(Nobody asked for this, but I'm doing it anyways)
Lance had always admired Keith. It didn't matter what the boy did, he admired him, though, if you asked him, he'd deny it. Keith was supposed to be his rival, not his lover. But Lance couldn't help but yearn for him. This isn't supposed to be how it goes. This isn't right. I'm not supposed to feel this way. No matter how many times those thoughts went through his head, he couldn't quite quench his thirst. It was time, he decided, to tell Keith how he was feeling. There was no denying how he felt anymore, it wouldn't go away.
Here goes nothing. Lance walked to Keith's room, he was shaking, but he was ready. He knocked and got a soft reply, "Who is it?" "It's Lance." He said with as much confidence as he could muster. "It's open." Came the reply from inside the room. The door opened as he put his hand on the scanner. "I need to talk to you about some-" He cut himself off upon seeing said boy. He was walking out of his bathroom, a towel around his waist, dripping wet. "Yeah?" He shook his head, the water flying off his dark hair as he spoke nonchalantly, he had no idea what he was doing to the dark skinned boy standing in his doorway. Lance blinked, cleared his throat, "There's something you should know." He tried hiding his slight blush as he spoke. Keith cocked his head in questioning. "I um, you uh," He shook his head, coughing, "I like you." He turned to leave, after seeing Keith's face contorted into confusion. "Wait-" Keith cut himself off, grabbing Lance's wrist, pushing him against the wall. Lance's eyes widened, "Keith?" "Shut up." He growled, which was the hottest thing Lance had heard. He could feel the heat pooling between his legs, he was sure Keith could feel it too. "Really?" Keith teased, "Already?" He chuckled as Lance blushed deeper, nodding. Keith leaned forward, "Me too." At that, he adjusted his hips, his hard on rubbing against Lance's through the thick fabric of his pants as the towel fell to the ground. Keith stayed put, not moving an inch, waiting for Lance to react. The blue paladin tried to hold in the moan that was forcing itself up his throat at the contact, but he was unsuccessful. Keith smirked at the noise, wanting to hear more.
"I want you to fuck me until I can't feel my legs." Keith whispered seductively into Lance's ear. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as Lance started grinding on him. "More." He panted. "Anything you want, Amante." The way he spoke was almost enough to make Keith cum in his pants, "Talk dirty to me, Lance." "Keith-" Keith put a finger to Lance's lips, "In Spanish." He practically begged. And of course, Lance wasn't going to refuse, "Quiero follarte hasta que tus piernas estén entumecidas.Voy a hacerte cosas sucias. Cosas de las que te avergonzarás mañana." He led Keith to the bed and pushed him down. He winked, stripping off his shirt, clearly intending to give Keith a show. He threw his shirt across the room, making it land in an unknown location. Next he unbuttoned his pants, pushing them off, giving a teasing look to Keith, who was biting his lip with a deep blush on his face.
He walked over to Keith, pushing him down onto the bed and straddled him, "Ready Amante?" That word made his dick twitch, "Is that even a question?" He asked Lance, blushing deeper. He rolled his eyes, leaning in. Keith got the message as he leaned in the rest of the way, meeting the Cuban boy in the middle. The feeling of the kiss was more intense than either boy could've expected, it was amazing. Lance started grinding on him, the only thing between them was his boxers. Keith broke the kiss to let out a moan, "Lance." He panted, "I need you, now." Said boy complied, taking off his boxers sliding his fingers into Keith's mouth, "Suck." He demanded. Keith accepted the fingers into his mouth, coating them in saliva. Once Lance was satisfied, he removed his fingers, and slid one into Keith. The simple action earned him a satisfied groan. He smirked and started playing with Keith's nipples, sucking one, nipping the nub. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, coming up for air. "Lance McLain, you've teased me, fingered me, you bet your ass you're going to fuck me." Keith said, practically growling. "Yes, Amante." Lance smirked, he didn't care what might happen later, right now, Keith was his and no one else's. He got to see Keith like no one has, a moaning mess under his larger body. This was the side of Keith that none of his teammates had seen, not even Shiro. And if Lance could help it, no one else would see him like this. It was raw, intimate.
Keith had his ass in the air, begging for Lance's fingers. The sight was erotic, the heat building in Lance's cock. But yet he managed to ignore is head telling him to fuck the other boy's brains out and continued to stretch his hole. He'd gotten three fingers in by now, finding Keith's prostate in the process, causing Keith to be even more of a moaning mess than he already was. After a few moments, Lance slid his fingers out of Keith, rubbing the head of his cock on the sensitive hole. "Stop teasing!" Keith demanded, he was getting impatient, the door was unlocked and any one of their teammates could walk in. But most of all, he just wanted to feel Lance deep inside him. He wanted to feel Lance's cock through his stomach, having it make a small bulge. He gasped softly as the Cuban boy pushed the rest of his length in, it was much longer than he had anticipated. Keith looked behind him, ass still high in the air as his face was pushed against the bed, and upon seeing dark skinned hands on his hips and the expression on the face that belonged to them, he could've came from just the sight of it. He let out a few low moans as he started moving, thrusting. At first they were slow, soft even. But as time wore on, Lance's patience grew thin, he started thrusting faster, harder, hitting Keith's prostate every time. "They really don't call you sharpshooter for nothing." Keith moaned out. At that, the Cuban boy smirked and thrust harder, making Keith call out as he hit his orgasm. It took two more thrusts for Lance to reach his, coming into the pale man under him. It was everything both of them had dreamed and more.
((Art found on tumblr. It's NOT mine. I can't remember the blog, sorry!))
