Klance + Other smut oneshots

klance 10

Lingerie is surprisingly comfortable Lance thinks as he adjust his garter belt, hands fumbling with the complicated straps and clasp before he finally gets it right. Everything from his underwear to the stockings pulled up high on his thighs are navy blue and black lace. A little blue bow decorates the front of the garter belt, just above his belly button, and another bow sits on the waistband of his underwear. The fabric is like a cloud against his skin, wrapping him in soft lace and satin. If you went back in time and asked Lance if he'd ever consider wearing something like this he'd probably go stark red and stumble out a very offended 'no', but it's his three year anniversary with Keith so he wanted to do something special. Even putting that aside, lingerie has always been something oddly fascinating to him. All those different straps, colors and styles are cool enough by themselves, but throw sex in the mix and it becomes incredibly endearing. God knows he's imagined Keith wearing something red and skimpy on numerous occasions, but Lance hadn't really considered lingerie for himself until he entered Victoria's Secret and spent hours shifting through rack after rack of different colored thigh highs and garter belts.

He left the store with four different outfits, two for him two for Keith, and now he sits in the bathroom of their shared apartment admiring himself in the mirror. He looks damn fine, if he's being completely honest with himself, and he feels damn fine, too. The satin panties have just enough room in the front so that he isn't painful and straining against the fabric. Not to mention how soft it all is. Makes Lance think that men really have been missing out on this shit because it's great.

He could probably stand around staring at himself in the mirror for hours but then the front door of the apartment opens and the tell tale signs of Keith's jingling keys rings out. Lance take a deep breath, giving himself a dashing grin in the mirror and shooting himself finger guns.

"It's game time." He says, and then he's grabbing the sheer robe that came along with the set, sliding it up his shoulders before waltzing confidently out of the bathroom. He pads barefoot down the hallway, robe swishing out behind him like he's in some sort of music video. When he walks into the kitchen Keith's back is facing him and he's rummaging through the refrigerator, keys discarded on the counter.

"Keith~" Lance hums, voice already husky with lust, standing with his hands planted on his hips. Keith lifts his head, and as he turns around, mouth open like he was getting ready to say something back, he stops dead in his tracks. Lance watches in amusement at his entire face and neck color red, violet eyes going wide. Lance grins and he knows he'll never get over the way Keith reacts to him, will never get over how cute Keith is when he's speechless, will never get over just how red Keith gets when he's flustered.

And God does Lance love when Keith goes red. He wants to see more of it, wants to see that red tint spread across that pale chest, so he dials up his performance, sauntering across the kitchen floor with a wicked grin on his lips.

"Happy Three Year Anniversary, babe." Lance purrs as he gets close, tugging Keith flush against him by the man's belt loops. He leans in and presses their lips together with a suggestive amount of force, Keith letting out a squeak of surprise as his back is pushed up against the refrigerator door. Lance fights the urge to laugh, tilting his head to slot their lips together better and Keith respond eagerly, pulling Lance in by the strings of his robe as the taller boy devours his mouth, tongue sliding past those plump pink lips.

Lance will never get tired of kissing Keith. Three years and it still gives him butterflies, three years and he still want to explore every wet crevasse of his mouth, three years and he still gets turned on by the image of Keith when he's been thoroughly kissed. Because a thoroughly kissed Keith is all panting with wide eyes and pouty red lips. Lance is kind of addicted to it.