KLANCE!!! one-shots

Sinners

(KINKY! This is in honor for reaching 1K! EEEEEE! I'm so happy right now! Since most people like smut one-shots, this is the celebration chapter. Plus it's Halloween so, yay! It's smutty and Kinky so I don't think I need any other warnings right? Right)

Every year on a special day, people of all kinds come around to dress up and gather candy from strangers.

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While children undergo the stress of socializing with adults, most teens are out partying.

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Ah, yes, high school house parties. A time for young ones to get drunk, have multiple regrets, and live life to the fullest.

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Yet, there are some on this night of fright that worship, sacrifice, full on cult meetings go on in the darkness. Unbearable things happen in the blanket of stars, yet they go overlooked.

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And then,

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There are those,

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Who sin above everyone else.

Lance's hand came down for the final blow on Keith's ass. The restraints on Keith's wrists rubbed and gnawed at his skin as he tugged against them. Lance's tongue dragged across Keith's back as Lance pulled the collar on Keith's neck. If it weren't for the cloth wrapped around Keith's mouth, Keith would be gagging. A dark laugh escaped Lance's throat as he reached up and tightened the cloth. Keith began to breath through his nose in heavy sessions to fill his lungs.

"Such a good Kitten~," Lance cooed, "Just a little longer, OK? Do you think you could wait longer for Daddy~?"

Keith tugged again at the restrains but nodded. He could be a good boy for a bit longer. Lance ran his hands down Keith's sides and to the lace panties Keith put on for him. The lace was black and a leather strip that went down the side of his leg and down to knee high, crimson red socks that were lace on the top but a tight silk the rest of the way down.

With needy hands, Lance gripped the leather straps and snapped them into his lover. Lance could see his hand print promptly stained onto Keith's ass, yet he felt that it wasn't enough. Lance continued to snap the strap three times before he heard enough muffled moans from Keith.

A smile spread on Lance's face as he felt his way down to the knee high socks. Silk was Lance's favorite fabric. While one hand felt the silk, the other hand reached over to the table top next to the bed and grabbed the knife.

Now Keith was exited. Most of the kinks they do were all Lance's, Lance not feeling quite comfortable with Keith's kinks. The knife, for example, was one of Keith's biggest kinks. Feeling that rush of danger as the one you love presses the tip of the blade into you but not enough to cut is exhilarating. Feeling the fabric tear away from you while the cold blade rests on your skin. Keith could almost cum just by looking at the shining object.

"You've been so good, Kitten," Lance whispered into Keith's ear, "While I still don't like this, you've earned a little treat."

The blade came across his stomach lightly, sending chilles up Keith's spine. A moan escaped his throat as the knife slipped underneath the thin fabric of the panties and ripped. The panties fell off of one leg and hung on the other.

Lance moved the knife against the skin of his partner to leave a thin red line going down through the knee highs. They ripped apart easily, turning into thread with no defined shape of what it use to be. Lance groaned at the thought of cleaning that up later but the loud sounds emanating from beneath him was well worth it.