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They’ve just finished band practice and Keith is sitting the correct way on the couch while Lance is upside down with his long legs kicked over the back. Pidge has taken to shooting water at the two of them with a spray bottle whenever they get ‘gross’ so there is a small sliver of space between them.
Keith doesn’t know how Lance can sit like that for extended periods but honestly he’s seen weirder and he doesn’t hate the way Lance’s shirt has rucked up revealing a tantalizing patch of his stomach.
“I can’t believe you were fucking your way through every vaguely Latino looking guy in town,” Lance says with mock offense. “I feel fetishized.”
Keith shrugs unapologetically. “I like what I like.” He looks up from his phone, “and I’m half Korean. I get fetishized all the time. Guys always assume I do martial arts.”
Hunk and Pidge are coming down the stairs carrying snacks and drinks.
“But Keith, you actually do martial arts…” Pidge deadpans.
“Yeah but they assume it.” Keith shrugs and Lance cackles. He slides his legs over so he can wiggle into Keith’s lap. “Come here you idiot,” he laughs, drawing Keith’s lips down on his, “quick while their hands are still full!”
Their kiss is cut short since they’re both laughing but it doesn’t stop Pidge from dropping their supplies and spraying them with the tiny water gun they’d hidden in their hoodie pocket.
“Oh my god Pidge,” Lance giggles–not at all remorseful, “we’re not cats! Well–” he gives Keith a smug look because there is one pet name Keith reacts to more than others.
“Shut up!” Keith groans.
“Plus I like getting all wet,” Lance says in a purposely lower register that makes Keith shudder, “just ask Keith.”
Now Hunk and Pidge are both shooting them with water and Keith hadn’t realized Hunk was hiding a spray bottle too.
Lance just goes back to laughing. He makes a big show of blocking Keith like he’s taking real bullets for him and says ‘remember me’ before fake dying in Keith’s arms.
They’re pretty much soaked by the time their friends stop but they’re all laughing.
~~~~
The first show they play after the Castle Competition is absolutely packed. Voltron had a decent reputation and a good-sized following before but after Keith and Lance’s first kiss went viral Voltron exploded on social media.
It might have helped that they went entirely dark for over a month and built the anticipation. It wasn’t their intention to build suspense, Keith and Lance just wanted time out of the public eye to figure out how they fit together now. And they spent a lot of that time holed up at Keith’s.
They spent time with their friends too and Lance’s family and there had been a call from a very upset Shiro who’d yelled at Keith for having to find out through social media. Matt had been in the background. “Technically Pidge told me and I found and showed you the video,” he mumbled.
“See?!” Shiro shouted, “Pidge told their brother right away! Like you should have!”
Eventually they calmed him down–well Lance did and then he lamented to Shiro that Keith uses 3 in 1 shampoo and doesn’t have a facial moisturizer with SPF in it–or at least he hadn’t, but Lance remedied that pretty quickly.
Keith had been bright red when Lance confidently bought a shopping basket’s worth of condoms, lube and a half dozen skin products at the drugstore around the corner from Keith’s place.
They’d still had band practice and Lance and written a brand new song that was a big fuck you to Nyma*.
To add insult to injury he’d arranged it to resemble a more boyband-y ‘frontman with a backing band’ song. He’d added his guitar to the backing track so he could perform it fully without playing, reminiscent of the kind of performer Nyma’s company created and what she’d been trying to mold him into.
It means Lance gets to prance around and body roll and slide his hand over Keith’s shoulders–pretty much anything he can think of to be an absolute menace on stage.
Keith can’t help but enjoy the show though, because Lance is god damn sexy–and it's not just his obvious bias. Keith watches the crowd go absolutely apeshit for it.
Pretty boy Wanna take me out to Soho
Keith had asked Lance why he wrote ‘pretty boy’ instead of ‘pretty girl’ since the song was about Nyma. Lance said that he preferred to make it sound more gay–which Keith imagined was just more of a ‘fuck you’ with how she’d made Lance feel like he had to hide his sexuallity. ‘Plus I’m far more interested in pretty boys,’ Lance had said before kissing him senseless.
You're the type where I typically won't go
One hot night, could be fun, but I don't know how to feel
But you Got a Benz, got a boat, where we drinkin?
Private jet like every other weekend, one short flight
Got you good, got you thinking this is real
If you only knew
I don't like champagne, prada
Money doesn't change that, we got bigger problems
You got nice things, They don't phase me
Gotta play nice if you wanna taste me
Keith has a hard time concentrating when he watches Lance drag his finger from his plump bottom lip down his chest but then he’s moving.
