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Chapter Eight » SMUT «

Warnings: language, sexual tension, sexual intercourse, kinks, Pidge being a nosy birb

HOLY SHIT 3K WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE READING MY STORY? But seriously, thanks!! I'm back whores, and I plan to update at least once a week, maybe every two weeks. However, updates may arrive earlier! I reread this earlier and it made me cringe several times each chapter. I don't even understand how I have 3K reads, honestly. There's not that much smut in this one, but trust me, there's more to come.

A special thanks to GayForVolleyball and ekjmdr!

Pidge held up her contraption in the air triumphantly, but frowned when Hunk snickered as he had to look down at it. Punching him in the arm, she continued on.

"The last one, Hunk! We only have a little time before they come back, so we need to set them up now! Come on, come on!" She tugged at his shirt while he mumbled something about mean short people. He trudged along the hallways alongside Pidge, with only fluorescent lights to guide their way. When they made it to Lance's room, the yellow paladin waited for the doors to open up, and they soon did. He and Pidge tiptoed in quietly, but when the automatic lights turned on, they were more than surprised at what they saw.

There was a makeshift bulletin board with pictures captured of times when they weren't on missions. They were confused on how he even got a camera or a printer, but guessed he had found some Altean equivalent.

"Why are there so many pictures of Keith?" Hunk asked, a little offended there was only one picture of him. "It's kinda freaking me out."

Pidge pushed up her glasses, a shit-eating grin on her face. She placed her hand on his arm, patting it gently. "That, my friend," she started. "Is mOTHERFUCKING PROOF. OPERATION: KLANCE IS A GO!"

The yellow paladin simply nodded and chuckled, taking the camera from Pidge while she snooped around in the boy's room. He stood tall and placed it in a corner riddled with shadows, figuring it'd be one of the most inconspicuous places to put the camera. Letting his arms down and sighing, he speculated the makeshift bulletin board. All of the pictures of Keith seemed to be captured when the boy wasn't looking, but the red paladin was a natural photogenic. Hunk always thought he looked bad in pictures, so he may or may not have been a teensy bit jealous.

Pidge nudged him and they both stalked out of the room, going to the one right before it, Keith's room. Now let me tell you, Keith's room was the polar opposite of Lance's. There were no pictures or anything on the wall, the bed was neatly made, and his armor stood on it's usual stand. Everything was in place and had been put away properly. Pidge had the sudden urge to mess it up and blame it on Hunk, and it took everything in her dark and nonexistent soul not too.

When the camera had been set up there too, they ducked out of the room commando style with finger guns pointed at the empty hallways. They both ran to Pidge's "lair" as she likes to call it, but no one ever referred to it as that. A shame, really. When they had run to her room, it was a strange and spectacular sight. Pidge was leaning forward and had her arms flying behind her and she swiftly moved directions. Hunk was jogging and just trying to keep up the mighty memelord.

When they made it to her lair, Pidge flopped right in front of her laptop and frantically pressed keys all around the board.

"How do you even do this stuff? It just reminds me of how hungry I am," the yellow paladin mumbled, his stomach rumbling like an earthquake in agreement.

Pidge giggled and stopped pressing her keys like a madman, and two separate video feeds came onto their screen. "It worked" she screamed, looking at Hunk as he gave her a crooked smile. As pure as he may be, he sure liked being part of Operation: Klance.

~ smut time you nasties ~

Back on Rubis, Keith's front was pressed against the smooth copper cave walls, his whole body hot with what felt like a fever. Lance was slamming into him from behind, where he was consistently moaning. Keith was practically vibrating against Lance's dick, which was hitting his prostate more and more frequently.

"Sh-sharpshooter!" the red paladin screamed, his throat already sore from all the noise he was making. The sound was amplified by the cave and echoed, making Lance go even harder, loving to hear the red paladin like this. "P-please! More!" His sentences were barely coherent and were constantly interrupted with moans and pants, yet Lance seemed to understand perfectly.

He began to angle himself just right, in order to hit Keith's prostate repeatedly. Keith couldn't even make sounds anymore, his voice seemed to be all dried up. His face however, was flushed and his eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth was open as well, but it wasn't like anything was coming out.

Speaking of coming, Lance had started retreating his cock until only the head was left, and slammed in. "Fuck!!" Lance yelled, his sticky cum filling up Keith's insides. He pulled out and watched it seep out for a bit, admiring his work. He then turned the other paladin over, who now had his eyes open, but they were glazed with pleasure. A shot of cum from Keith surprised them both, landing on their chests. Lance chuckled and kissed the boy, but it was short and sweet.

"That was nice, but now we kind of have to our job."

Keith's voice was hoarse, but it seemed to add a whole 'nother layer of sexy to the atmosphere. "Please. Weren't you the one that pushed me in this damn cave, anyway? Now we still have to go look for the mother of the infestation and my ass hurts. Fuck you."

"Whatever you say, babe." Lance winked and began putting his attire back on, ignoring the glares from the red paladin

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Heyo! Thanks for the wait for this chapter and the support! This took my forever to get out, but it's finally here. Enjoy!

However, one question. Do you want to read about them fighting the infestation? I'm not sure if I should do a time skip or not.

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