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There were perks to having a Galra lover, Lance could lovingly testify to that.

One of those many, many perks was having what Lance dubbed an annual fuck fest, rut in other words. They had both received the talk from Krolia on what to expect and honestly, Lance was almost quivering in anticipation. Rut meant Keith, handsome, confident, assertive Keith, would turn into a total sex fiend in the weeks leading up to his rut. And sweet quiznack, if that didn’t activate Lance’s particle barrier.

Not that regular Keith was that much different. The real difference, Lance would come to learn, was that pre-rut Keith had no issue grabbing Lance and dragging him into the nearest storage closet for some afternoon delight. 

It had been hell sitting through yet another boring meeting. And to top it off, one apart from his extra clingy, extra handsy loving Keith. As much as Lance would’ve liked nothing better than to indulge in his boyfriend, they’d both been absolutely swamped with Paladin duties. it felt like they’d barely had any time to themselves. So Lance might’ve been slightly responsible for provoking Keith and all of those pre-rut instincts. Just a little bit. 

See, when Keith hit Galra puberty, as Lance had lovingly called it, Keith grew . And Lance meant everywhere. Keith had once only surpassed Lance by a few inches and now he was at least a head taller than him. Not to mention… Keith got exceptionally big below the belt. Lance was grateful he was part Altean and could have his pussy whenever he wanted. Otherwise his ass may have never recovered. Point is, Keith grew out of almost everything he owned. And with all of those Galra instincts ramped up to 11, Lance had a pretty good idea about what would drive Keith insane. 

And so it was that the Lance that walked into the meeting wasn’t wearing his designated blue Garrison uniform, but Keith’s old garrison uniform. Lance took pride in how he was decked out in red, in Keith’s color, and drenched in his scent. And if he happened to bend over, let Keith and everyone else see the curve of his ass, without underwear either mind you, well that was just part of Lance’s plan. He wanted those possessive instincts of Keith’s rise to the surface and waited to see where it would take him. He had a feeling it would end with many orgasms, if the dark and hungry look Keith was giving him was any indication. Lance had barely walked out of their meeting before Keith was on him. 

Quick as a flash, his lover had him pinned against the wall of a nearby closet. Keith had wasted no time getting the door open and pulling Lance in. It was empty save for a few boxes and just big enough for them both. Keith paid no mind, ravishing Lance’s mouth with tongue and a hint of fangs. And fuck if that wasn’t making Lance wet. 

He was eager as he kissed back, tangling fingers into that mane of black hair, moaning as Keith groped him. Hands trailed across his back down to his ass where Keith squeezed just slightly before retreating. Keith’s tongue tangled with his own filthy sounds of their kiss filling up the small place. Fuck, Keith’s kisses were just like him, passionate and intense. And with his hands roving around, touching, squeezing him, Lance could feel himself growing even wetter. The dampness in between his legs was almost uncomfortable at this point. 

“Keith,” Lance moaned out. As much as he loved their heavy make-outs, he was eager to get the show on the road and have Keith rail him against the wall. “Baby,” He moved, spreading his legs wider for Keith’s larger frame, a clear invitation. 

Keith pulled back, his dark eyes lustful and glowing yellow. It sent a shiver down Lance’s spine. It didn’t matter how long they were together. He got a thrill from knowing his amazing and oh so perfect lover, his mate, wanted him as much as Lance wanted him. So when Keith got down on his knees, Lance couldn’t help but let out a small confused whine.

“Don’t worry baby,” Keith whispered, a dark smirk on his face, pointed canines peeking out. “I’ll take care of you.”

That was the only warning Lance got before a clawed hand reached out and the sound of tearing clothes filled the air. A cold breeze rushed towards his bared pussy and Lance clenched instinctively at the feeling. Keith leaned back, using his hands to push Lance's thighs apart and spread Lance even further. Lance blushed deeply as Keith paused just to watch Lance as his pussy clenched underneath that gaze. God the things Keith did to him without even touching him. Lance felt like he was on fire, burning all over as Keith licked his lips and leaned forward. 

“Such a pretty pussy, Lance, so beautiful,” Keith’s hot breath ghosted over his clit and Lance gasped and twitched at the feeling. “I want to taste you, I want to make you come over and over baby,” Keith continued. “Can I Lance? Can I make you cum with my tongue?”

