Klance + Other smut oneshots

klance 6

"Like you would know anything about kinks", Lance laughed, looking over and expecting to see a flustered, awkward Keith.

Instead, he was met with a small smirk, an interested twinkle in the other's eyes.

"Kinks, huh? And you do?"

Lance swallowed.

"Uh-huh. I've got all the kinks, yup."

Keith was leaning forward, smile growing evilly.

"Oh? Which ones?"

"I've got- I've got the-"

"Humiliation? Breathplay? Voyeurism? Claustrophilia? Bondage? "

He picked an unfamiliar word at random, avoiding the ones that made him blush with the knowledge of what they meant.

"Um, voyeurism. I've got the voyeurism. Kink. Yeah."

"Oh. That's great, then."

Keith cocked his head, humorous twinkle shifting to a dark gleam.

"Wanna watch me get off?"

"If I want to - what??", Lance squeaked, jumping in his seat. And, maybe, another part of him jumped as well.

"Weren't you into that?"

"Yes... I was. I mean, I am. Into you. Uh, that!"

Keith got to his feet, chuckling. Had his voice always been this deep? This... hoarse and gravelly?

"Well, come along then."

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"I'm just gonna sit here. Sit right here. Yep. Watching you- uh, do that."

Sighing, Keith finished yanking his shirt over his head and looked pointedly at him.

"You know you can just leave, right?"

Lance tightened his grip on the edge of the chair he was sitting in, faced towards the bed where Keith was now very much half naked.

"Uh-huh."

"You gonna stay?"

"I'll - I'll stay."

He wet his lips.

"I'm gonna watch."

Something in the way he said that made Keith pause, interest curling his lip. He kicked off the last pant leg and then, way too quickly, his boxers were off too. Oh... Lance's eyes were transfixed by the short curls beneath Keith's navel, dark like his mullet. They looked soft where they grew in gentle waves and caressed against his already hard cock, which was blushed and slightly curved against his thigh.

That piqued Lance's interest, and was a flicker of hope in the depths of aroused inexperience he was currently lost in. It told him that Keith wasn't just doing this to fluster him. He was very much into being watched. Lance could work with that.

Remembering to breathe, Lance dared to let his eyes roam all over the other. That was why he was here, after all. He stared at the way muscles played across Keith's stomach, let his eyes linger on the skin he'd never let himself look openly at before. He took in the beauty of his tousled mane, the contrast of a runaway black hair against his skin. And behind that dark curtain, his gleaming eyes in faded purple, meeting his gaze and locking it there.

"Like what you see?"

Keith's voice was a low murmur, barely audible. Unable to utter a sound, he nodded.

"Just keep your eyes on me," he whispered and there was a click in the silence as he opened the bottle of lube with one hand. Lazily, he spread his legs on the bed and leant back into the pillows.