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congratulations to @emotexastoast for guessing the second reason prospective dates fled from Keith in sibotm.

i should have probably figured out a prize or something..

do you want.. an excerpt from something specific? an answer to a question? a prompt fulfillment? anything else?

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congratulations to @emotexastoast for guessing the second reason prospective dates fled from Keith in sibotm.

i should have probably figured out a prize or something..

do you want.. an excerpt from something specific? an answer to a question? a prompt fulfillment? anything else?

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I think lance should be allowed to tie Keith up in pretty blue silk and use him however he wants

Keith can do stuff, like hold lances waist, but he has to ask. If he does it without asking, then he doesn’t get to finish. Bonus points if he’s left their until lance comes back to use him again

someone ask for powerbottom Lance? 👀

(↓ 1.6k words, contains: dombottom Lance, subtop Keith, spanking, bondage, light cock/ball torture, masochism, light sadism, penis-in-vagina sex, coming untouched (kind of). ↓)

thinking of spanking lately.

Keith is tied up and willing to do anything Lance asks. they both know Keith's into pain, but only if Lance is the one inflicting it, so Lance decides he wants to try spanking Keith.

they don't have a paddle and Lance doesn't want to hurt his hands, so he grabs a boar bristle brush with a flat square head that he uses to brush Keith's hair every night.

Keith is naked, belly down, and blindfolded, head turned to the side. his arms tense in the restraints. Lance is sitting on his heels between Keith's legs, dressed in crotch-less lace underwear and nothing else.

he starts by laying on Keith's back, sighing happily and playfully kissing his shoulders and neck. he watches Keith smile softly and he makes a fart noise on Keith's shoulder that draws out a laugh.

content, Lance sits up and rubs Keith's back all the way down until he's back between Keith's legs and taking up the brush.

Keith twitches as Lance runs the bristles lightly over his back, ass cheeks and thighs.

“how's that feel?” Lance asks as he does it again, and Keith leans into the scratching with a sigh.

“pretty good,” Keith answers easily.

Lance hums and turns the brush over before he smacks the back of Keith's thigh.

Keith jolts a little, but not a grunt leaves him.

“how was that?” Lance asks.

“that all you got?” Keith teases.

Lance smiles to himself and says nothing.

Lance keeps the strikes at the same strength and alternates between his ass cheeks and the back of his thighs. he keeps the hits unpredictable, alternating between cheeks and thighs, and pausing sometimes for only a couple of seconds, sometimes more, just to keep Keith on his toes.

Keith gets hard fast, his dick lying straight down between his spread legs at Lance's knees. Lance takes a moment. he backs up to lean down and kiss the tip. he smiles when it pulses at the touch and pinches the skin of Keith's dick.

Keith jerks with a yelp, his cock leaking pre like a faucet. Lance makes sure it doesn't end up beneath him, keeping it straight down. he knows it's uncomfortable for Keith, but that's the point.

Keith has never been so hard, and Lance continues. he spanks Keith, watching the skin pink, then deepen in color. Keith is beginning to flinch with every strike, there's a damp spot where the tip of his dick lies, and Lance pauses to run the blade of his finger down one ass cheek.

the skin is heated and tender.

Keith shivers and his cheeks clench briefly.

“how are we doing?” Lance asks.

Keith's voice is breathless when he says, “i could do this all day.”

Lance grins and gathers Keith's balls in his hand. he rolls them tenderly and then gently squeezes.

then he squeezes harder.

Keith whimpers, and Lance spanks him again.

Keith jolts with a gasp, and Lance lets go. he spanks again, and again, and again. then he carefully smacks the back of the brush against Keith's balls.

Keith yelps again, lifting high enough that his dick swings up against his abs.

he freezes in place as Lance tuts in disapproval. he reaches beneath Keith and grabs hold of his dick, pulling it back.

“down,” Lance says, and Keith settles on the bed.

once in place, Lance lets go of his dick with a gentle pat.

Keith hums. his breathing is fast.

Lance spanks him, and he hisses. he continues until Keith's skin is a raw red and his dick is purple and harder than steel.

“and how does this feel?” Lance asks as he lightly runs the boar bristles down one cheek.