I set the bar high
Lance sidles up behind Keith and drags a hand across his chest before hooking his chin over Keith’s shoulder and gesturing to Keith with a shake of his head.
Can you blame me?
You can love me baby you can hate me
Flashy cars and your limousines
Money buys almost everything
You got nice things, Call me crazy
But I wouldn't want it, Even if you paid me
Their mouth always bigger than their wallet
Nepo baby where'd you go to college, say it's luck
But that's not what I would call it, nah uh uh
Nothing to say
Nothing but blah blah blah
Always the same
Get what they want, want, want
Take it away
If I'm being honest, I don't want your
Nice things, They don't phase me
Gotta play nice if you wanna taste me
I set the bar high
Can you blame me?
You can love me baby you can hate me
Flashy cars and your limousines
Money buys almost everything
You got nice things, Call me crazy
But I wouldn't want it, Even if you paid me
If you only knew
I don't like champagne, drama
Money doesn't change that, I think you're the problem
The little dance Lance does to the beat of ‘I think you’re the problem’ should be dorky but he’s so keyed up that it’s really not.
When the music fades out Lance throws his arms around Keith’s shoulders and kisses Keith full on the mouth.
The crowd goes wild–even louder than they did for the song.
Lance gives Keith one last dreamy half-lidded smile before turning and addressing the crowd. “Sorry everyone! I waited 10 years to kiss this pretty boy and now I can’t stop. Can you blame me?”
Pidge grumbles about not having their spray bottle and Hunk plays a sting.
Lance just chuckles. “Well I dunno about you guys but I’ve got plans for the rest of my night,” he makes eyes at Keith and the others groan, “so that’s it for us! We’ve been Voltron and you all have been amazing!”
Usually Lance loves hanging around and meeting fans after the show but he rushes through a few pleasantries and autographs from some of their oldest fans and then drags Keith out the back door.
“Home. Now,” he breathes against Keith’s neck, making Keith shiver–and not just because Lance is calling his place home.
~~~~
After that first night in Lance’s room they go to Keith’s place where no one will hear them getting reacquainted with each other.
They stay in bed for almost two full days–ignoring most calls and texts. Keith has never been more deliciously sore in his entire life.
When they come up for air–mostly because the new semester has started and Lance can’t skip any more days of his internship–Lance tells him that if they don’t go to his house for dinner on Friday Veronica and Rachel are threatening to murder them both.
The prospect of eating dinner at the McClain home again after so long makes Keith feel warm. He’d missed Lance more than anything in the time they’d been distant but he missed Lance’s family too. They’d been like his family once. He’s scared they might not accept him back into their lives quite as easily as Lance did though.
He needn’t have worried. When he shows up with wine and flowers Maria sweeps him into her arms. Lance is standing behind her, one hip cocked and brandishing a wooden spoon while wearing a frilly pink ‘kiss the cook’ apron. He’d headed over early that morning to help his mom prepare for what was going to be a feast.
Keith and Lance have spent all of their time together since the competition, but Keith still missed him today. He’s even an hour earlier than expected because the commission he was working on took less time than he thought and he’d been itching to see Lance.
“Hey Mrs. McClain,” Keith says awkwardly, not able to appropriately return the hug with the host gifts still in his hands.
Maria holds him out at arm’s length so she can look at him. “Cielito, call me Maria or Mama. You’re family. I won’t have any of this ‘Mrs. McClain’ from you.”
Keith can see Lance smirking over his mother’s head. Keith made the mistake of telling him he was nervous about seeing his family and worried they wouldn’t accept him after all this time. Lance had told him he was an idiot and he was right. The McClains were the most loving and warm people Keith had ever met and he didn’t realize just how badly he’s missed them until this moment.
“Are these flowers for me or tu amor?” Maria asks, finally noticing what Keith is holding, “and oh look at the effort you made,” she says looking at Keith’s navy button down (that Lance returned) and the way he attempted to fight his hair into a semblance of order. She keeps rattling on about how it's not necessary and they’re family so there is no need to be so formal but Keith has locked eyes with Lance and he feels warm and happy under his gaze.
Maria seems to notice that the two of them have gone to their own little world because she takes the wine and flowers from Keith’s hands and steals the spoon back from Lance before smacking him in the butt with it on her way back into the kitchen. “Dame este, estúpido. Ve a besar a tu novio.”
Lance puts his hand over the spot where Maria hit him and mutters before turning back to Keith.
