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Keith firmly believed small talk should be socially frowned upon. He never did understand it. Everyone could just get to the point and be done with whatever it is they have to say. Then again, he did enjoy Lance’s animated storytelling. The story itself could have been anything. Somehow Lance’s theatrics made even the most mundane tasks come to life. Emotion flowed out of the blue paladin’s entire body, right down to his fingertips as he gestured through every word. Not only when he was feeling excited about something. He was expressive even in his sadness. He made Keith feel alive.
It’s why he had wanted Lance to be able to leave the grasp of that very strange dream segment conjured by an omniscient alien mundanely named Bob. The universe needed Lance. Without Lance, everything was dull. Everyone was better off having known the blue paladin. And, truthfully, Lance maintained a level head when it counted and concocted efficient plans after thinking things through. Keith couldn’t foresee anyone saving the universe without Lance’s support.
Planning, in general, was not Keith’s forte. He acted on instinct. And instinct told him to enjoy himself tonight. He needed Pike to relax. Beds are relaxing, right? Normal people think beds are relaxing. He preferred a training deck, but maybe Pike would relax on a bed.
The red paladin bypassed the carts, grabbing a plate of meatballs on sticks that were easy finger food and plopping down smack in the middle of an excessively large circular mattress. Perhaps it had been made to accommodate for larger alien races.
Bringing a meatball to his mouth, he gave pause and sent Pike a flirty smile alongside a demanding tone. Pike was too flustered to lead? Fine. This is how he would lead. “Bring me each dish. I’m going to taste test them all.”
Pike gaped at him, an affronted gasp leading to a flamboyant spreading of his fingertips above his heart. “Excuse me! I am not your boy-” his pitch only rose higher, “manservant! I’m too pretty, to be treated this way! Handsome! I meant handsome!”
“No?” Oooh. Breaking him in will be fun. “Then I guess this is all I’m eating tonight.”
“Oh yeah? Well - well! I’m gonna-! Uh…”
“Yeah?”
“I’m gonna make you eat your words!” Pike narrowed his blue eyes, grabbing a large bowl with an alien dish Keith didn’t recognize. Dense curry covered a pile of round white starchy potatoes with purple swirls. Long legged strides reached the bed and dipped in the mattress.
“That’s what I just asked y- mffpphh!” Keith didn’t get a chance to finish as the wide vegetable was shoved halfway onto his mouth, sauce overflowing around his stretched out lips. Damn that was hot. Okay. This is definitely my thing. He didn’t even bother trying to fight to regain the upper hand. Not when he felt his chest swooning and arousal stirring up interest at the front of his pants. Keith had led when it was his duty. He led because he understood he was the best person for the job. Because Voltron needed him. Needed his piloting skills. His quick thinking. His ferocity for battle. But he was done. So done with all that responsibility. Between overseeing the Blade of Marmora’s expansive distribution routes and boosting morale for the Galactic Coalition via public speeches, it was more than draining. His body agreed. Submission felt so damned good. It was so very, very wrong. He’d never allow this outside the bedroom.
Even then, he’d shoved off many an attempt at someone domming him. “You’re not doing it right,” he’d mutter dryly and then leave without giving the unfortunate guy a second glance. Keith didn’t know exactly what right entailed. He either liked someone or he didn’t. Experience didn’t matter. Vibes mattered. Pike? Pike could stay.
“I know guys like you. Parading around. Thinking they are the best at everything.” The blonde went on, rising hotheadedly to a competition he was clearly unaware he’d already won and getting all up into Keith’s chewing face. “I’m gonna take you down a notch. Let’s see you pull off that bad boy look when you walk out of here. Think you’ll be able to show off those abs, buddy?”
The red paladin nearly choked as his breath hitched. That sass! Flustered Pike had been endearing. A Pike that got all riled up that easily? Hot! Keith doubted the Atlean would have gotten on the bed otherwise, much less all but crowded his space. And- oh wow. Was that a leg coming around to straddle him? Blue swim trunks sat stop black skinny jeans as Pike undid his robe’s belt and let it slide down slender shoulders to pool at his elbows. “Oh,” Keith intelligently supplied after swallowing half-chewed food thickly down his throat. “You read profiles.”
A cocky smile flashed white teeth as the Altean flashed a single-handed finger gun. “One pool boy coming up. I aim to please,” he fired off the fake weapon, “and I never miss. Pow, pow, pow!”
