Klance Oneshots(HIATUS)

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Keith could not believe his eyes. I mean he could, but Jesus Christ he couldn't tear his eyes away from the beautiful sight in front of him.

He had come home from a long, long day at work, just wanting to eat something and sleep.

But now he was hungry for something else, and had a different type of urge for the bed.

Because God damn did Lance look sexy with his dress shirt on and some boxers.

Normally, a sight like this would mean that Lance wanted to cuddle with Keith, and just wanted his scent to sleep with and comfort him. And Keith would submit, snuggling with Lance when he came home.

But the sight of Lance, face down on the bed, sleeping, with his ass perking up, made Keith's pants a little tighter. And then wearing his shirt. His fucking shirt.

Don't get me wrong, Lance was almost equally as buff as Keith, but the ravenette had a routine to go working out almost every morning before work, and Lance could not follow that method.

Due to that, Keith had more muscle than Lance, therefore, his clothing size was larger than Lance's as well.

So seeing the loose fabric on that beautiful figure of his, got Keith's blood pumping.

"U-u-uh-L-Lance...?"

Keith stuttered, walking over to the bed, his dick twitching as he saw Lance's lips part in his sleep.

He tried to wake Lance up, but all that got was the boy snapping his hips against the mattress, breathing out a small, "Papi.."

The word went straight to his cock, it jumping and rubbing against the fabric of his boxers.

"L-Lance.. I'm home.." Keith brushed a strand of hair away from Lance's face with a shaky hand, watching as Lance's eyes fluttered open.

"K-keith..?"

The small murmur got Keith even hornier, and he nodded, "Y-yeah-it's me.."

Lance whined, and sat up slowly, yawning, "Didn't you just leave...?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. He had obviously been asleep since Keith left.

Keith shook his head, and tried to calm himself, and "little keith" down. "I left 8 hours ago..." He muttered, sitting down next to his fiance and crossing his legs.

The Cuban whined again, blinking the blurryness out of his eyes and sitting on Keith's lap, nuzzling into his neck.

"I'm tired.."

He whispered, letting out a small whiny yawn. Lance shuffled his way to being pressed flush against Keith, and let out a small gasp.

Keith gulped. Oh no.

Lance chimed a, "Are you hard?" And looked down, turning a pretty shade of pink, that glowed on his tan skin.

"Uh.....no?" The man lied.

Lance raised an eyebrow, "Keith..."

Keith looked away, and huffed, "Well it's not my fault you look sexy as fuck with my shirt on!"

Lance turned red, and looked down, "Well I was cold.."

And the fact that Lance now seemed embarrassed got "little Keith's" excitement worse.

Okay.

That's it.

Keith was not living with this boner with his fiance on his lap.

He immediately grabbed Lance by the waist, and layed down, pulling Lance's ass to his face, making the boy yelp.

"Keith-what are you doi-eep!"

Keith's tongue prodded at the puckering entrance through his boxers, the intrusion making the fabric go inside as well.

Lance whined, "I told you it's not my fau-hah!"

Keith had ripped the boxers off, and fully stuck his tongue in. He was not in the mood to stretch Lance, because, well, he wasn't intending to go all the way.

He gasped as Lance's hole clenched around the wet muscle, only shoving his tongue in deeper.

Normally, he'd just sleep with Lance when he got home, but all of his anger turned into sexual frustration. So cuddling was on the checklist, just not, now.

And to be honest, the feeling of Lance's tight ass squeezing around his tongue was amazing. Sure, it made his tongue go a bit numb, but in a good way.

He darted his tongue in and out from Lance's hole, the taste of sweet anal grease exciting him.

In return of the action, Lance bucked his hips, grinding his ass down onto Keith's tongue. He moaned as he continued grinding, his hole quivering around Keith's tongue.

Now Lance was worried that Keith's cock wasn't getting attention, reaching back to stroke it, but getting his hand slapped away in the process.

"But keit-"

"Dompf tus et."

Lance couldn't really understand it, but thought that it was a warning.

The real reason that Keith didn't want Lance to touch him, was that with just the touch of his soft hands on his cock, he'd come way to easily.

And his plan was to make Lance come first. He'd come later.

Besides, eating Lance out was pleasure enough.

Keith continued dragging his tongue along the sensitive walls of Lance's insides, his hand moving up to stroke Lance with a loose fist.

With the way that Lance's cock jumped in his hand, and his ass tightened around his tongue, Keith knew he was close.

So he continued his actions roughly, bouncing Lance's ass on his tongue, until

"Aah~! Keith-aH~!"

Keith felt a hot liquid running down his wrist, and pulled Lance's ass away from his face, looking up at Lance.

Lance looked away, "Pervert.." he muttered, panting slightly.

Keith smirked, "Again, not my fault that you look sexy as fuck in my shirt."

Lance bit his lip, and looked behind him, "You didn't finish."

Keith shrugged, "I'll finish in the bathroom, just go to sleep," he kissed Lance's thigh, "Okay?"

The Cuban hesitantly nodded, "Okay.."

Once Lance got off him, Keith scattered to the bathroom, and Lance watched as he did so.

Guess he should wear Keith's shirts more often.

Told ya I'd post again today! Anyways, hope you enjoyed~