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Keith curled in a ball. His friends are dead, the castle of lions was bombed while he was out just viewing earth but yet not too close.
That's when he heard the explosions.
He whimpered, pulling into a tighter ball. He went back to earth, his old friend letting him stay there. Of course Lance was surprised, getting all huffy over Keith getting recruited and not him and yet he's back on earth but the attitude was wiped clear after Keith broke down, explaining after a few minutes after his hysteria passed by.
A knock on the door made a pregnant pause, the door opening without a response, Lance was already giving him a sad face that made him look away, uncurling, he stood up with his gaze on the floor. Lance gave a smile despite his awkwardness, opening the door more for light from the hallway to poor in the room currently powered by moon light. Lance then held out a outfit folded up, balancing on his arm.
Keith gave him a glance then a quiet "Thank you". He tried to shut the door but Lance's foot kept it still. Keith looked up with troubled eyes. Lance grimaced. This wasn't the feisty Keith that battled back and forth with him in the Garrison, untold sexual tension at times that ended with hate sex at times too.
His favorite Keith was during pillow talk, the fucked out boy would've laughed at every joke and lay kisses on his neck gently. His defenses down, allowing temporary peace. He was completely jealous of whoever took Keith's virginity, being able to first experience Keith's soft side. He also wish he went into space with Keith, maybe he'd be less of a shell then he was creating.
"You can talk with me, you do know that right?" Lance, dare he say, tenderly placed his hand on his shoulder, leaning in slightly. Keith felt tears prick his eyes and he nodded, looking in Lance's eyes, showing his honesty. Lance sighed a breath he didn't know he was holding, a smile gracing his lips in relief. So Keith didn't hate him.
That or it's only because he's a good liar.
Keith shuffled in place uncomfortably, Lance jumped and laughed, a swear beed slipping down his face, he was backing out when two arms linked around his neck, two soft lips pressing urgently against his, wet skin smeared on his face in return, his eyes shooting open to see Keith's eyes wrenched shut with tears flowing unwillingly. Lance put his hands on the smaller shoulders to push but as soon as he made contact his hands seemed to melt into them, if not, pull them closer.
Keith pulled back slightly for a deep breath then dived back in, Lance moving with just as much intensity, hungrily taking unconscious advantage of Keith's weak state of mind. Lance was choking Keith with his tongue, a nostalgic feeling washed over him like a tidal wave. His eyes grew fierce as he hiked Keith's legs on his hips and fast walked to the side of the bed, laying Keith down, legs still wrapped around him.
Keith pulled out the kiss, face flush, panting hot breaths with Lance's. Lance felt courage overcome him and he simply whipped his dick out. "Do you want this?"
Keith nodded, bringing Lance back down with his arms to have their tongues mingle pleasantly together again. Lance pulled down Keith's bottom armor then the black tights that defined his ass well. With Keith shoes already off from leaving them at the doorway his entire bottom half was bare. Lance leaned over to the bedside drawer to grab a small container off banana scented lube.
Without waiting to warm them up he popped the cap open, ignoring Keith's impatient pulls on his back hips. "Hold on a sec, I'll make you forget everything soon.."
Lance stood true to his word, slick fingers breached his hole, one slipping slowly, the hot drag had his member pulsing in the cold open air, making it worse then it already was. Pumping his finger in and out had Keith letting breathy moans slip out his mouth, rocking his hips back more subtle about it. Lance smirked and added another lubber finger, Keith’s hands falling to the bed to grasp a bundle of sheets on each hand, his leather gloves still on.
Lance grew inpatient himself and added a third, curling them around a certain area that was around here somewhere—“Ah..!”
Keith heaved a breath, his eyes slipping shut while little moans slipped out. Lance smirked darkly, his fingers relentlessly curled rapidly on the same spot while still giving a small drag. “P-Please Lance, oh! Mn.. please I’m ready..” How could Lance deny such a pretty plea?
Retracting his fingers, Keith whimpering all the while, he grabbed the discarded lube, pouring a generous amount in his palm then reaching down to pump his red hot dick, weeping for Keith’s pretty little hole. “Now, Just enjoy the ride.” And Lance thrust in with one slide.
Keith threw his head to the side, a hiss of pleasure from that pain, the pain he was desiring, he craved, needed. Lance didn’t wait to starting moving his hips, grasping Keith’s thighs, trailing to that glorious ass, giving a squeeze. Keith moaned hotly, sending shock after shock to his already hardened member.
“Fuck, yes! Harder, Lance!” Keith cried, tears rubbing down his cheeks but he still asked for it, needing it. Lance didn’t look down, continuously going harder on Keith’s still too tight ass, driving Lance insane. His eyes were closed, head tipped back in ecstasy. He was so damn close.
Keith threw an arm over his eyes just as Lance looked down, seeing his smaller dick leaking he gave it tugs to match the rhythm he built, thrusting faster, loving the moans and whines he got in return.
Keith didn’t need this, he needed help, he needed a doctor not a fuck, some therapy not sex to make it all go away, it didn’t go away. It only got worse.
Tears ran down Keith’s reddened cheeks pathetically. He didn’t want it.
He asked for it. He didn’t want it.