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Lance has encountered many sights and situations since being appointed as a witch of the royal court. Allura as his teacher had made sure he was prepared for all sorts of spells and enchantments the royal family could ask for. But this was ridiculous.
"You want me to have sex with you?" Lance says, dropping all formalities as the Royal Prince stands before him, cheeks scarlet red, and mouth tugging up in a growl.
He was used to Galras being temperamental. He lived with it every day of his life, ever since his upbringing. Being a Half-Altean meant servicing the other races, especially one involved in the medical field. Lance perfectly knew when a Glara was going through his second puberty. Which only meant, more possessiveness, clinginess, and a need to have sexual intercourse all day, all the time.
Lance's reputation in the castle is very well known, he won't lie about that. So what if he helped a couple of young soldiers during their rut? Sometimes even offered blowjobs to foreign ministers in exchange of valuable information for potions and new spells.
And while Lance was an excellent mage, the best of his kind, he also knew he was a really good fuck. The long list of women and men who enjoyed being ravished by him and used him for their endless pleasure was very well known all around.
That didn't mean the Royal Prince could ask for him and request getting laid.
"Y-Your Royal Highness," Lance stammers out once he regains a bit of his composure. Goddess he was already blushing as he tried to look at the prince sitting in the throne before him, "You surely must be joking right?"
"I assure you I am not. I wouldn't ask this of you if it weren't urgent," Prince Keith says, voice clipped and knuckles white as he grips the edges of his throne.
Lance gulps looking at the paintings hanging above, almost as if Queen Krolia and the late king were looking down at him, judging him, for what their son was proposing.
"I am flattered that you would think of me for that matter Your Highness," Lance says, tugging at his blue robe, almost wanting to bury himself into the fabric and disappear, "But surely there's flocks of men and women who are more fitting for this role."
"I-I've heard things..." Keith mutters, almost a mere whisper, his cheeks blazing red at the words that are about to leave his mouth, "My men talk about you...I've seen the way they look at you when you enter a room."
Lance blushes in embarrassment, but a cheeky smile spreads over his lips. Who would've thought that Prince Keith was aware of his existence?
Sure, when he first got to the castle Lance was enamored with the Royal Prince. Seeing Prince's Keith tall frame, square jaw, and long black hair, well he was everything Lance was looking for in a man. But it was never bound to happen. Prince Keith was obviously out of his league, Lance was not fighting with their social class, so he squashed down his crush for the noble and instead focused his time on fooling around with the people of his court.
"I do have a few admirers here and there, I know." Lance says, a giggle escaping in the empty room, "But that doesn't mean you should join the list, Your Highness."
Keith's jaw tightens, almost as if he didn't like the prospect of Lance's popularity among his people. On any other person, Lance would call it jealousy, but Prince Keith surely doesn't feel that way towards him. Lance doesn't want to feed on his delusions too much.
"If you were to accept my proposal, you'd only be with me, no one else." Keith says, words hard to get by. Lance cocks his eyebrow, glittering blue robe following his movements as he crosses his arms.
That’s a new one. Everyone knew about his reputation, sometimes they even invited him for a threesome or a whole orgy. They knew he wasn’t exclusive to anyone on the court, and had to live with the fact after Lance almost cursed an Altean for trying to claim him as his. But well, this was the Royal Prince. Lance squints but lets it slide, to ask a more pressing question.
"Why the urgency, Your Highness?" Lance asks, voice taking on a bit too casual tone for the Royal Prince of Marmora. Prince Keith, adverts his eyes and his suspicion only grows, "Is your second puberty starting?"
"It's ending," Keith mutters, and then adds with a growl, "And it's getting harder to control myself with my subjects at such times. Romelle thought it might be best to... indulge in my impulses."
So, he's horny?
And Lance can't blame him really. With the war raging on at the borders against Zarkon's forces, the Royal Prince must have a lot of pent up stress. Lance himself has been stressed out of his mind, making potions and counterspells for the war, he couldn’t even think how the Royal Prince must feel.
The thought of them fucking, of Prince Keith manhandling him to release all of his raging emotions, makes him shiver. The Royal Prince could use him as a stress reliever, could easily take Lance and thrust his cock inside his pussy and over and over, and Lance would be grateful for it. Lance smiles into his robes, the thought is too exciting to pass up. He covers his mouth, the glitter adorning the hems flashing with the light, and he notices the prince's eyes following his every move.
"And those impulses include me?" Lance asks, mirth dancing at the edge of the question. Keith's cheeks darken significantly, eyes averting and that is all the evidence Lance needs.
His Royal Prince is smitten with him. Or at the least he finds him attractive enough to ask for this. Lance giggles again and hey maybe this might not be so bad after all. Keith uses him how he pleases and Lance fucks the Royal Prince of Marmora.
"I can't ask someone from my personal court for help. And my soldiers are Galran like myself, it could end terribly for both parties," Keith sighs and adds, "You being Half-Altean might help me end my rut earlier."
Lance hums, nodding along, and while it's true that Alteans do tend to be the preferred species as mates for ruts, Lance after all is Half-Altean. He has the basic capabilities to accommodate his partners needs, but he doesn't have the pheromones needed to end or subdue a Galran's rut. And Prince Keith surely knows that.
"Thank you for considering me in this proposition Your Highness, but I must decline," Lance says, at the lack of his better judgment, "While I'd be happy to help, my Half-Altean heritage prevents me from stopping your rut.
"My body can accommodate your...manhood if you will," Lance adds with a cheeky grin, "But that enough won't satisfy a Galra's urge to mate. My scent doesn't produce the pheromones needed to do that."
Prince Keith opens his mouth but Lance continues on, "If His Royal Highness would still like to try ending his rut with me..." Blue turns to violet, clear enjoyment flashing in his eyes, "I need something in return."
"Name your price."
Lance laughs at that, he dresses in pretty clothes and glittering jewels but he's not as vain as the prince believes him to be, "You want to buy me with money and jewels, Your Highness?"
"Potions, spells, extravagant robes and enchanted weapons, whatever you need," Keith grumbles out, passing a hand through his dark thick mane. Lance squashes down the urge to move closer and touch it.
"As much as I'd love another pouch of aquamarines and opals, I'm not interested in that at the moment." Lance shakes his head, taking a few steps closer towards the throne. Keith doesn't command him back so Lance continues. Prince Keith watches him, jaw still tight and shoulders hunched over. So many pent up emotions inside, Lance can't wait for him to let it all go.
"The week after our arrangement," Lance says, "Can I visit my homeland?"
Keith's eyes widen slightly, hesitating and then says, "Just that?"
"I haven't seen my family since I became Allura's disciple." Lance smiles, hunching his shoulders as if to say 'It is what it is.' Keith stays silent and he adds, "I won't ask for carriages, horses or guards, I just need the time."
“Is that all?”
Prince Keith seems taken aback, and Lance can't bring himself to speak. He's been waiting for the opportunity to leave and visit his family for years, he's not going to waste his chance now. So instead he just nods.
"I'll assign a carriage to you and a party of four guards," Keith says and Lance sputters at the proposal, "The crown will give you a chest filled with gold and another with silver. Romelle will also sew you three new robes."
"Eh?!" Lance is lost for words, cheeks now reddening, "Your Highness, that's too much! I just need your permission!"
"And you have it." Keith stands from his throne, red cape following him down the steps of his mighty seat. "A full month, if you need more we'll send a phoenix for you to retrieve your message."
"A couple of days is fine!" Lance exclaims, "Your Highness-"
"I'm asking for your help and your only price is to see the family you haven't seen in years, it's the least I can do for one of my favorite subjects." Lance's brain short circuits at that. Prince Keith smiles, and his heart melts, "Consider it done Lance."
