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The doors parted before him as Lance strode through the final antechamber that lay between the Prince of Altea and his own private quarters. Nods of salute from guards and the bowed heads of servants had gilded his path from the throne room to this side of the palace, respectful gestures ranging from enthusiastic and warm to downright wooden depending on the mood of the person.
Lance liked it that way, liked seeing the humanity of the people surrounding and serving him, bared as it was in a way it would never be for the rest of his family. His father, they would never even look in the eye, and his eldest brother, the Crown Prince, would be lucky to get anything more personal than a stilted smile. It didn’t come from a place of fear, for the most part, just discipline. Discipline, and the high standards expected of any member of the court.
The place wasn’t kept running this long by being fun, I guess.
It was different with Lance though. These people knew him, felt – if not close to him – familiar enough around him that they could be themselves.
Mostly. He still didn’t know the names of all the staff – is that guard’s name Reginald? Archibald? Gotta ask Shiro when I see him – but even knowing the names of ten likely put him beyond most of the court, never mind the royal family.
Flames dervished in each of the dozen sconces that lined the path, making the shadows leap and pirouette across the walls.
Always loved the look of the castle like this. Just look at this ambience. And the night air from the windows…
Another especially drained look from a passing maid drew a quick smile from the second-son as he marched down the hallway, careful not to let it get noticed for fear of causing offence, when really he was just charmed.
It definitely didn’t help either that it was a maid he’d had fun with in the past. Nothing serious, just a few quickies in some lonely storage closet during feasts, or behind a tent at one of the city’s fairs and jousts. Every time, she’d pulled him away from the rest of the court with a mix of discretion and determination that was pretty damn impressive, if he was being honest. If he was being horny too. But all of that was before…
The scuff of his companion’s boots along the flagstone drew Lance from his vulgar thoughts, or more accurately, drew him to different ones. Because of all the servants he’d made pains to get to know since he came of age and decided he should, none managed to get under his skin and into his mind like this one.
Keith.
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.
What had been fairly regal striding started to become something more impatient, Lance gaining speed until he was power-walking to the end of the hallway and the sturdy ornate door that lay there, all too far away.
The footsteps to his left quickened in perfect time, even driving him to go faster by practically breaking into a run. There were fewer people around now, fewer eyes, and not even the couple guards perched on the nearby balconies could put them off as their usually perfect lord-and-servant act melted away, step by step.
Is everything a competition with this guy?
Lance thought through a smirk, already knowing the answer. It had been the first remark he’d ever made about the fiery black-haired stableboy, and the thought was never far from his mind when Keith was nearby.
The two men all but collided with the bedchamber door as they reached it, heaving it inward and shouldering each other into the warmly-lit apartment.
“That the fastest you could move, Kogane? I’ve seen you push yourself harder when you—”
“Lance.” Keith growled, nodding his head at the still-very-much-open door as he moved to shut it behind the two of them. “I know you don’t think people are paying that much attention, but they’ve got ears. Give me a sec.”
Despite his tone, Keith’s voice was light, well used to scolding his prince, and his smirk remained from their impromptu race. He held the door slightly ajar as he poked his head outside to scan the hallway, silence descending on the room.
One day. One day, none of this is going to matter. I’m gonna carry him here myself and stare down anyone that wants it.
Lance settled for taking in the view instead, getting a nice shot of the other boy’s rear as he leaned through the doorway. He edged closer, unable to resist, already feeling his half-boner from earlier reaching full mast.
“Keith. Do you hear that?” He whispered.
“What?”
SMACK.
Keith yelped and jumped halfway past the door at the shock and crack of Lance’s hand making contact with his ass, then tumbled backwards to get out of sight as quickly as possible. The slam of the door in front of him coincided precisely with Keith’s head spinning around to glare at Lance, now sporting the biggest grin his face could muster.
Oh shit.
Even now, Lance couldn’t keep the grin from his face.
