Klance
I can't fucking sleep
So have gay sex
Lazy days were Keith's favorite days. Saturday was their lazy day. Both of them had the day off, usually. Sometimes Lance would get called into work for an emergency or shortage of doctors.
They did different things on their lazy days. Most the time they stayed at home, sometimes they'd go out for a movie or for a trip to Wal-Mart in their pajamas. Occationally, they would go on an actual, nice date.
Nice date night was not tonight.
The married couple huddled together on the couch, pillows and blankets surrounding them. Lance wore worn down, fading jeans and a regular tee. Keith relaxed in sweatpants and Lance's hoodie.
Lance spooned Keith, their legs tangled with his arms wrapped around Keith's waist and his nose buried in Keith's hair that still smelled like the raspberry and pineapple smoothie they made earlier despite the shower he took to get it out.
Being surrounded by his husband's warmth and scent can very easily excite Keith. With Lance encircling him like this made him a little hot.
Trying to not wake his husband, Keith reached into his sweats, his toes curling as he touched himself. Keith bit his lip, closing his eyes. He flicked his wrist, hand wrapped around his own length.
Keith stifled a soft moan as he reached further with his other hand. He tensed, biting down harder on his lip as he pushed a single finger inside. The fingering was never Keith's favorite. That part was always rushed. So, Keith worked his other hand harder so the pleasure would mask the discomfort of his own slim fingers up his ass.
He shuddered, arching his back slightly as he stretched out two fingers. Keith accidentally let a whimper slip, but didn't stop. Hesitantly, he added a third finger. Keith gripped his shaft, trying to keep from curling in on himself.
A fourth finger prodding gently at him, surprising Keith. He gasped and jolted, freezing up as soft, slow kisses pressed into his neck.
"Without me?" His husband whispered in his tired, Hispanic drawl. Keith hummed, then moaned as his hands were lead away from himself to be replaced by his husband's. "Keith, usted me hace triste."*
Keith gripped onto Lance's sleeves as Lance's longer, slightly thicker fingers worked inside of him and stroked along his length. "L-Lance..."
"You've already stretched yourself, mi querido."* Lance purred into Keith's ear. Keith trembled, tugging on his husband. "Sí, sí, I know."
Lance pulled out his fingers and undid his jeans. "Since you couldn't wait until we got to our bedroom where the lube and condoms are, you're stuck with me going in dry."
Keith reached up behind him and tangled his fingers in Lance's hair. "I-I don't... Care..." He panted, pushing his sweats and boxers down.
His husband chuckled, raising his head and shifting to kiss Keith's cheek. "Needy Keithy." He mused, lifting Keith's leg. "Ready?" Keith nodded, curling his fingers into both Lance's hair and his sleeve.
The smaller of the two jerked and sucked in a sharp gasp at the slow and steady penetration. His legs quivered, eyes squeezed shut as he bit back more moans and more whimpers.
