Klance
Mm
They're abandoned somewhere
And are horny
So
Porn
Plot???
Mm, idk
Keith panted softly, dropping himself in the pearly pink sand. He groaned, kicking off his boots. He looked over to the blue paladin stretched out in the sand, arm tossed over his eyes. His shirt, jacket, shoes and socks were all discarded.
The red paladin huffed softly, flicking Lance's toe. "Wake up."
Lance grunted softly, but stayed still.
Keith rolled his eyes. "I went about six miles out. No villages or anything nearby. I found some fruits, though... I think it's fruit." He lifted his jacket he used as a bag for the fruit he had discovered.
Lance hummed. "Cool... So... No communication with the castle, huh?"
"No. None. And, we're not in any real danger, so our lions won't come for us."
The blue paladin breathed deeply, then tossed his arm to the side. He blinked, eyes half-lided. Keith gulped, watching him.
Stuck on a planet for three whole days with blue paladin Lance McClain was definitely messing with Keith's head.
Or maybe it was Lance's strangely chiseled chest and abs. His biceps were pretty thick as well.
Well, thicker than Keith's.
Lance's shoulders were broad, as well as his chest. Keith's mouth watered as he noticed sweat beads glistening on Lance's bronze skin.
Being in the sun for three straight days darkened his tan nicely.
The blue paladin slicked his hair back with the water, probably an attempt to cool himself down.
Keith swallowed thickly, watching droplets of water slip from the nape of Lance's neck and down his back. His taut, muscular back.
Lance flicked more water over the back of his neck and splashed his face.
As he stood, Keith jolted out of the trance he was in. "I'll go start a fire by our camp site."
Keith slowly nodded, watching Lance walk to the tree line after grabbing his things.
He groaned, looking down. He bit his lip and slowly unzipped his tightening pants. Keith reached in, closing his eyes.
~
Once the sun was down and the three moons came up, both paladins sat by the yellow fire, full of fruit and meat.
Lance breathed deeply, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.
Keith glanced over to him, gently chewing on his lower lip. He watched Lance's still-bare chest rise and fall with each breath. His lided gaze traveled to Lance's Adam's Apple. It bobbed slowly, Keith feeling very taunted by the motion.
He gulped shuffling closer and shifting onto his knees.
Lance's eyes were closed, so he couldn't see what Keith was doing. He gasped and jolted as lips pressed gently onto his throat, then louder and harder as his throat was bitten.
"Keith- what the fuck!?" Lance shouted, shooting straight up to his feet.
Keith gasped, lurching back at the abrupt action and Lance's high-pitched shout. He blinked, then his face lit up a bright red and he sputtered unintelligably. "I-I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me!" He yelped, scrambling to his feet as well.
Lance rubbed his neck where he was bit, eyes narrowed. "Geez... Whatever... I'm going to sleep." He grumbled and walked over to the make-shift tent created from fabrics they found in nearby ruins.
