Ask And You Shall Receive (Langst/Klance)

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Au oneshot Chapter for celebration I'm ligit writing this in class shoot me please
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Keith walked into the club, getting ready to enjoy his time off from his busy job as a security gaurd. He sat down at the bar, letting out a breath and requesting a beer. Once the bottle was safely in his hand, he turned around to watch what was going on on stage.

There was alot going on. Lasers flashing about like it was a fucking rave, smoke was covering the stage floor and spilling into the croud. There was a group of three. Dancers, they were standing on the stage and the boy in the front, tall, with mostly blue hair, was holding a microphone. They all had pretty much matching uniforms, each had a colored symbol on their back. They were black hoodies with black sweats, the shortest had green accents, the tallest had yellow, and the boy in the front ( who's uncovered chest was glisteningand toned) had accents similar to his hair.

"WHATS UP FUCKERS" the boy finally spoke, the crowd yelled back. "WE ARE VOLTRON"

He dropped the microphone, wich was cought by a fan below. Keith watched intently as the three danced, keepimg his eyes almost exclusively on the boy with the blue hair. It seemed like the boy cought on, when they got to the free style solo, he stared into Keith. And then he....
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he sexy danced. And in the midst of the boy grinding on the air and rolling his hips, Keith could feel his black pants get tight. Oh that bitch. The man on the stage smirked when he saw Keith.

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Lance was a little more than pleased with himself. He got the pretty boy in the audience all hot and bothered. If Lance was being totally honest, he half hoped the hottie would jump him when he got close after joining the audience.

Voltron high fived each other and then seperated into the audience to go have some fun. Lance quickly maneuvered to the bar. Met by the sight of a very pissed looking mullet boy sitting awkwardly. Lance saddled up on the chair next to him. The boy shot him a glare. If looks could kill, Lance would be dead a million times over.

*oh jesus fuck here we go*

"Hey, I'm Lance." Lance almost sounded smug.

"Keith" Keith said through clenched teeth. And then, Lance had a weight on his lap. And a mouth on his. It took him about a millisecond to get over his suprise, placing his hands on Keith's hips and kissing back.

"Bathroom, 5 minutes" it was almost unhearable, and growled into Lance's ear.

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Lance sat patiently on the sink in the bathroom. Keith walked in, anger still evident on his face. "You. Are.a.prick. And now you're gonna pay."

Lance could feel himself tingling all over. Keith pounced on him, nipping a trail of little bites down his neck and jaw. He was grinding himself up against Lance's knee, making little mewling sounds between little nips. Lance's hand made their way back to Keith's hips. In a few quick movements, the bathroom was locked and Keith's pants were gone. His dickity dick was at full length. "C'mon Lance, finish what you started."

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"We need to do that again." Lance breathed out, leaving little hickeys on Keith's hips before helping him redress.

"Yeah, we do."