star struck

chapter 14

Keith seethed as he watched lotor push lance against a wall, his long elegant tan fingers tangled up in lotors long white hair. Their kiss escalating quickly. He tried to move but looked to see his hands were cuffed above his head.

Lotor pulled on Lance's thigh, having his leg wrap around him, then the other. Successfully picking lance up and pinning him to the wall. He had watched many scenes like this unfold. Lance would stop him soon, he always had before.

Lotor pressed on, suddenly Lance's clothes were missing. While keith loved to look at Lance's perfectly tan skin...having it under lotor made him sick. Lance's eyes met Keith's, he tried to say something, anything, but nothing would come out.

Lance slanted his eyes, an amused smile spreading on his face, "we have company my prince." He jutted his chin out to where Keith was chained up. Lotor looked back and smiled, the same smile lance had.

Lotor, still carrying lance, walked over to a glass wall that separated them. "Let's give him a show then." Lotor purred into Lance's ear.

Seamlessly transitioning from their position to lance standing, bent over and face against the wall, lotor entered him. Lance held contact with keith the entire time, moaning loudly.

"Aah, fuck. Keith..." lance gasped. Keith wanted to look away but he couldn't. He hated that he couldn't. Lance's lewd expression was driving Keith insane.

Keith's breathing turned into a soft pant, he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling a deep burning pooling inside of him. He opened them to see his cock buried in Lance's ass.

Lance turned back, "fuck me keith... please fuck me..." Keith's hands moved to Lance's hips, gripping his soft skin tightly. He pulled lance onto him as he thrusted forward, earning a loud moan from lance.

"That's right lance, it feels good right?" Keith said, half earnestly, half teasingly. He saw lance nod his head as he continued to gasp and moan under him. Lance felt so good, keith felt himself getting close.

He bucked his hips harder, "fuck lance..."

"Keith." Lance cried out. Keith dug is fingers in to Lance's skin.

"Yeah lance?"

"Keith...keith?" The raven haird boy woke with start, sleep still clouding his mind. He looked up at lance, who had a worried expression on his face.

Keith just gave a lazy smile and pulled the Cuban boy down to his face, kissing him with all the energy he could muster with just waking up.

Pulling away he felt Lance's lips curl into a smile, "well I guess it was a good dream then?" Keith nuzzled lances neck.

"Mmm so good." He hummed.

Lance chuckled softly, "I thought you were having a nightmare. You were groaning a lot, mumbling my name.." lance trailed off.

Keith snuggled into lance, drowning in his scent. He thought back on his lovely dream, how sexy lance had looked underneath him. Keith slid his leg over Lance's, trying to get closer to him.

"Well, I guess that's plenty of evidence it was a good dream."

Keith didn't understand what he meant until lance moved his leg. Keith was fully erect and had his cock pressed against Lance's thigh.