••《Klance Oneshots》••

Smut

FINALLY. TAKE THIS.

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Lance sat alone in his quarters, his mind filled with a mix of frustration and desire. The recent training session had ended with a heated argument between him and Keith, leaving them both on edge. But amidst the anger, Lance couldn't deny the simmering attraction he felt towards his rival.

Just as he was lost in his thoughts, there was a knock on his door. Lance's heart skipped a beat. He opened the door to find Keith standing there, his gaze intense and filled with an unfamiliar vulnerability. Lance's breath caught in his throat as he invited Keith inside.

Without a word, Keith crossed the threshold and closed the door behind him. The tension in the room became palpable, the air heavy with anticipation. Lance's pulse quickened as Keith moved closer, his eyes never leaving Lance's face. In that moment, they both knew what was about to unfold.

Keith's voice was low and husky as he spoke, "Lance, we need to talk. We can't keep fighting like this."

Lance nodded, his own voice barely a whisper, "I know, Keith. We need to find a way to work together."

A silence settled between them, pregnant with unspoken desires. The next words that left Keith's lips, however, surprised Lance.

"I think we need to find a way to release this tension, this attraction that keeps pulling us together and tearing us apart."

Lance's eyes widened, realizing the path Keith was suggesting. He swallowed hard, his voice barely audible, "What do you mean?"

Keith stepped forward, his hand reaching out to gently brush against Lance's cheek. "I mean that maybe, just maybe, we need to explore this connection between us. To give in to what we've been denying for so long."

Lance's heart raced, his body responding to Keith's touch. He closed his eyes briefly, the conflicting emotions swirling within him. The thrill of the forbidden mingled with the allure of the unknown. With a nod, he accepted Keith's proposition, silently agreeing to the unspoken rules that would govern their encounter.

Keith's voice became deeper, laced with a mix of authority and longing. "Lance, you've been reckless and disobedient lately. I think it's time you face the consequences of your actions."

Lance's breath hitched at the commanding tone in Keith's voice. A spark of excitement ignited within him as he willingly surrendered control to Keith. He nodded, ready to accept his punishment.

Keith guided Lance towards the edge of the bed, his fingers trailing along Lance's arm, sending shivers down his spine. He gently pushed Lance down, his eyes never leaving his face. Keith's voice was firm but laced with desire as he spoke.

"Lie down, Lance. Let me take care of you."

Lance obeyed, his body tingling with anticipation. Keith moved with confidence, his hands sliding down Lance's chest, his touch setting Lance's skin ablaze. With each caress, Lance's desire intensified, his need for Keith growing stronger.

Keith leaned down, his lips brushing against Lance's ear. "You've been a bad boy, Lance. And bad boys need to be punished."

A shiver ran through Lance's body as Keith's words washed over him. The anticipation of what was to come left him breathless, a mix of apprehension and excitement coursing through his veins.

Keith's fingers expertly undid the buttons of Lance's shirt, exposing his bare chest. His touch was both demanding and gentle as he trailed his fingertips along Lance's skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Lance arched his back, a soft moan escaping his lips as Keith's hands continued their exploration. The intensity between them built, an electric current

crackling in the air. Their desires entwined, merging into a single flame that burned hotter with each passing moment.

Without warning, Keith's hand landed on Lance's thigh with a resounding smack. Lance gasped, the sting of the impact mixing with pleasure. Keith's voice dripped with dominance as he spoke.

"Did that hurt, Lance? Did it remind you of who's in control?"

Lance's breath hitched, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Keith. It did."

The punishment continued, each strike of Keith's hand a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. Lance's body tingled with a mix of sensations, his mind consumed with the intoxicating power play between them.

But Keith knew Lance's limits, and he was attuned to his needs. With a tender touch, he soothed the reddened skin, his fingers tracing patterns of comfort along Lance's thigh.

Keith leaned over Lance, his lips brushing against his ear. "You've taken your punishment, Lance. Now, it's time for your reward."

Lance's heart raced as Keith's lips descended upon his, their kiss a collision of fiery desire. Their bodies melded together, the heat between them intensifying with every touch, every caress. The pent-up tension exploded in a symphony of pleasure, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

In that moment, all rivalry and conflict faded away, leaving only the raw connection between Keith and Lance. They surrendered to the passion, their bodies entwined in a dance of ecstasy.

As the night turned into dawn, they lay spent and breathless, their bodies entangled in a state of bliss. Keith and Lance had discovered a new level of intimacy, a connection that transcended their rivalry. They knew that their secret encounters would continue, a forbidden flame that burned brighter than ever before.

And as they lay there, savoring the aftermath of their fiery encounter, Keith whispered words that resonated deep within Lance's soul.

"Lance, I think we can find a way to make this work. To channel our desires and turn them into something powerful. Something that will bring us closer, rather than tear us apart."

Lance nodded, a smile playing on his lips. They had found a way to bridge the gap between rivalry and passion, transforming their complex relationship into something even more extraordinary.

And from that day forward, Keith and Lance navigated the treacherous waters of love and competition, their bond stronger than ever, their desires forever intertwined.