Love Lance

Stealing the Groom (Re-upload)

Top- Keith
Bottom- Lance

Third person POV

The wedding bells rang out through the pristine church, the piano keys were gently played to the classic tune, and there she was, the dress, the veil, flowers in hand. Lance stood, fists gripped tight as
the small steps taken one by one took him closer to the end of his current life. Each step, like a ticking time bomb, counting
down to his demise. There she was, in front of him, her veil lifted, and she smiled. Her white hair was tied up behind her in a bun, and the tiara perched in front. Allura was not who he wanted. None of this was yet she stood there overjoyed to be here while his heart was being broken.
He looked to the side, glancing across the mess of faces, but who he wanted to see was not there. Everything was ruined. He stared back hopelessly as she pulled
his hands into hers. The priest began to speak, and the blur of vows he spoke barely clicked in Lance's mind. There was just nothing left. He stared blankly at their
hands.

"I do" came a cheerful voice and then a question.

He never listened. It was repeated until his name was being said over and over, but just as he opened his lips to reply, the doors to the place were thrown open, and everyone turned in shock to see whoever
it was. Lance dropped the others' hold on her hands and turned.

"I object!" Keith screamed as loud as he could, his breath heaving from how fast he'd run.

His gaze landed on Lance, and he took a step to address him, but before he knew it, Lance had run into his arms, nearly knocking him over. His arms held around him tightly as the tears he'd held back poured from his eyes in a fast
stream. Keith held him just as tight. For a moment, they shared the bliss that was their reunion. No one said a word, all too
shocked to move. But finally, someone cracked.

"No!" Allura screamed, gripping her bouquet.

"Lance, get back here! You're
supposed to marry me!"

Everyone was up and ready to fetch the groom, but Lance thought faster, and so did Keith. In a second, they sprinted from
the church, the crowd chasing after them, but they kept going. Even when Keith faltered, Lance pulled him on. They found
the carriage and jumped in, grabbing the reins and urging the horses. They obeyed and took off as the set of flowers were flung their way, showering them in a flurry of petals like the scene of a
romance.

They travelled for a few hours, going deep into the woods, too anxious to speak until they came upon a familiar building of Keith's cabin. They pulled up and let the
horses rest in a small stable. Keith got out and offered his hand to Lance. He great-fully took it and stepped onto the ground once more. Keith led him inside,
walking over and lighting the fireplace while Kosmo slept peacefully in a corner.

"This will warm us up," Keith spoke and sat on the rug in front of it.
Lance came over and leaned against him, Keith held his arm around him with a smile and watched as Lance revealed two
rings.

"I stole the rings," Keith snickered at his lover.

"Do you want to marry me, Keith?" He looked up at him.

"Yeah, I do," he smiled.

"I do too." Lance smiled back, letting them wear the rings.

"I love you~" Keith kissed his now
husband, pulling him closer.

Lances's lips curved into a smile against Keith's as they kissed softly, holding each other. They pulled apart for a moment,
looking into the others' eyes before kissing again, more deeply this time. Keith leaned over Lance, having him lying on the soft rug as he kissed him, his hands roamed. He unbuttoned the tux Lance
wore, tossing it without a care. He hated it because it was for the forced wedding. But Lance was happy now, with Keith, Lance was eager too. His hands fumbled
to undo the buttons of Keith's flannel and let it slide off of his body, feeling over his chest. He grinded up a little. Keith chuckled against his lips and went to his neck. He sucked and bit at it as he
stripped Lance further. It made Lance let out cute soft sounds
He trailed over his torso and over his thighs, lifting his legs up and moving to his ass, licking there. Lance gasped softly, his fists gripping the fur rug beneath him as Keith started to eat him out softly.

"Keith, I love you~." Lance moaned softly, letting Keith take the lead.

He panted once he finished and kissed his thighs again. He stripped himself and reassured Lance, holding him with
a smile as he started to push in. Lance squeezed his hand a bit, panting as he caught up to himself, adjusting. They spoke loving words to one another while Keith gave him more small kisses,
leaving a few marks. It was amazing. The love they shared was expressed even without words. Their touch and kisses were enough, but eventually, Lance was
ready, and Keith started to move in and out. He was slow at first watching Lance's expression fondly. He was enjoying it, but
it was all so new that he couldn't hold back his sounds, especially when Keith sped up.

"K-Keith~ ah~" he moaned.

"That feel good, darling~?" Keith coed as he continued.
He watched Lance nod and moan, face.

He watched Lance nod and moan, face red and panting from the pleasure. He kept his pace, going a bit harder and groaning. He got close with every thrust, gasping occasionally from surges
of pleasure be felt. They both lost
themselves, moaning and praising one and other until they released, coming down from the high.

"We can be together now, Lance." he rested his head against his with a smile.

"I'm so glad," he replied and held him.

That night, they slept snuggled up in each others embrace, at peace and safe to love one and other for the rest of their lives.

(Only 1046 words this time)