Keith hisses and tenses, so turned on he could come from that alone, except Lance has tied another silk tie around his dick like a cock ring, and he can't come. not yet.

he can come only when Lance says he can.

he shudders and groans from deep in his chest as Lance runs the brush over the other cheek.

“feels good,” Keith slurs, aching to touch Lance and have his filthy way with him. he's tugging at his restraints, the muscles in his arms and back working and undulating with every movement. “darling, untie me.”

“no,” Lance says coyly, and he runs the brush over Keith once more, enjoying every hiss and deep groan he lets out.

once more, Lance begins to spank him, occasionally pinching the skin of his dick.

Keith is whimpering and he begins to sniffle. the headboard creaks as he flexes his arms against the restraints.

“darling, please,” Keith begs breathlessly.

Lance waits for more, but Keith doesn't go on, so he ignores him and spanks him again.

Keith yelps. the headboard makes a worrying crack.

satisfied, Lance has Keith turn over.

Keith winces as his ass and thighs meet the bed. they're on silk sheets, and yet they might as well have been sandpaper for how they feel on his raw skin.

Lance runs his finger over the thick vein on the underside of Keith's dick, he uses his other hand to tug the blindfold away. Keith has tears streaming down his face, his eyes are tightly shut, his brow puckered in distress, and he whimpers as Lance continues to tease him. when he open his eyes, his eyes are shiny and he looks so pathetic that Lance's pussy pulses with desire.

crawling up, Lance straddles Keith's thighs and takes his cock, placing it at his entrance and sinking down.

Keith shakes, a watery gasp leaving him as Lance takes him nearly to the root, not quite sitting on him.

Keith is in hell. Lance is hot and wet and it feels so good that it hurts.

“please,” Keith begs. “darling please.”

Keith wants to come so bad.

Lance undoes his ties and Keith's hands reach for him.

Lance smacks his side with the back of the brush and Keith stops, but only just.

“no touching,” Lance reminds him.

and then he begins to ride. he rises and falls, slow and even. he twists his hips, really letting himself feel Keith's cock inside of him, so thick and throbbing with the need to come.

Keith is strained and taut from head to toe, shaking as Lance lets his weight fall and Keith's stinging ass and thighs press against the bed. he sobs as Lance slowly builds up to his orgasm, moaning freely and taking Keith's dick like it's own personal toy to use as he wants. like Keith's away from home and Lance is simply having himself a little masturbating session.

the utter dismissal makes Keith's cock throb like a bruise.

when Keith slips up and jerks his hips up to meet him, Lance grinds down and smacks him again.

Keith stops, neck straining so hard and jaw clenched. he's trembling and his hands are gripping the bed sheets tight enough to tear.

“please, darling, please,” Keith whimpers, tears slipping from his eyes and sliding their way back to his ears and hair. “let me come!”

Lance licks his lips and picks up his pace a beat, panting and watching closely as Keith sniffles and lets out a sobbing groan.

“no,” Lance denies him. “one more and you don't come at all.”

Keith chokes out another sob. teeth bared, he hisses when Lance grinds down again. the silk tie around Keith's cock soaked with his slick and Keith's copious pre.

and as Lance earnestly begins to bounce on his dick, he takes the brush and runs the bristles over Keith's chest, catching his nipple.

Keith breaks.

his hips jerk up once, twice, three times, and Lance smacks him.

“now you don't get to come at all,” Lance says, not even bothering to pause, and Keith starts crying as Lance picks up his pace. “do it one more time and it's a week before you touch this pussy again.”

he rides Keith hard and touches himself, working himself to orgasm. the fingers of one hand flick his clit beneath the underwear and the other pinches his nipples and gropes his chest.

Keith is watching him, mouth open and panting. his hands reach, clench tight, and then he forces them beneath himself, gripping his own forearms tightly to restrain himself.

“princess, please,” Keith begs.

Lance comes, moaning loudly, and grinds down hard. his pussy gushes as Keith shouts, his raw cheeks and thighs rubbing against the bed. Lance bears down harder and Keith cries out.

