dappered | Voltron open rp post

[ 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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