And how could Lance deny Keith anything when he looked at him like that? Not one being in the universe could. “Yes, yes!” Lance gasped, “ Whatever you want Keith, please just touch me.” 

Keith smiled. “Such a perfect mate for me, so willing, so ready to give me anything. I love you.” 

Lance would have replied back except Keith put his mouth on his clit, tracing circles with his tongue. Any thought he might have had was replaced with a breathy moan as Keith began to tease him. 

Keith drew back after barely starting and Lance whined. “Quiet baby, don’t want everyone to walk by and hear you, do you Lance?” Keith chuckled low and deep “Unless you want to be interrupted and don’t get to finish what we started.” 

That was the last thing Lance wanted. All he wanted was Keith’s mouth and tongue back on his pussy. And so, Lance closed his hand over his mouth, muffling the sound of his panting. He fixed his gaze on Keith and gave a nod, hoping his lover would see the desire and the desperation in his eyes. Keith met his gaze with a hungry smirk. 

Keith, satisfied that Lance would at least try to be a little more quiet, got back to the focal point of his desire. 

He picked up one of Lance’s deliciously long legs, throwing it over his shoulder as Lance’s hand found purchase in his hair. Keith leaned back in, breathing in Lance’s sweet scent, and got back to pleasuring his mate. Keith dragged his tongue slowly from Lance’s dripping hole all the way up through his folds to his clit, relishing in the taste of him. Drawing slow circles into Lance’s clit, he took his thumbs and spread Lance’s folds. Keith knew he was teasing Lance. Keith knew that Lance wanted more, wanted him to lick and suck and before fucking him hard and fast. But Keith couldn’t help but savor Lance’s pussy, to deny Lance what he wanted and instead, make him beg for it. Judging by the sound of Lance’s moans, Keith knew Lance would do exactly that. 

“Fuck, Keiitth,” Lance moaned above him and Keith glazed up from where he was tracing his tongue around Lance’s folds “Please Keith, I need you, stop teasing.” 

Keith only smiled at Lance’s frustration, “Patience yields focus Lance.” He punctuated the thought with a hard suck on his clit. It made Lance moan so loud, Keith wondered if the entire Garrison could hear them.

 “Ah ahh ahhn,” Lance cried out as Keith sucked hard once more, closing his lips around the little nub. “Keith! Keith fuck! So good! It’s so good!” 

Keith pulled back again, watching as Lance’s entire body shuddered. The pretty pussy in front of him was throbbing with need and Keith began slow teasing licks along it once more. He was going to drive Lance to the edge. And he was going to make sure that when Lance came, he felt the weight of Keith’s desire. He wanted Lance to know how good he was being, how good his pussy was, and how much Keith loved him. 

Keith sucked around Lance's hole, teasing the inside of Lance’s quivering cunt with his tongue, tasting a hint of Lance’s delicious slick. He listened to Lance as he moaned and gripped Keith’s hair hard in frustration, pushing his face closer to his pussy. Always so demanding his mate was. Keith wouldn’t have it any other way, he loved Lance more than anything else in the world. 

Keith picked up his pace, licking and sucking on Lance’s clit. How amazing it was that such a simple action made the man above him thrash in pleasure. Keith changed tactics again, going back to teasing that hole. He was greedy in the way he swallowed Lance's sweet slick as he ate his beautiful mate out. Keith wasn’t sure why but Lance always got so, so wet . Slick dripped down Keith’s chin, smeared across his cheeks and dripped down Lance’s thighs. Heh and Keith hasn’t even made him cum yet. 

Keith doubled down pressing his tongue hard against the knot of Lance’s clit, sucking on it while using his tongue to sweep across the sensitive nub.

“Ah Fuck!” Lance shouted, “Keith, fuck I’m-I’m getting close! I need your cock baby I need something, ohh ah ah ahnn!” Lance’s thighs were shaking and the grip Lance had on his hair was almost painful and he rocked his hips in a messy smear across Keith’s lips. 

He was going to make sure Lance came, he was going to make sure that this was going to be one of Lance’s best orgasms yet. His cock was hard and aching in his pants, throbbing with barely restrained need. But he couldn’t touch himself yet, not until he made Lance cum. Keith thrust his tongue inside, pressing upwards against the silky walls of Lance’s cunt. He brought his hand over and pressed down on Lance’s nub, rubbing it in tight circles. 

