Klance + Other smut oneshots

klance 3

"Ow."

"Where're your buffs?"

"I dunno - I put 'em on, didn't I?"

"I thought- ahh... Did you...?"

Lance pulls his mage back on the top half of their split screen, rapid beeps sounding as he scans through his inventory for consumables and- "Ah - no - they're right here."

"Well use them."

"I know."

More beeps - buff icons appearing by his stats - Lance's mage rejoins the fight as real life Lance goes back to slowly rocking his hips, no longer distracted by his mistake.

Keith continues to play on underneath him where he's stretched out and bent over the ottoman. It's comfy for him. And kneeling like this is comfy for Lance. It's all one great big slow, comfy fuck and he's not sure how it started but they're not gonna stop anytime soon.

Not when it feels this good.

Lance's mage fires off a health regen spell to where Keith's paladin slices away at the main enemy, his health bar slipping worryingly low. If Lance knows one thing about Keith, it's that he'd rather die dealing heavy damage than live because he had to stop and drink a potion.

"You don't even look at your health bar anymore do you." It's not a question. And Lance's voice may be getting a little breathy from all this easy friction but it still delivers.

Just like Keith's. "Heh..." His chuckle's heated. "That's what you're for right?"

Lance resists the urge to roll his eyes, instead opting to lean forward, controller still in his hands and hovering over Keith's back as he gets in closer. "Yeah yeah... Try harder next time..."

It's a little more comfortable this way. Easier to fuck him deep instead of fast. Because fast isn't the goal. But deep...

"Mm..." Keith hums. And even if it's distracted, it's still hot. Always is. "Do you-...hhhn..."

Lance swallows down a noise. Casts a barrier around the paladin. "...huh?"

Their characters continue to move where told, unaware of what's happening behind the controllers. Come to think of it, Keith doesn't seem totally aware of what's happening behind his controller either.

Lance lets it go. Whatever it was, it's not important now. They've finally hacked away at more than half of the boss's health bar, each little slice that falls away fueling Lance's hips.

"How long 'til your ult..."

Keith's breathing heavily - taking a moment to glance at his cooldowns, "Twenty seconds..."

Twenty seconds? That's forever. Why'd Keith unlock the longest cooldown move? Literally nothing about him or his paladin suggests he's patient enough for a twenty second-

"Fuck."

It comes out strangled. Could either be from the heavy hit he just took or the way Lance buries his cock as deeply as possible in him and holds it there.  

Because Lance is definitely feeling that last one too, Keith's ass always so nice and tight for him. He does regret not going ham enough to see it bounce like he so very much enjoys, but there's always later. And he's pretty sure he can milk this for all it's worth, however long that may be. And he just hopes he can concentrate enough on the-

"God - c'mon Lance, fuck me..."

Impatient. Needy.

Lance is an okay multitasker but it seems that only applies if one of the things involves his dick and the other thing involves his gaming skills. No room for anything superfluous like thinking.

The ottoman creaks under their weight as Lance starts up his slow rhythm again, lips dropping behind Keith's ear for a little nibble.

He can feel the effects underneath him - the little squirm Keith does and the grumble that definitely sounds way more like a whine than a protest.

One third of the boss's health bar left.

"Gonna use it..." The ult.

Lance murmurs an, "mmkay," and casts a double-damage buff on the paladin and slips his arms beneath Keith's armpits so he can also rest his weight on his elbows on the ottoman.

His controller's out of sight now but it doesn't matter. The ultimate move lands and it takes a nasty chunk of health off and Lance squeezes his arms around Keith and nips at the top of his ear.

And oh...Keith's voice is so breathy and hot. "W-...what are you, a cat...?"

Lance grins, taking his place to deal damage as Keith's paladin falls back to regain stamina. "No, just horny..."

"Heh...no shit..."

"I like fucking you slow like this, babe..."

He can hear Keith swallow thickly, his ass tilting up to meet Lance's rocking. "Surprised you- on your right."

Lance's mage casts a barrier to block the incoming arrow. "Thanks..."

"Mhm..."

It's how they go on to play for the better part of the night, eyes glued to the TV in front of them, hips easing gently...unhurried...milking every last heated breath and hum of pleasure that they can.

They beat the boss with health and magic to spare, but it isn't really even about that anymore. And they both know it.

And the best part? The funniest moment of the entire evening? It's sometime around match fifteen of a tournament they enter, Lance's mage dropping damage like nobody's business as Lance starts up this delicious grind.

It's when Keith hums a smile, self-aware of his own joke as he sways back onto Lance's dick with a proud, "Mm babe, nice stamina..."

It's the funniest shit Lance has ever heard in his life.

They instantly lose the match.

Neither of them care.