Klance + Other smut oneshots

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Being a Galran Prince comes with a long list of pros and cons. Keith has dealt with the full weight of them both ever since he turned eighteen and his mother began training him to take the throne. They started with things like sword fighting, war strategy and hand to hand combat. Keith was good at those things, Keith is good at those things. If that was all it took to be King then he had this in the bag. But, unfortunately enough, being King requires a person to have an extensive amount of knowledge in fields other than war. These fields include things like diplomacy, foreign policy, and just a general concept of knowing how to deal with people in a way that doesn't make you come off as a huge duche-canoe.

This is the part Keith isn't good at. It isn't that he doesn't like people, or something, he's just socially awkward. Sometimes when he just genuinely doesn't know what the hell to say he comes off as rude; and when he opens his mouth everything comes out just a little too harsh and snappy because on the inside he's panicking about offending the person he's conversing with, only to, in the process, offend that person even more.

So in other words, Keith is a chaotic introvert. Keith knows this, Krolia, his mother and the Queen, knows this. The entire Galra empire knows that their bad boy prince is completely helpless when it comes to any type of social interaction. Which is why Keith can't figure out why the hell his mother accepted the Queen of Altea's invitation to attend a ball being thrown in her brothers honor. And, not only did she accept the invitation, but she accepted it on Keith's behalf. Meaning that he would actually have to show up.

"It'll be a good opportunity to make a decent first impression. Everyone is already sizing you up, you'll be the next Galra King in just two decapheebs." Krolia had claimed. And then, with a more motherly tone, "And you know how Altean balls can get. I imagine it'll be quite enjoyable."

Fast forward two quintants later and here Keith is, in Altea, and his mother was right. He's having a surprisingly good time. Just not in the way she probably thought he would.

"Fuck..." Keith moans out, head tossed back against the wall, one leg thrown up over a muscular shoulder and the other on ground, foot stretched up onto the tips of his toes to keep himself balanced as a glowing blue cock that belongs to none other than Lance McClain, loverboy Prince Of Altea, fucks into him with a delicious and startling amount of force. The claws of his left hand dig into Lance's bronze shoulder, and his other hand is tangled with the bronze one that's clasped over his thigh. There's no light in little broom closet they're stuffed in besides the faint blue glow of Lance's Altean markings, which, apparently, only glow like that when an Altean is really turned on. Keith finds it extremely endearing. The ball is still in full swing, and, even though the part of the castle they're in is extremely empty, Keith tries to keep quiet, drawing blood from where his fangs dig into his bottom lip.

Having sex on another planet in a stuffy broom closet was not how Keith originally saw this night going, but he isn't exactly complaining. He hasn't gotten laid in a handful of spicolian movements, one of the many cons to being a Galran Prince; and right now he's got the Prince of Altea's cock buried deep in within his heat, screwing his brains out with every deep thrust of his hips. So yeah, Keith's not mad at his current situation. The only complaint he can think to make is that his leg is starting to cramp up and their position is starting to get uncomfortable.

The uncomfortableness doesn't last long. Lance is apparently very good at reading a situation, so he looks past the blissed out moaning mess that Keith's become to see his slight discomfort through the shake in his legs and the pinch of his eyebrows.

Without warning Keith's other leg is pulled up from the ground and with a surprised squawk he wraps it tightly around Lance's waist, his other leg going to join it as Lance's hands fall to grab a handful of his ass, pushing his back up against the wall. Their chest press flush against one another's, Keith's cock trapped in between their stomachs, and as Lance rocks his hips into Keith's slick hole, cock reaching in deep, Keith lets out a loud, long moan. Keith's claws rake against Lance's back, marking the Altean with angry red scratches as he tries to hang on for dear life.