“ah! Lance! please!”

and Lance rolls into another orgasm, hands bracing on Keith's stomach, nails digging into his abs. he grinds his pussy against Keith's pelvis and Keith moans miserably.

when Lance comes down from his high, he trembles, bracing himself still. he opens his eyes and looks down at Keith's wrecked, panting form. his hands are up but not touching him, hovering and shaking. his eyes are wet and streaming, lashes clumped together, brow dotted with sweat and bunched up.

Lance could come again.

but for now, he has mercy and lifts up and off Keith's soaked and abused dick. it's hard and hot and pulsing, an angry purple, and Lance wants to pinch it again.

he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to the tip, and a glob of pre leaks out like a fat tear, running down the length to his soaked coarse hair.

straightening, Lance takes the silk tying Keith's dick in hand. he gives it a little tug, and Keith's cock gives a kick.

“i'm going to remove this,” Lance says. “tell me, are you allowed to come?”

“no,” Keith whispers, sniffling.

“good boy, you remember,” Lance says, and Keith's cock throbs again. “if you come, i won't touch you for three days, do you understand?”

“i understand, darling,” Keith says, gazing up at Lance pleadingly.

“good boy,” Lance says again. “and remember, don't come.”

he removes the silk.

Lance smirks.

“be a good boy,” he says.

Keith's eyes dilate, he stiffens all over, and he comes so hard his vision whites out.

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firefighter keith + emt lance‼️‼️‼️ (intellectual property of @liiizzard btw)

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Holding plush of each other :D

awww

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unfortunately thinking about them

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祇想一生跟你走

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I liked the artstyle (new favorite brush wahoo!!) just rlly unfortunate i didnt like pretty much everything about this piece :pp it did change alot compared to the draft didnt stick to the vision.. I lost sight of the grind

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Cleaned it up a bit, fem Klance is back y’all

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i NEED more older lance x younger keith from u plzzzzz u write it so well

thanks, man. i don't have anything to share at the moment, so pls just imagine college dropout Keith (who lives with his brother and Adam) getting a new neighbor and it turns out to be Lance who needed a more accessible home for his adopted kid who uses a wheelchair. (3.8k)

Keith sees Lance and his milf radar goes off with a vengeance.

Shiro and Adam force Keith to come with them to greet their new neighbor. Keith doesn't want to go and he refuses to change out of his old sweats. then Lance opens the door and Keith regrets every decision he has ever made in his life.

Shiro: if you ever need anything, please don't hesitate!

Adam: and if you need your yard cut, you can go ahead and borrow Keith. it's not like he has anything else to do.

Keith, under his breath: don't just volunteer me without even consulting me —

Lance: oh that would be great, actually!

Keith: i will do whatever you want forever.

Lance: do you know how to put up a swing set? or an IKEA bookshelf?

Keith: absolutely.

Keith: it comes with instructions, right?

Keith turns out to be very good at putting together impossible contraptions. he also catches Lance's eye as he mows the lawn shirtless. (by the end of it, he's covered in grass clippings and dirt, but this is actually a plus bc he's able to wash off under the hose with Lance none-too-subtly watching from the window.)

soon enough, Lance is asking him to emergency babysit and Keith finds himself absolutely enthralled with Lance's sweet child.

and Keith's brain switches from “I need to fuck that milf” to “I need to marry that milf and be a dad to this kid”.

things are going well, Keith thinks.

Lance trusts him and smiles when Keith flirts with him. he even almost flirts back. Keith's got this. he's thinking of making a real move. something to push their relationship forward. some way to make Lance see him as a man worthy of his attention.

then Lance asks him to babysit bc he has a date.

Keith is heartbroken, but he accepts bc Lance asked him right in front of his kid and the kid is so excited to hang out with Keith. and it's not the kid's fault that Lance is throwing all their progress to the garbage.

so he stays. and after the kid is asleep, Keith paces the living room in front of the windows, waiting for Lance to come home.

as soon as the car pulls up, Keith waits until he's sure Lance is on the doorstep, and then he opens the door, pretending very badly that he's surprised to see him there.

“i thought i heard something,” Keith lies. badly. and he stays at the door, waiting for Lance to come in.

Lance says a cordial goodnight to his date and nudges Keith inside the house. once the door is closed, Lance crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow.

