Klance
Some angry smex bout to happen
"Are you fucking serious, Lance!?" Keith snapped as soon as Lance's door opened.
Lance glared and let his jacket fall back to the floor. "What if I was naked, asshole? I just got out of the shower."
Keith glowered and stomped in. "Does it look like I give a shit, jackass? You nearly got yourself killed out there!"
"So what? You do the same thing everyday." Lance grumbled, taking his towel off his head. His hair was still damp.
The red paladin bristled. "So what!? That's expected of me! My lion is smaller and quicker! I have less of a chance of getting killed!"
Lance shrugged. "I don't see the big deal. I'm fine, okay? Hardly a scratch, and Blue is okay, too. I made sure she's okay."
Keith snatched Lance's shirt and yanked him down to be more eye level. "Smartass, you jumped in front of me to block a blast I could have easily dodged! You could have died, and we would have lost a paladin!"
"You weren't moving." Lance huffed and rolled his eyes. "You didn't see the blast, and we don't have shields. So, since your lion is smaller, less armor, you could have died and we'd still be down a paladin."
"Shut your trap!" Keith yelled, leaning closer. "The whole point is you knew you could have died getting in front of that blast!"
"You weren't paying any attention!"
"If you said something-!"
"I did, but you weren't listening!"
"I was listening, you just didn't say it loud enough!"
"We were all screaming at you, damnit!"
"Fuck off!" Keith snapped, jerking Lance's shirt. Their lips collided furiously. Lance grabbed Keith's waist, gripping him tightly. Keith pushed Lance back, then shoved him on the bed. "You're such an ass!" He ground out through grit teeth as he straddled Lance, pushing him down into the mattress and kicking his boots and socks off.
Keith fumbled with their belts as their mouths battled in a fit for dominance. Keith panted as they pulled apart, a thin string of siliva connecting their swelling lips. He grabbed Lance's shirt and yanked it over his head, then dove back down.
Lance grabbed Keith hips and grinded against his ass, biting Keith's lip. Keith gasped, then moaned as Lance's fingers slid into his pants to cup his butt. "Fuck!" He hissed, tangling his fingers in Lance's hair. He was losing his dominance and melting beneath Lance's touch.
Keith sat up and fumbled with their pants. He kicked his off and pulled Lance's cock out of it's confinement. Lance groaned, tilting his head back as Keith pumped him to full hardness.
Then, without thinking, Keith flattened his hands over Lance's pecs and forced his hips right down on Lance. Keith cried, fisting his hands and tossing his head back.
Bad idea... Bad idea. BAD IDEA!
Keith trembled, panting and whimpering with Lance beneath him. Either Lance was too fucking big or Keith just needed to not be a dumbass.