Lance was gone. 

Keith could feel the intensity of his orgasm as Lance bit down on his hand to muffle his scream as he came on Keith’s tongue. Lance’s hips jerked and shuddered as his back arched from the force of his orgasm. And Lance’s pussy. Oh Lance’s pussy. 

Slick exploded across Keith’s tongue as it clenched and throbbed and trembled. Keith swallowed down his mate’s sweet cum as he worked him through his orgasm, thrusting his tongue inside and rubbing his clit with his thumb as slick dripped down his chin, down his neck, and spilled down Lance’s thighs. Keith was everywhere licking and sucking and using his tongue to extend Lance’s orgasm and make a mess of his face. 

Lance pushed away his head with an oversensitive whine gasping, “Keith fuck, I-I dont think I’ve ever come that hard, fuck.” Lance’s head thumped back against the wall as he tried to recover. 

Keith was tender for the moment kissing Lance’s thighs running a soothing hand and rubbing clenched muscles loose while Lance caught his breath. He wasn’t done with Lance by a long shot, but he wouldn’t hurt Lance, he needed a rest period. 

After a few moments Lance glanced down “Baby?” and then a startled laugh erupted out of his pretty mouth. Keith wasn’t sure what view Lance had but he knew he was a mess. Keith wiped his mouth unconcerned. If only Lance knew, it was only going to get worse from here. 

Lance smiled and it was unbearably fond. His blue eyes full of what Keith could only describe as love as Keith stared up at him, Lance’s leg still over his shoulder. “Keith, let me take care of you too, yeah? I want to- ah!” Lance cut off with a short gasp as Keith’s thumb returned to his clit in slow circles. 

A smug tone filled Keith’s voice, “What was that sharpshooter? You said you wanted to take care of me, right?” 

“R-right…” Lance moaned, head tipping back against the wall. 

“Then let me keep doing this. I want to take you over the edge over and over again,” He kissed the inside of Lance’s thigh, waiting for his response. The thumb on Lance’s clit circled faster, pressing down harder and Lance’s hips jerked oversensitive. Oh but Lance was wanting it, rocking his hips into the sensation. 

“O-okay Samurai, whatever you need–fuckkk it feels good.” 

Keith really was the luckiest man in the universe. He doubted any Galra alive had a mate as perfect as Lance. 

Keeping Lance’s leg up onto his shoulder, Keith brought his hand up to Lance’s hole. He traced around it, gathering the weeping slick onto his fingers, before slowly sliding two in. Keith moaned despite himself. Fuck. His mate’s cunt was endlessly wet with slick, so hot and tight around his fingers, so perfect for his cock. 

But not now. His cock. despite how it ached with desire and jerked in the confines of his uniform, wasn't his priority. As eager as he was to sink his cock into his mate and breed him full, he needed Lance to cum again. He had to feel it around his fingers once more. Keith started up a slow rhythm, sliding in deep with his fingers and prepared to make his lover fall apart once more. 

Above him, Lance keened. Keith couldn’t help but plant a kiss to Lance’s inner thigh. He crooked his fingers, eager to hear his mate moan and fall apart all over again. When they first started doing this, Keith had been scared. He lacked experience and confidence in himself, worried he was a freak and no one would want him. But then Lance returned his feelings, accepted him, loved him, and brought out the side of Keith he had been fighting. 

“Keith, ah!” Lance tightened around his fingers and Keith felt a surge of pride. He aimed towards that same spot and felt Lance’s body begin trembling again. Lance panted, and whether he knew it or not, had started moving his hips closer to Keith, the scent of fresh slick getting stronger. 

Keith held back his own groan, content to bring his face closer, letting out a hot exhale against Lance’s folds. Then, he dove in, lapping at Lance’s engorged lips. Again, Lance tightened around him, and the hand in Keith’s hair took on a stronger, desperate grip.

“More more, please gimme more,” Lance hiccuped out, hips wiggling against Keith’s face. Keith responded in kind, switching from licking Lance’s folds to planting his mouth right over Lance’s clit. Keith tried to keep the suction of his mouth in sync with the thrusting of his finger’s against Lance’s spot. And what a reward it was when he heard Lance crying out in pleasure. 