Keith tried so very hard to keep a straight face. He was physically turned on. His cock hardening underneath a gloriously long, elegant frame. Pike was light as a feather. Pike was -gorgeous-. Pike was… funny? Cheesy? Ridiculous? The red paladin cracked a smile even as panic stirred in him. Hookups were supposed to be sexually charged. Meet up, fuck, and leave.
I *like* him.
Action first, thoughts later. Keith felt his tongue flick over the excess sauce on his lips and then his arm came around one unbelievably tiny waist, the leather around his elbow creaking as it circled the small of Pike’s back.
“Kiss me,” the red paladin’s voice cracked.
“Holy crow,” wheezed out Pike, face reddening as owlish blue eyes maintained contact, “You are really intense, dude. I mean, yes. Yes, I’ll kiss you. Woah, I’m gonna kiss you. Cool. Coooooool.”
Keith held his plate of meatballs on sticks. Pike still held the curry bowl. Keith’s face angled up towards the man sitting so prettily on his lap. Pike tilted his down and closed the distance. Lips met with curiosity and tenderness. So soft. The Altean had the softest lips he’d ever tasted. They moved, lower lips taking turns being captured. Then jaws worked into the movement. A slow build. Nothing like the hasten debauchery Keith had expected of a hotel meetup. The tip of a tongue dipped barely past his lips, and a gravely low-toned swoon escaped.
He barely registered Pike taking their plates away as their tongues met and a slow burn of hips began grinding on black skinny jeans that really needed to come off in the next two ticks or Keith would lose his cool. Good thing he could rely on Altean Facial Morphing Tech to hide his Galran eyes because he could feel his pupils slitting. This wasn’t anger. No. It was arousal.
Try being a teenage boy and having to worry about transforming eyes every time he’d pop a boner. He’d have killed to only be concerned with hiding the former. Not to mention rage was also a catalyst. Of course he’d suspected he was an alien. He had a missing mother and sprouted cat eyes when he lost any kind of control. Who could blame him for being socially awkward after keeping that from everyone for so long?
The good news? This Altean Facial Morphing Tech was allowing Keith to have A Fabulous Motherfucking Time without one drop of concern for whatever his partner was seeing. Or more like not seeing a pair of Galran eyes. Like Keith kept saying, Lance had good ideas.
He really needed to stop thinking of Lance every time he got laid.
Pike’s hips dissolved the red paladin’s inner turmoil, shifting so their cocks aligned and the Atlean let out a weak whimper. Heads tilted in opposing directions and then they were kissing with mounting tension. Keith’s other arm circled around Pike as well, pressing him close and then dipping down both hands to squeeze at a perfectly taut ass.
The red paladin had no such tech for hiding the undeniably Galran growl that followed. He froze, breaking apart the kiss with dread. He’d *never* slipped like that with any of his lovers. It was a dead giveaway. How many Galran-human half breeds were there? Only one that he knew of, not counting the next generation of inter-species couples raising newborns.
“Woah! That was really hot! Are you like a hybrid? Because, oh boy, do I have a thing for that.” Pike’s red lips, swollen from kissing were forming words. Many words. Words which made no sense.
“A thing?”
“Yeah, man. Like a kink thing. Don’t get me wrong. Humans are fine as hell. I mean, look at the beauty that is me.” Then, he added on real quick, “I mean, I’m mostly shaped like a human.” He gestured wildly up and down his lanky bare torso. “But there’s just something about a little excitement thrown in there. A little, uh, neat alien modification if you will. And… fierceness. Woo-boy is that- Thunder? Are you alright?”
“But humans are aliens? To you?” Thick brows furrowed, trying to make sense of things through his haze of lust coupled with the fear of some Altean lay figuring out who he was. At least, Pike had started off that way. One little joke and an exceptional kiss later- and I’m what? Swooning. Get a grip, Kogane.
“Oh! Uh…” Pike’s eyes darted everywhere but at him. “It’s more that humans are… uh, kind of weak? I mean, not weak-weak. Just… boring?”
“Boring?” Now a thick brow rose. “You don’t seem all that bored considering you’re still tenting your shorts.”
“No, no, no, no, no! Well, you don’t count, do you?” Long fingers reached for Keith’s throat, softly tracing his Adam's apple. A meek voice asked, “Will you do that again? I liked it.” He cleared his throat daintily, “I like it a lot.”
Keith scoffed through his nose, laying back and feeling the stress leave him as he let go of Pike’s stellar ass in favor of placing both hands behind his head. The Altean clearly hadn’t put two and two together. Might as well have fun. “Tell you what. You’re incredibly distracting. Bring me anything that has chocolate on it. Suck me off. You’ll earn your growls.”