"You remember my..." Lance blushes, jaw snapping shut and of course he knows it, he's the Royal Prince. Still, Lance didn't dare to believe he remembered it all those years ago when he was introduced in court.
Lance scoffs and moves closer now, chests a few inches apart. This close Lance can see the eyebags under the prince's eyes, the sharp canines poking at his lips and the ragged scar adorning his right cheek. Not only that, but Keith is tall, he easily stands a good three inches taller than him. Lance needs to look up to prevent getting lost into those hard pecs standing before him.
"Answer me a question, Your Highness..." Lance starts, looking deep into those violet eyes. Keith's scent gives nothing away, no spike of emotion or arousal, "Why me?"
"I told you-"
"Yeah, the truth please," Lance scoffs, smile peeking at his lips, "You could have any person on this court, any noble, man or woman would gladly go with you. Any Altean would gladly accept. So I ask again, why me?"
Keith gulps, the same hint of nervousness lingering in his eyes. Lance continues to stare, leaning a bit closer now, their bodies close to touching. To any outsider it would look as if they were kissing.
How scandalous.
"Your Highness?" Lance asks, the perfect image of sweet and innocence.
Keith growls, he fucking growls like a true Galra and Lance's pussy throbs under his robe. He takes an unconscious step back as Keith crowds his space, chest heaving as he takes a big inhale of breath. Lance blushes but continues to smile despite himself. Prince Keith has found him so arousing because of his scent? That's a new one, Rizavi will be pleased to know her infusions work like a charm.
"Your scent," Starts Keith, fangs more prominent now and Lance has a distinct idea that the sole reason he was standing so far away was to prevent himself from losing control, "Is intoxicating, i-it's too-"
"Arousing?" Lance adds cheekily and now finally takes that step back. They’re too close still and he carefully places both of his hands over the prince's shoulders.
Keith stiffens under the touch, watching, but not pushing him away. Lance grins and starts trailing his hands over his neck, jaw all the way to cup his cheeks. He feels the stubble under his fingers, the light trail of hair over the prince’s sturdy jawline. Lance kinda wants to lean up and kiss it.
"Your Royal Highness if you wanted to have your way with me you could've just asked me directly. No need to find excuses."
"They're not-"
"Are we meeting tonight?" Lance cuts him off with a giggle. His thumbs rub small arcs over his jaw. The prince keeps still under his touch, and he watches in fascination as he swallows with every touch he gives him, "I need to prep if we do."
"I'll send Romelle to come get you," Keith chokes out, eyes glazed over as he continues to look down at Lance. He nods, still touching that patch of skin as Prince Keith leans into his palm. How cute, the Royal Prince is falling apart with just a small caress. It makes Lance’s belly tingle in anticipation.
"I'll see you then." Lance smiles and stands on his tip toes. He inches his lips close, so close and plants a kiss on his cheek, just mere inches away from his lips. A shiver runs down his spine at the bold move, but Lance can’t help the bubbling laugh when he steps back to look at the prince.
He’s stiff as a board, the tips of his ears a bright red, and that's Lance's cue to step away with a laugh.
"See you later, Your Highness!"
Lance waves with a cheeky grin as he makes his way out of the throne room. He exits with the image of Prince Keith still looking at the spot where he once stood, fingers lingering on the place Lance had kissed him.
He makes his way to his bedroom with a breathy laugh and rosy cheeks.
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Lance had grown accustomed to the fine things in life. His family had always struggled with money but when Lance's magical powers came to fruition, they were out of debts and shoved into the spotlight. Allura always made sure he had the best robes and slippers for their classes, buying all of the best materials for him during his time at the institute. His spell books were new and shiny, leather so fine and tender that Lance wondered the cost of each and every one of them.
And ever since he came to the Marmora Castle, he was constantly reminded of the power money had over their entire lives. Lance worked for the royal court, so his earnings weren’t as small. It was enough to afford him a small cottage and his set of magical robes. Enough to even send back to his family.
But, even in all of that, he always thought there was a limit. A limit to how much money can one person have, and how much money it was enough to spend. But Prince Keith's chambers were anything but plain.
The bed was big enough to fit 8 people into the mattress, silk sheets so fine they glittered with the afternoon sun reflecting on the archways in the balcony. Curtains draped from the poster bed, embroidery gold and red on their ends. Even the carpets looked expensive. Furniture made out of the finest dark wood and polished to shine more than ever. It was the perfect picture of a prince's room.
Lance felt inadequate among all of those things.
Sure he was wearing his finest silk robe, baby blue fabric accentuating his brown skin. His lips were shiny with the new ointment Hunk had gifted him and his legs were soft to the touch. A whole afternoon of preparing himself for Prince Keith had left him buzzing with excitement. Lance hugs his robe closer to him, lingerie underneath hugging him tight in all the right places. He just hoped Keith liked the present.
There's a click at the door and Lance straightens up in the bed. He slides his legs over the fabric, midriff showing just the barest hint of the lace under the robes. He smiles just as Prince Keith walks inside.
There's a pause.
Keith stands in the middle of the room as the door slips closed and then an audible click, Romelle was locking them inside until the prince had his fill. Lance giggles and leans back, robe slipping up, up until there's a peek of his undergarments.
Keith is transfixed, eyes locked on his every move as he starts moving with shaky steps. He's still wearing the same suit as when they saw each other, the only difference is that he looks exhausted now. His eyes were tired, eyebags prevalent as the day went on, and his shoulders sagged with every step he took in his direction.
Lance plans to change that.
"You look tired, Your Highness," Lance says with a coy smile. His left hand slowly trails over his bare thigh, Keith's eyes following the movement, "Wanna relax with me?"
"What are you wearing?"
"You like it?" Lance can hear the curiosity a mile away and Keith's wandering gaze is response enough. The Prince reaches the edge of the bed and carefully slips onto the mattress, "Romelle says it matches my eyes."
"It does," Keith says, nodding as his hand carefully settles over Lance's knee. He rolls his eyes and moves closer, the prince's hand retreating but Lance catches him first.
"Everything in this room is your own to ruin," Lance whispers, as he settles Keith's rough palm right over his thigh, "Including me, of course."
"L-Lance-"
"Shhh, just go with what feels right," Lance says, sliding Keith's hand further inside his robe. His fingers grace the lingerie and violet eyes turn to him.
Keith gulps with a nod, his free hand slowly settling over Lance's waist. Both palms are trembling as they dare to touch more of his skin. Lance spurs him on, moves closer until he's straddling the prince.
"I don't know what to do."
Lance giggles and with quick fingers, starts stripping his Royal Highness down. He removes the cape, the shoulder caps, and slowly discards the heavy coat until a cotton shirt is the only thing left.
"I never would've thought our dear prince was a virgin..." Lance can see the scars and the muscle under the sheen fabric. His hands move over Keith's shoulders, "So much frustration, all waiting to be let out."
Keith groans under his touches, Lance giving his shoulders a light massage. He leans in and starts peppering kisses down that pale neck, lips brushing against the shivering skin, until he sucks right under his ear.
"Oh God," Keith pants under him, bringing him closer still, hands able to completely circle his waist. Lance smiles, sucks more at the neck, just enough to hear Keith groan once again. He pulls back, admiring the purple mark that is blossoming down his neck.
"Just Lance is fine."
He giggles at the annoyed look Keith sends him. Lance then lowers down until he feels a hardness right under his pussy. He clenches at the feeling and then with a breathy moan starts undulating his hips, moving back and forth. Keith hugs him tighter, a choked moan echoing across the room as Lance continues to move. He can feel his pussy throb, slick gathering over his briefs and soon enough it might start dripping down his legs.
"Come on Your Highness," Lance whispers in his ear, leaving goosebumps over Keith's skin, "Open up your present."