This, Lance sobbing in pleasure, his tight pussy dripping slick and making a mess of Keith’s mouth and face, this was what Keith had been craving ever since he saw Lance strutting around in his old uniform. And by the lions, he was going to satisfy and ruin his mate.

Clenching around Keith’s fingers, Lance came again, moaning out his name, having forgotten in the throes of pleasure to keep quiet. Keith pulled back, licking at his mouth, to a trembling, red-faced, and crying Lance. Keith’s heart did a flip at the sight. He couldn’t help the coo that escaped his lips and helped his mate down to the floor. 

Keith was so gentle as he helped Lance and his shaking limbs rest on the cool floor. He tried as best as he could to let Lance relax on the floor free from slick. He made sure to wipe away Lance’s tears, cooing from deep within that broad chest of his.

Lance was still reeling, clenching and jerking with slight aftershocks as he caught his breath again. Shit. Keith knew his body too well. His ability to make Lance cum with blinding pleasure was inhuman. (Well Keith wasn’t exactly all human and neither was Lance but that’s beside the point). Lance felt hands gently dragging across his body, stopping to play with his nipples and Lance, unconsciously, spread his legs. 

“Ah ahhhh, Keeitthh,” Overwhelmed by the attention Keith was giving to his nipples, Lance could feel himself twitching, dripping more slick. Fuck. Seems like Lance really could orgasm again. 

The hands pinching and flicking his nipples stopped. Lance lifted his head and stared up at the half Galra man in front of him. Keith was fixated on the sight in between Lance’s legs. One slick covered hand pressing down on his clothed cock. 

Keith…looked like he wanted to eat Lance out again. He was licking his lips as he stared at the throbbing pussy before him. Lance couldn’t help but let out a giggle. The sound snapped Keith out of his trance as dark eyes met blue. Keith really was insatiable. Lance was lucky he found a mate that was just as much of a sex fiend as he was. Lance couldn’t get enough of Keith and his desire. 

Keith spoke, his voice was rough, almost growling at this point as he leaned forward and nuzzled Lance’s thighs. “One more Lance? Can I make you cum again? You’re such a good mate, so perfect for me, so beautiful. I love the way you taste, want to taste your pussy everyday baby.” 

“You already do,” Lance couldn't help but quip. He quickly added on. “I’m yours, and I want you to have me again.” 

Keith growled obviously pleased, claws out as he gripped Lance’s hips. And just like that, Keith was lifting Lance up into the air to pleasure his oversensitive pussy with his mouth again. Keith’s hands slid towards Lance’s ass, one hand underneath his hips the other spreading him apart, Lance knew without a doubt with how wet he was, Keith’s hand would be drenched in his slick. He couldn’t help how wet Keith made him. Even a look from Keith could make him drip and ache with a need that could be only satisfied by the man in front of him. And to think Lance used to call this man his rival, used to challenge him. Turns out Lance just desperately wanted Keith to love him as much as Lance loved him. Even better that Keith loved him that much and more. 

Lance’s thoughts scattered as Keith’s mouth sealed itself over Lance’s pussy once more, tongue finding its way into Lance’s hole to fuck him. Keith’s tongue couldn’t reach as deep as his fingers but that didn’t matter. Keith more than made up for for it by pressing upwards and stroking his tongue on the inside of that pussy, driving Lance right back to the edge of an orgasm without even trying. 

Moans fell from Lance’s mouth and filled the air. He was so, so very loud but he couldn’t stop. Keith was so good at making Lance loud, so good at driving him to the edge. 

“Ah ah Ahhhh! Love your mouth Keith, feels so good inside me, you’re so good to me! Fuck fuck!” Lance was getting close again the tongue inside him was pressing up stroking him on the inside and Lance was so sensitive already. He already knew this orgasm was going to be just as intense as the others. He clawed at the floor, at Keith’s clothed thighs, as the throbbing in his cunt grew stronger and faster, legs shaking over Keith’s shoulders. 

Oh quiznack, he loved this man, he loved him, he loved him, he loved him–OH.

Lance seized up as he fell over the edge again, mouth open and gasping for breath. Keith happily slurped away at the fresh gush of slick that Lance could feel pouring out of him, down his back, and onto the floor. 