“You’re dead, do you hear me? Tonight’s the night I finally commit regicide.” Keith carped, advancing slowly on the prince. Even though his eyes were indignant, the even sharper colour on his cheeks betrayed a deeper feeling about the matter.
“Oh come on, kitten, you know you couldn’t kick my ass in my own turf.” He teased, gesturing around the room.
They both knew he could though, that he had. Their secret sparring sessions predated their secret… other sessions. And while Lance patted himself on the back knowing he could hold his own against Keith most of the time, the memory of those early days of bruised skin and bruised pride lived fresh in his mind.
“Are you really gonna waste a good night by making me fight to deflower you?” Lance cooed, though he took a few steps back in the direction of the king-sized bed. “Worried if you go down too easy they’ll all be talking about it? That you’ll be known as a slutty royal bedwarmer? That they’ll know you fawn over the charming Prince Lance’s swor—”
He knew what was coming, and reached out his arms as Keith threw himself forward at maximum force. For the second time in the past few minutes, he and Keith were tumbling backwards. Lance’s laughter rang through the room all the way.
Hot damn, the best nights always start with this.
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The worst nights always start with this.
Keith mused internally, thinking quickly as he grappled with the cocky tan-skinned idiot against the bed post.
Well, that might be a bit harsh. But Lance’s aforementioned cockiness was always at its most obnoxious when his competitive side was riled. The drinks they’d had at the feast weren’t helping either. Even then though, Lance seemed more animated than normal. More determined.
The Prince was making a real effort to get the better of him, even on one knee using his leg to spin Keith around and press him against the raised edge of the bed, leaving Keith sitting right up against it.
Where’d he learn that one?
“That’s right honeycup, you might kick my ass plenty of nights, but I’m putting you in your place this time. Gonna give you the royal treatment.”
That’s one of the things Keith loved most about Lance – he never tried to cover up any time he was bested at something, which, admittedly, wasn’t all that common when everything was said and done. He was humble, and that was a change from what Keith normally experienced in his life, especially working in and around the castle.
But humility was taking a backseat in his lover’s eyes right now, that was clear. The dark look ignited by fire and growing lust brooked no argument. And that was fine with Keith.
“Thought you’d try something right there during the feast, in front of everyone, the way you were eye-fucking me.” Keith breathed, intending it as a kind of tease but pivoting halfway to a whine as the sentence wore on.
“Oh, I was considering it.” Lance growled back. “You looked so fucking good sitting down the hall, Keith, the light on your face. Out of your work clothes for once.”
He emphasised his words by leaning into his lover, nuzzling his neck and starting to suck and kiss his way across that pale skin.
“Better than any of the fancy lords and ladies around me. Couldn’t take my eyes off you.” Lance continued.
I mean, come on, how could that not bring colour to Keith’s cheeks? Nobody had ever spoken to him in his life like that, before he met Lance. Before he caught his eye that day in the stables. And listen, he knows Lance can talk the talk when it comes to wooing would-be lovers. But to his knowledge, he’s never heard the prince speak to any man or woman in this way, so familiar and adoring and gone. It makes Keith feel things deep down that he can’t even put words to.
He moans keenly as Lance continues his attentions, moving to the other side of his neck and up along his jawline. His arms around his lover’s neck tighten as all his most sensitive spots are skilfully honoured, like a flower being made to bloom.
“Fuck, Lance. So good…” His words are clipped and sloppy, slipping out between gasps and even more sultry moans, each of which only serves to encourage the prince making love to his neck.
He’s taken by surprise when two hands suddenly grip his buttocks from below, before hoisting him up into Lance’s arms. Within seconds, he’s brought face-to-face with the prince’s lust-lidded eyes and his blown-out lips.
Huh, strong.
“Hey.” Lance says, the goofiest kind of smile plastered on his face.
“Hey.” Keith breathes out, still collecting himself from the absolute killer job his royal rival seems to be managing so far this evening.
Lance regards him for another few long seconds, just admiring the view by all appearances. It has Keith wanting to squirm in his arms, to get things moving again.
“Who were you chatting with down at the stables today?”
