[ so lance isn't particularly inclined to introspection, which is either a good thing or a bad thing after he realizes that just a few... encounters with keith's modified anatomy have left him with some weird cravings. and the fact that he can smell when keith is turned on, kind of a weird spicy warm scent that makes him want to rub his face in it. he's also gotten better at just being aware of keith in general, like some kind of weird spatial knowledge that always tells him where keith is, alerts him when keith walks into the room.
he has a lot of weird fucking dreams, but nobody needs to hear about those. keith doesn't need to know that he wakes up with his mouth watering over the taste of that violet colored jizz, that he thinks about asking keith to stay inside him longer and longer (that's a thing happening now, lance's body adapting to the intrusion with shocking quickness), that he thinks about weird shit like going to his knees in front of everybody and just sucking keith's dick quietly while they talk over his head and ignore him, maybe for hours.
also, his nipples are sore. he'd never really noticed it before, but now there are places on his body that just light him up even when touched gently, and he's found weirdly that his refractory time seems to be decreasing. it's almost, almost like there's some bigger design going on, like he's slowly being primed to become a better sex partner, sensitive and more responsive.
but that's crazy. probably. he's a teenage boy, of course he's sex-crazed, and he's getting it on regularly with an honest to god alien tentacle penis. obviously there's no normal standard for that.
so it's not weird that the second he hears that sulky note in keith's voice during their group discussion-- which is totally different from regular sulky keith, somehow, apparently he can now tell the difference between actually annoyed keith and sexually frustrated keith that refuses to pay attention to his own body's schedule-- and starts to scent that warm cinnamon smell, he's already making some weak excuse about breaking for lunch and getting up out of his chair.
he's not lying about being hungry, or rather, he's thirsty as hell. keith won't call the stuff they do milking because keith is a vanilla fucker for someone with an amazing tentacle cock, but that's literally what it is. the day goes on, keith's balls get swollen and uncomfy, wriggle starts acting out, and lance has to roll his eyes and get to work. keith says it doesn't help if he does it himself on a set schedule and who knows, maybe he's telling the truth. all lance knows is that it keeps the peace and promotes teamwork and shit, and is also getting him more sex than he'd ever dreamed of.
shiro is giving them a suspicious look but lance just tows keith out the door like there's a fire and finds the nearest empty storage room, locking them both in. he can smell that keith's starting to get wet already, somehow, that his pants and briefs must be sticky and uncomfortable. lance is already half-hard himself in anticipation. ]
Jesus, I thought he wasn't going to buy it this time. You should really tell him you've got some kind of chronic, like, thing, maybe you have to pee all the time or something or you get leg cramps.
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he has a lot of weird fucking dreams, but nobody needs to hear about those. keith doesn't need to know that he wakes up with his mouth watering over the taste of that violet colored jizz, that he thinks about asking keith to stay inside him longer and longer (that's a thing happening now, lance's body adapting to the intrusion with shocking quickness), that he thinks about weird shit like going to his knees in front of everybody and just sucking keith's dick quietly while they talk over his head and ignore him, maybe for hours.
also, his nipples are sore. he'd never really noticed it before, but now there are places on his body that just light him up even when touched gently, and he's found weirdly that his refractory time seems to be decreasing. it's almost, almost like there's some bigger design going on, like he's slowly being primed to become a better sex partner, sensitive and more responsive.
but that's crazy. probably. he's a teenage boy, of course he's sex-crazed, and he's getting it on regularly with an honest to god alien tentacle penis. obviously there's no normal standard for that.
so it's not weird that the second he hears that sulky note in keith's voice during their group discussion-- which is totally different from regular sulky keith, somehow, apparently he can now tell the difference between actually annoyed keith and sexually frustrated keith that refuses to pay attention to his own body's schedule-- and starts to scent that warm cinnamon smell, he's already making some weak excuse about breaking for lunch and getting up out of his chair.
he's not lying about being hungry, or rather, he's thirsty as hell. keith won't call the stuff they do milking because keith is a vanilla fucker for someone with an amazing tentacle cock, but that's literally what it is. the day goes on, keith's balls get swollen and uncomfy, wriggle starts acting out, and lance has to roll his eyes and get to work. keith says it doesn't help if he does it himself on a set schedule and who knows, maybe he's telling the truth. all lance knows is that it keeps the peace and promotes teamwork and shit, and is also getting him more sex than he'd ever dreamed of.
shiro is giving them a suspicious look but lance just tows keith out the door like there's a fire and finds the nearest empty storage room, locking them both in. he can smell that keith's starting to get wet already, somehow, that his pants and briefs must be sticky and uncomfortable. lance is already half-hard himself in anticipation. ]
Jesus, I thought he wasn't going to buy it this time. You should really tell him you've got some kind of chronic, like, thing, maybe you have to pee all the time or something or you get leg cramps.