“what?” Keith says, not quite meeting his eye. “i didn't mean to interrupt your date.”

he's full of it.

“i saw you pacing through the windows,” Lance says.

Keith sheepishly rubs the back of his head.

“i was just worried,” Keith says.  “what if he was an ax murderer waiting to kill you at the end of the date?”

“my hero,” Lance sardonically replies.

“you never know!” Keith says, defensive.

Lance rolls his eyes.

“right, well, it's late,” he says. “you can head on home.”

Keith frowns and turns to the door. but then he stops and turns back.

“are you going to see him again?” he asks.

“that's really not your concern, but yes,” Lance replies. “getting to know someone takes time, and i think i'd like to.”

Keith is quiet.

then he says, “why him?”

Lance doesn't say anything for a minute, too surprised to properly process the question. then he says, “why not? that's what dating is for. it helps you figure out who's right for you, and i would like to find that person for me.”

“you never even mentioned you were looking,” Keith says.  “you just showed up with plans all made — you didn't even warn me.”

“i didn't realize i needed your permission,” Lance says, eyes narrowed and shoulders tight, and Keith backtracks immediately.

“no that's not what i meant —”

“then what did you mean, Keith?” Lance asks testily.

and Keith bites his tongue for all of three seconds before he realizes that if he doesn't do something, he may very well lose whatever chance he had with Lance.

and Keith isn't good at words. so he doesn't attempt them. he merely takes one long stride forward, slips the fingers of one hand into Lance's hair, the other hand around Lance's waist, and tugs Lance into a firm kiss.

at first, Lance is stunned. then he's swooning, kissing back and holding on for dear life. but then it hits him that his much younger neighbor is kissing him.

and he abruptly pulls away, eyes wide, hand covering his buzzing lips.

“what are you doing!” Lance cries.

“kissing you?” Keith answers with a little confusion. “i thought that was obvious.”

“no,” Lance says. “no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. this isn't happening.” and his panic turns into denial.  “look, i know we play that little game where you flirt and i giggle about it, but that's not real!” he laughs nervously. “you're just indulging an old man. it's just for fun! you don't actually like me, you're just a little confused!”

Keith is incredibly annoyed and more than a little hurt.

“confused?” he bites out. “i've been flirting with you because i mean it! i've wanted you since i first saw you! i thought — well, i thought you got it. i've seen you checking me out, and i figured that maybe you were just too shy to be open about it. or that you weren't sure about your feelings and needed time. i figured i'd take it slow and wait until you were ready to catch up.”

Keith laughs suddenly.

“but i was never even in the running, right?” he says caustically. “you were just enjoying having me follow you around like a puppy dog. you never took me seriously. it was just a game  to you, and i was just too stupid and pathetically in love with you to see that.”

Lance is reeling, knees weak and heart racing. Keith is in love with him.

how did he miss it?

or had he known and simply been ignoring it all along?

because there are moments when Keith looks at him a certain way, heartbreakingly soft, where Lance takes pause and thinks, surely not.

is Keith right? has he been ignoring it all along? has he been enjoying the attention and keeping Keith at arm's length on purpose?

is he really that cruel?

“Keith,” Lance says, and then falters. he doesn't know what to say.

“kid's asleep,” Keith says, gruff. his expression has shut down, his feelings bottled up. he's almost scowling. “everything was fine tonight. i'm off.”

Keith grabs his hoodie off the coat rack and stuffs it under an arm.

“do me a favor,” Keith says into the silence. he opens the door. “find someone else to babysit for your next date.”

“wait,” Lance says, but Keith steps out and closes the door behind himself. he doesn't even look back.

frowning, Lance opens the door and steps out after him.

“this isn't how you handle an adult conversation!” Lance calls after him as Keith cuts across the lawn and jumps the fence to his own residence. “Keith! if you want me to see you as a man, then act like one!”

but it's Keith's first heartbreak, and he wants to be as far from the fault line as he can get.

Lance is very aware that he's hurt Keith. it's eating him alive, writhing in his stomach like maggots. Keith has become his best friend in the time that they've known each other. he's the one who Lance confides in. he is always attentive, always kind, and he's so good with Lance's kid.