“I wish you were worse at leading.” Pike petulantly exaggerated his displeasure, complaining all the way as he abandoned Keith’s lap and made quick work of picking up who knows what. Keith had closed his eyes, finding himself smiling at his expressive company. He hadn’t been so wrapped up in someone since- No. Not going there. Don’t you dare think of Lance.
Pike’s continued protests drew closer. “Don’t think this is over. I’m playing the long game. You’re going down! Mark my words. I’m gonna have the last laugh, my man.”
Keith’s small smile grew, “I’ll look forward to- Mppffh!” Chewy fudge flooded his taste buds. Black eyes opened to one robe-less slender definitely-a-model cabana boy next door with sparkling blue eyes unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans with concentration. Only the red paladin’s nature to scan his surroundings as he did during his fighting days for the Blade produced a peripheral view of an assortment of desserts laying on the bed beside them.
“Cool your jets, Thunder. I heard you loud and clear. Roger that. One blow job coming up.” Pike’s tongue peaked over the corner of his mouth. Adorable, supplied Keith’s blood-drained mental capacities. “Just keep chewing, handsome.” Sexy. The red paladin moaned through a mouthful of fudge, growing impatient and nearly ripping his jeans off with the force to tug them down over their tight fit of his quads.
Pike was oddly quiet.
Too quiet.
Keith chanced a curious glance up to Pike staring at his red boxer briefs. Or maybe lower?
“I would absolutely travel across the galaxy to sleep with you again.” Altean hands grasped at Keith’s thighs.
Oh? He likes those, does he? Keith chewed through the remaining chocolate goop and clenched his legs. “Have to sleep with me a first time then.”
“Consider me properly motivated,” Pike squeaked out, trembling hands inching *slowly* closer to the tight band of red boxer briefs.
They didn’t make it.
Keith grasped both wrists in one hand, squeezing tight.
“Look, you have the makings of a great dom. But… clearly, you’re not there yet.” He watched Pike’s face fall. That wouldn’t do. The red paladin raised both slender arms overhead with his strong grip, lifting a tan chin with his other hand and slipping his thumb into Pike’s mouth to gag him.
Fuck that skin contrast is hot.
Black eyes bore into startled blues. “I know you’ve never been with a guy before. I can smell your general insecurity from the moment I walked into this room. I’m still here. You, gorgeous, have a lot of potential.” A pretty blush spread over Pike’s cheeks, and he nodded slowly.
Much better.
“You’re going to fuck me into the mattress. Repeatedly. And I’m going to cry out your name. Repeatedly. Until your ego swells enough for you to feel completely at ease taking charge and ordering me around.” Keith let his thumb pop out of Pike’s mouth.
“Holy shit, dude.”
“Holy shit, slave .”
“This is… I mean you are- this is apples and bananas! You’re so good at taking charge.” Pike stared at him incredulously. “What do you need me for? I mean, why… I don’t get why -how- you… you’re so alpha!"
“I like it,” Keith winked. “Trust me. Breaking me in is a phenomenal experience, or so I’ve been told.”
“I’m just a boy from C- Central Altea.” Pike struggled in the hold, proving his point by trying to escape Keith’s solid grasp. His long arms bent as he tried to squiggle away, but his wrists were held in the exact same position.
The red paladin grinned wolfishly. “Correction, a very pretty boy,” a hungry gaze appraised the bare bronze skin, “who is about to have his world rocked.” Keith released his hands, effortlessly toppled Pike over, stood from the bed, tugged up his jeans, and padded over to dim all the lights in the room except the soft glow from the bathroom.
When he turned back, Pike had risen from the bed and stared pensively at him. “You like the competition, don’t you?”
Keith cocked a grin in reply, stepping out of his shoes with an unfairly fluid motion. “Yes,” came the solitary reply.
“You like knowing you can win.”
“Yes.”
“You like submitting to pretty boys who aren’t as strong as you?”
“Yes.”
“And you’ll like doing anything I say?”
“Yes.”
Pike fought past the growing blush he wore, scooting over to the edge of the bed and sitting there. “Face away from me. Bend over. Then take off your pants.”
“Yes, sir.” Keith emphasized the second word, surprised by Pike once more. His domming baby steps were cute. That hint of promise kept luring him in. Might as well give the man an encouraging show.
