(( Smut warning!))

Another week had passed, and Keith was slowly starting to adjust to the mansion life. He'd forgotten how it felt to occupy the same space with other humans after living alone. Things weren't any easier with Lance around, but at least Keith was never bored. How could anybody ever be such a thing with someone like him around?

At the moment, Keith was steamed, and coincidentally horny as all hell. It was all Lance's fault for teasing him mercilessly. There had been so many times when Shiro had nearly caught them. Fuck, the last time Lance kissed him, Shiro was in the other room! He probably heard the thud on the wall from Keith's back hitting it.

Don't get Keith wrong, he loved the idea of sex with Lance, but he didn't want to be dependent on him for getting off. That was too much for him to think about. So the next time Lance had made him hard, Keith didn't ask for help. He was too proud, and even more shy than anything, to dare to.

He thanked his lucky stars that he'd remembered to grab a vibrator on the trip home, because Keith would've been utterly screwed without one. Once he started living alone, he had gotten accustomed to using toys. His hand wasn't enough anymore; he couldn't just jack off for an orgasm. It took forever, and the end result wasn't even comparable to the alternative.

Keith didn't tell Lance that he was hard, he only ducked inside of his bedroom and found his trusty toy.

Why should he have even needed to tell Lance? He was just a tease who loved fucking with him for no other reason than because he could. That, and he thought Keith was hot and loved flirting with him. Pshhh... Keith totally didn't want to ask him for sex... not at all. He could take care of himself.

There was a slight feeling of guilt that Keith got everytime he pleasured himself, but it was something that he'd gotten used to. His body had needs, and he had an obligation to help himself out every now and then.

...

To say Lance loved pissing Keith off would've been a gross understatement. There was something about a tiny scowl on the smaller male's face that made him laugh inside. Not a genuine scowl, but the one Keith got when he was irritated with him specifically.

He'd gotten exactly that once he'd shoved Keith inside of the pantry and began making out with him earlier.

Their whole dynamic... it was abnormal to say the least. One minute they were arguing, the next they were kissing, and other times they were pep talking. Lance felt like his brain might explode any time he even attempted to wrap his head around it.

All he knew was that Keith was hot, and especially hot when he was angry. Sexual tension was beginning to reach a boiling point yet again. And Lance, being the horny guy he was, couldn't have been more eager to cash in on it.

Would it have been awkward to just go to his room and ask to hook up? Lance hoped not. He knew what he wanted, and that was Keith.

There were way more important things that Lance could've been up to. He could've been training, practicing his shooting skills, weight lifting. But was any of that as fulfilling as spreading Keith's legs and taking him? Nah.

He stood before Keith's door, seeing that it was closed. Before Lance could muster the balls to knock, he heard something rather... interesting from the other side of the wood. It was a buzzing noise, and what sounded like muffled moaning.

Lance found his face heating up, obviously being overrun by blush as he froze.

Most people might've recognized that this wasn't a good time, and would've come back later. But then again, most people weren't showing up to Keith's bedroom hoping to shove their dick in him.

Lance coughed from how flustered he was, placing a few knocks at the door. The urge to bust in was tempting to the taller boy, but he had at least some tact.

The buzzing sound ceased a few moments later.

" Keith?" Lance asked. " Um..."

Keith, who was sitting there with a dark colored blush on his face, tried not to combust from embarrassment. He couldn't even get off in peace.

" What do you want?!" Keith hollered.

Lance smirked to himself, chuckling a bit.

" To finish what we started earlier..." He forwardly responded.

Keith bit his lip, staring down at his hard-on that was currently dripping precum. He sort of wanted to tell Lance to piss off, but to be honest, he wanted to invite him in.

Keith couldn't make up his mind at first. Once he realized Lance would leave if he didn't say anything, the smaller boy got off the bed. He couldn't say no. Even though his pride would be wounded, and his ego would take a major hit, Keith couldn't fight it.

He was naked while swinging the door open and yanking Lance inside by the shirt.

" Woah- settle down!" Lance exclaimed, but he didn't have time to say much else as Keith shoved him back into the door. It slammed shut, and the shorter boy didn't waste time while reaching behind Lance and locking it. He stood on his toes, pulling Lance into a kiss hungrily.

Lance's eyes were wide from surprise. Keith was apparently eager, but that didn't mean that he got to steal away his favorite part of sex... control.

Lance picked Keith up, holding him and pressing deeper into the kiss while taking him toward the bed.

Once Keith was set down, he jerked Lance atop of himself and continued attacking the taller male's lips with his own. Lance smirked into the contact while leaning over Keith.