Keith's hands are trembling when he slowly starts peeling off Lance's robe. Lance shivers with every touch, fingers calloused as they start roaming over his dainty shoulders. The baby blue satin drapes down his shoulders and over his back, finally exposing the white lace lingerie underneath.
A white corset tightly hugs his body, a thin veil of lace covering his perky nipples and pussy. Small delicate flowers adorn the ribbons that tie around his back. It all wraps up with the lace hugging at his thighs, small, sparkling flowers decorating the edges of the fabric.
Lance smiles as he notices the gleam in his prince’s eyes, cheeks flushing a bright red. Keith looks away, ears also turning a lovely shade of red. Lance coos in adoration, "Nooo, my prince, look at me. This is all for you."
"I-I can't," Keith stammers out, right hand hiding his beautiful bashful face, "It's indecent...I shouldn't look at you like this, that privilege it's only for your spouse."
His eyes roll and Lance has to take Keith's jaw in his hand and force it to turn. It's a lovely sight, his violet eyes wide and frantic, face splotched in rosy embarrassment. To think that his Royal Highness was such a prude, one too devoid of any risky endeavors. Lance wants to tease him, wants to make him lose all inhibitions of himself. Lance is also tempted to lean down and kiss him.
"Your Highness," Lance says, devoid of any mockery or mischief. He takes Keith's free hand and places it over his thigh, "I'm here to help you end your rut, am I not?”
Keith stays silent, a mere nod as Lance smiles. Slowly he starts moving Keith’s hands over his legs, making them go higher and higher, eyes never leaving his. He wants to convey how much he wants this, how much he needs for Keith to enjoy this. Being a prude never did anyone any favors. “Look as much as you want. This is only for your eyes to see.
"No one has ever seen me wearing this y'know?" Lance adds and Keith buckles up into him. Slowly he slides Keith's trembling hand between his legs, letting him feel the slick dripping down the fabric. Lance feels his pussy throb at the proximity, walls clenching when Keith’s fingers inch closer and closer.
"You feel that?" Lance whispers, eyes lidded and a slow moan slips out when the prince's fingers press softly against his folds. He presses them harder, more firmly against his entrance and Lance almost buckles, "I want this too." He moves his hips against Keith's hand, another breathy moan slipping out.
Keith keeps watching, drinking in the sight and a growl slips out. Lance finds himself tossed onto the bed, mattress dipping as the prince looms above him, caging him in. Lance smirks and then swings his arms around his neck and pulls. He goes willingly, Keith brackets Lance's face with his arms, faces inches apart. The mighty red blush is still present on his cheeks and Lance wants to watch it bloom even more.
"Come on, let the real fun begin, Your Highness. I know I've been dying for this all day and I'm no rut myself," Lance giggles, "I can't imagine how hard it must’ve been for you."
With his legs he pulls Keith's hips against his ass, feeling the hardness instantly. Lance moans in delight, trying to goad the prince on. Keith groans next to his skin, body trembling and Lance can feel the tension slowly slipping away, but there’s still an edge of hesitation, one that’s holding him back from pouncing at Lance.
"I-I don't want to hurt you," Keith says, a hiss slipping out when his hips snap in instinct at the touch, "I might lose control of myself."
"That's the plan Your Highness," Lance snickers, hands going from his shoulder down to the hem of Keith's pants, "I don't want you to think of anything else but your rut. Ravish me all you want, I can take it."
Lance carefully spreads his legs, and now Keith's eyes zone in on the small lace opening on his lingerie. His pussy is throbbing, folds red and puffy. Slick covers around his entrance, a small puddle already staining the bed but Lance keeps his cunt spread open. Lance is relying on his Altean genes to accommodate every sort of cock inside, knowing fully well that Galras take on a more girthier side when it comes to dicks.
Keith groans, something between a moan and a hiss at the sight of his pussy. Lance feels a thrill run up his legs. He sends Keith a sly smirk, almost as if taunting him to come closer. Carefully he leans back down onto the covers, bed sheets greeting him and before Lance can stop him, Keith's mouth is on him.
The touch is electric, making him buckle his hips on the bed in surprise. Lance tries swallowing down the yelp of surprise, but then Keith starts lapping at his juices, tongue flickering just at his entrance. He goes right for his clitoris, tongue sucking on the hard bud and slurping up all of his slick.
" Ah! " He cries out, "Unh! Your Highness!"
Keith is ravenous, clearly not knowing what to do, but so fucking eager to make him pass out. His tongue laps at Lance's folds, slurping the slick like he was savoring a meal, and Lance screams when he feels his tongue flickering right over his sensitive bud.
"Fuck!" He says, grabbing fistfuls of Keith's hair to keep him pinned against his pussy. His Royal Highness goes willingly, arms locking over his quivering thighs. Lance tries not to close up his legs, doesn’t want the prince to suffocate, but it’s getting harder and harder to do so with every flicker and suck to his folds.
"Oh! Like that!" Lance cries, body twisting as he tries his best to not yank at the prince's hair, "Just like that!"
And despite the prince's lack of experience, Lance feels the familiar pleasure starting to course through his body. It’s mind numbing the way Keith is making him open up. He’s all tongue and no consistency, prodding at his entrance, and then licking up on his sensitive bud. He repeats the motions over and over, going faster and slower and seems to hang on every single pitch in Lance’s voice.
He tries not to cry out, tries to bite down his moans, but it’s getting incredibly difficult to do so. Keith sucks at his clitoris, the mere touch of his lips, making Lance’s moan tumble out unwillingly. His fingers have a firm grip on the prince’s hair, yanking and pulling him directly against his pussy.
They haven’t even started the main course and Lance feels like he’s about to lose his mind. His legs stay on each side of Keith’s face, trembling now as he’s unable to close them up. Lance moans, Keith lapping up his slick. It runs out of his cunt with every flicker of his tongue, and Keith just fucks it back inside.
If he keeps it up, Lance is gonna cum in no time.
"Your Highn- Uhh! " The call is lost to another moan as Keith continues. After a particular long flicker, Lance almost buckles. His chest tightens and it’s close to being an orgasm. His eyes are half-lidded, moan after moan tumbling down until Keith starts prodding even deeper, fucking his tongue back inside with a quick motion.
It is then that Keith starts giving the same rough treatment to his clitoris. Lance feels him suck at the bud, furiously lapping at the juices as they run down his quivering thighs. The touch is too much, too soon, it’s making him feel hot inside, everything going tight and toes close to curling.
Lance sees stars.
"Too much," He cries out, eyes hazy as he tries to sit up. Keith's arms pin his legs back down, keeping a firm grip on them as he locks his arms around his thighs. Lance sees the muscles straining against his white shirt, sees the way he’s furiously licking at his entrance.
Keith looks like a man starving. Hair pushed back and mouth working him open, Lance believes Keith isn’t letting him go until he’s thoroughly satisfied. Lance trembles all over, unable to hold back as his legs stay pinned to the bed. He moans and moans and-
"I'm gonna-!"
Keith ignores his cries, keeping him pinned under his arms. Lance trashes against the bed, body twisting and shivering, trying to fight off his impending orgasm. He's the one with experience not the other way around.
Lance tries calming down, taking in a deep breath, but Keith is going faster now. His hands grip the bed sheets, close to ripping the fabric apart as Keith doesn’t let him catch a break. Oxygen is hard to come by as Lance continues to scream and moan, his chest growing tight if he forgets the objective at hand.
He concentrates on fighting off his peak, tries to quiet down his moans and pull away from Keith's relentless mouth. His hands try to push the prince’s head away, but they only get latched on under his legs.
