Klance Lockdown Week 2020 on instagram by @/vhms0ul
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He got acutely aware of their closeness, the dark and heavy scent of Keith, now even more prominent that he was sweating and once again it fogged Lance's mind.
His thoughts started to drift off. He imagined how good it would probably feel to just move his hips forward, to simply grind against the round cheeks of Keith's firm ass. Oh, how often he'd imagined to touch them, to squeeze them.Series
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He scolded himself in mind for not paying attention before entering the cabin, then maybe he could’ve just waited for the next elevator. But well, here he was and Keith really hoped, the guy would simply just keep silent until they would part ways outside the huge building.
As it seemed, Keith was at least granted that one wish, since the brunet was quietly staring into his own phone. Keith shortly replied Pidge that he wasn’t up for playing the game that night.
He was about to press the send button as the elevator stopped abruptly, a loud clunk coming from above them, and the lights went out. Keith startled and almost let his phone drop as he cursed under his breath.
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And so Lance didn’t hesitate for a second to barge into his room, not bothering to knock as he arrived there. That earned him a startled yelp from Keith, who was standing in the middle of his room.
“What the hell do you want here? Get out! I’m really not in the mood to argue with you anymore,” Keith shouted and Lance was taken aback at how angry Keith really must’ve been- and still was.
Lance tried to find the right words as he sighed and rubbed his neck sheepishly with one hand, and he was fully aware of the fact that this wouldn’t be easy.
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Of quiet Mornings and moody Lions by stef_lionheart
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
07 Apr 2020
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Lance watched his husband walk out the kitchen, a lopsided smirk on his lips, and Keith was already trying to open the zipper of the onesie on his way out.
A few minutes passed and Lance was done with the toasts, arranging their plates, together with scrambled eggs and bacon. He placed them on their table in the middle of the kitchen as he heard Keith call from the bedroom. “Babe! Can you help me, please? I can’t open the damn zipper.”
Lance laughed silently, imagining Keith struggling with the zipper before he answered. “On my way, sweetheart.”
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