Lance’s grin failed slightly as he asked the question, and Keith’s mind was lifted from his horny thoughts almost as quickly as he was lifted into his lover’s arms moments before.
“What?” He replies.
“The stables, earlier. I saw you from a window hanging around with some armoured guy. Looked like a knight maybe, but he wasn’t facing me. You two seemed… pretty close. With the hugs, and the laughing, and everything. Look, it’s fine if— shhh no, let me finish!”
Keith’s just furrowed his brow and closed his mouth, the words dying on his tongue. God damn this boy.
“I just want to say that it’s fine if you have someone else, okay? I mean, I’m not thrilled about it, but it’s not like you haven’t seen me flirt with half the court at this point.”
“Only half?” Keith interrupted, his eyebrows raised in the amusement overtaking his features.
“What I’m trying to say is, I get it. You deserve to be treated right, openly, and if I can’t give you that right now then you should find someone who can and—”
Okay, this has to stop. He’s going to break my heart if he keeps going on like this.
“Lance.”
“Yeah?”
“That guy you saw. His name’s Shiro.”
“Okay.” Lance seemed to consider the name.
“He’s a great guy, and he’s been there for me a lot.” Keith goes on, trying to keep his face straight.
“Oh.”
“He’s been around before you, before I even started working in the stables.”
“Uh, huh. I see.”
With each sentence, Lance’s face seems to become more crestfallen, with just a tinge of bitterness. His arms, still holding Keith up, is gradually tightening their grip.
“He’s also my brother.” He finishes.
About twelve emotions flash across Lance’s face at that, ranging from confused and disbelieving, to pondering, joy, and eventually cringing.
“Oh my god. Your brother.” He bites out, eyes closed.
“Yep.”
“Who you’re related to.” He says.
“That’s how it works.” Keith replies, chuckling.
"How did I not know this??" Lance yelps, producing full-blown laughter from Keith.
Lance huffs out a breath, then opens his eyes to look at Keith with a weary smirk, as he laughs on.
“Yeah, yeah, all right. You know what…” Lance mutters, smiling himself, and hefts Keith onto the bed properly. “I take back what I said. You’re all mine and I’m not sharing.”
This boy.
“Oh no? Because even if Shiro wasn’t a rival lover come to take me from you, I still get plenty attention from some of the guys around here.” Keith replies, a challenge.
“I’ll have them thrown in the dungeon. Or sent to the frozen north. Or assigned to hunt trolls for the rest of their lives. You’re mine…” He continues. He’s definitely slipping back into his old skin now.
Lance starts to crawl over Keith, the latter backing up along the covers as he prowls forward.
“My cute stableboy. My kitten…” He’s getting closer now, leaning down to really get into Keith’s space as he starts a slow grind of their lower torsos together. “My whore.”
Keith can’t take it anymore, presses his face up to smash their lips together. It’s messy, their mouths ravishing every part of each other’s, their hands pawing the other’s body needily, desperately. Despite it all, Lance is keeping his cool a lot better than Keith – maybe to make up for that pretty hilarious misstep earlier – and his prince’s weight on top of him, pushing him into the plush mattress, is kindling a fire deep within Keith.
He starts to wiggle out of his leather pants, kicking off his boots while he does so, and helped by Lance along the way, who also starts making quick work of his own much nicer clothes. The sight of the prince’s finery being tossed into a heap either side of the bedframe will always be charming to Keith; because Lance cares about his clothes. But he cares more about having him.
“All yours.” Keith mutters, looking up at Lance’s toned body as his shirt and last piece of clothing off to the righthand side.
“Damn right you are. Want me to teach you just how much?” The dark look in Lance’s eyes leaves Keith in no doubt as to how rough they’re going to go this evening.
Keith nods in response, giving himself entirely to Lance this time.
Been too long since I really let go. Plus it’s not often he gets this possessive, or at least this vocal about it.
