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VOLTRON OPEN POST - Lance

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[ Keith can't help feeling irritated, a lot of the time. Not just because it seems like he's lost control of his life, escaping from the Galra only to get dragged into the war with them and stuck on a Castle-ship light years away from Earth, no, not just because of that. It's also the fact that the new anatomy they left him with seems to have certain... needs that can be kind of awkward to get around, and leave him feeling flustered and irritable even after he takes care of them by himself.

Not that he's doing that by himself so much, any more.

He really wasn't expecting Lance to be quite so eager to keep helping him out, but of course, it's just that Lance likes his alien junk, for whatever reason - it's nothing more than that and maybe teenage hormones, he's pretty sure. Part of him wonders if he might have accidentally addicted Lance to his cock, but that's - that's ridiculous. A larger part of him feels like he should really try to push Lance away, because this... this whole thing can't be a good idea, he's too broken, and even if Lance likes him more than he thought, it's still - not a good idea, right? Right.

Which is why it's really annoying that it feels so good, every time.

Still, he's just going to try and ignore the fact that he's hard right now, annoyed and prickly - it's not like it's that different from how he usually is. ]

[ 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.

[ Honestly Keith is just assuming that Lance is behaving like a horny teenager around him because he's a horny teenager, yeah. He hasn't really noticed any changes yet, but then, he's got his own changes to get used to when it comes to his body and everything the Galra did to it. He is literally never calling what Lance does milking, what kind of term is that, he's not a cow, Lance, even if he does get swollen and sensitive and furiously needy sometimes.

It's terrible, it's embarrassing and uncomfortable, and he only feels a little relief once they're safely locked in the privacy of the storage room. He wishes he could bring himself to tell Shiro everything, but he doesn't want to see the hurt on his face as he learns another piece of who Keith used to be has been ripped away and replaced by this... this alien, needful thing. He'll need to think of something to tell him, soon.

But not either of those things, oh my god. ]

Nope. If I say I get leg cramps he'll just make me do yoga for hours, or try to give me a massage. A massage, Lance. I'll end up drowning him.

[ He's not even going to deign to address the other suggestion. He groans quietly, putting a hand down to feel himself through his trousers - ohh, yeah. He's hard, and wet already, he can feel it. ]

Kinky.

[ sorry buddy he's not very sympathetic there because shiro and keith are literally a telenovela couple, they're obviously meant for each other and refuse to see it and even lance's inferiority complex over losing keith to someone better isn't enough to keep him from rolling his eyes about how stubborn they both are.

who knows, anyway. maybe if keith and shiro were having sex keith and lance could still have sex. maybe shiro would want to watch? lance could be okay with that.

he steps up behind keith, hooking his chin over his shoulder, and reaches down to help keith massage that growing bulge. they've both started carrying wipes, condoms, and extra underwear around just for occasions like these so it's less imperative to get keith out of his clothes before he makes a mess, although wriggle at full extension is never shy about literally crawling up over the top of keith's waistband.

lance cups him knowingly, rubbing him through his pants. he sets his mouth at keith's ear, murmuring. ]

Just think of how big his hands would be on you. I bet he's got rough fingers, so he'd touch you really gently.

Edited 2016-11-13 17:42 (UTC)

[ Keith just makes an exasperated groaning noise in response to that - he's not being kinky, shut up.

He hates it when Lance compares him and Shiro to a telenovela couple, partly because it's ridiculous, and partly because it's kind of true. He feels like he's caught in the orbit of Shiro's gravitational pull, but he can't afford to get any closer, not when he's so sure that doing so will break their fragile orbit apart. He's managed, somehow, to be Shiro's boyfriend and Lance's... whatever this is - he shies away from calling it lover, but friend with specific benefits seems a little off-base - so far, but he feels like it can't last. He can't keep lying to Shiro, can't keep avoiding the question of sex with him only to slip away and have sex with Lance instead.

Maybe Shiro is the one who should be having sex with Lance. He's good at it, and he's affectionate and he's normal, not a hollowed-out shell of his former self like Keith is. He'd be good for Shiro, if Keith could let go of the surge of possessive jealousy that spikes through him at the thought.

He makes a quietly startled noise as he feels Lance step up behind him, feels his hand cupping his cock and oh, god, he needs that. He shudders out a soft moan and leans back against Lance, eyes going half-lidded as he soaks up the heat of him at his back, his cock squirming in the confines of his pants as Lance rubs him through them. ]

Lance.