He turned ever so slowly, bending over and hooking his fingers through the belt loops. Those red boxer briefs came into view once more, wrapping tightly along a lean ass that popped with muscle.
Keith heard the bed shifting behind him and a whispered squeak, “Illegal.”
Pike cleared his throat, continuing with reverie. “Holy crow. The power is a trip.”
Fuel to the fire. Keith stayed with his head down, trailing his splayed hands around the sides of his ass. “Heh. Like that?”
Bedsheets ruffled, footsteps padded lightly on the carpet, a drawer opened, and then Pike was behind Keith.
“Hold your left hand out.”
Specifics. Oh fuck.
Outwardly, Keith only acknowledged the command. “Yes, sir.” He didn’t dare move, instead lifting his left hand out. Palm down of course. Only for the sole purpose of teaching Pike to be even more detailed.
“Palm up.”
Keith internally swooned. Pike could have easily moved his hand. Instead, even the simplest task had become an order. The red paladin had never been so thankful to trust his instincts. This boy was a natural, even if he didn’t know it yet.
“Apologies, sir.” He quickly corrected the intentional mistake, twisting his forearm and offering his palm up, outstretched behind him.
Lube. Pike had squirted lube onto his palm.
“You’re gonna finger yourself. Until you can fit three in. Keep your red shorts on.”
It was a travesty he couldn’t see the Altean because then Pike could see him. And Keith? Keith felt his chest expand and contract with arousal. Nerves tingled along his arms. Arms which set themselves into motion. He steadied himself with his right hand, body twisting so he could reach his hole. Thank the universe he always prepped beforehand.
With a show of defiance, Keith made quick work circling the outside. Once, twice. Dipping in. He breathed in heavily through his nose. In. Out. Two fingers. In. Out.
“Ah…. ah…” The red paladin caught onto the sound of his own voice.
He also registered the sound of Pike’s erratic breathing. “Stop where you are.”
“Oh shit.” Keith did halt. Two fingers in, and felt himself contract around his own digits. Hot, hot, hot.
“Good boy.”
“Fuuuuucck.”
“Your safeword is blue. Continue.”
Keith could admit when he was wrong.
Keith could admit when someone else had better ideas.
Pike had better ideas.
“Yessss.” He shoved in his two fingers as deep as he could get, nearly growling that he couldn’t quite reach his prostate.
“Yes what?”
“Yes sir!” Out and then three in. Fuck it all. Keith welcomed the pain. The punishment for forgetting to address his master correctly. He left them there, stretching himself and knowing he’d be sore the next day. Even better. “All done, sir.”
Pike gulped audibly. “Drop everything from the waist down. Abandon it where you stand.”
The red paladin had done as instructed and then taken one step forward when he felt long fingers grip the back of his neck. “Nope,” the Altean popped the p. “Come here.” Then Pike was dragging him backward, using little force and seeming to understand Keith would willingly move. After all, his bare front left nothing to the imagination. There was no doubt Keith was into this. All seven inches were very into this. He noted Lance hadn't commented on his cock, though he felt eyes boring onto every exposed surface area.
They stopped near the edge of the bed and then Pike angled his head to kiss him properly from behind, increasing the strength of his hold on Keith’s neck.
Soft lips. Pliable lips. Tongue barely slipping in, swiping over the top of his and drawing back away in slow rolls.
He can kiss. Quiznak, he can kiss!
All that muscle and Keith found his knees feeling weak. Good think Pike turned them both around and shoved the red paladin onto the mattress with a bounce.
“Elbows and knees on the bed. Stick your ass up in the air.”
Keith had begun to do as told, positioning himself only to be met with the sight of tan arms placing all the previously abandoned chocolate desserts in front of him. He could cry. Instead, his cock cried for him, leaking onto the bed.
“Yes si-”
“No.”
“...”
“The only words you are allowed to use from now until I say otherwise are either blue or my name.” The Altean had a natural falsetto pitch, but his tone remained constant. Deeper. Focused. “Come on. Let’s hear you say it.”
“Pike,” Keith breathlessly submitted, chest falling onto the mattress.
“You look good like this. That leather jacket is gonna remind me of the cocky hot guy that walked in here.” *SLAP!*
He wailed as his ass stung, “Pike!” His hips rocked back and forth in short-range, a needy little show. The pleasure after the pain was always the best part.
“Eat, bitch. Eat and I’ll fuck you. Stop eating? I’ll stop fucking.”
Keith rewarded him with a growl he couldn’t suppress.