Just as gently as before, Keith unhooked Lance’s legs from his shoulders. Lance was sure he was a mess, with his torn uniform and slick all over his intimate area, and mouth drooling while he fixed Keith with hazy eyes. 

As Lance caught his breath, he saw Keith bring a hand over to his wet pussy and run it through the mess. Lance hissed at the contact, still so sensitive, and watched transfixed as Keith undid his pants and freed himself. Keith let out a grunt as he slicked himself up and began stroking himself, eyes transfixed at Lance’s spread thighs and wet pussy. 

It was only natural that Lance brought himself up by the elbows for a better look. Keith’s dick was a glorious thing. Thick and girthy in a way that never failed to arouse him. And that knot? Hot . As much as it pained Lance to admit it, he’s wanted that dick since their days back at the Garrison. Keith had been packing before then but now? Now he had a dick that deserved its own monument. 

As mind blowing as Keith’s mouth, tongue, and fingers had been, Lance had been looking forward to Keith pounding away at him. Stretching his pussy out and rearranging his insides to the shape of Keith’s dick, making way for the knot and cum to follow. 

With his goal in mind, Lance sat up, pulling off the remains of the ruined Garrison uniform. Keith watched, still stroking away, hungry eyes roving over every inch of skin until Lance was completely exposed before him. 

Keith didn’t protest at all when Lance batted his clawed hands away from his dick and straddled him. In fact, Keith welcomed it, dipping his head to kiss Lance languidly. 

“Mmmm,” Lance groaned, propping himself up and reaching for the hard dick beneath him. Keith’s dick seemed to jump at the contact and Lance was salivating. His pussy was also on board seeing as how the moment Lance placed the tip at his entrance, his pussy was sucking at the head of Keith’s cock. Lance moaned as he sank down onto that dick. He was so wet that the glide came so easy, fuck. His legs were trembling again as the feeling spread throughout his body. 

Even so, Lance set a fast pace. He loved riding Keith, loved seeing his handsome boyfriend and badass space partner lose his composure as Lance took his dick in him over and over, clenching around it perfectly to coax an orgasm and that knot. God, he never got tired of this, always wanted Keith inside him, hot and thick, and filling that emptiness. 

Sometimes Lance wondered if Keith had been made for him and Lance for Keith. 

“Lance,” Keith gasped. Lance couldn't help but grin, rocking a bit. 

“Yes, my darling?” He teased. 

Keith’s face was screwed up into a face of pleasure. He looked back at Lance with a look that told Lance everything he needed to know. That he was hot and wet and tight and fit Keith’s cock perfectly inside him. So eager and so good only for Keith. That there was no one else who could be Keith’s mate. 

“Lance, I want,” Keith brought his clawed hands to Lance’s hips. “I want to rut you, I want to knot you, I want to breed you full.” 

Lance rolled his hips then, earning another groan from Keith. “Then do it.”

And like that, the floodgates opened.

Keith’s hands grabbed at Lance by his meaty thighs and set a rough pace, bouncing Lance in his lap like his own personal fuck toy. And Lance fucking loved it. They filled the closet space with their moans and the slapping of flesh. Lance had stopped caring, how could he when the man of his dreams kept whispering such filthy words of praise in his ear?

“Lance, god, Lance, have no idea,” Keith panted out, his voice strained. “How good, your pussy is, fuck. I’m going to fuck you full going to fill you up and keep you full with my knot, going to cum in you and breed you, you want that don’t you? Want me to knot you so hard you won’t be able to get it out.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Lance screamed out, digging his nails into Keith’s back. “I want it, I want it, I want it so bad, Keith! Please! I love you! Love your cock! Love your knot!” 

He could feel it, the base of Keith’s dick growing, oh fuck.  

“Knot me! Keith knot me!” He cried himself hoarse. 

Keith ground up his hips, at the same time pulling Lance down by the hips. Lance couldn’t help but yell out Keith’s name as that knot finally sank into him, sending him into his fourth orgasm. He felt himself clamping around Keith, his cunt determined to take every drop of cum as promised. Slick leaked out from around their joining. Keith moaned, biting down on Lance’s neck as he came, right on the claiming bite he left on Lance a few months ago. Lance could feel the flood of Keith’s cum as his big cock jerked and painted his walls white with his seed, filling him up so deeply. Lance couldn’t be any happier. Whenever Keith knotted him, it meant Lance could expect the feeling of Keith’s orgasm to go on for a few more minutes. It also meant that Lance got to enjoy being bred so well, stuffed full with Keith’s cum. 