Keith doesn’t let him move. He keeps his legs spread, nice and wide, strong arms looped over his thighs, but with a quick fix, Keith has both of his wrists pinned to the bed. Lance tries fighting the hold but Keith’s is sealing his lips over the clit, savoring his juices and stimulating the bud without a break. Lance’s moans get higher, louder than before, and for a moment he sees Keith’s eyes flickering up at him.
His stomach swoops in at the look. The Royal Prince looks ravenous, gaze filled with lust and desire. There’s something else in that gaze, something more primal and passionate, that is taking over as Keith continues to flicker his tongue, making Lance lose his mind.
"Unh," Lance's words get lost in his mouth as the familiar rush settles in. His legs shake over Keith's ears, closing up around his head, and hands fisting over the satin bed sheets as his eyes start to roll back.
He tries holding it off, tries to pull back, but Lance is unable to as Keith continues to pleasure him over and over again. His stomach sucks in, breath knocks out of his body and Lance tries not to cry.
"Cummin'!" Keith goes at it even faster and Lance is gone.
He cums with a cry, body twisting over the bed, legs tingling and shaking as Keith's tongue keeps stimulating him. It’s electric, everything spins in his head as his peak rushes into his body. Lance can barely remember his own name. Hiccups rise over his throat, make him almost choke on his saliva as Keith prolongs his peak even longer.
Lance pushes Keith's face away with a weak cry, fingers trembling as he does so. His entire body is wrecked with trembles, barely functioning at all. His Royal Highness complies with a satisfied humm as he lets go. Eyes half-lidded Lance sees his cum tainting Keith's lips.
He curls in on himself, body still tingling with pleasure. Lance's legs are shaking as he closes them together, slick starting to pour out of his wet hole. He whines against the sheets, mind numb, and pussy throbbing.
"Lance?"
Keith is looming above him, concern flashing in his eyes. Lance whines when he sees him, mind still trying to catch up. He sees the glistening shine over his mouth, running down his jaw. Lance pushes himself forward with a weak moan, and kisses Keith silly.
Lance tastes himself on the kiss, tongue meeting tongue as he swallows down Keith's groan. He pushes the prince back into the mattress, Lance sitting himself over his lap as they continue to kiss. Saliva and slick come together as their lips never part from one another. Keith's hands start roaming over his body, slow trails over his thighs and back. Lance is dizzy from the passion nestled there, of the desire burning just beneath his fingertips, he needs so much more.
"Your Highness," Lance says when he pulls back with a pop, saliva trailing on his lips. Keith looks so fucking whipped under him, "I'm the one that has to pleasure you, not the other way around."
"Sorry, I don't know what came over me. You looked-" Keith's eyes trail away, cheeks reddening, "I couldn't help myself."
Lance blushes at the statement. Hearing Keith say that he finds Lance desirable enough to lose his composure, makes him feel butterflies, an exhilarating thrill running up his back at what else Keith is capable of doing.
"Only because you're cute," Lance concedes with a pout. He leans back down to kiss him again, hands roaming down his sturdy chest. Keith leans back, tugs his shirt off in one swift movement, only to capture Lance's mouth once again.
This is way better. His fingers explore the expanse of Keith's back, feel the muscles, and sweat over his skin. The proximity is making him dizzy, as Lance settles further into the prince's lap, feeling that hardness once again.
"Let me return the favor," Lance says as he parts from the kiss. He kneels next to the prince on the bed, hands unbuttoning those bothersome pants and slowly tugs the fabric away. He sees the tent over the prince's briefs, a dark wet spot tainting the cloth. Lance smiles and then with slow fingers, drags Keith's cock out of its confines.
At least he has the decency not to moan at the sight.
Keith takes on his Galra genes. Lance has seen multiple cocks in his lifetime but nothing has compared to this. The base starts the same color as his pale skin but as it goes up to the tip it turns to a deep purple. Soft spikes run over the base of the shaft surely to lock his partner in place during the mating process.
Lance licks his lips as an afterthought, the image of having that thick length inside him is making him salivate. The anticipation of it all is getting the best of him. He closes his legs, pussy throbbing as he inches his mouth closer to Keith's leaking dick.
"Sit back and enjoy Your Highness," Lance says with a wink as the prince only groans above him.
"Lance you don't-" His words are lost to a moan as Lance finally gets his mouth on Keith's cock.
His lips stretch around the girth, Lance has to take a deep breath to get it all inside. He struggles with it for a moment, the taste of Keith's cock almost makes him moan all around it. With another breath the prince's dick slides all the way to the back of his throat. Lance can't help it now, he moans around the length, tongue lapping around it.
Keith's hips instantly snap up at the motion. He almost chokes on his length, hands placing themselves over the prince's quivering thighs. He bobs his mouth up and down, tasting the shaft and then slowly sucking at the slit on top.
The prince moans at that, hips snapping up again. His hands instantly clutch at Lance's curls, yanking at his hair with a tug. Lance moans at the rough treatment, it's what he's been looking for the whole day. He relishes every tug and jerk from Keith's hips. Each time he cries out, the sound vibrates over his mouth and sends Keith into a frenzy.
Lance's eyes look up, searching for Keith's pleasured face. Butterflies explode in his chest once he sees His Royal's Highness eyes' are already trained on him. His face is flushed red, hair sticking to his forehead as more moans tumble out of his mouth when their eyes connect.
He's beautiful.
With precise fingers, Lance starts to play with the base of the length. He slides off Keith's dick with ease, saliva gathering at his lips as his hands now continue to do the job. He tugs up and down at the shaft, hands covered in precum. Keith hisses above him, eyes shut as Lance continues with his ministrations.
"So big," Lance pants over Keith's punched out moans. "C-Can't wait to have it all inside me."
"Lance! Ngh! "
He smiles despite Keith's groans. To see his prince in this state, reduced to a sweaty mess of cum and desperation is too good for his heart. Lance wants to tease him even more, wants to make him lose his goddamn mind.
"Am I making you feel good? Does that feel good, Your Highness?" Lance asks, hands going slower now. His thumb rubs at the slit, cum now overflowing down the shaft. Keith moans, head thrown back.
"Bet this will feel better," Lance says, mouth now going to the base of Keith's cock. His tongue slowly laps around the soft spikes, rubbing the skin there. He gives kitten licks to the barbs, loving the way they tense up with every small touch.
" Ungh! "
Keith trashes above him, thighs quivering as he keeps with the motion, tongue flicking from one spike to the other, hands still working on the hard cock. Lance's heart flutters with every moan and huff coming from Keith.
His pussy is throbbing, slick staining his thighs with every moan coming from the prince's mouth. He slobbers at the image of his pussy hugging Keith's dick tightly against its folds. Lance wants nothing more but to feel that sensation over and over again.
"Want you inside," He mutters, voice stuck between a whine and a moan. His pussy is fluttering at the lack of attention, a fire raging inside of him at the loss. He's ready to go again, "Please, I need you."
Lance moves his tongue up the shaft, licking at the cum and then taking Keith's cock back into his wet mouth. He toys with the head, tongue lapping at the slit as his hands work with the ridges now.
" Hng , Lance!" The prince moans, hands tugging at his curls once more. There's a new desperation on his voice, one Lance has never heard before. The urge to hear it again, to hear that pitch in Keith's voice, edges him to go faster. Lance takes him all in one swift thrust and Keith simply loses it.
The urge to see him come undone is too great, too tempting for Lance. His eyes slide up, heart racing as he sees the moment Keith's orgasm rushes in.
Semen shoots down his throat and Lance almost chokes as Keith's hands shove his face up to the base of his shaft. His lips stretch over the hardened cock, feeling the ridges and the cum rushing inside his mouth. He swallows it all, cum still shooting out of the prince's manhood, hips thrusting up into the air. Lance moans, a hand slipping between his wet folds and rubbing desperately at his clit.
