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“Do you not want to?” Lance asks. Straight to the point. They’d been fooling around for the umpteenth time since that first night more than a movement ago. Lance had told him again how much he wanted Keith to fuck him but Keith hadn’t made any move to reach for the supplies in Lance’s bedside table.
Lance’s demeanor quickly flips from confident and ardent to apprehensive in a moment.
Keith is quick to contest him. “No.”
The concern on Lance’s face doesn’t dissipate, he raises himself up on his elbows and Keith has to shift back to give him space.
“No you don’t want to have sex or no you do?”
“We are having sex,” Keith argues.
Lance huffs, “you know what I mean Keith. Are you worried about space STDs? I was careful before. Coran checked me out–I’m clean and I have condoms for us anyway.” He’s fussing with a loose thread on the bedspread to avoid looking at Keith directly.
“Hey,” Keith tries to sound soothing, brushing Lance’s hair back from his forehead. He hadn’t realized how concerned Lance was about this. “That’s not it.”
Lance grabs Keith’s wrist as if he’s afraid Keith will disappear if he lets go. “Then what is it?” he searches Keith’s face, worrying his lower lip between his teeth and Keith’s heart clenches at his visible anxiousness. “Is it really just that you’re not ready?” Lance doesn’t sound like he believes that's the reason. Probably due to the fact that they’ve been exploring every other sexual act since the first night they slept in this room together.
Keith pulls the other boy the rest of the way up so they’re both sitting on the bed facing each other. “You’re right. It's not that either.”
Lance looks devastated.
Keith curses himself and quickly tries to remedy the situation. “Lance, hey come here.” Keith frames Lance’s face with his hands. “I’m sorry I should have said something. I didn’t realize you were stressing about it.”
Keith struggles to put what he’s been worried about into words. “I just want it to be special,” he starts lamely. Lance looks bewildered. “I know you’ve had a lot of experience,” he continues conscientiously, “and a lot of it–at least lately–has been purely physical.”
Now Lance looks like he’s ready to be offended. Before he can retort, Keith continues on. “I just didn’t want to fall right into bed.” At Lance’s raised eyebrow he concedes, “okay I know we’ve been doing other stuff but I just…I know it’s stupid I just didn’t want to be another guy that takes you home just to fuck.”
Lance just blinks at him for a solid dobosh while Keith becomes progressively more self-conscious. “You’re right. That is stupid,” he finally says.
Keith hangs his head. “But even though it’s completely misguided, the sentiment is actually kinda sweet? I think?” Lance’s face is all screwed up but Keith can tell he’s trying to hide his smile.
Lance rolls his eyes fondly. “You make it sound like I was being used and getting my heart broken but you forget that I was using them.”
He’s shaking his head like he can’t believe what an idiot Keith is. “And there were no feelings involved because I was already” Lance punctuates the last four words by jabbing his finger none too gently into Keith’s chest “in love with you.”
Keith smiles at the blue paladin sheepishly, rubbing his chest where he’s likely to have a bruise in the morning.
“Which is the reason that having sex with you will be special no matter what–and not just the first time but every time, you absolute idiot!” Lance throws his arms up dramatically to underline his point.
Keith knows Lance is right and he feels like an idiot, but the look Lance is directing his way is full of affection.
“I just really love you,” Keith murmurs.
A devilish grin spreads across Lance’s face as he pulls Keith back down on top of him. “Good, now prove it.”
Keith finally has reason to use the drawer that Lance has been unsubtly pointing to for over a week now. However he makes the mistake of divesting them both of their boxers before rummaging around for the supplies they need because Lance can’t keep his hands to himself.
“Hold on a second,” he reprimands, placing a hand on Lance’s chest, both to make Lance stay still and get better leverage to reach the contents of Lance’s ‘sex drawer’.
Lance bucks his hips in retaliation, causing Keith to gasp at the drag of bare skin. “If you make me wait one more minute for this I’m going to scream.”
Keith has the lube in hand but he’s still scrambling around to find a condom when Lance turns his face so they’re eye to eye. “We don’t need a condom,” he says and Keith is pretty sure he stops breathing. Lance seems to take his reaction as negative and quickly backpedals. “I mean, only if you want…”
Keith loves the way Lance’s blush colors his chest. It’s subtle due to his dark complexion but Keith can see it easily when he’s this close. He can feel the warmth under his hand where he’s still holding Lance down. “Okay” he says, “Yeah, if you’re sure.”
Lance’s smile is radiant and Keith is drawn in like a moth to the flame. “I’m sure,” Lance whispers. Keith settles back between Lance’s long legs and pops the cap of the tube he pilfered from the drawer.