Because, yeah, Keith has been a poor servant for all of his young life so far, just shy of 24 years. It’s something he’s rebelled against internally and chafed at whenever he has to show deference to some puffed-up noble, even if most of those in this particular court are relatively decent. But something about acting like Lance’s property – his prince’s property – has Keith hot and bothered in a way he always cringes thinking about. Letting Lance do anything he wants to him, it just lets him surrender to another’s authority in a safe way that he can’t manage outside this bedchamber. With his dignity intact at the end of it.
And he’s talked about this with Lance before, oh they’ve had plenty of deep meaningful conversations about all the shit that mars both of their lives. And it works.
“That’s what I like to see. Flip that ass over, sweetheart.”
“Let’s skip the foreplay. Wanna get to the main event.” Keith whines, but obeys in flipping over onto his stomach, raising his bare end for his prince to do as he pleases.
“We’ll get there, don’t you worry. Don’t think for a second we’re skimping on any of the prep work though. Besides – I enjoy it way too much.” Lance cooed with a wink, Keith glaring at him impatiently through a side-eye, face in the velvet sheets.
His anticipation built steadily as Lance retrieved a glass jar of lubricant from underneath the bedframe, un-popping the cork to dip his long fingers inside and scoop out a thick glob of viscous fluid.
There had been too much waiting this evening already for Keith’s liking, so it came as an electrifying relief when he finally felt those two glorious fingers make contact with his rim, spreading the lube up and down the length of his crack and around his entrance like a massage.
“That’s it, baby, just relax. ‘m here to take care of you now.” Lance soothed, just as his fingers finally breached his hole, punching a filthy whine out of the boy below him. Keith could only arch his back and beg needily.
“More Lance… please… Just a little… more…” He moaned, desperately.
In response, the prince bent his fingers at juuust the angle to make Keith absolutely keen. That bundle of nerves deep inside his hole is electrified with each burst of pressure against it. Keith can see lights.
The constant stimulation of those fingers as they pressed deeper was heavenly, but not nearly enough. Even the addition of a third digit failed to completely scratch that itch that had been peaking for hours. All the while, a chorus of fucked-out noises continue spilling from his mouth, too many too quickly to even keep track of, even if Lance probably is.
“You’re so beautiful, baby. So handsome. The most valuable thing in this room, in this whole castle.”
And, okay, maybe Keith has something of a praise kink, which he discovered when they both started seeing each other. Or maybe he’s just got a Lance-kink, and whatever Lance says just gets him there. He’s never been turned off by the guy so far.
Fuck, but he’s close, even just from this. From the slit of his eyes, he can see Lance touching himself as well, giving several hard pumps to his annoyingly (amazingly) huge member. This isn’t how they’re getting off tonight though, they’re going all the way. He’s going to make sure of it.
“Enough Lance – fuck – take me already! Need you so bad.” He gulps. “Need all of that inside me, right now – ngh.”
Lance chuckles in response. “My baby is so impatient tonight, god damn. We’ve got nowhere to be, Keith. Why don’t you just let me take you apart?”
His fixed gaze on the length of Lance’s erection is answer enough. The prince slows his movements down to a slow rub of Keith’s insides, his other hand stroking his own length.
“Just too much of a slut for my cock, looks like to me. Isn’t that right? Feels wrong to get off on anything but this bad boy when it’s on offer.” Lance wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
What would make his eyes roll at literally any other time has him clenching around Lance’s three fingers involuntarily. After a second to let the shooting pleasure subside, he shoots back.
“You’re used to getting everything – hng – everything you want when you want it, my prince, if… if I come right now, I swear I’m finished for the night. You’ll have to take care of… that, all by yourself. And that’s no fun at all.”
Keith’s bluffing for the most part. He’s so far gone tonight he could easily manage multiple orgasms. Lance might know it too. But even the threat of it seems to persuade the tan princeling, who bites his lip and seems to slow the pumping strokes being delivered to his manhood.
“Fine. But we’ll see who’s done with who by the end of this. Gonna have you begging for more when I’m done with you, just you watch.” Lance states.