" You were touching yourself, hm?" Lance purred down Keith's neck. " I bet you were thinking of me."

" Fuck off." Keith retorted, but felt his entire body stiffen when Lance gripped his member. He gasped quietly from the much needed friction.

" You were." Lance sultrily said, kissing on Keith's neck while fondling his cock at the same time.

Keith loved it way more than he should've. Lance was so good in bed that it wasn't possible to resist his charm. Even if he was sort of annoying sometimes, this made it even more worth it to put up with him. But who was Keith kidding? He liked Lance for other things besides sex as well.

That was the part he wouldn't admit to. Feelings were more embarrassing and complicated than hot, sweaty, ruthless fucking.

" Sh-shut up..." Keith grit his teeth.

Lance only bit on Keith's neck, squeezing his length and leaving hickeys all over his pale white skin. He didn't give a solitary fuck if anyone saw them in that moment. All that mattered was that Keith knew who he belonged to.

Keith whimpered and shuddered from the way Lance massaged him. It only made him more aroused.

" Fuck me..." Keith swallowed harshly, and his tone of voice sounded unbelievably desperate. It was tired and exerted, and that much shone through in the sheer pitch of it.

Lance pulled back, pressing a quick kiss to Keith's lips and making eye contact with him.

" You want it, Baby?" He leered at him. Lust clouded Lance's eyes as he kept staring the smaller boy down.

Keith tried not to focus on how the name made him feel. It was designated only to the bedroom, and even though it was nothing more than a mere pet name, it made his heart flutter. It made his throat dry from the tiny breath hitch resulting from it.

" Yeah." Keith told him with certainty.

" Alright." Lance took his hand away from Keith's member, moving to toss off his shirt. " You have lube, right?" He asked, and Keith nodded shyly.

Keith felt everything else fading away for the time being. Nothing else mattered once Lance had his pants off and was pulling out from his boxers.

Lance totally wanted to tease Keith with that vibrator, and he definitely had the urge to do it right then and there. But he decided that Keith and him both needed release, and it wasn't the best time to. He'd remember it for later, though. And he'd be asking Keith where he'd even gotten it from, but it also wasn't the time for that. No thinking, no quizzing him, only sex. Sweet, secretive sex.

Keith handed Lance his bottle of lube, and Lance licked his lips while smearing some all over his length. He didn't even bother prepping Keith, cause it was obvious Keith had beat him to it.

Lube was rubbed along the entirety of Keith's rim by the time Lance decided he wanted to mix it up.

" Come here." He sat to the side of Keith, stroking himself and waiting for the other boy to get atop his lap.

" You want me to ride you?" Keith couldn't have been anymore red.

" What do you think?" Lance smirked.

Keith got on top of Lance, but he faced away from him. It would've been humiliating as hell for Lance to see his face the whole time.

" Nuh uh... I wanna see you." Lance placed his hands on Keith's shoulders, helping to turn him around in his lap. The smaller boy looked completely overtaken with blush while he stared down. He was too flustered to look at Lance right then.

Lance gripped the base of his cock and circled Keith's rim. Keith slowly let himself drop down onto the tip, then he engulfed the shaft bit by bit.

" Fuck yeah..." Lance moaned. He watched Keith's face scrunch up before he tossed his head back and groaned. " You're so hot, Baby..." The taller boy praised, pumping Keith's length up and down at a slow pace. He ran his thumb over his slit, noticing the large amount of precum that had gathered there.

" L-hhhnn~" Keith began to moan Lance's name, but he didn't get very far before it leveled off into a whine.

Lance growled a little once he saw Keith cover his own mouth.

" No." He pulled his hand away.

Keith's moans weren't really typical ones. They were more like labored breaths, filled with voice cracks and occasionally whines. The only time he really moaned was when Lance hit his prostate.

Lance experimentally thrusted his hips upward, watching Keith's reaction.

" Shit!" Keith let a loud swear escape his lips. It wasn't one from pain. Only pleasure. The tingles of it amplified with every time Lance moved inside of him even slightly.

Lance stopped jacking Keith off and focused his hands on the smaller boy's hips.

Keith wanted more, needed more. He rolled his hips, pretty much grinding back on Lance's base.

" C-can you bounce for me?" Lance asked.

Keith nodded, whimpering a little while beginning to do as Lance instructed. This was the only time he'd be listening to any orders from him.

Lance panted, trying not to moan much. Keith was tighter than pretty much anyone he could remember fucking before. He'd taken people's virginity before, but Keith was still better around his cock than an unfucked hole.

