Human Life as a Galra

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

Lance POV

Keith walked through the halls, and his right ear flicked back and faced me.

"Lance, I know you're there." Keith sighed.

"I'm sorry if what I did offend you since your probably straight." I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Lance, I'm gay," Keith announced as he turned around.

"Thank god- I mean, I'm bi, so yeah." I chuckled.

Keith walked up to me with his head down.

"What is our relationship?" Keith asked, his ears lowered.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" I beamed.

His ears perked up, and he gave me a wide smile, showing off his fangs.

"Yes! Thousand times, yes!" Keith cheered.

Keith's tail started wagging, and he ran up to me and kissed me, and I kissed him back. When our lips touched, I realized how much I loved Keith.

Suddenly an alarm goes off from behind me. We both pull away from each other and look over to where the sound was coming from.

"THAT was my Virgin Alarm. It's programmed to go off before you do!" Pidge exclaimed.

Our faces immediately turned bright red, and Keith hid his face in my chest. His tail wrapped around my leg, and I giggled at how cute he is.

"Fuck off, Pidge!" I shouted.

"No, you," Pidge smirked.

I rolled my eyes, lifted Keith in my arms bridal style, and walked to the storage closet he was already going to.

Keith POV

I can't believe I am Lance's boyfriend! I never thought this would ever happen to me!

Lance took me inside the closet and set me down on the floor. He sat on his knees and stared at me in the eyes with pink that dusted his cheeks.

The Cuban is very obviously avoiding my lips. Lance's pressing lingering kisses against pretty much everything else he can reach. His breath is curling against the fur just beneath my ear.

My hands curled tightly into Lance's mess of hair, I breathe hard into the edge of his curls. I know Lance will leave marks I don't want, but I really don't want to stop the feeling of his teeth against my skin.

We both pulled away from each other's embrace. Lance gave me a dorky smile, and I giggled at him.

"Hot diggity dog..." I breathed.

I instantly regretted saying that and turned red from embarrassment while Lance cocked an eyebrow at me.

"I can't believe the words after my first kiss was 'hot diggity dog' I want to die," I whined.

Lance chuckled and cupped his hand on my cheek. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and grinned.

"Come on, let's go," Lance smirked.

He stood up and reached out for my hand, and I took it. Lance pulled me up, and we left the closet (metaphor intended).