“Yeah, yeah, ye—” Keith begins, cut off swiftly as Lance removes his fingers from Keith’s still-fluttering hole and delivers another slap to his cheeks for good measure. The shiver it sends up his lover’s spine as the shot of pain cuts through the empty feeling inside him must give Lance a perfect view of Keith arching his back filthily. He’s offering himself up on a plate at this point.
That combination of spectacle and the accompanying moans must be having an effect on Lance; he can hear the prince muttering adorations under his breath positions himself behind Keith, gripping his cheeks and hips firmly to hold him in place.
“Can’t believe I get to make a mess of this meal. ‘s is the real feast, fuck.” He borderline-whispers, fondling the firm, but soft, flesh of Keith’s buttocks with his thumbs.
This man’s going to be the death of me.
The friction which comes from Lance finally sliding his cock up the length of Keith’s ass crack, briefly catching on his quivering rim, has both boys shuddering with the onset of pleasure. His entire lower half his abuzz, all his nerve endings firing, as Lance reaches around with one hand to grip Keith’s own leaking dick.
"No… no cumming until I say so, okay? That’s a command.” Lance speaks softly, leaning forward and resting his chin on Keith’s back so he can be heard. “You’re here for my pleasure tonight first, and I’m gonna make sure you deliver. You ready to be a good little cocksleeve for your prince?”
Fuck yes he is.
“Y-yes… yes…”
“Say it, boy. Say you want me to fuck you into the royal mattress. Say you want to offer yourself to me completely.” Lance’s cock is pressing against Keith’s hole now, that weak pressure occupying so much of his attention and desire that he’d probably say just about anything in that moment. His prince is everything.
“YES! Y-yesss, Lance… my prince… plea-ease…” His last words melt into a soaring moan as Lance sinks into him in one long thrust, punching all the air out of his lungs in the process, and matched by a grunted whimper from Lance himself. The weight of Lance’s body has him indeed sinking into the mattress, his ass still high in the air – and now gloriously filled.
The sheer sensation of Lance bottoming out inside of him feels like a religious experience, it always does, and has jets of pleasure spiking through Keith’s torso all the way to his brain and back. For a few moments, he can’t focus on a single thing except how fucking amazing it feels having Lance all the way up into his insides. His drooling into the sheets matches the leaking from his cock, Lance having kept his grip on it while thrusting in.
Both men pause for what feels like a small eternity as they get used to the sensation of Lance bottoming out. They’ve done this before, plenty of times in fact, but it never seems to lose its novelty. Never fails to reduce Keith to a whimpering mess within seconds. It’s so good, he isn’t even embarrassed after the fact.
“…exactly what I want. So – ngh – warm and welcoming. Opening right up for me like that. ‘nd just listen to you…” Keith only catches some of the things Lance is saying, his brain is so fried.
But the noises coming out of him must be gods-forsakenly slutty if it has Lance commenting them even muffled as they are in the sheets. His prince is no stranger to the filthy sounds Keith makes at times like this.
“L-Lance… Lance… La-ance…” he blubbers, still riding that high of Lance sinking in, even has he starts to pull out slowly to do it again. Time seems to stretch supernaturally at times like this.
“I know, babe, I know.” Lance replies. He grunts as he sinks in for the second him, his free hand now taking up position in Keith’s hair. It has Keith squirming in anticipation for what’s coming.
“But are you ready to put your ass where your mouth is? You were talking some big talk earlier.” Lance seems to be getting himself back under control faster than Keith (he hasn’t taken Lance’s pretty huge cock in a while, okay?) and times his words with his deep, slow thrust into Keith’s heat.
Keith can only whimper in response, shaking his hips to chase his prince’s erection with his face pinned to the covers, trying to increase the pace. He needs more. More friction, more fullness, more Lance.
“I need your bords, baby. Fuck – need you to tell me what you want. You ready to get ruined, Keith? Yeah?” Even as he says it, Lance is picking up the pace. But Keith knows he won’t really give them what they both want until Keith asks. Borderline begs. That’s the tone of the evening, apparently. Keith can even the score some other time.