It makes his entire body twitch as Keith tugs on his curls once more, a whine vibrating through his mouth and makes Keith hiss once again. They come down in a mess of sweat and heavy panting. Lance swallows down the last bit of cum, the sweet aftertaste making him preen. He pulls off slowly, gaze finding Keith's, as he drags his lips across the shaft, tongue swirling once more. Keith moans, hands fumbling over the sheets as Lance finally pulls away. Semen dances at the edges of his lips, and Lance swipes his tongue to swallow it down as well.
"Was it good?" He asks with a cheeky grin.
Instead of answering His Royal Highness, simply grabs his upper arm and tosses him back down onto the mattress. Lance bounces with a laugh as he's soon enough being smothered against the bed, Prince Keith looming above him, kissing him silly.
He moans into the kiss, Keith's mouth devouring every breath and gasp out of him. Lance winds up his arms around Keith, pulling him closer as he feels that hard cock pressing right over his entrance. Lance bites down his smile, Altean marks glowing a soft blue as he adjusts for what's about to come. Keith is big, maybe one of the biggest he's ever taken, but Lance knows he can fit. One round should suffice for his rut.
"C'monnn" Lance goads him on, hands now trailing over the prince's butt. He gives his ass cheeks one firm squeeze as Keith groans into the crook of his neck, "Put it inside. It'll feel so good my prince."
"I-I can't," Keith pants, shoulders shaking, "I don't want to hurt you."
And while the sentiment is touching, Lance's pussy is throbbing to get something inside.
"You won't, Your Highness, I'm Half-Altean remember?" Lance says, kissing his red cheeks. His hips start to rut against Keith's, his folds brushing against the leaking tip and Lance can't help but moan, "Please, I need you."
Keith chokes on a gasp when one of Lance's hands finally adjusts their position, positioning his shaft right over his entrance. Ever so slowly, Keith moves, pushes his cock inch by inch, breaching inside his fluttering hole. Even Lance himself has to hold back an obscene moan at the motion, pussy fluttering at the new intrusion. The head is too big, it's bullying its way inside him but it's stretching him too much, too fast. Lance's legs tremble as they lay open on the bed, Keith grunting right beside him.
"Fuck," Lance pants, tries to look down when he feels Keith go even slower now. His dick is not even halfway there, "Y-You're so fucking big, oh my stars."
"Hngh, Lance, fuck I-I can't-" His Royal Highness pants next to him, voice turning into a moan and before Lance could stop him, he gives one powerful shove, one long thrust and bottoms out.
Lance screams.
At least he believes he does because for a moment he feels boneless against the bed. Everything whites out for a brief second, there’s a pressure inside his pussy, making his folds contract as cum starts to leak out of his pussy. Did he cum from that single push?
His mind’s a mess. Lance can’t figure out what's up or down or what he was doing in that precise moment. Moans and shrill mewls escape his lips, sounds so foreign to him are echoing across the Prince’s chambers. His eyes are barely open, tears gathering at his eyelids, as Lance tries to regain his composure.
Prince Keith looks no better. His hair clings to his sweaty forehead, cheeks a deep red and eyes completely shut. He looks debauched, so utterly defenseless and mouth spilling small moans. Lance feels that flutter of butterflies again when he feels Keith shaking above him. The prince pushes deeper, moaning loud and clear above Lance, making him blush even deeper at the desire nestled in that cry.
"So tight, nngh! " Keith pants above him, shoving them both further across the bed. Lance cries, completely at a loss on how to proceed. His cunt throbs around that thick length, folds squeezing once again when Keith’s hips stutter and push deeper. It sends Keith in a frenzy, panting and moaning even louder, “Fuck! You feel so hot, nhh, around me.”
"My p-prince, uh!" Lance tries saying, one of his hands cupping his Royal Highness’ sweaty face. If he doesn't take the reins, Keith’s instincts will take over, and as much as he enjoys getting fucked senseless, this is the Royal Prince's first time after all.
"Your Highness, please, you need-" His words cut off with a moan as Keith’s hips pull back. Lance feels all those soft ridges again, slowly prodding at his walls before the prince thrusts back inside, all the way to the swell of his ass, "Hnh! K-Keith!"
At the cry of his name, the prince groans even louder, putting all of his weight against Lance on the bed, caging him completely onto the mattress. They both continue to pant, chests heavy and Lance feels full. He takes in a shuddering breath, still cupping Keith's face and as tenderly as possible he gives him a chaste kiss.
Keith melts into him with a pleased groan, lips responding in kind. Lance slows down the kiss, savors the taste of Keith’s mouth against his own, hands slowly coming down to his neck, easing them both into the soft kiss. His heartbeat is going crazy, chests heaving for breath, but right now Lance can only concentrate on the press of Keith’s body against him.
As softly as possible, Lance pulls back, tries to take in a deep breath and steady his own heartbeat. This is a very dangerous territory, he has to calm down first before they continue any further. But before he could even finish that thought, His Royal Highness leans back down again, mouth latching onto his jaw.
"Y-Your Highness,” Lance gasps out, not prepared in the slightest at the gentle touch. Slowly, Keith trails his lips lower, from his jaw, over to the lobe of his ear, and down his neck.
"Don't call me that," Keith mutters against his skin, rubbing his cheeks against Lance's neck, leaving trails of kisses down his collarbones, "Use my name."
Lance blushes, "That was a mistake. I-I have no privileges to call you in such a casual manner."
"I want you to," Keith leans back, slowly coming up to look up at him. His gaze pins Lance to the spot, makes that weird jump in his heart to start again. Keith’s expression is one of pure adoration and passion, that it sends Lance’s heartbeat into an overdrive, "Keith, call me Keith again."
"My prince-"
Keith doesn’t hesitate. He moves again, pushing his cock deeper and Lance has half a mind not to shout. He grabs at his shoulders, makes him stop with a groan. Lance’s body shudders as Keith stills once more.
"Y-You did that on purpose."
"Maybe," Keith adds, lips twitching in a semblance of a smile, "Maybe I really want to hear you moan my name again."
"Your Highness," Lance shakes his head. Keith gives him a look, one that he definitely ignores in turn to clench his leaking cunt. Keith chokes on a gasp and Lance adds with a breathy laugh, "Remember what we're here for."
He brings them closer still, pulls Keith back into his arms as the prince goes willingly. Keith's cock shifts, hits right over that bundle of nerves that makes him see stars and keeps adding pressure. Lance moans, biting down his lip as more slick starts to run down his quivering thighs. His lingerie is beyond ruined, but at this point this is the last of his worries. He could always buy a new one with the prince’s payment.
"If you fuck me good enough," Lance whispers into Keith's ears, legs wrapping over his waist. The prince tenses above him, hips desperate to push once again. Lance can’t wait to feel more of it, can’t wait to feel the full force of the prince’s rut, "Maybe you'll hear your name on my lips again."
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Lance is down to his fourth orgasm when he loses all inhibition on how to properly address His Royal Highness.
"S' good! So good! There, there, fuck, Keith! " Lance cries into the mattress, knees digging against the satin, back bowed in a tight arch as Keith continues to pound him from behind. Drool clings to the edge of his lips, face smothered into the pillow as he tries to muffle his screams.
Prince Keith was far from being a good fuck. He was all about thrusting and rubbing his dick inside Lance's pussy, not caring at all for a slow or steady rhythm, but fuck the guy really had the stamina of a true Galra.
Lance had lost count on how many times Keith had cummed inside of him. He had stopped countie after the fifth time, the prince sending him into a blinding finish just as he continued to release himself inside his pussy. Semen continues to run down his legs, squelching out of his hole with every deep thrust coming from his Royal Highness. His lingerie is completely ruined by now, the mix of cum and slick sticks to his brown skin, fabric beyond repair at this point.
