Unbelivers Klance Version

Chapter 1

"Fuck, you're tight," Lance groans.

"Oh, really? I thought this would be easy considering I've never done this before," Keith breathily shoots back. "Fucking moron."

"Are you going to shut up and let me fuck you?" Lance snaps. The floor is cold, but Keith's body is radiating heat from everywhere, and it's making Lance even more frustrated.

"Please, do go on." Keith rolls his eyes, but his scowl forms into a wince and the annoyed quirk of his mouth disappears as it shapes into a small 'o' when Lance hardens his grip on his hips, and pushes into his body. "Shit," he winces, and his hand goes to clutch at Lances' bicep, and Lance has to go down to rest on his elbow at his side.

"Don't tell me it hurts, love," Lance says. "You're the one who insisted not to be on your knees."

"Oh, excuse me if I – uhh." Keith's nails sink into Lance' skin as he bottoms out.

"Son of a bitch," Lance swears, immediately slapping his hand off.

"You're one to talk," Keith hisses, his lower leg wrapping over Lance' calf. "Anyway – " He gasps as Lance pulls out and then slowly thrusts into him again. Keith's so unbearably tight, and the heat all around him almost makes Lance dizzy. He leans on his elbow and breathes heavily, fingers clutching around Keith's hip.

"You could've at least warned me, you asshole," Keith exhales.

"Sorry," Lance grits out, concentrating on slowly working in and out. "Now, what were you saying?" he asks, as snarky as he can manage.

"Yes, um." He bites down on his lip hard, and Lance can't help but feel quite satisfied. He's rented his mortal enemy speechless. "I was saying that excuse me if I'd like to see the face of the person who's the first to fuck me."

"Yeah," Lance breathes, rolling his eyes as much as he can while, you know, fucking somebody. "Because you're so bloody in love with me."

Keith actually laughs, and it causes a ripple in their bodies, a trickle of something (not sparks) to shoot up Lance' spine. He gasps against Keith's neck.

"Stop laughing," he orders him.

"Why? It was the funniest joke I've ever heard."

"Are you going to shut the fuck up while I fuck you?" Lance complains, thrusting into him harshly. He does it roughly on purpose, and Keith's body slides up a few inches on the floor. He gasps, hissing against Lance's neck.

"Thanks." Sarcasm.

"Welcome."

He thrusts into him, and he can feel Keith's body going less stiff and more responsive and willing as the time passes by.

"Is it good yet?" Lance asks, voice softer, because he's not a total monster.

"Mm-hmm," is all he says, but he's locking his legs behind Lance' thighs, so Lance supposes that's answer enough.

He doesn't say anything else, and Lance picks up his pace in satisfaction. His fingers clutch at Keith's thigh, his other arm feeling a bit numb, as he's been leaning on it. Keith clenches around him, making Lance gasp and lose his grip, and his chest knocks into Keith's. He moans into his neck, feeling his sweaty skin against his cheek.

Keith's chuckle is not nice. "You know," he gets out between breaths. "If you come first, then I'm the one who fucked you."

Lance almost growls. Would he just be silent for once? He grips Keith's hips harshly and with his chest against Keith's, he fucks him hard. It's deep, harsh and the only things coming out of Keith's mouth now are moans, hisses and heavy exhales. It's relentless, warm and sweaty. Keith's body gets more and more responsive underneath Lance's, squirming at every thrust, and when Lance changes his aim, his whole body jerks.