Cowt 10, M2, prompt: BDSM!
Lance was already on edge.
They haven’t been able to see each other for a week, a long, lonely week, with the only company of his hand.
It didn’t help that Keith was unexpectedly a tease. Lance learnt to do not open the attachments of Keith’s texts in front of other people the hard way. Fun to think that when they first started their relationship, he was so shy about everything even barely sex-related, and now he picked the habit to send naked photos to Lance after training.
Usually, Keith liked to bottom, but it wasn’t a rule. They were both pretty versatile.
A press of fingers reminded Lance they weren’t doing ‘usual’ today; he found himself on his back two seconds after entering the bedroom and tied in five. Keith barely took the time to get him off his shirt before securing his wrist to the headboard. After all this time together, Lance could tell that he was desperate as him, even if he was taking his sweet time fingering him. He made a quick knot on each wrist, fast to do, impossible to undone from his position.
Bondage was another surprise. Keith had been red as his lion first time he asked if they could try it, and now he was the proud owner of a set of ropes of every shade of red and blue he could find.
Not that he wanted to break free.
“Keith…” He moaned when his boyfriend fingers almost accidentally slide against his prostate.
“Sshhh.” He raised to kiss him. “I haven’t seen you in a week I’m going to take my time.”
“Wouldn’t you mind just take me instead?”
Keith gifted him one of his smirks. Given freedom, Lance would have bitten it away.
His fingers speed up, sliding in and out of Lance, again and again, and again; enough to drive him crazy with want, but never quite enough to satisfy him.
He realised he closed his eyes when he heard a chuckle. He raised his head just to meet Keith’s intense gaze.
“You are beautiful.”
Lance felt warm taking over his cheeks.
“No, my love, don’t be shy. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, here, completely surrender to me.” He dragged his fingers on his leg, which he was holding up hanging on his shoulder. He kissed his knee and went back down leaving a wet trail.
He was so close to Lance shaft that he could already feel the ghost touch of his lips on it. But Keith wasn’t done teasing. He stopped just an inch away and he just exhaled a blow on it.
Lance lost it.
He squirmed on the sheets with a moan. He couldn’t anymore.
He closed his eyes again, so he realised Keith was towering over him just when he grabbed his legs firmly to spread them wide open, and suddenly Lance could feel it. His head just on his entrance.
He didn’t have the time to take a breath that Keith pushed inside.
And stopped.
Again!
Lance tried to put his unfocused gaze on his lover, and he found his eyes shut with a wrinkled forehead.
“Keith?”
“Just a second, you feel too good, I don’t want to finish before we start.” He took a deep breath.
Now was Lance turn to tease. He rolled his hips pulling a whine from Keith.
“You little…” he raised his legs on his shoulders, grabbing his hips tightly. “Brace yourself!”
“What for? I may fall asleep.”
That was it. It was going to be rough.
He pulled out until he was just barely in him. Lance groaned softly when he slowly pushed his cock into his tight heat. He pulled out again until only his tip was left inside and then slid home again.
Keith set an unforgiving pace and Lance’s moans raised until he was basically screaming.
“Touch me!” He pleaded but Keith showed a wolfish smile.
“Got my hands full!” He strengthened his grip lifting him from the mattress to have a better angle and he was rewarded by Lance howl when he found his prostate.
The orgasm took him abruptly. He arched on the bed shaking from head to toes.
The world went blank and when he came back on the land of living Keith was lovingly caressing his cheek, still inside of him.
“You’re back?”
“Keep going,” he crackled.
“Lance…”
“I want you to come in me, mark me.”
Keith lowered to kiss him softly.
“I love you.” He said on his lips.
Lance hooked his feet on his back as an answer.
Keith started moving again. Without lifting from him. He used one hand to grip the headboard and balance his trusts, while the other went back on spreading Lance’s right leg.
He was close, Lance could tell by the way he was trembling inside him, so he focused on grinding.
Keith moaned lost in pleasure, the pace building, until he gave three strong thrusts and buried himself deep, coming.
He was gorgeous. His head thrown back, one hand strangling the iron headboard, the other gripping Lance’s thigh hard enough to turn the skin white.
He collapsed on him struggling to breathe, but Lance was more than happy to have him this close. They were a sticky mess, but he couldn’t care less, he just wished to have his hands free. Almost reading his mind Keith’s reached without watching to get him free.
They rolled away from wet patch until they were lying side to side. Lance circled Keith with his arms, he needed to feel him close, they have been away just a week, but it felt like forever.
“I love you.” He whispered in his locks.
“Me too,” Keith said, the face buried in his neck.
“Shower?”
“In a minute.”
“Next time Iverson wants you to on a mission, please tell him to fuck off.”
“I refuse to put Iverson and fuck in the same sentence.”
“Motion approved.” They giggled together like children.
“Maybe I’m ready for that shower,” Keith said.
“Good. So, you can carry me.”
“Maybe I should spank you next time.”
“Is that a promise?”