Keith ups the pace a bit more, making Lance scream again. His pace was ruthless, going faster everytime Lance was close to cumming, reducing him to a sobbing mess with every release. It was as if Keith was in tune with every pitch changing in Lance's voice, the more desperate and breathier, the more he started to thrust even faster.
His asscheeks were already sore from the constant clapping of skin, making him whine and tremble every time Keith pulled him back against his hips. Lance coil already feels the bruises and red marks coming, he probably won’t be able to sit down for a whole week.
But above all else, but his pussy, god his poor pussy. His cunt has been battered senseless for hours on end, still gripping and tightening up with every release coming from Keith. His folds were beyond sensitive, his small bud making him shudder every time Keith pushed a bit harder, cock barely brushing against that bundle of nerves. Slick gushed out of him as a fountain, damping the covers underneath them both as Keith continued to thrust and send shockwaves down his trembling legs. Lance had to be honest, in his long list of fuckbuddies, His Royal Highness was definitely going to the top three.
"Unh! Unh!” Lance screams against the pillows, fists clenched against the bed sheets. Tears are springing at his eyes, entire body trembling as Keith continues to press him down. The prince drapes over his back, cock going even deeper than before. His eyes almost roll back at the sudden motion, " Mhmf! "
"Lance," His prince moans above him, hips never faltering. His hands are roaming all over Lance’s body, feeling up the wet lingerie, fingers tracing above his perky nipples and all the way down his stomach. Lance shudders, hips buckling against the bed when he feels Keith’s breath tickling his neck, “Ahh, so good.”
There’s kisses being pressed over his back, Lance moans against the sheets, hand going numb from gripping the bed covers too tightly. Keith keeps thrusting, hips slowly undulating, but going a bit deeper than before, if that was even possible. Lance chokes on a scream, tears finally spilling when he feels Keith’s cock push at the deepest part of his cunt.
“Kei- nhh, ” Lance mumbles, voice high and needy as he looks sideways, lungs fighting to catch a breath. His entire body is going overboard, sensations going haywire as Keith keeps pushing and pulling. Another orgasm is creeping up on him and he doesn’t believe he has anymore cum to give, “Hhhn, Keinnh!”
Keith presses another languid kiss to the back of his ear, making him tremble all over. His knees are about to give out, shaking too much and losing strength with every second that passes by. There’s another kiss to the back of his neck, when Keith pulls back and without warning pulls out.
Lance gasps, shocked out of his mind, and the motion alone sends him tumbling down the bed. His body is shuddering all over, thighs trying to close together to keep the cum from spilling out. He’s shaking too much, every breath is hard to come by, and his orgasm is just around the corner. Even while he believes he can’t do another one, leaving him empty like this is just outrageous.
“Kei-” He struggles to find his voice, another mewl slipping through. Lance stretches out his arm, tries to find Keith to pull him back into him, “No, no, please.”
Keith instantly grabs onto his hand, shushing him, and carefully dragging Lance over the bed. Rough calloused hands maneuver him around, helping him turn around, and easing him into a more comfortable position. Lance’s body is still tingling with pleasure, limbs barely cooperating while Keith settles him on the bed.
Lance gulps when he sees His Royal Highness looming above him. He looks just as frenzied as Lance, eyes turn a molten gold and fangs protruding from his lips. Lance tries to calm himself down, tears spilling down his cheeks, and chest heaving for a breath.
Keith hardly lets him. He spreads Lance’s legs open, pussy fluttering at the emptiness and Lance feels more slick running down his folds. A breathy whine slips out when Keith pulls him closer, cock still hard and leaking, as he starts to grind over his entrance.
“Nghh, Your Highness,” Lance breathes out, “Please.”
Keith doesn’t leave him empty for long. He pushes Lance’s legs onto his chest, folding him in half as Keith settles them both over his shoulders. Lance doesn’t feel the stretch, his flexibility always coming in handy, as toes start to curl when he feels that thick length breaching inside once again.
He cries out, eyes lidded and tongue lolling out when he feels that slow drag over his battered pussy. He hears the squelch, the overflowing amount of slick and cum mixing together as Keith continues to push inside, making Lance see stars.
It’s intense, just as intense as before, but this time, Lance has nowhere to hide. He can’t bury his face in the pillow and conceal his expressions, his little sounds are harder to bite back as well. Lance can only lie there and look up at Keith’s ravenous expression, trying not to cum at the passion flashing in his eyes.
“Kei-ngggh,” The prince’s name is the only thing coming out of his mouth. Lance trembles when Keith bottoms out once again, legs dangling over his shoulders as the prince slowly pulls back, drags his cock all the way up to the tip before slamming back down again.
Lance starts sobbing, shudders wrecking his body with every push and pull. He can only concentrate on that feeling, on that steady drag of Keith’s cock over his hole, pulsating around his walls and tightening up whenever Lance mewls. His clit is throbbing, eager to be touched and fondled until he reaches completion once again. Lance could easily do it, reach out and roll the small bundle between his fingers. He’d cum in an instant, with Keith taking his time on watching him fall apart.
But he feels those ridges, the same ones that had locked him in place and made him see heaven for just a brief second. Each time Keith came inside him, the ridges would tighten up, prod at his walls and stretch him even fuller than before. Lance’s pussy would always tighten up at the sensation, milking the prince for every single drop of semen he was offering. That sensation was too good to pass up.
“Hnn, Keith! Ohh fuck!” Lance cries even louder, tears running down his cheeks as he grips at the satin sheets beside him. He could tear them in two, feeling his body locking up as the pace continued to drag, on and on, making him whine and buckle against the mattress. The constant clapping of skin is making him dizzy, the squelching of Keith’s cum being fucked back inside his pussy is making him delirious.
“S’ good, oh so good,” He slurs, voice barely working at this point. Lance mewls again, his words lost against their messy coupling, fingers tugging at the bed sheets. Keith groans above him, hands grabbing at his thighs a bit harder. Lance could feel the bruises littering his skin when Keith squeezes at the piece of muscle, and feels his stomach churn when Keith leans into him.
“Lance,” Keith pants, voice rough and gruff. Lance cries when he pushes harder inside, responding with a loud whine when Keith goes even deeper and slower, “ F-Fuck , you’re, hngg, perfect for me.”
Something is rushing inside him. It’s a sensation entirely different from an orgasm. Lance can feel it from the very tips of his toes, a burning increasing with every thrust Keith delivers to his pussy, making him cry louder and louder. His thighs are locking up over Keith’s hold, they are trying to close themselves on their own, but the prince simply pins them against his chest, folding Lance perfectly in half when he cages him against the bed.
Lance groans, eyes criss crossing when Keith’s cock dares to go even deeper, inches away from brushing the very depths of his hole. The sensation is coming, running through Lance’s veins and his mouth isn’t working, tears coming fast as he tries to quell down his sobs. It’s too much, Keith is going to break him.
“ Hngg! ” The ridges lock inside of him, as if they were announcing Keith’s impending orgasm. Lance can’t stop any of it, the rushing in his ears, the way his legs kick out against Keith’s chest. He can’t move, can’t escape the feeling from overtaking his entire body. Lance is falling apart fast, a litany of cries and desperate moans tumbling down his lips.
He’s not empty for a single second, Keith forgetting everything about going slow and steady. He ups the pace, starts thrusting even faster, going at Lance’s sensitive bud over and over again. His thick cock keeps pounding at his pussy and Lance is shaking against the bed.
“ Keith! ” He screams, toes curling and eyes rolling back, back, and he’s cumming, it’s too much- “I c-can’t!”
