing at the mouth with jealousy imo. they'd have bouncers in the club, but somehow Keith's always the first one on the scene, wrestling away whatever idiot decided to try and grab Lance and throwing them across the floor to whatever bouncer was making their way over when Lance called for help.

Keith has to develop a system where he's deliberately not looking at Lance when he's got a glass in his hands. once, Lance appeared to wink across the room as he dropped down the pole, legs spread wide and inviting, and Keith squeezed it so hard it shattered in his hand.

he'd needed stitches.

but after delivering drinks or as he's pouring out liquors, his eyes are trailing Lance as he does his thing.

he never approaches Lance bc Lance has men all over him every second he's working. he doesn't want to be another amongst the crowd. he knows Lance is really tired after a shift and he's not going to add to Lance's burdens.

besides, Keith is young and inexperienced. why would Lance, a beautiful, older man with the command of an entire room, want him?

meanwhile, Lance is wondering what he's gotta do to make it clear to his favorite bartender that he's been flirting and waiting to be approached.

and he gives up on waiting when he sees one patron flirting with Keith rather than looking at any of the dancers.

he marches over after his dance is done and nearly elbows the patron out of the way.

"hi, sweetheart, did you like my dance?"

Keith is staring at Lance with wide eyes. he's been ignoring the person trying to get his attention, was nearly at his limit and about to snap at them to take a hike. but here's Lance calling him sweetheart.

Keith is a puddle of goo.

"s'good," Keith mumbles bc he gets tongue-tied when Lance so much as nears him.

"it was just for you," Lance says with a little wink, and Keith is sure his entire head is about to burst into flames.

"me?" Keith says numbly.

"you," Lance says simply with a coquettish smile. "so are you going to ask me out already or do i need to be more obvious?"

and Keith's hands are trembling. he can hardly believe it. his dreams are coming true.

"yeah," Keith says, "yeah. definitely. yes, yes, anytime."

"so, yes?" Lance teases, and Keith is grinning, wide and happy.

"yes. please go out with me."

the patron is completely forgotten.

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any thoughts on somno (consensual obv) 👀 i’m so gone on keith waking lance up by going over all the bruises he left the night before lance is so pretty he should always wake up relaxed

"consensual obv" anon, are you expecting Lance to press charges? he's not real, he can't call the police. i can make him like it.

sorry, that just really gave me kick lmao, i don't mean to tease you.

i like the idea of Keith eating Lance out first thing in the morning, waking him up with his head between Lance's thighs. or even rubbing up against him from behind until Lance wakes up and sleepily lets him in.

Keith is gentle because he wants Lance relaxed and soft. he kisses whatever quadrant of skin his mouth can reach, palms flat against him as he smooths his hands over Lance's limbs, his chest, his stomach, his thighs.

he leaves little hickeys here and there for Lance to discover and thrill over. sucks on his nipples and tugs lightly with his teeth. he toys with Lance, slowly shifting him around until Lance comes awake, horny and throbbing and making wanting noises until Keith finally takes him.

he's slow at first, but he steadily ramps up the pace, taking Lance apart first thing as the sun rises over the horizon.

being woken with worship is Lance's favorite thing. he loves how needy Keith is, like they didn't spend the entire night pressed together, like they've been apart for years and Keith's just come home to ravish him. it makes him feel so wanted and needed, so desirable and precious.

he especially loves it when Keith manages to be gentle enough that he only wakes up as he's orgasming, entire body alight as he opens his eyes and calls out Keith's name as he registers what's Keith's doing to him and where he's been, the soft aches of his body like a map of Keith's travels.

mm. yes.

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I really like how you included Lance’s freckles in sibotm and Keith’s reaction to them, so concerned but fascinated at the same time. It reminds me that I particularly love it when Lance has freckles while Keith has beauty marks/moles.

Would/have you ever include a detail like that for Keith in any of your fics? Even if Keith only had a few here and there on his chest or neck, I could totally see Lance laser-focusing on them any time he gets a peek, full on stand and stare 😭

thank you ❤️

buddy, you are free to imagine any moles you want on the characters. 👌 

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what do you think about besties allurance? allura hyping lance up for his dates, threatening his bf/gfs (Especially keith) and vice versa.

you tell me, anon. :) take a look at these excerpts from heavy metal heart:

They made their way to Keith's room next where he lent Lance a shirt and some shorts to sleep in.  Lance grabbed his toiletry kit because he never went anywhere without it, and made use of Keith's shower.  When he came out, Keith stared at him for way too long.  Lance paused from where he was rubbing lotion onto his elbows.

“What?” he said.

Keith visibly swallowed, the sound loud in the silent room.

“Nothing,” he said, but his voice was strangled.

Lance began to feel a little self conscious.  His face was covered in cream, his hair was wrapped up in a towel, and he was not exactly wearing the sexiest clothing.  Keith's shirt hung loose on him, and Lance had tied a knot in the back to make it feel a little less so.  And the shorts, well, there was simply no making basketball shorts look good on his skinny legs.  Still, Lance tried his best and had pulled them up high on his waist, tying off the pullstrings into a little bow to keep them up.

His shoulders hunched a little.

