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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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It's about the yearning even when they are together, yk?

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Of course Kosmo exists in this universe too, a boy and his dog

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HAPPY TRANS VISIBILITY DAY!!

Friendly reminder that whenever I draw Keith, he’s TRANS💙🤍🩷

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galtean klance but give keith both the gal and tean

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This is SO COOL !! I’m so excited ‼️

wip wednesday

Keith sat back on his haunches, tail twitching before settling around him. Limin looked at him questioningly – he was one of the smaller ones, though by the way he carried himself, not among the younger ones. Short, pointed ears like a cat and dark blue-purple stripes running along his back across warm yellow fur. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“I’ll eat after you,” Keith replied easily. One, he was still kinda disgusted with himself for the whole thing, honestly, and trying to eat his kill now would probably just make him throw it back up, and two, with the way Xara and Rinnow were fighting over ribs, Keith figured he was much safer waiting for everyone’s hunger to die down first.

Rinnow, the smaller twin – Keith was maybe assuming a lot, calling them twins, but both had the same short red fur and yellow eyes – clambered over to him, having lost her challenge to her sister. Her tail was bushed up unhappily, and Keith suppressed the urge to groom it back to tidiness.  “I’m bored.”

“We’ll head back soon,” Keith said, pulling the grass. It was a bit different from anything on Earth – despite being dry, and looking brittle, it had an almost elastic quality when bent. If Keith had more time, he’d consider weaving something more elaborate, but as it were, he really did have to start corralling the kits back to the burrow within the next few doboshes.

Pulling the top half of his Blade suit off over his head, he sliced through the stitching – seam – Keith wasn’t actually quite sure how they were made, but there was a line where the two fabrics met, and he cut it. It wasn’t going to be perfect, since he wasn’t exactly in the habit of carrying around a sewing kit, nor had he ever really bothered to know how to do much more than what he needed to repair old clothes, but it should hold together long enough that he could secure tomorrow’s meal.

Rinnow watched him, entranced, and plucked a few grass shoots of her own to weave, though hers seemed less… woven, more twisted around eachother in the hopes that it would become the same as Keith’s. It was – was stupidly endearing, and Keith almost missed the loop with his next movement. He tested the hold – eh, good enough. The grass gave it a kind of stretching quality, on top of the inherent give of the uniform’s material. All he had to do now was wait for the feeding frenzy to die down.

Yila – one of the most Galra-looking kits, if not for the pale white patches across her fur, seemingly at random – dropped the bone she’d been gnawing on – probably for the marrow, and Brye, the little bat-flying-squirrel looking one, snatched up the discarded bone to see what he could get from it. Despite the, you know, entire carcass behind him. Keith took the space they’d left and began cutting off sections of meat – with his knife, thank you very much.

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exes with benefits klance. thank you for your attention

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My little star

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the finale

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it’s almost 4am my wrist is dying but heyyy

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Some sketches

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when someone makes you so mad you just gotta smooch the living daylights outta them

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It's KLANCE!!! Anyways....it looks decent I guess, spent a looooong time on it too ;^;

My art is subject to change, also sorry if anything looks off I tried my best

AHHH I FORGOT!! lance is supposed to say "are all aliens this pretty?", I also forgot to make keith blush.....fuckkkkkk

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Awwww the lil space gays

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Fem klance