“She’s right, you know. You didn’t need to dress up for little old me. I already know you’re an emo slob,” he teases and slides his arms around Keith’s shoulders before placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
“First of all, fuck off, and second of all I didn’t dress up for you,” Keith teasing back. “This is cute,” Keith says, tugging at the frilly pink apron, “think you can sneak it back to mine later?”
Lance mock gasps, “This is my mother’s apron you filthy animal” but then he’s smiling wickedly and winking.
It's at that moment that Rachel walks in and casually sprays Lance point blank with a spray bottle that looks suspiciously like the one Pidge has.
“Fuck Rachel! That went in my ear!” he shrieks, pushing off Keith to take off after his sister who is giggling like a maniac and running through the living room.
She shouts back, “Pidge was right. This is super fun! Hi Keith,” she’s grinning as she comes full circle but then takes off again before Lance catches up. He’s slipping around the hallway in socked feet.
“No fair!” he shouts, “no shoes in the house you heathen!” he stops in front of where Keith is laughing at them, still just inside the doorway. “Same goes for you babe. Shit kickers on the shoe rack.”
He points at the same untidy shelf of shoes that’s been next to the front door for as long as Keith has known him. It shouldn’t be such a mess anymore since all the kids are over 20 now and have their own places but it’s comforting to see it just like Keith remembers it.
“And no shooting us in front of Nadia and Silvio. We’re not giving them any ideas.” Lance calls through the house.
Rachel slides over to them from the living room, holding her shoes and now in just her socks. She brandishes her mostly empty hands as a sign of truce. “Don’t be gross in front of the children and you have nothing to worry about.”
“I’m getting really tired of everyone calling us gross,” Lance grumbles.
“I think it’s just you actually,” Keith says.
Rachel snickers and gives Keith a high-five while Lance gasps. “Traitor!” but then Lance is getting up all in his space and whispering in his ear, “you liked it last night, and this morning,” he whispers–voice sultry and low.
Rachel takes out the spray bottle hidden in the back of her jeans and hits Lance in the cheek this time.
“I’m not a cat!” he roars. “Ma! Tell Rachel to knock it off!” he screams as he chases his sister again, this time they’re both slipping around on the wood floors in their socks and Keith can’t help but laugh at their antics.
Rachel is older but not by much and Lance manages to bring out this side of all his siblings. It's probably something to do with being the baby of the family.
“Rachel, mi amor, deja que tu hermano se porte asqueroso con su novio,” Maria calls from the kitchen, “Es mejor que todo el llanto y el anhelo. Diez años. Los chicos son tan estúpidos.”
“Hey!” Lance shouts, “Keith can understand you, you know.”
Keith is leaning against the doorway to the living room where Rachel and Lance are circling each other around the dining room table. “She’s not wrong though.”
Rachel bursts out into surprised laughter and Lance glares at him.
“You are in so much trouble when we get home tonight.” Lance threatens but there’s no heat to it. “Hey you want a beer?”
Keith smiles at him. “Yeah thanks.”
Rachel goes to make a call so Keith starts pulling plates, silverware, napkins and glassware out of the china cabinet in the corner of the dining room and starts setting the table.
He can just barely hear Lance and his mother speaking in low voices in the kitchen. The conversation is entirely in Spanish but Keith gets the gist even though his is a little rusty–he and Lance are using it more now and it's been nice.
“ You’re happy son ?”
“ Yeah mama. I am. I’m really really happy .”
“I’m so proud of you, you know. You’re so much like your father. I know he’d be happy for you too.”
Keith can hear in his voice that Lance is crying but it's the happy/sad tears that come from talking about someone that you love and miss. He knows exactly what that’s like. It's something that Keith and Lance have in common.
“I miss him mama. I wish he could have met Keith. I wish he could see how happy he makes me.”
“I know, baby. He can. He watches over all of us. Come here my love. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
Keith tears up when he hears Lance’s muffled sniffles and he can imagine that Lance is leaned down far enough that his face is pressed against his mother’s shoulder.
When he calms down Maria says in English and loud enough to ensure Keith can hear her, “I won’t keep you, I know you’ve been dying to see him all day. Take these with you.”
Lance scowls over his shoulder at his mother. He's holding a beer in each hand and his eyes are a little red. There is a blush high on his cheekbones that Keith finds adorable.
Keith wants to wrap him up in a warm blanket and hold him until he feels better, but instead Keith says teasingly, “awww you missed me huh?”
“Oh fuck you mister ‘hour early!’ You missed me too!”