It comes too fast for him to even stop it. Keith pounds harder, a well aimed thrust at his cervix, and finally he breaches all the way inside him. His pussy tightens up, the ridges inside him prodding at all the right places and it sends him over the edge instantly.
He arches against the bed, hands tugging at the sheets as he cries out. Everything inside him locks up, white exploding in his vision as Keith keeps pounding away. His eyes fully roll back now, mouth open in a silent scream, as his orgasm keeps going. It blurs the line between pain and pleasure, making him gasp and twist against the bed, hands slapping at Keith’s shoulders, trying to push him.
It’s useless as Keith keeps going, thrusting without a care in the world as Lance convulses underneath him, folded in half, and body shuddering. Something else is coming, something else is rushing out of his pussy and Lance can’t hold it in anymore, can’t even fight against the pressure.
“Unhgg!” Fluid explodes out of his pussy, an uneven stream starts running down his folds, until Keith keeps going and it gushes out of Lance with every thrust. He screams, cutting off into a choked out moan when it keeps going and going, toes curled next to Keith’s face. It’s too overwhelming for his body to comprehend, it’s a fire burning from the inside and Lance is squirting.
“ Keith! ” He cries out, slaps at his chest in another futile attempt to push him away. Lance sobs, shudders racking down his spine as his pussy is battered senseless. Keith’s moans above him, thick cock still thrusting, ridges tightening up. His peak is rushing again, Lance can feel the same blinding sensation coursing through his body once more.
He was losing his mind.
“Im!” Lance screams, “ Cummin! ”
Keith moans again, thrusting out of pace, once, twice-
Hot warmth envelops his insides. Lance keens, feels Keith’s seed painting his walls, cock locking around his pussy in a violent grip, securing it’s hold tightly, like Galras do with their mates to impregnate them. Lance’s arms somehow wound up around Keith’s neck, repeating babbles of Keith’s name, as the prince continues to thrust inside him.
Lance shudders, orgasm prolonging with every push Keith gives him, sending him into that hazy zone, one where pleasure and nothingness meets one another. He can’t cry out, throat hoarse and body tingling everywhere. Little jolts of shock course over his legs with every slow push of Keith’s cock, until he finally settles down, both of them still locked together.
Keith is panting above him, hair a wild mane as he speaks to Lance. He can’t hear him, mind too muddled and dazed, eyes blinking in and out of consciousness. Lance tries to stay awake, tries to hear his Royal Highness, but the exhaustion is winning him over. He can only lay back on the soft covers, pussy still pulsating around the prince’s cock as Keith buckles on top of him.
Minutes or hours pass by and Lance is none the wiser. His body is still shuddering, little tremors traveling down his legs when he finally comes to. Lance blinks his eyes open, sucks in a sharp breath and settles back into the comfy bed when he feels Keith’s arms around his waist. They’re laying on their side, Keith hugging him from behind, thick cock still locked around his pussy.
He stirs, tries to lean back and look over at the prince but at the same moment, Keith’s cock pushes a bit deeper inside. Lance softly moans, a breathy whisper leaving his lips when Keith’s arms tighten around him, dropping a soft kiss to his shoulder.
“K-Keith,” He whispers, trying to suck in a breath, “You’re a menace.”
Keith laughs against his skin, completely unwinded and relaxed, “I apologize, I didn’t think it would take this long.”
“It’d better be over,” Lance warns, trying to settle his jittering legs as he sighs. Christ, the lingerie was a sticky mess of sweat and cum, “Add to my reward another lingerie set, Your Royal Highness. You really did a number on me.”
Keith only grumbles, still peppering soft kisses down his shoulder. Lance squirms, tries not to moan when that thick girth pushes against his folds. He can’t go again, there’s no way he should be able to take anymore. Lance worries he might not be able to walk after this.
“Shh,” Keith presses another kiss, hands slowly trailing down his sticky body. Lance tries not to tremble, sinking against the mattress and feeling Keith’s breath next to his ear, “Just let go, stay here with me.”
“I-I shouldn’t,” Lance warns, entire body trembling under Keith’s touch. He’s hugging him so safely in his arms, easily securing his grip around Lance’s waist. Lance is enveloped everywhere by him, his body, his scent, his bed. His heart might burst, “Your Highness, I can’t stay here. People might talk-”
“Let them,” Keith whispers next to his ear, “I want you to stay with me.” There is a brief pause, Keith mulling his words over before adding, “That is, if that’s what you desire as well.”
Lance doesn’t say anything, bites down on his lip as the silence prolongs between the two. As much as he’d like to stay in Keith’s arms, spend the rest of the day in his bed, well, he’s nothing more than a court witch. Nothing more, nothing less. He doesn’t have any right to say what he wants or not, and this interaction with Keith can’t happen again.
“I…” Lance gulps, tries not to look back at the prince, “Until you calm down, then I’ll go back to my dormitory.”
Keith doesn’t argue, simply pulls him back into the fluffy mattress. Lance lets himself be dragged, Keith’s arms wrapping around his chest with ease. Sleep is still clinging to his eyes but just as he’s about to doze off again, Keith’s hands start wandering between his legs.
“W-Wait,” Lance pants, shaking his head already and trying to close his thighs, “It’s too soon. Keith it’s-”
“You said you’ll stay with me until I’ve calmed down,” Keith noses on the back of his neck, making shivers run down Lance’s back, “Let’s make the most of our time together.”
“Keith!” Lance yells, but even while he’s saying it, a sultry smile is pulling at his lips. He has created a monster, a true Galra who would go to any lengths to satiate his rut. Lance laughs as Keith pulls him back, fingers parting his legs as Lance tries to catch his breath, “Your Royal Highness, you are abusing your power over me.”
“Maybe,” Keith drops another kiss to his shoulder, “I don’t think you mind.”
“Your-” Lance’s voice gets cut off with a moan, when Keith’s lithe fingers start to rub around his folds. His thighs start trembling, but even then he still parts them for the prince, letting Keith’s hand travel all the way down onto his wet cunt. Keith’s free hand starts roaming up to his nipples, softly rubbing over them and Lance only squirms against him, “Hngg Keith.”
“If you keep saying my name I won’t be able to stop,” Keith noses at his earlobe, dropping kisses as his fingers start spreading his fold, leaving brief touches right over his clitoris. Lance shudders, body spasming around Keith’s hands, trying not to squirm away.
“All right Your Majesty,” Lance sighs, eyes fluttering closed as Keith’s finger pinches at his nipples. He moans, excited and all too ready to indulge in the prince’s fantasies, “ Ngh , show me how much, unnh you want me then.”
Keith’s groan is the last thing he hears before Lance is sent into that state of pleasure and hazy desire.
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Lance is still twitchy a week after his encounter with Prince Keith.
It was a miracle he was able to walk on his own after the prince’s rut had finally passed. Lance had almost buckled down, knees jittery as he tried to walk to the bathroom before His Royal Highness had simply carried him onto the tub filled with steaming water.
He stayed with Keith for an entirety of three days and nights. Keith had surely used up their time together the best as possible, leaving Lance blissed and passed out in his stuffy bed. He’s never going to be able to forget such pleasure that’s for sure, the amount of orgasms the prince gave him, how hard he made him scream-
“Stars,” Lance fans himself, trying to adjust his robes on the carriage seat. His legs are shaking again, feeling a wetness spreading between his legs. He can’t arrive to his family’s farm this disheveled, as if he was a schoolboy experiencing his first crush. He adjusts his robe, a glittering bronze and amber that Romelle had given him as a gift from His Royal Highness.
He had delivered every single one of Lance’s wishes, his robes all made from expensive fabric and made to his height and body, the gold and silver Keith had promised, and a white lingerie set, even more beautiful than the one he wore. Lance blushes at the image again, looking outside his window into the forest outside.