Lance cares about him so much.

he hates the thought of having ruined their friendship. he doesn't want to lose it.

“this is why i —” Lance starts to complain aloud. he means to say it's why he's always held back when Keith flirts with him.

and it hits him.

oh. he has been actively avoiding the elephant in the room. oh no.

and now that the elephant refuses to be ignored, it's happening. he's losing Keith.

his stomach is clenching uncomfortable hard. he feels nauseated and his heart is squeezing unforgivably in his chest.

he goes to check on his kid, and finding them still asleep, he takes up his phone and paces the living room as he fires off a text.

Lance: come back here. we need to talk.

his text goes ignored. and he tries again.

Lance: i can't leave my kid alone. come back.

again, his text goes ignored.

Lance: please. this is a conversation we need to have face to face.

and when he goes ignored for a third time, Lance knows he's going to have to give Keith a reason to come to him. so he takes a deep breath and trembles as he opens up.

Lance: i'm sorry. i freaked out. but not for the reason you think. Keith, you're my best friend and i don't want to lose that. and if we get involved, i'm not the only one who stands to get hurt. i have to think of my kid too. you know well we're a package deal. please come back. i don't want to leave things like this.

he sends it before he regrets it, and then types up another text.

Lance: i don't want to lose you.

he stares at it, hands shaking, and he sends it too.

collapsing onto the couch, Lance breathes out and closes his eyes. he presses the phone to his forehead, waiting for the telltale buzz of an incoming message. but the seconds tick by and a hole opens up in Lance's chest.

maybe he left the screen on.

he opens his eyes and hesitates before he peeks at the screen.

it's off.

he unlocks it just to be sure.

there's no message from Keith.

his lips quiver and he purses them shut.

turning off the screen, he puts his phone down on the coffee table.

what was the use of baring his heart if it was only going to get stomped on?

“stupid,” Lance scolds himself. “you should've just let him go.”

hugging himself, he sinks back into the cushions and sighs, disappointed and hurt.

he's starting to work up into sniffles, eyesight blurring with tears, when there's a crash from his bedroom and a familiar voice cursing.

startled, Lance's heart starts to race even before he's up and running.

he swings into his room, heart in his throat, and there Keith is, collapsed on the ground in front of his window. Lance's decorative vase is in pieces on the floor.

“why are you climbing in through the window?” Lance demands, baffled and so relieved to see him that a note of hysteria enters his voice.

Keith struggles up onto his feet, brushing himself off and gives him a peeved look.

“Shiro's up and saw me coming in,” Keith grumbles, ruffling his hair and shaking off his clothes. “i couldn't leave through the front door, or he'd ask where i was going so late. i had to climb out the window. then Adam started harassing me about dinner. and once i was out, i realized i couldn't come in through the front because Shiro or Adam could see me from the windows.”

he finishes brushing himself off and shoves his hands deeply into his pockets, a little hunched and avoiding Lance's gaze.

“i didn't think you'd want them knowing i was coming over here, so i made an executive decision,” Keith said. he huffed a little. “anyway, i'm here. what did you want to talk about?”

Lance stares at him.

“didn't you read my texts?” he asks, shifting a little on his feet. his cheeks are warm and his heart is palpitating in his chest. he crosses his arms to hide the way his hands are shaking.

“texts, plural?” Keith answers with a little frown. “i only got the first one. it took a while to shake Adam off. and going out the window from the second story isn't exactly easy in the dark.” he pats down his pockets and comes up with nothing.

“i left my phone,” he mutters, and then he cringes. “shit, did you change your mind and not want me to come over after all?”

Lance breathes out, and he stares at Keith helplessly, hopelessly endeared. but at the same time, he wants to groan. of course he has to say all of that face to face.

“i'm surprised you even came over,” Lance admits, and Keith's shoulders hunch.

“i shouldn't have just run off,” he says. “you were right. it was childish.”

Lance takes a breath and sighs it out. he walks over, taking Keith's hand and leading him out of the mess on the floor.

“are you hurt anywhere?” he asks.

Keith tugs his hand away.