And Keith can’t lie because he absolutely did. He takes the beer Lance offers and gives him a peck on the cheek.
When Rachel returns and lets them know that Marco is running late she whines, “what am I chop liver?” and Lance tells her she can ‘get her own damn drink.’
Veronica shows up then Luis with his wife and their kids. Nadia and Silvio look way bigger than they had the last time Keith had seen them a little over a year ago at Lance’s birthday barbeque.
There is more teasing at Lance and Keith’s expense but Rachel doesn’t pull out the spray bottle again (although she does leave it out on the book shelf in the living room as a warning).
Marco shows up just as they are putting the plates out and the teasing starts all over again.
Lance keeps rolling his eyes but Keith doesn’t think he really minds all that much. They hold hands underneath the table and wrestle with their feet. Everyone has to notice but they don’t get teased for it.
Keith knows that despite everyone calling them gross and stupid, they’re all actually happy they’re together.
After dinner and after Keith forces Maria to let him help cleaning up (reminding her that he’s family so he’s not a guest) Veronica and Rachel ask him to come look at something in the shed.
Lance is reading a story to Silvio and Nadia, who both look moments away from passing out in his lap, so he says sure and follows them out. He’s not really sure what they could possibly need to show him.
When they get outside it becomes obvious that they are just out here to talk about Lance without him or their mother hearing.
“I practically grew up here,” Keith whines, “You’re really going to give me the shovel talk?!” He probably should have expected this. He wonders why it’s just Veronica and Rachel, not all four of Lance’s siblings.
“Luis and Marco figured we’re scarier,” Rachel shrugs, “they’ll still probably threaten you a little at some point.”
“Great,” Keith says sarcastically, “I’ll look forward to it.”
“And if anyone needs to be reminded of what will happen if they hurt our little brother it's you Keith. We let the first one slide because you were a stupid kid,” Veronica starts.
“Really stupid”
Keith rolls his eyes, “Thanks Rachel”
“But now you’re grown and if you hurt him again we’ll be sending you back to your brother in pieces–got me?” Veronica finishes with her arms crossed over her chest. Keith honestly wouldn’t put it past her to use physical violence to protect her family so maybe Luis and Marco had it right.
“I thought a shovel talk implied you’d bury me.” Keith points out.
Rachel waves him off casually, “Shiro has been through enough we can’t leave him wondering where you’ve gone.”
Keith snorts and Veronica looks appalled. “That’s dark Rachel.”
“Seriously though,” Veronica says, putting her hands on Keith’s shoulders and looking at him seriously. “We’re happy for you. We missed you. Just make him happy okay?”
Keith smiles. “Yeah. I plan to.”
~~~~
Keith had honestly expected Lance to be enthusiastic, just as he had with every new thing they’d explored together, but the look he’s giving Keith is distrusting.
“I thought you didn’t like bottoming,” Lance says carefully.
And it's true, they’ve talked a lot in the last 3 months about anything and everything–making up for lost time.
Keith had tried bottoming only a handful of times in the past and although it felt good–just like fingers or toys–there was an underlying tension to being with another person that way that he’s always found too distracting to fully enjoy himself.
But this isn’t the first thing he’s felt differently about when it comes to Lance. He’d never liked facing his partners during sex but even as much as he loves the dimples of Lance’s lower back when he takes him from behind, he prefers to watch Lance’s face when he fucks him.
He’s never enjoyed being bossed around by anyone else but it’s hot when Lance tells him what to do or pushes him around until he’s right where Lance wants him.
Everything he’s done with Lance has been 100 times better than anything he’s tried without him so Keith expects this will be the same.
“It’s been a while since I’ve tried.”
Lance considers that but his look is still scrutinizing. “You’re not just saying this because you think it’s what I want right?”
Before Keith can answer, he continues, “Because if it’s not something you want then I don’t want it either.”
Keith is starting to regret waiting until they were both naked to bring this up, but he’s been thinking about it for a while and he just blurted it out when Lance asked ‘how do you want me?’
“I want to.” Keith says, voice steady and eyes serious while Lance searches his face for any sign that he’s unsure.
He must not find one because he says, ‘okay’ and then he’s guiding Keith onto his back and kissing him deep and slow in the way that makes Keith’s toes curl and heat pool steadily in his gut.
Lance is careful and patient as he opens Keith up. He doesn’t have to be so gentle, they’ve done this part before (although Keith’s dick had been in Lance’s mouth those times). This time Lance is watching him carefully looking for any sign of discomfort as he stretches Keith more and for longer.
