Klance + Other smut oneshots

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It's hard being in a long distance relationship. Well, technically it's not really long distance. Lance is just away visiting his family over break and Keith couldn't go this time because he's somehow managed to snag an apprenticeship with one of their famed professors.

That, however, doesn't mean that he can't miss his fiancé with ever fiber of his being, even if he's only been away for roughly three days. He misses Lance's cooking, his stupid jokes, he misses waking up to soft kisses in the morning. He misses dancing in the kitchen to Latin music and he misses the sound of Lance's laugh, clear and crisp like taking a fresh breath of air on a cold morning. He misses the feeling he gets when Lance runs his hands down Keith's body, he misses those soft lips and blue eyes, misses those hands gripping his hips and that chest presses up against his back. Misses those narrow hips as they thrust into him hard, misses the tip of that cock as it brushes his prostate just right...

So, maybe Keith is a little sexually frustrated.

That night as Lance calls for their regularly scheduled goodnight call that fact seems to be very clear.

Lance starts it off so casually that at first Keith doesn't notice what he's doing.

"So," his fiancé says, voice coming clearly through the device Keith has pressed against his ear, "What're you wearing?"

Keith blinks at the question, looking down at his clothes. An old band t-shirt and his checkered pajama pants. Nothing special. When he voices this to Lance lets out a small chuckle.

"Well, maybe you should take them off." His fiancé suggest, voice taking on a huskier edge.

Keith blinks. "Lance, no, it's cold." He protest.

Lance lets out a heavy sigh and Keith can practically see the eye roll as if Lance was right in front of him.

"Baby why don't you just look at your text messages, okay?" He says. Keith puts Lance on speaker as he does what Lance requested, clicking to his text messages and opening the new one he has from Lance.

And oh.

"Oh."

"Yeah." Lance says, sounding amused. The picture was taken in the dark but the flash was used so Keith can clearly see the long, tanned cock he's come to know so well over the years. It's hard and grasped in a large tan hand. In the picture Keith can only see the bottom half of Lance's face and he's smirking.

"So yeah, you should take off your pants." Lance says.

Keith can't shed his clothes any faster.

Once he's fully naked he sends Lance a picture, biting his bottom lip as his hand grips his cock. It hadn't taken long to get himself hard, god knows he's been horny for days. It's exhilarating hearing Lance's reaction over the phone.

"Fuck baby, you look so good." Lance hums. It sends a shiver down Keith's spine and he moans softly into the phone in response, hand slowly pumping his shaft. Keith's phone bings again and hurriedly he taps the message open. It's another picture, this time Lance hand is thumbing at the head of his long cock, lips wet and shiny like he had been licking them. Keith moans at the sight.

"Lance, fuck." Keith moans out. He can hear Lance's heavy breathing from over the phone. He snaps another pictures his hand completely enclosed around his cock, only the tip of his pink head peeking over the top, and sends it off to Lance.

His fiancé mutters out a string of curses when he gets the picture and Keith hears fumbling. Keith is about to ask if everything's okay when his phone pings. This time, instead of a picture, he's greeted with a video. He glances over to the clock. It read 11:58.

Keith clicks the video. It's going to be a long night.