It should not have come as a surprise to Keith that Lance is exceptionally vocal in bed. Lance is both exceptional, and the most vocal person Keith has ever met. He silently promises to never tell Lance to shut up ever again when he moans obscenely at merely the press of Keith’s finger at his entrance.
The sound goes straight to Keith’s dick. So does Lance impatiently trying to push down against him but Keith’s spare hand is holding his hip to keep him in place.
“Patience,” Keith says and huffs a laugh at Lance’s scowl.
“If you say ‘yields focus’ I will never forgive you.”
Keith snorts but decides it's time to give Lance what he’s been begging for and pushes his finger inside. Lance finally stops squirming and his features relax. “Fuck,” he breathes.
“Is that what you wanted?” Keith teases as he moves his finger, gently probing.
Lance relaxes only briefly before he makes it clear to Keith he wants more. Keith slips a second finger in and gently scissors them. Lance moans, still trying to get more, but he arches off the mattress when Keith crooks his fingers just so. Keith watches with fascination at the way Lance rolls his whole body like a tidal wave.
Water is so clearly Lance’s element, and not because he is the blue paladin. Lance is the blue paladin because he is the ocean personified.
Even before Keith learned that Lance grew up near the ocean, before he realized that Lance’s lithe build came from years of swimming and surfing, he’d equated the boy with water.
Lance is adaptable and playful like a bubbling brook, easily redirected but joyful and mesmerizing. Early on, Keith had made the mistake of thinking him superficial, shallow as a puddle, but had come to know Lance as a fathomless ocean. He has a current that draws others in, impossible to evade–like a rip tide. But instead of drowning, Keith feels the most alive he’s ever felt. Being with Lance is like a rainstorm in the desert; exhilarating, beautiful, electrifying, devastating.
Keith can’t help but think about how lucky he is as Lance writhes underneath him. He adds a third finger and uses his left hand to stroke Lance slowly as a distraction from the stretch.
“If you fuck me just right I can come untouched,” Lance tells him and Keith may actually be drowning now because the blue paladin says it so casually like its not the hottest thing Keith has ever heard. And Lance knows exactly what he’s doing, because Keith has never been one to turn down a challenge.
“Jesus fucking Christ Lance” Keith exhales.
Lance hums, obviously pleased with himself and Keith’s reaction, but his patience is fraying again because he’s using his full weight to try to fuck himself on Keith’s fingers. “I’m ready. Fuck me. Please,” he whines. Keith crooks his fingers one more time just to watch Lance’s eyes go hazy and unfocused, to hear him cry out.
He slides a pillow under Lance before slicking himself up. He kisses the inside of Lance’s thighs, biting gently and making Lance shudder. He lines himself up and meets Lance’s eyes. The blue paladin’s pupils are so blown that there is only an almost imperceptible ring of toffee brown. He’s biting his lip, eyes locked with Keith’s, half begging, half challenging him.
Keith takes one last steadying breath and wades in.
The first slow push into the heat of Lance’s body has Keith’s head spinning and he’s a little embarrassed to note that his breathing is ragged like he’s been running laps. He’s moving slowly, painstakingly slowly and Lance is beyond impatience at this point.
Keith feels long legs snake around him, ankles locking together behind his back and in one fluid motion he’s fully seated in Lance, both of them moaning in tandem.
“Don’t need to treat me like I’m made of glass samurai,” Lance murmurs, leaning up to capture Keith’s lips.
He unlocks his ankles to give Keith room to move but Keith’s still working on getting his bearings, gripping Lance’s hips like they’re the only thing keeping him from getting drawn out to sea. “Give me a second,” he grumbles, voice shaky. He takes another breath and begins to move.
The first slow drag as he pulls out has him shuddering. “God, you feel so good,” he murmurs. Lance’s smile is smug until Keith snaps his hips forward.
Lance throws his head back, “fuck,” he shouts.
After a few more thrusts–-out slow, but snapping in fast and hard–Keith sets a steady pace that has a constant rush of noises escaping Lance’s mouth. He’s responsive to every little adjustment Keith makes, gasping and moaning and grunting at every press of Keith’s hips against him.
When Keith changes the angle just so, Lance shouts his name, spurring him to hit that exact spot again and again. After a few more good thrusts that have Lance whining, Keith eases off a little, not wanting to end things too soon. He slows down his pace enough that he can lean down to kiss Lance’s neck and chests, enjoying the way the blue paladin sighs happily and reaches his long arms around his shoulders.
But then, without preamble, Lance slides one muscular leg around Keith’s back.“Not that you’re not doing a great job,” Lance starts and Keith has barely a second to contemplate what that means before he’s on his back.
