I knew you didn't hate me (Klance smut/fluff)

It happens in Red and Pidge is getting really Suspicious!

Warning !!!!! this chapter is mostly filth , ok its all filth except for like the last part which I separated by the stars, where Pidge is getting extremely suspicious of Lance and Keith always missing at the same time and she wants answers. So if you don't like smut I highly  recommend skipping until the end of the chapter or skipping the entire chapter.  Other than that everyone else who is here for the filth, enjoy!!!!!

Keith and Lance had been sneaking around the castle stealing intimate moments for a while now. Each time they were closer and closer to getting caught by a very suspicious Pidge. So they were being extra cautious seeing each other less and less. But both boys were reaching their limits, especially Keith. He couldn't even concentrate in training because all he could imagine is a shirtless Lance with that stupid grin that turns into a smirk when Lance gets his way with Keith. The team started to notice his speed decreasing during training but he assured them they had nothing to worry about that he was just not getting enough sleep. But in reality he needed a whole lot dose of Lance to get him through but he couldn't exactly tell the team that. After dinner he found Lance on the training deck practicing hand-to-hand combat, something he always practiced with Keith.

Lance looked over to see Keith standing by the door. "Hey babe, I was wondering when you were gonna show up since you're a training junkie, come join, if your not scared to lose that is." Keith huffed and walked over to Lance. "Me lose to you, in your dreams." Keith joked. Lance leaned in close to Keith "oh in my dreams your doing a lot more than losing in training" And there it was, Lance's devilish smirk. "You want to show me what it is I do in your dreams?" Keith said raising an eyebrow; two could play at this game. "Well for one you aren't wearing that crop top jacket that literally covers nothing." Keith proceeded to take of his jacket. "What else?" Keith was enjoying the excitement that was creeping up on Lance. "Or that belt that all it does is get in my way" Lance said as he began to unbuckle Keith's belt. "mmh what else?" Keith hummed wanting to reach Lance's  limit. "Well we can't do what you do in my dreams here" Lance said worried someone could walk in on them.

"Then I have the perfect idea" Keith grabbed Lance by the hand and pulled him towards the lions hangers. "You can't be serious" Lance said. "No one would ever dare come near my lion, it only answers to me." Keith assured Lance. "Well true, but what if it doesn't let me in, it seems to only ever like you" Lance questioned. "Don't worry. I'll have you know that my lions' weakness is Blue." "Really?" Lance looked puzzled. "Yeah you have no idea how many times during battle I have to fight red to focus, I never understood why but now it makes sense." Keith explained, "I guess the lion's know us better than we know ourselves." Lance chuckled as Keith led the way inside.

Once inside Keith wasted no time, roughly pushing Lance onto the pilot chair as he straddled him. "Why do you get to be on top?" Lance whined under Keith. "Uh" Keith puffed. "Because otherwise I cant reach your lips" Keith on top of Lance gave him a more leveled playing field. "Oh" Lance grinned, "I forget you're short." Keith rolled his eyes. "Shut up idiot," Keith said before diving into a kiss. Keith was so thirsty, sneaking around left them little time and unsatisfied, but now here in his lion, no one would find them, they could do whatever they wanted and Keith wanted all of Lance. Their kiss was sloppy as Keith forced his tongue into Lance's mouth. Lance tasted so sweet that Keith thought he would never get his fill but he could only try by devouring the boy. Lance whined at the sudden action but somehow enjoyed Keith's roughness. Keith ran his hands down Lance's chest and down to his belt buckle. He was getting ready to dive his hands into Lance's groin until he was stopped at the wrist. With hitched breaths Lance managed to speak. "Keith your so rough, let me enjoy you a little bit more."

Lance was still struggling to catch his breath while Keith was blushing; he was embarrassed at his actions. "Keith do you have a roughness kink?" Lance asked with a small blush creeping up on him. He really wanted to know. Keith just nodded his head 'no' without looking at Lance directly. "Lair" Keith was caught of guard by Lance's comment. He just stared directly at Lance. "I bet you have a sadist kink, you get off on being rough don't you" Lance's words were true but how was he supposed to just come out and say things like that, how could Lance be so nonchalant about saying it out loud. Keith leaned in, swallowing all his embarrassment. He ran his hands up Lance's chest till they reached his neck were he tightened his hands. He gave Lance a slight choke gaining a grunt from the boy. Keith leaned into Lance's ear "it's not like you don't like it" Lance felt Keith's breath earning Keith another hitched moan. "It's not like you don't have a kink, it's probably being praised, you want to be a good boy don't you?" Keith said running his tongue up Lances ear and tightening his hands around Lance's neck even more to make sure he couldn't squirm. Lance was really getting it now; Keith was making a moaning mess out of him. Keith leaned back and let go of Lance's neck placing his hands on Lance's shoulders. Lance was hot all over he gulped and spoke. "Keith I can't say I'm surprised that you like it rough" Lance chuckled. "tell me, I want to know your kink" Keith leaned in close to Lance's face "I might just comply." "I don't know it's . . . it's a little weird."