The trek to the outskirts of Altea is a long one, three days and two nights to reach his family’s small farm. He had sent only a quick owl, announcing his return and immediately hopped into the carriage, taking with him the silver and gold to give it to them. Lance only bid his goodbyes to Romelle and Hunk, leaving them a note for Keith, not that His Royal Highness would ever read it after his rut ended. That’s all their relationship was, purely beneficial for the both of them, nothing sentimental.
Still, Lance wonders if Keith read his letter.
There’s a sudden stop. Lance only blinks, looking outside towards the guards. He sees one of his soldiers mount down from his horse and head to the back but nothing else. Panic rises in his stomach, and Lance is ready to open up the door and shoot his magic to any assailant that might come after him when he hears a salute from the outside.
He stays still and hears another set of horse’s hooves. Lance frowns, when they parted it was only Matt and Shiro along with two of their subordinates to accompany him. Is someone else coming? Are they under attack? He scooches to the other side of the carriage, robe glittering with the sunlight as the carriage door is open.
Lance gapes, “Keith?!”
“Your Highness,” He hears Shiro’s amused voice from the outside and Lance’s cheeks darken in color, “Please be seated, we'll arrive in two days time.”
“Thanks Shiro.” Keith nods, lips trying not to break into a smile. Lance is still gaping, clutching at his robe at the sight of the prince before him. He’s gorgeous like this, raven hair is low waves, pulled back into a low ponytail, a red maroon royal uniform jacket and black pants. No pins or capes, just Keith in all of his glory.
“W-What,” He stammers out, “are you doing here?”
Shiro closes the small door after Keith, leaving them alone inside the carriage. Lance can’t take his eyes off of him, heart clenching when he sees Keith walk into the space, settling down on the seat next to him. Lance doesn’t move, doesn’t dare blink as he waits for an answer.
“You look beautiful in that color,” Keith comments, purple eyes trailing down Lance’s attire, catching onto the slit running down his leg. He turns to look back into Lance’s eyes, something warm and sweet delving into his gaze, “You liked your presents?”
“Keith,” Lance sighs, rolls his eyes and tries not to blush at the question, “Don’t dodge my question, why are you here?”
“I received your note,” Keith says as the carriage starts moving. Lance almost crashes into the seat but Keith is quick to steady him, one arm coming up to circle his shoulders. Lance doesn’t know what to think of the close proximity between them, “And I wanted to see you.”
Lance blinks, “So what, you just rode here into the middle of the woods?”
There's silence, and Lance balks.
“Keith!” He cries, pushing him back, a flutter of amber following his arms, “You can’t just disappear! Your people need you! Why in the stars would you come all of this way?!”
“I told you,” Keith says, calm and patient, almost as if he had predicted this outburst. Lance’s cheeks burn all the brighter, this is not happening, his not blushing under the prince’s presence, this is all going backwards! “I came here for you.”
“Why?!”
“Because I want to court you.”
The words slowly register in Lance’s mind. One after the other, come like a stone, sinking deep into his memory and making him gasp. He must’ve misheard, he must’ve misunderstood Keith in all of his entirety. I want to court you, the sentence wraps his heart around it, suffocating him from the inside and making butterflies explode all around him.
“You’re joking,” Lance mutters, wringing his eyes away from Keith’s, “You’re still in your rut, not thinking clearly a-and speaking nonsense. Your Highness, please, let’s escort you back to the castle, we-”
Keith’s hand slowly wraps itself around Lance’s white knuckles. He doesn’t move, doesn’t push the prince away but neither looks up to see his eyes. There’s a brief silence, where Keith carefully pulls Lance into him, right into his arms and he’s helpless to follow along. Lance feels that same sturdy chest as before, a wild heartbeat echoing across Keith’s body.
“Don’t make light of my intentions,” Keith mutters between the two. They’re so close together, Lance can feel his uneven breathing fanning his cheeks, “I’ve planned on courting you before my rut started.”
“What?” That makes Lance look up.
Keith is looking at him so adoringly, so soft and warm that something in Lance makes him want to kiss him senseless. His Royal Highness, slowly coaxes Lance’s hand open out of his grip on his robes, carefully splaying them open to intertwine their fingers together.
“I wasn’t entirely honest when I’ve requested your audience, I’ll admit that,” Keith starts, voice tender as the carriage keeps moving along. Lance only has eyes for Keith, “But, I’ve been watching you. Before my second puberty started, before my men started taking interest in you, before your scent enveloped my dreams. Ever since you came into my court, I’ve been watching.”
Lance’s heart squeezes in on itself. Tries to quell down his raging emotions, keep his expressions neutral, but the shaking in his hands is unmistakable. Keith gives their joined hands a slight squeeze, giving him a comforting smile.
“I’ve never approached you, thought it was never meant to be since my duties always kept me away from the castle,” Keith continues, “But I’ve kept watching you, practicing with Allura, teaching my people about magic, defending the fortress from Zarkn’s forces. Your bravery and dedication captivated me. And when my rut started all I could think about was you.”
“I’ve never intended to try anything. Always knew of the line that divided us, but it was unbearable, smelling your scent and knowing I could never have you. I started growing restless, my rut kept prolonging because of my desires, and my mind could only remind me of you. Romelle was the only one who knew about my affections towards you, and she…”
“She told you to look for me, right?” Lance has been silently drinking in all of this information. Keith’s been…in love with him this whole time? He doesn’t know how to reach the information, his own heart clenching at the realization that this man, that the Crown prince of a Nation, that Keith , has been watching this whole time, it almost sounds impossible.
“I’ve dismissed it instantly,” Keith shakes his head, “I’ve never meant to deceive you in such a way, didn’t want to take advantage of your generosity. But it kept prolonging and I grew desperate and demanded an audience with you. And ever since that day I promised myself that if this came to be, if you felt only a fraction of what I feel for you, I would follow my heart’s desires.”
Lance is crying now, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he tries to keep an even breathing. He’s smiling too much, lips stretching over and it must’ve meant something in Keith eases at the sight. He gives their joined hands a slight squeeze, fingers intertwined and Lance only gives in return a wet chuckle.
“K-Keith,” Lance whines, between hiccups and little sobs, “You’re not joking then?”
“No, never about this.” Keith moves closer, heads only a few inches away. Lance is still crying, Keith’s free hand coming up to cup his cheek and wipe away his tears, “I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.”
Lance starts crying again, harder now, “A-And you came here?”
“Because the first rule of courting is to meet your spouse’s parents,” Keith says with such delicacy that Lance can’t help the chuckle, tears still trailing down his cheeks. He’s supposed to be the suave and confident witch of the Royal Court, and with just a few words from his prince he’s reduced to a babbling mess, “That is, if you want me to court you?”
Lance can’t speak, trembling into Keith’s arms as the carriage slowly keeps trailing along the woods. Lance tries to calm down, feels Keith’s erratic heartbeat under his jacket and something eases in him. He’s been so adamant to ignore his attraction to the prince, that he never even thought that Keith had been looking his way from the start.
“You menace,” Lance cries, giving him a weak punch to the shoulder, “You better give me another robe in compensation. My family’s gonna love you.”
Keith gives him a blinding smile and Lance can’t hold it back any longer. He launches himself into his arms, a mix of red and amber as they both clash into a heady kiss. Lance is all consumed into Keith’s touch, smiling between kisses and little nips, hands still intertwined as their journey continues.
Lance gives him another kiss for good measure, his Royal Highness grin matching his own and softly says, “I should’ve looked your way from the start.”
“Well,” Keith adds, “You have the rest of our lives to indulge in those pleasures my love.”
Lance kisses him again.