[ god only keith can make being grumpy and anti-kink adorable, mostly because he's all whiny and 'no lance that's grossssssss,' and then turns around and is cheerfully down to fuck lance's face in the supply closet. while they're on break from an important strategy meeting with keith's actual boyfriend. where they could be caught at any moment by said actual boyfriend, which only makes lance want to do it more.

yeah nobody in this weird adulterous relationship is kinky at all.

he laughs softly in keith's ear, not taking that warning tone seriously at all as he continues to massage keith through his pants. the feel of wriggle moving against his fingers is hot as fuck, and he's already hard in his own jeans, rocking minutely forward to rub himself against keith's plush ass. ]

But you wish he wasn't, right? You're not going to break. [ he punctuates the sentence with a firm squeeze, rubbing his thumb firmly against the crown of keith's dick. ] You can take a little rough handling.