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Chapter Five » SMUT «

Warnings: language, sexual intercourse, homosexuals, bilingual Lance, Spanish

IT'S THE SMUT CHAPTER FUCKING FINALLY

I'm back!! It's been some time, and after a long break, I'm back with the promised smut chapter! It's not 1500 words like I said (only 1404, I'm sorry), but I hope this'll make up for my absence! Have fun!

There is a little Spanish in this, but if you read the inline comments, you can see the translation.

Edited by: yaoiisloveyaoiislfye

With Keith still snoring on his lap, Lance wiped a singular but so meaningful tear from his cheek and gently shook the man in his lap. When he didn't wake up, Lance began to get a little more anxious. His leg was falling asleep and that was a pain to deal with, especially in space. Keith's eyelashes fluttered slightly, making Lance's heart pound loudly when he noticed that they were this close, and could get closer. A quiet hum came from his lower region where Keith's head sat, still reluctant to get up. If anything, it felt like the arms around Lance were tighter, like Keith never wanted to let go.

No longer being gentle, he stood up and let Keith slump to the ground, where he was rudely awakened. A groan was heard and soon he rose from the ground to stand face to face with Lance. Well, face to chest if you want to be technical.

Keith was red, probably from being caught in the situation, and gave Lance an cocky smile. Lance knew when he had that smile, shit was about to go down. Pushed onto his own bed, Lance was surprised at the strength of the shorter man. He hadn't really experienced it himself, but he felt sorry for the punching bags.

Sitting on top of Lance, Keith wrapped his legs around him and gazed straight into his eyes.

"Lance, I want this. Do you want this?"

His voice was crystal clear and sounding sweetly mischievous, mixed with those soft lips curled into a condescending smile. Soft lips.

When Lance put his hands around Keith's head and kissed those soft lips, his answer was pretty clear. Hell yes.
His hands moved around the dark long hair, several strands layering over his fingers.

Keith had closed his eyes and really indulged into the kiss. Lance was passionate but steady, almost in a teasing way. He was fiery and hasty, liking it rough. The kiss finally broke, both boys gasping for air as a thin line of spit connected them as one. Looking in each other's eyes, each of them saw what they were both thinking.

Rushing to take his shirt off, Keith almost seemed to be as red as his lion. On the other hand, Lance had taken over the dominant role and cornered Keith onto the bed, his shirt already off. Lance tilted his head down to Keith's neck, giving it sweet kisses and making fleeting glances at him.

This, of course, was not enough for Keith.

Taking matters into his own hands, he rubbed his hands onto Lance's back, pushing him down and causing him to go closer to Keith's neck. Insinuating that he wanted to be faster and rougher, Lance paid no notice.

He slithered to Keith's ear and blew a quick breath of air onto it. Almost inaudible, Lance said, "Beg."

Knowing what he had to do, Keith's voice was quiet and unsure, not as confident as before. "Lance, please..."