“i'm fine,” he answers shortly. he's still defensive and avoiding Lance's gaze. “what did you want to talk about? i thought things were pretty clear. you're not interested. i get it.”

Lance sits on the bed and pats the space beside him. he waits, and though Keith eyes the spot, he doesn't come closer. he stands away from Lance, the hand Lance held clenched at his side, the other still buried in his pocket.

Lance licks his lips and says, “i freaked out, and i'm sorry.”

Keith doesn't bat an eyelash. he just waits for whatever else is coming. his shoulders are tense, and his lips a thin line.

“Keith,” Lance says, voice soft, “you're my best friend.”

Keith blinks, a little surprised.

“i thought Hunk was your best friend,” he says.

Lance shrugs a little.

“he is, but he's also halfway across the country, living his own life,” Lance says. “it's not as easy to get a hold of him, and because of that, you're the one i've turned to. and along the way, you became my best friend.”

Keith nods like he understands. he looks to the side, thinking hard. he sighs and rubs at his face with his free hand.

“okay,” he says, and he sounds so tired. “i can do that. i can be your best friend.” abruptly, he closes his mouth with a click and his jaw clenches hard. his next words are nearly through his teeth. “just — can you hold off on talking to me about your relationships?”

Lance is extraordinarily confused.

“what?”

“you heard me earlier,” Keith said. “how i feel, and — just for a while. give me a chance to get over it. and we can be best friends.”

Lance stares at him.

“you're an idiot,” he says, and Keith bristles. before he can speak, Lance continues. “i'm not asking you to be my best friend. let me finish first before you jump to conclusions!”

“then be clear!” Keith snaps.

“i'm trying, this isn't easy for me!” Lance says.

“and you think it's easy for me?” Keith retorts. “standing here when all i want to do is kiss you, knowing i can't and hating it? wishing i could just claw out these useless feelings so i can look you in the eye without wanting to cry?”

Lance takes a breath and watches Keith tremble.

“i'm sorry,” Lance says. “i don't mean to hurt you.”

“i know,” Keith says, soft and sure.

Lance isn't sure how to reply to that unwavering confidence. he bites his lip.

“the thing is,” Lance says, “i don't want to lose you.” he looks up at Keith, noting the frown furrowing his brow. he's confused. Lance sighs and tries again. “i have a child, you know this.”

Keith nods.

“i don't want you to get your hopes up when i say this,” Lance says, “but i like you.”

Keith is blinking fast. he's swallowing hard.

“okay,” he says, and his voice is unsteady. he shifts his weight, his hand coming out of his pocket to hang by his side. “but?”

“but my kid and i, we're a package deal,” Lance says, and Keith nods again. “that means that if we become involved, i'm not the only one who stands to get hurt. if we have a relationship, and it doesn't work out, my kid reaps the heartbreak too.”

Keith frowns.

“it's not just me losing my best friend,” Lance says, “it's my kid losing a father figure and a friend.”

“how?” Keith says then.

Lance stares at him.

“what do you mean how?” Lance says, baffled.

“i mean how?” Keith repeats himself. “aren't you the mature one here? what, we break up, and suddenly i can't talk to the kid? parents get divorced all the time and they manage.”

“we're not married!” Lance yelps, cheeks burning.

“well, not yet,” Keith says with a shrug. “but even then, i won't sue you for custody or anything. i can still be a figure in the kid's life unless it's you who doesn't want me around. i grew up without parents, Lance. i'm aware of how much it sucks. i won't do that to the kid. so even if we break up, i'll still be around. we can manage it. the kid's more important than any hurt that comes between us.”

Lance inhales sharply, and his breath catches in his chest as his eyes sting.

“you say that now,” Lance says, “but what if it's a bad breakup? what if we hate each other?”

Keith gets an odd look on his face. he smiles wryly.

“i don't think it's possible to hate you,” he says. “you're not a cruel person, Lance. and neither am i. we're always going to put aside our own hurts for the sake of the kid.” he laughs a little, self-deprecating. “i'm here now, aren't i? for you. even though that really fucking hurt, what you said.”

the words are like fingers plucking his heartstrings, and Lance trembles all the way to his core.