[ He says it with a warning tone, but it's breathy and low - he can't deny the heat that twists through him as he imagines it, Shiro's hand on him instead of Lance's, just as warm but larger, rougher. He can feel his face getting hot, and he swallows, speaking reluctantly after a moment's pause. ]

... He's... always gentle, yeah.

[ 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.

[ Listen okay it is gross, it's just also hot, which means that he's gross, but he's kind of accepted that he's gross since he has a monster cock grafted onto him. It's just that Lance keeps bringing up all these new and interesting ways of being gross, and isn't he gross enough, please, can they just have sex like relatively normal people.

Relatively. Normal people.

He shudders slightly and sucks in a deep breath. God, the feeling of Lance rubbing against his ass makes him want to bend over and spread himself open, and that's slightly scary but he can't help it. He swallows thickly, rolling his hips into Lance's hand, letting his cock push and squirm against his palm through his trousers, which are quickly becoming too tight. ]

I... [ He makes a quiet, raw noise when Lance squeezes him. ] I can... I wish he'd stop being so gentle, just for once. I won't break, so... I want someone to be rough with me. I - I need - fuck, I need it.

[ After all, he's already broken, so it's fine. He huffs out a frustrated noise and pushes back against Lance, encouraging and needy all at once. ]

[ lance doesn’t think keith wants rough handling because he’s already broken, but to prove that he isn’t. keith’s whole problem or whatever with shiro, as far as lance sees it, is shiro being so careful with him, acting like he’s fragile and trying to be good to him which is just reminding keith constantly that he’s a trauma victim when he’d rather pretend that he’s not. and they won’t talk to each other about it, which is… none of lance’s business, really. he didn’t really sit down with a keith for a detailed conversation about their feelings either, he just figured that no strings sex had to be good stress relief, or something. sex made people feel better. it made lance feel better, anyway, and lance hoped he was doing his part to show keith that having a tentacle dick wasn’t a tragedy because lance fucking loves his tentacle dick.

he especially loves how responsive wriggle is, and getting keith so worked up that the tip of his cock actually squirms its way up over the edge of his waistband. it makes lance hot like a chemical fire to see that purple-pink tip peeking out of keith's clothes like it's looking for lance. ]

I got you, babe. [ he nudges keith's thighs apart and slips his leg in between them to give keith something to ride while he keeps working and squeezing wriggle, getting progressively rougher. ]

You should tell me what you want him to do to you. Push your face down into one of the tables and rub himself against your ass? Leave hickies all over your neck?

[ he bites down gently on the muscle between keith’s neck and shoulder, worrying at it and then laving over the skin with his tongue. it’s weird, but he loves the way keith tastes. his mouth, his skin, his come, it’s all completely different from lance’s own, like keith’s actual skin had been changed enough to have a sweet enticing flavor. ]

[ Honestly, part of the problem is that Keith is a little conflicted over just what he wants in the first place, what with being a teenager, and also someone who hates emotions and having to deal with them. He can't deny that he's a trauma victim, and it's probably better to accept that and approach things carefully, but then again, he hates seeing Shiro and the others pull themselves back and take such care to treat him gently. He appreciates it, sometimes, but it hurts, too - he survived, he escaped, he's strong and he's fucked up and broken and holding himself together just fine, all at once. Talking about any of that, with Shiro or with Lance, is complicated and difficult. Sex is comparatively simple, and a lot less stressful than talking about feelings.

He groans again, low and guttural, taking the hint and riding Lance's leg as soon as his thighs are nudged apart. He's so hard, his cock really isn't waiting, squirming its way up over the edge of his waistband and peeking out despite the tightness of his jeans, glistening with sticky pale purple pre-come in response to Lance squeezing him, almost like it's encouraging him to get rougher. His tentacle dick might not mind the constraining tightness of his clothes, but he does, he can feel the uncomfortable pressure and it's - kind of hot, but he's still going to fumble for his zipper, trying to nudge Lance's hand out of the way. ]

Don't call me babe. [ He says it slightly absently, almost reflexively complaining about the nickname for the sake of having something to complain about, but it's difficult to sound like he means it when he's filling up with warmth and arousal. There's something about the way Lance is treating him this time, too, something about the way he's framing things, promising to be rough with him and biting his neck, making him gasp and squirm... he really does want someone to be as rough with him as they can be, a deep hungry pit opening up inside him, making him feel slightly dizzy with need. ]

I want... fuck, I want him to do that. I want him to mark me, bite me and leave bruises all over my skin, just pin me to one of the tables and wreck me, okay, make me come just by rubbing against my ass and, and make me beg to be fucked, that... that's what I want.