Keith was panting as he released Lance’s neck, kissing the bite he left before tending to Lance. His knot wouldn’t go down for a while, so better to get themselves comfortable and relaxed as they enjoyed the afterglow. Lance was already enjoying it, settling into Keith’s arms to kiss him softly and run his fingers through Keith’s hair. As much as Keith loved watching Lance scream in pleasure, this was his favorite part. Where he got to hold Lance, all warm and soft with hazy eyes and a smile drunk on pleasure. Keith shifted pulling Lance further into his chest as he relaxed into the wall. He was gently rubbed Lance’s sex strained muscles while Lance did the same for him. 

“I love you,” a sleepy murmur from Lance broke the silence.

Keith held him tighter, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of his head. “I love you too.” 

He smiled as Lance rested comfortably against him but he knew that this moment would have to end. His knot was going down. Keith knew despite how nice it was basking in each other's company, he and Lance needed to get up and go to their room before they were caught covered in each other's cum and ripped clothes. 

Gently Keith tapped Lance, “Time to get up Lance, we need to go before someone finds us here.”

Lance glanced up at him with sleepy blue eyes and a pout on his pretty mouth. “Don’t want to. You feel too good.” 

Keith felt his cock twitch inside of Lance despite everything. Lance truly didn’t know how sexy, how beautiful, pretty, and utterly fuckable he was. 

Lance continued pouting, “Besides, I think I’ve lost the use of my legs at the moment, seeing as I just came four times because of you.” 

Keith couldn’t help the sense of pride that washed through him at that. Knowing he made Lance feel that good and made him cum so many times. Judging by the huff Lance made below him, that sense of pride was definitely showing on his face. 

Keith chuckled as the pout on Lance’s face got deeper, “I’ll carry you and we can take a shower together. I’ll even use that special lavender oil you like, how does that sound?” 

Lance giggled brightening up immediately, “You’ve convinced me samurai, but only if you let me wash your hair. And no, not that damn 2-in-1.”

Keith kissed him softly, earning another giggle, “It’s a deal.” 

Carrying Lance was easy but sneaking around the Garrison with a half dressed Lance proved to be a challenge. Especially considering Lance was terrible at muffling his giggling as Keith hid around the corners when people walked past. It only made Keith laugh and feel his heart swell with love. Only Lance could make him giggle and run around like they were teenagers again. Only Lance could make Keith love someone this much. 

Finally, they made it to their bathroom and Keith set Lance down to turn on the shower. He made sure to turn it from hot to hotter to hottest. Despite how Lance complained that hot water was bad for your hair and skin, Keith loved holding Lance when he was all warm and comfortable from a shower. Keith suspected Lance liked it just as much because he rarely ever complained anymore. 

Keith slid under the warm spray next to Lance and looped his arms around his mate’s waist. He held Lance for a few more moments before letting go and turning around to tip his head back for Lance. As his fingers began combing shampoo through Keith’s hair, he turned to face Lance as he dragged body wash over Lance. Keith dug his fingers in the right spots, pulling pleased sighs from Lance’s mouth. It was a slow sort of dance that they knew well. Lance turned him around again, leaning Keith against his chest to rinse his hair. Lance added the conditioner and combed it all through his hair. Then Keith would massage Lance's muscles until they relaxed. Along the way, Keith helped Lance clean up all the cum and slick off his thighs and inside him before it was his turn to wash Lance's hair. Lance was just as sweet to him and would rub his muscles and wash him while they indulged each other. It was soft and sweet and everything Keith loved about Lance. That no matter what Lance always put his feelings to the fullest extent and gave back exactly what Keith gave him. 

Keith pulled Lance in, giving him a long slow kiss as he turned off the shower. He knew Lance understood the depth of his feelings. Knew that Lance loved him just as much as he did. No matter what came their way, Lance would stay right by his side. 

He pulled Lance in close as they laid together in bed, relishing the feel of holding his sleeping mate in his arms and feeling Lance’s soft breaths against him. 

“I’ll never stop loving you.” He whispered.