It feels good but it’s also not enough. “You’re not going to hurt me Lance,” Keith complains. He’s already tired of Lance being overly cautious and treating him like he’s made of glass.
Lance huffs, “shut up and let me treat you like you’re precious gatito, because you are.” But he does finally remove his fingers so he can roll on a condom and lube. The sight has Keith more excited than he’d expected.
Lance sinks into him so slowly that it’s honestly ridiculous and the whole time his face looks absurdly concentrated.
“If you could stop staring at me like I’m a math problem that would be great,” Keith deadpans and tries not to flinch at the odd feeling. He knows the moment he shows any sign of pain Lance is going to pull the plug on the whole thing and Keith really does want to try this.
Keith is fully confident that he’s never going to get tired of fucking Lance but this is something he’d always wanted to understand for himself. He knows bottoming can be really good–he’s seen how others have reacted to being fucked–especially Lance. He knows it's not for everyone and that might still be true for him, but he wants to at least try.
“Sorry,” Lance says to Keith’s math problem comment just as he finally– finally –bottoms out.
It’s weird for sure. It definitely feels different from the toys Keith uses–but not bad. It’s not exactly uncomfortable but it’s not comfortable either.
Lance is still watching him like a hawk–just trying to be less obvious about it. Keith notices how tense he is and how quiet he’s been aside from constantly asking Keith if he’s okay.
“You’re allowed to enjoy this, you know,” Keith says. Lance still hasn’t moved and Keith realizes he’s waiting for Keith to tell him it's okay.
Lance’s arms are shaking a little, “Nope, not unless you do,” he says seriously. He’s so clearly hiding that it feels good because he doesn’t want Keith to think he has to do this if he doesn’t want to. It’s such a Lance thing to do.
Keith can’t help it, he laughs. He reaches for Lance to pull him down into a kiss, “come here you idiot.”
The slight repositioning has electricity spiking through Keith’s whole body and he ends up gasping into Lance’s mouth. Lance inadvertently makes a little aborted half thrust in reaction to Keith clenching around him.
“Shit Keith, I’m sorry,” he rushes to apologize.
“Do that again.” Keith breathes and makes an ‘ah’ noise when Lance thrusts again tentatively.
“Like that?” Lance’s forehead is pressed into Keith’s and he can feel the words whisper against his cheeks.
“Yeah Lance, just like that,” Keith murmurs and then his mouth is going slack as Lance fucks into with more confidence. “Oh god Lance.”
“I love it when you say my name cariño,” Lance whispers against his skin just below his ear.
“More,” Keith says, voice hoarse already and he’s not sure Lance hears him until Lance thrusts into him harder–not hard, just a little more firmly than before.
“Oh god Lance.” Keith moans his name and grips Lance’s shoulders hard enough to bruise. It's been years since he’s tried this but he knows that it never felt like this.
Lance is kissing every inch of Keith’s skin he can reach now, rhythm steady and Keith can only hold on for dear life as Lance fucks him. Lance reaches back and hooks one of Keith's legs, lifting slightly, and the angle sends a shock through Keith’s core. He’s a little embarrassed to classify the sound that leaves his mouth as a whine.
But Lance doesn’t have to keep asking if he’s okay or if it feels good because the sounds Keith is making are so clearly ones of pleasure.
Keith ends up crossing his legs over Lance’s lower back and Lance is babbling sweet nothings between kisses in both Spanish and English.
It’s too much and it's not enough and Keith chokes out, “Lance…close.”
“Touch yourself for me sweetheart,” Lance murmurs because he’s holding Keith’s hips off the bed to get that perfect angle that makes Keith’s vision white out with each thrust so Keith does.
He only has to stroke himself a few times before he’s spilling over his hand and onto his stomach with a moan.
Lance follows shortly after with an “oh fuck Keith!” but he supports himself on shaky arms and hides his face against Keith’s neck instead of collapsing on him.
They’re both panting hard and Keith idly runs his nails over the short strands of hair at the nape of Lance’s neck making the other boy hum contentedly.
Lance pulls out slowly and Keith misses the feeling of being full almost immediately. He’s confident that they’ll be trying that again.
“Did you like that?” Keith teases.
“Only if you did,” Lance pants.
Keith laughs, “You’re such an idiot.”
“Hey,” Lance says, leaning back and cupping Keith’s face with one hand. “I really fucking love you, you know.”
Keith leans into Lance’s palm. “I know. And I really fucking love you too.”