“can you —” Keith cuts off. “trust me to be kind if we end up with irreconcilable differences. and i'll do the same for you.”

Lance bites his lips. his heart feels too large for his chest.

“i'm scared,” he admits quietly. “what if we do this, and i get hurt?”

“do you think i'll hurt you?” Keith says, just as quiet.

“i think you're young,” Lance says, “and that you could have anyone you wanted.”

“i just want you,” Keith says.

“for how long?” Lance says, looking away.

“how long you got?” Keith retorts. “Lance, i'm serious about you.” he gulps and adds, “i want to be with you for the rest of my life. i want anything you're willing to give me. and you're wrong. it's you who could have anyone.” he sighs. “for me, it's just you.”

“you say that now,” Lance says.

“and i'll say it tomorrow, too,” Keith says, exasperated. “i'll say it next week, next month, next year, next fucking decade. i'll say it forever, but it doesn't matter because you're the one who needs to believe me. can you just trust that i know what i want?”

and Lance doesn't have a comeback to that. because Keith is right. Lance is the one holding back here. he's scared of getting hurt, but he needs to trust Keith. he does trust Keith.

“okay,” Lance says, and Keith clenches his hands, body stiff.

“okay?” he says warily.

Lance nods.

“what does that mean?” Keith asks. he shifts on his feet. his hands release and clench again.

“it means i really like you,” Lance says, “and i want you to kiss me again —”

Keith is on him before he can even finish his sentence. hands cradling Lance's cheeks, he joins theirs lips and eagerly devours his gasp.

they don't separate until morning, when the kid is calling for Lance and Keith is kissing Lance goodbye for now and climbing out the window.

“can't you use the front door?” Lance hisses after him, mortified. “you're making me feel like a common hussy!”

“you want the first thing Shiro and Adam hear this morning is me coming in after spending the night at your place when i was supposed to have been in my room?” Keith says with a grin. “the only one getting called a common hussy around here is me.”

“they're going to find out regardless,” Lance objects.

“sure,” Keith says, “but Shiro likes to pretend that i'm an upstanding citizen and his innocent little brother, and i don't want to burst his bubble just yet. Adam knows i'm a scoundrel, but he hasn't convinced Shiro of that yet.”

“you're coming in through the front door from now on,” Lance says. “i'm not your dirty little secret, Keith.”

and Keith comes back to the window to kiss him one more time.

“trust me, i'll be yelling my love from the rooftops,” Keith says, and Lance blushes, pleased. “it's not like i can hide how happy you make me. but i want to get some sleep before work, and if Shiro catches me, he'll be yelling until it's time for me to go.”

“good point,” Lance says begrudgingly.

“don't worry,” Keith whispers, kissing him again. the kid calls for Lance once more, and Keith hurries to speak. “i'll tell Shiro about us after work, and then i'll come see you, alright? now go, kid's calling.” he pecks Lance on the lips and then he rushes to the fence, jumping it with ease.

climbing the side of the house in the light of dawn is much easier, and Keith makes it into his room in one piece.

he freezes when he finds Adam waiting for him, seated primly on his bed in his pajamas and robe.

he takes one, unaffected glance at Keith and says, “and where were you prowling all night, little tomcat?”

“i was just taking a walk,” Keith says, though he can't quite hide his smile.

“hmm,” Adam says indifferently. he stands and makes his way to the door. he pauses there and says, “Shiro is unaware of your absence. for now. you can explain after work. and if you don't want to worry Shiro before then, i suggest you hide those hickeys when you leave later this morning.”

he exits the room without another word, and Keith breathes out in relief that Adam's actually letting him get some shuteye.

he has no regrets, however, and he walks over to his bed, collapsing onto it with a tired sigh.

he falls asleep with a wide grin on his face.

*

i might edit this later on and turn it into a proper fic with capitalization and everything, but for now, just have this. sorry for any spelling/grammar/plot mistakes, i didn't edit this.