“…hnng… yes, your highness… fuck! God, yes! Make me yours… p-please.”
He means it too. Wants Lance to claim him, inside and out, and stuff him full of his proof of that. And maybe, deep down, his need for that comes from the secrecy of their relationship, and the desire to have all of Lance in private if he can’t have any of him in public. But he really doesn’t have the neural bandwidth to process stuff that weighty right now.
“Something too big and weighty already taking up all your thoughts.” He can hear Lance saying in his head. Fuck, but he’s even finishing Lance’s sentences now, isn’t he?
“Oh you’ve got it, ruby red. You won’t be able to think about anybody else after I’m done.”
And that’s all the warning Keith gets before Lance’s hand in his hair, pressing him down, before a firm grip. The slight sting in his scalp feels amazing as Lance pulls his head back slightly and begins to set a truly punishing pace.
The feeling is just as overwhelming as that first time being filled, even if it’s different in all the other ways. Lance is a master and tenderness and gentility, but no-one can wring the screams and groans out of him with the snapping of his hips like he can.
“YESS Lance! Don’t fucking stop!” He screams. Not for the first time, Keith hopes the windows and doors are sufficient to block the sounds emanating from their lovemaking.
The repeated feeling of Lance’s length burying itself into Keith’s passage, along with the pumping hand on his dick and the gripping hand in his hair, really has him going. At some point – Keith sure as hell isn’t keeping track of time – Lance pulls Keith’s hair back further, drawing him right up and off the bed so that his back is pressed flush against Lance’s toned chest.
The new angle allows the prince to pin that sweet spot inside Keith that even he can’t always reach, ramming his prostate so thoroughly and so often that Keith can see stars dance across his vision and behind his eyelids.
Lance’s holds Keith across the chest with the arm that was pulling his head, their two sweaty bodies stuck together as the rough pace is kept up.
Every minute that passes, he’s reaching new heights of ecstasy, exchanging more and more dirty talk with his royal lover; promises and curses and terms of affection and lust that will be forgotten in the heat of their moment, but might just come up again later. All of it whispered right into each other’s ears, their faces so close together as they hug and fuck simultaneously. When Lance isn’t spilling praise onto Keith, he’s kissing and lightly biting the back of his neck and shoulders, leaving marks along the length of Keith’s neckline.
"My ruby boy... heh... most handsome jewel in the kingdom..."
The intimacy is almost too much for him, almost has Keith wanting to jump out of his skin.
“Love breeding you like this, Keith… just wanna – ngh – paint your insides.” Lance whispers, eliciting a whimper from the boy in his arms. He knows half the kingdom would quite literally kill to be in his position right now.
“D-do it then, Lance. ‘m so close…” Keith manages to reply, almost drowned out by the wet slapping of Lance having his ways with Keith’s ass.
“You f—first, baby. Lemme fuck you through it. Be a good whore and… and come for me.” He huffs.
And Keith does. Couldn’t hold back if he wanted to.
The climax tears through every fibre of his being, starting in his hole but speeding out to his limbs, to the top of his painfully-hard cock. His toes curl as wave upon wave of orgasmic bliss drive every speck of higher intelligence from his mind, reduced to a mess impaled on his prince’s shaft; Lance holds him through the entire thing, pumping Keith’s own penis furiously until he shoots white ropes all over the bedspread before them, wave after wave.
Halfway through, he can feel Lance’s own orgasm roll over him. Burying his face in Keith’s neck desperately, he slows the movement of his hips to short, staggering thrusts deep into his lover’s insides. The sensation of Lance’s seemingly-endless cum bucketing into his guts is just another one of the many forces assailing Keith’s lust-drunk mind.
One final thrust has Lance holding himself inside Keith, squeezing him hopelessly as his final discharge is shot into the black-haired stableboy. Lance’s own orgasm seems to draw out his, and Keith can feel powerful but intermittent spears of pleasure still piercing him for a full half-minute afterwards as they come down from their high.