Keith had seen him without makeup.  Hell, he had caught Lance as he was coming out of the shower at home.  He figured it was too late to pretend he always looked fabulous and flawless.  But now he was regretting not staying in the bathroom until he was done with his routine and then turning out the lights as he snuck into Keith's bed and covered himself entirely with a blanket.

“Sorry, I know I'm staring,” Keith said.  “I just — you're really beautiful.”

“Thank you.”  Heat filled Lance's cheeks.  He relaxed then, moving over to the bed and squeezing more lotion into his hand.  He set the bottle he was carrying on the bed and set his foot on on the mattress.  He smiled a little, giddy that Keith thought he was beautiful even like this.  And with full confidence, he continued his routine, spreading the lotion onto his leg, rubbing it up his thigh, pushing the leg of the shorts up as far as it would go to get as much skin as he could.  He then got some more lotion to spread it down his calf to his ankle and foot.

He changed legs, and as soon as he was pushing the cloth of the shorts up, Keith rushed into the bathroom, muttering, “Gonna shower.”

The door closed a little more forcefully than Lance believed was necessary, but it was not his house.  He had no say.  He finished up with his lotion and sat down on Keith's bed.  He abruptly remembered to text Allura, finding a few texts from her saying she was home and asking if he had gotten home yet.  Another slid into view as he got to the bottom of the thread.

Allura: Lance, I'm starting 2 worry.  R u not home yet?  Did u fall asleep?

Lance quickly messaged her back.

Lance: sorry!  i’m so sorry!  i got a little distracted.  keith made me sandwiches and then i had to shower and i got out just now.  i was literally JUST reading your messages!

She texted back quite quickly.

Allura: Don't wait so long next time.  I was worried!  I'm glad u're safe!

Another followed.

Allura: Wait, u're @ Keith's?  It's nearly 5.  Won't ur parents b worried?

Lance smiled to himself.

Lance: i cleared it w/my mom.  staying over at keith's tonight and heading home tomorrow.

Allura's reply was an interested pair of eyes.

Lance: i'll tell you about it later.  go to sleep!

Allura: 👀 👀 👀 bet

Lance turned off his phone to conserve battery and set it aside, waiting for Keith to come out.

and much later that morning:

Hunk sent:  I'm so happy you're okay!  Also I'm going to murder you and bury your body in my backyard.  That way, I'll always know where you are.  How dare you worry me like that!

Lance giggled.

Keith emerged from the bathroom, smiling wryly at Lance.

He said, “What's so funny?”

Lance gestured at the phone in his hand.  “Hunk is threatening to bury me in his backyard.”

Keith frowned.

“I thought Hunk was nice,” Keith said.

“Oh, he's joking,” Lance said.  “He's just worried because my snitch sister told him I never went home last night.”

“Oh,” Keith said, coming over and sitting beside him.

Lance switched over to Allura's texts.  Keith went a little rigid.

Allura: WELL???  👀 👀 👀

Lance snorted and sent back:  he can see this.

Allura: 👁️ 👄 👁️ HI, KEITH.  HAVE FUN?

Keith sighed.

“She can't call me directly?” Keith said indignantly.  “You're not a messenger!”

Lance replied exactly that, and Keith's phone rang seconds later.  Keith flicked it open and put it up to his ear.  Lance could hear Allura's tinny voice screeching in Keith's ear, but Keith did not so much as twitch.  He waited until Allura stopped talking.

Then he said, “None of your business,” and snapped his phone shut.

Lance stared at him.  His phone vibrated.  He looked and saw Allura had sent him a message.

Allura: 😭😭😭 He hung up on me, Lance!  Do you see how he is!  Run while you can!

“Hey,” Keith protested.

Lance laughed and leaned over to peck his cheek.

“Don't worry,” Lance said.  “I'm not going anywhere.”

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I hope this doesn't sound insane, but I was checking the Keith/Lance tag on ao3 and I saw a new fic by an Anonymous and then saw it had all lowercase text for the summary and THEN saw it was part of a series (didn't even read what it's called) and then almost had an aneurysm thinking you posted a new fic (you did not post a new fic)

rest assured that it doesn't sound insane. i'm touched you were so excited! 🥹 sorry it wasn't me, but i hope you still found joy!

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Do you think Keith bites lance, in like a sexy way

i don't think there exists a Keith that doesn't bite Lance, sexy or not. i think Keith might one day get frustrated, doubly so bc he can't communicate it, and just leans over to chomp him.

maybe that's how it's starts and they both realize it feels good.

hell, maybe his galra teeth are bothering him and he just needs a little nibble like a baby needs a teething ring.

i think Lance likes it more than he'll ever admit, and he worries people will ask questions if they see his neck all marked up, so he asks Keith to bite places he can hide with clothes. the inside of his thighs are both their favorite spots. Lance will squeeze them in the middle of the day just to feel the ache of the bruises and get turned on. he'll linger on the memory of Keith pressing his teeth into the flesh of them, and if he can, sneak away to rub one out.

maybe he gets Keith in private afterwards and tells him what he did just to leave him frustrated and aching for it. so when they next have some time alone, Keith will be more likely to chomp him good and plenty.

mm, yeah. Keith definitely bites Lance.