Shit that's hot.

[ lance might be more effective at dirty talk if he didn't get so turned on himself imagining the same scenario, shiro holding keith down effortlessly and sliding his dick between keith's cheeks for his own pleasure while keith writhed underneath him. he's panting in keith's ear, moving his hand so keith can tug down his zipper, but then he dives right back in, rubbing and stroking wriggle and making a loose fist for keith to fuck, if he wants. his hand is dry, maybe a little too dry to be entirely comfortable, but that's on purpose. he crowds keith forward against the wall of the supply closet, bossy, and slides his other hand up suddenly under keith's shirt, yanking it up to expose his torso and his chest to cool air. someday he'll get keith to hold the corner of his shirt up in his teeth, which he claims to hate and lance finds criminally hot. ]

He'll-- pull your shirt up like this, [ lance manages, trying to maintain the narrative even as his own breathing gets more ragged and he rubs himself helplessly against keith's ass. ]

S-so... so he can see your pretty tits... and rub them...

[ actually that's a thing that lance gets off on now that he's suddenly become so sensitive, maybe not something shiro would think of, but whatever it's a fucking dirty talk fantasy and he loves the feel of keith's nipples getting all stiff and peaked under his fingertips. ]

[ It might not be as effective, but it's kind of nice to hear Lance getting turned on by the dirty talk - it's good to know that he's not the only one getting embarrassingly worked up over imagining Shiro holding him down and using him. He raises his hands reflexively as Lance crowds him against the wall, giving himself a little leverage to make space for himself rather than just getting pressed face-first against it. He jerks his hips when he feels Lance's hand wrap around him loosely, fucking his hand right away - he makes a quiet, discontented noise at the slight discomfort caused by the dryness of Lance's hand, but his cock flexes and extends anyway, stimulated by the friction. He gasps in slightly helpless outrage when Lance pulls up his shirt and leaves his chest exposed, and goddamnit, he just knows that Lance wants him to hold his stupid shirt in his teeth, which is just gross. For a few seconds, though, he's tempted to actually do it - that's the kind of mood he's sinking into, but he shakes it off. ]

I bet... he could rip it off me if he tried, but he wouldn't. [ It's just a t-shirt, and Shiro is really strong, but it's also... one of his only shirts from home, so. Yeah, there's no way he'd rip it off of him. He's also not sure that Shiro would go for his nipples that eagerly, but the thought is really, really hot, and it feels good when Lance touches his chest, rubbing eagerly and making his nipples go stiff and hard. ]

Harder... I'd have to tell him to rub harder, tease them more, that I wanted him to - to pull on them.

[ ok now keith is just taking advantage of this and directing the dirty talk, since lance is now the one sucking in his breath and jumping to obey, plucking and tugging at keith's nipples, wishing like hell that he was the one being played with. he fists wriggle faster, encouraging. ]

You can say it. S-say you want to be milked, that you're sore and aching and full, that you just want someone to milk you.

[ Listen Keith will be happy to play with Lance and tease him and do all sorts of things to him another time, like he probably has done a lot since they started having sex, stubbornly holding onto control a lot of the time, but right now? Right now, he can't quite explain it, but the idea of letting Lance tell him what to do is... appealing. The idea of letting Lance direct things, even though he can't quite give up on that one completely - but the scenario with pretending he's just talking about what he wants Shiro to do to him, how he wants to surrender to Shiro's whims, everything like that - it's pushing his mind in that direction, making him feel more pliant and obliging. ]

God, you're so obsessed with that.

[ Not that he can't still comment huffily on Lance's fixation on calling it milking. He pauses, though, and glances back at Lance over his shoulder, eyes dark. ]

... Yes, I want to be milked. I need it - I'm aching for it, please, fuck me and milk me dry.

[ delighted, ]

Yeah, babe, I know you need it, I know how much you want it.

[ he has to pull his hand away from keith's nipple to do it but he swipes his fingers through the generous precome coating wriggle, and slides that hand down keith's ass, easing between his cheeks to rub eagerly over his hole. ]

I'm gonna milk you while you ride my fingers. And-- [ he glances around, and then grins wildly and seizes a small plastic container off the supply shelf, holding it up for keith to see. ]

--and you're gonna come in this for me. You're gonna fill it all the way up to the brim.

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