The sensitivity of Keith’s asshole is still stimulated by Lance seated in there, causing him to grit his teeth and flutter around the prince’s cock. Lance, for his part, slowly lowers them both onto the end of the bed, away from the mess from Keith’s climax.
Never gonna get tired of the size of this bed. Keith thinks, smiling stupidly to himself while still hazy from one of the best orgasms of his life.
“Lovin’ the room over here.” Lance says, echoing Keith’s thoughts, his voice still sounding shaky.
They’re both facing each other on the sheets now, Keith’s head slightly above Lance’s with the latter still inside him. After lowering them down, Lance’s arms instinctively pulled Keith in close again, with the result that their noses are almost touching. The candles are dimmer now - how long were they at it? - and the light from the moon outside the open windows mostly held sway.
“Heh y-yeah and—ugh—” The hoarseness of his voice has him coughing for a second. Lance just chuckles.
“You were crying out pretty loud back there, kitten, ‘m not surprised you’re sore. Kinda surprised too the guards didn’t come, not gonna lie. How would they help me if you were some busty assassin?” Lance contemplates, sounding slightly earnest in his concern.
Keith just rolls his eyes while knocking out another cough, trying to overcome the raw feeling in his throat.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. I can clearly handle myself.” He winks, kisses Keith’s nose, and rolls his hips into Keith for effect, with the result that they both grimace at the twitching sensitivity.
“You talk too much, your highness.” Keith rasps, leaning forward to meet Lance’s lips with his own. What might have been rough and desperate before their fuck is pure sugar now, and the slow makeout session that ensues is entirely just them trying to get more of each other.
Their tongues slide slowly within their mouths, caressing the other’s and creating wet smacking sounds that echo minutely around the room. After several minutes, Keith pulls the prince head back gently.
“I may be just a stablehand, but next time you better put your tongue in me before your dick, got it?” Keith intones.
Lance raises his eyebrows, his usual smirk plastered across his face.
“Can do, baby.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Hahah, suuure. And why can’t you be the one to kiss me first, huh?”
“If I’m ever ‘taking’ you again, then sure. But if you’re going to play the powerful prince, then you better treat me right, my liege.” Keith shoots back playfully, eyes lidded.
“Pfff, you wanted it rough and fast, don’t you lie. I’ll always give you what you want whether you know it or not. ‘s what you love about me.” Lance states.
Keith responds weakly, syrupy, his eyes still slightly glossed over. “Yeah. It is.”
The blush creeping up Lance’s already-flushed face is definitely worth all the teasing; his eyes wide as he starts up slightly from the bed to look down at Keith.
“Did you just–” he begins.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Keith cuts him off.
“Nope, nuh-uh, you aren’t getting away like that. You don’t get to half say that!” Lance’s insistence is so innocent, undermined somewhat by the fact that his softening cock is still halfway inside Keith. You’d swear he hadn’t just been fucking Keith’s brains out not five minutes before.
“Guess you’ll just have to remind me what I was thinking about. Bring me back to my train of thought.” Keith responds, all sultry, his head still lying on the sheets. The twitch of interest of Lance’s now not-softening cock says all it needs to. The prince himself just furrows his eyebrows, before relenting.
“Suppose I did say I’d give you what you wanted whenever.” He says, leaning down to Keith’s face one again. “But you know what? I think you should do all the work this time. Think I’m just gonna lie her and watch you bounce.” He steals one rolling kiss from Keith’s reddening face before separating again.
“So I’m doing all the work inside and outside the bedroom? Tut tut, spoiled prince.”
Lance almost shrieks in offence, gripping Keith by the hips and pulling him on top of Lance’s naked body as he leans against the end of the bedpost.
Keith chuckles the entire time, which quickly becomes laughter, which spreads to Lance. Laughter eventually gives way to round two, however, as it always does.
God, I love this man.
Keith confesses to himself, and before the night is done, in the dark hours of night, to his prince as well.