It seemed like Keith and him were perfect when it came to sex; they were just so compatible.

" L-Lance!" Keith actually moaned while dropping up and down onto his rock hard cock.

Lance marveled while watching his length plunge into Keith, disappearing every second or so only to re-emerge almost all the way. He could've sworn that nobody had ever ridden him that well.

" So sexy..." Lance thought out loud, slamming Keith down by pulling on his hips. That action caused a blaring cry to exit Keith's throat.

A while after Lance found Keith's prostate and repeatedly rattled it, the smaller boy was barely capable of bouncing anymore. His body was in tremors from the pleasure overload.

Lance needed it faster, he needed to hit him harder.

He took Keith and rolled with him until he was on his back and Lance could ram him better.

" Too much for you?" Lance asked smugly while a bead of sweat traced down the side of his face. He artfully swung his hips at the perfect angle to pound Keith's prostate.

Keith shook and his voice cracked loudly as he formed a broken response. Lance's speed was unrivaled, and it sounded like he was being slapped over and over again with every thrust. Skin hit on skin to form a consistent beat of sounds.

" Fu-uck!" Keith felt his voice give out again from another time he was railed.

Lance sensed Keith's walls tightening around him somewhat, and it cued him off to the fact that the other boy would be cumming soon.

He thrusted in as fast as he could, moaning and trying to keep up with himself.

Keith frantically jerked his own member off, trembling and moaning like a little bitch when his orgasm finally hit.

" L-Lance! Ahh-ahhhh!" Keith's free hand clutched the sheets as his back arched from the mattress.

Lance chuckled a little, proud of himself for making Keith cum so much. It was all over both of them.

" I'm gonna cum..." The larger male warned him in a strained tone. Anything that could've possibly been holding him back at that point was out of the question. He drove his cock into Keith over and over until finally reaching the climax he was in pursuit of.

Lance released inside of Keith, not bothering to pull out. He moaned loudly from the pleasure that practically assaulted him in result.

Keith's voice was shot at that moment. He could barely make a sound as Lance pulled out and collapsed next to him from fatigue.

There was panting that filled the space around them, and it seemed as though the air was on fire. The heat between them didn't look like it was going anywhere anytime soon.

Keith's eyes widened once he felt Lance's arms around him in a spooning position. He hadn't been expecting cuddles.

" Um... Lance?" He asked in a scratchy voice.

" Hm?" Lance hummed.

" Why are you... spooning me?" Keith questioned awkwardly.

Lance couldn't answer that himself. He just felt like holding him, so that's what he did. Maybe he liked aftercare?

" Do you have a problem with it?" Lance asked, burying his face in Keith's mullet from behind.

Keith felt his already warm face growing flushed from the action. Nobody had ever really cuddled him before. Especially not naked. It had a whole different feel than sex did.

Lance was exhausted from what they'd just done, and part of him wanted to just fall asleep beside Keith. But other parts of his brain were scolding him for that.

Keith let it happen. He didn't tell Lance to go, he didn't shove him off the bed, he didn't do anything besides settle in. They'd literally just fucked. If Lance wanted something sweeter to end it on, he wasn't going to deny him that. Despite how odd it was. People who had sex for kicks weren't normally hanging around for longer than necessary. It was in and out, suck and fuck. But not with these two.

As soon as Keith felt like Lance was going to actually pass out, he nudged him.

" Hey, you should probably get back to your own room..." The smaller boy told him.

Lance pulled back.

" Yeah, probably." He said, blushing while seeing the look in Keith's eyes. Lance got up, finding his clothes that had been scattered across the room. He caught Keith staring while he got dressed, but the second he tried to make eye contact, Keith's eyes would dart away from him. He pulled the covers up and over himself, blushing in an embarrassed way.

What was Lance even supposed to say?

He felt a slight sense of tension and awkwardness, but Lance tried to ignore it.

Once he was dressed, he turned over his shoulder before he could walk out without a word.

" See you tomorrow, I guess..." Lance smiled somewhat.

" Yeah..." Keith stammered, raking a hand back through his hair. He was utterly red while hiding behind the blankets.

The fond smile was still on Lance's face as he stepped out and shut the door.

Keith sat there in a daze for a moment. Why did they keep doing that? It was like they couldn't keep their hands off each other even when they tried.

He tossed the blankets aside, getting out of bed. Keith wanted a shower after all that.

And as he walked to the bathroom in a staggered pattern, he had no idea what was coming for him. If he had, Keith would've begged Lance to stay.

(( Ooo...))