In one of the most effortless moves Keith has ever experienced, Lance spins them over, keeping them locked together with that same leg, so that Lance ends up on top. He slides his calf out from under Keith’s back before he continues, “but I’ve been dreaming of riding you since the first time I saw you fly.”
Keith’s brain short circuits between Lance’s words, the way the blue paladin undulates his hips and the inexplicable way he was able to take control. Lance moves his hips in slow tantalizing waves, seeming to enjoy the feeling as much as Keith does. Every hitch in Lance’s breath is like a siren song bringing Keith closer and closer to the edge, but Lance laid out a challenge for him and Keith is nothing if not competitive.
Keith grips Lance’s hips and pushes up to meet him, going so far as to lift his hips off the mattress. Then he holds Lance there while he pistons his hips up to meet him, taking control back. Lance moans his name and his hands scramble to find purchase on Keith’s shoulders as Keith thrusts into him forcefully. Keith adjusts the angle just slightly and Lance is practically screaming, the sound being punched out of him with each thrust. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he moans.
The position is a little awkward for Keith and he can already feel one leg cramping but he refuses to let up until Lance finishes. He can tell he’s hitting Lance’s prostate with every thrust because Lance is practically incoherent at this point, and he can tell the blue paladin is close when the muscles of his thighs start to contract and his eyes roll back a little.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” Keith says, knowing how praise pushes Lance over the edge.
“Fuck Keith I’m gonna,” he shouts and Keith is ready. He thrusts hard a couple more times then pulls Lance’s hips hard against him, pushing up with all the strength left in his legs.
“Keith!” Lance screams as he slumps forward slightly, his orgasm leaving stripes across Keith’s chest and stomach.
Lance squirms a little so Keith settles them both back down on the mattress, giving Lance the chance to move off him if he needs to. Lance stays mounted though, rolling his hips in shallow circles, chasing the echoing waves of his orgasm.
Keith’s so close now it’s almost painful. It was hard enough to hold back when Lance was riding him, hips moving fluidly, but hearing the noises he made with each of Keith’s thrusts and seeing and feeling him come from Keith’s dick alone has him ready to reach his own end.
“Give me a second,” Lance pants, leaning his forehead against Keith, “that was, really, intense.”
Keith smiles at that, gratified, because Lance sounds absolutely wrecked and he did that.
It takes about a minute for Lance to catch his breath. Keith goes to grab Lance’s hips to help him dismount but Lance stops him. “No. I want you to come like this.”
Keith doesn’t have a ton of experience, but he knows that continuing after an orgasm is often uncomfortable if not outright painful. “You don’t have to,” Keith starts. He doesn’t care how he finishes, whether it's Lance’s hands or his mouth, it's guaranteed to be unbelievable.
“I want to,” Lance says, rolling his hips enticingly.
“Fuck Lance.” Keith searches his face for any sign of discomfort, any twinge of pain but Lance looks happy and enraptured.
“That’s the idea,” He quips. He starts out slow and shallow.
Keith can feel the heat building in him again before Lance even starts talking.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to get you like this.” His pace gradually swells as he continues. “You know I dreamed of flying my whole life…but when I saw you fly for the first time it was like the world shifted. You were so goddamn beautiful. I wanted to fly with you. I just knew that, given the chance, I’d follow you anywhere.”
Keith is losing his mind at this point between the sinful motion of Lance’s hips, the sound of his voice–deeper and scratchy from screaming his name–and the things he’s saying. He’s so close and Lance’s next words send him over the edge. “Keith, love, I want to feel you cum inside me.”
Keith cums so hard his vision whites out around the edges. He always thought the phrase ‘seeing stars’ was an exaggeration but there are no windows in the paladin quarters and yet it's like he’s looking out into space.
When he focuses back in the present a moment later he runs one hand through his sweaty hair the other still gripping onto Lance’s hip with bruising force. “I fucking love you,” Keith murmurs, raising up on his elbow so he can more easily pull Lance into a sloppy kiss.
“You fucking love me or you love fucking me?” Lance asks cheekily.
“Both,” Keith answers immediately, “definitely both.”
Lance hums happily and nuzzles into Keith’s neck. “Mmm both is good.”
After what is, without a doubt, the best sex Keith has ever experienced in his life, the two of them lay sprawled on the bed panting. Lance is curled into him with his head resting on Keith’s chest, one hand stroking idle shapes along his ribs that make Keith shiver and then abruptly the blue paladin is giggling uncontrollably.
Keith just raises an eyebrow at him when their eyes meet.
“You were worried about it being special,” Lance gasps, breathless from laughing. “Estúpido.”
Keith doesn’t speak Spanish but he can guess what that word means. In an instant they’re both laughing, Keith kissing any part of Lance he can reach in between bouts of giggles until Lance leans up so their lips meet in a languid kiss.