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I’d love to hear your ideas for pregnant Lance if you have any (just in general or for Change Ringtone or even a fic you haven’t talked about before) 🥺🙏

hi! i honestly don't remember what fics i've talked about. i don't have many with pregnant Lance. one i do have is going to be hacked up and rewritten, but it's about 170k so i'm putting it off.

mm, for Change Ringtone, and off the top of my head, i imagine that Lance is actually very calm during it. he's witnessed his siblings having kids and has been present for most of them. he's heard stories and is very much mentally prepared for the worst. so he's actually really surprised when his pregnancy is.. not so bad.

his feet and ankles swell, he feels like a heavily anchored hot air balloon, he's very uncomfortable and sweaty, he's got hemorrhoids and hasn't had a proper bowel movement in ages. the worst of it, to him, is that he's got morning sickness throughout the entire pregnancy.

but what keeps him going is the thought that it could be worse. he's heard and witnessed worse. and it makes him feel much more able to deal with the comparatively mild pregnancy he has.

and that keeps him very calm (aside from the brief hormonal mood swings of course).

it helps that Keith is carrying all of the stress. he is constantly freaking out over every little thing. Keith feels like he's caught in a body horror film as he watches Lance's body change in ways that he feels shouldn't be physically possible. reading pregnancy books and pregnancy forums haunts him. the horror stories keep him up at night. he's not the least bit calm.

he just wants Lance to be okay and get through this. he spends way too much time seeing to Lance's comfort that it even starts to annoy Lance a little. he's got the doctor on speed-dial. he's also one of those dad-to-be's that goes, “we can't have sex, what if i hurt the baby?”

eventually, he gets the courage to go through with it, but it takes a lot of convincing and even a little strip tease or two from a very sexually frustrated Lance to get him on board.

at one point, Lance experiences false labor and Keith's hyperventilating into a paper bag while Lance is the one rubbing his back, reassuring him that he's alright.

and Lance is alright. except when someone messes with his system.

Shiro visits, and on a night when his morning sickness is acting up, Shiro uses up the last of the ginger tea.

Lance gives him a look that makes Shiro pray to every god he's ever heard of. he's standing in the kitchen, staring Shiro down after hearing Keith screech, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DRANK THE TEA?”

he's wavering on his feet, heavily pregnant, hair a little frizzed around his head, bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. his nausea is horrific. and he's staring dead-eyed at Shiro who looks like the grim reaper itself has come for him.

he doesn't even say anything. but it's enough to scare the living daylights out of Shiro.

it's half past one in the morning, but Shiro promptly volunteers to go out and get Lance more tea while Keith rubs Lance's back after returning to the bathroom to puke up his guts.

when Lance's water breaks, Keith blacks out. by the time, he comes back to himself, he realizes he's picked Lance up and has started walking to the hospital. Lance has already called an ambulance and is actually laughing at him between contractions.

the ambulance picks them up half a mile from their home, and the whole delivery is the most harrowing experience of Keith's life. by the end of it, he tells Lance, “you want to do this AGAIN? are you insane?”

and Lance is holding his newborn, too happy to be mad at him. he just says, “you promised me a dozen.”

and Keith is, unfortunately, a man of his word.

the irony here is that Keith was so focused on worrying about Lance and the pregnancy that he had zero time to contemplate fatherhood. and now there is a whole child and Keith finds himself having staring contests with them bc he is absolutely bewildered by the tiny entity that his world now revolves around. he is extremely careful and constantly looks to Lance to guide him through it. the first night home, he spends the entire night standing over the crib, checking that the baby is still breathing while Lance sleeps.

he's there to prepare a bottle as Lance taught him before the baby even begins to get too fussy. he's terrified the baby will choke the entire time he's feeding him. changing the diaper goes just as well. Keith does it so slowly that the baby wets the changing table.

he passes out over a bowl of cheerios in the morning.

there's days where Keith will take the baby to work to give Lance time to himself, and he'll attend meetings with the baby in a kangaroo carrier. everyone speaks in whispers and are somehow even more terrified of Keith because the last person to wake his baby got fired.

Keith's just as rattled during the second pregnancy, but he's handling it better since he knows what to expect. he considers himself a veteran and he's armed with lotion for Lance's belly, a donut cushion for Lance's comfort, and ginger tea for Lance's nausea. he still worries like hell, but he's more confident that things will be okay.

thankfully for Lance, the nausea is not so bad the second time.

or something like that.