It was his day to wash the dishes, at least, it was supposed to be.
And yet, Keith's splayed out on one of the many kitchen counters in the castle ship instead, eyes wet with tears, and slick trickling down the inside of his trembling thighs as his pussy is split open.
He can hear a pleased sound behind him as hands slide down to knead over and smack his surely jiggling ass, his cheeks being rolled in rough circles, clenched tightly by his boyfriend's greedy fingers.
If Keith weren't focusing so hard on breathing properly, he'd scoff at his boyfriend's antics. Always the ass man.
The feel of being fondled gets quickly overtaken when a particular thrust pulls a gasp from Keith's throat, the familiar ache of fat cock knocking deep and hard into the back of his tight, wet cunt.
Lance's hip bones dig tight to his heated flesh, and Keith embarrassingly finds himself pushing his body back to meet his boyfriend's thrusts as his pussy throbs hard, even as he shakes his head frantically, panting.
"Lance," he growls out, hoping it doesn't come off as fucked out as he actually feels. More threatening and less 'I'm getting my guts brutally rearranged'.
"Someone will s-see— ah, no , ah-!"
He does not need to get caught bent over another common area and lectured again.
But still Keith finds himself on the balls of his feet, toes curled almost painfully against the cold kitchen floor. His heels never quite meet the ground, not with the swing of Lance's hips, the drive of that cock jostling him up and forward on the counter each time, lewd, slick noises of his pussy practically slurping up cock echoing in the room.
They're so loud he fears that someone down the hall could hear the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin if they were to walk by.
His shoulders shake where they're bunched together, his arms twisting to brace himself and stop from headbutting the wall as he fogs up the marble like counter, panting and moaning. Keith's brows tighten in a desperate, hopeless expression, his mouth open wide in a drawn out moan, drooling.
He could easily shove Lance off, but it just feels too damn good.
"Yeah?" Lance is starting to breathe a bit heavier, fingers curling at each side of the fat of his hips as he hammers greedily into the tight give of Keith's hole. "And what'll they see, baby?"
"Ah—ah, uhh—"
"Come on."
Tears blurry his vision as noisy, wet whines continue to slip from him, shaped like vague syllables of denials or pleas for—for something. For more, for less, for mercy, he doesn't even fucking know anymore, only knows that his lover is fucking him so good he can't even talk straight, let alone form a single thought that isn't about how good and full that stupidly big cock is making his pussy feel.
He cries at his shameful need, hole hot and sensitive, dribbles of slick dripping down quivering thighs and onto the floor. Keith can no longer hold back from shoving his ass back to meet Lance, from doing his best to properly present himself, to be fucked and filled.
The pounding is making his ass sting from the constant slap of Lance's body into his and his legs cramp from tensing up. His cunt will be sore for days, body bruised for weeks.
A sudden sharp bite of pain and pleasure tears a cry out of him, his head flinging up as his back bows and knees knock together, before he hears the smack! of flesh on flesh, the crack of bones snapping together. His boyfriend plunders his depths with that fat cockhead, and Keith can feel the pressure, the dull churn of his inner walls straining around too big cock and Lance just—
Stills. Stops thrusting completely. Keeps his dick buried nice and deep, filling up every inch.
"C'mon babe," he circles his hips, a dirty grind that has Keith's body instinctively scrambling forward because fuck it's so deep, only to be pulled back again so hard that his ass ripples from the impact. "Don't make me repeat myself," Lance teases right behind his ear.
"Tell me, what'll they see?"
A single, tiny noise, somewhere between a moan and a squeak, escapes Keith's throat before it seizes shut. He chokes on the words. "U-Uh-us….."
His boyfriend tsks behind him, hips still rolling in deliciously rhythmic, punishing circles, grinding up against his cervix— and Keith's eyes cross, mouth opening in a pleasured shout.
It hurts.
It feels like fucking heaven.
Fuck he's starting to lose his mind.
When Keith doesn't say anything Lance takes a fistful of his hair, yanking him until he's pulled taut, bent almost painfully up off the kitchen counter. "Words, sweetheart," Lance grunts in his ear.
Keith hands scramble uselessly to grip onto something, to ground himself, but finds nothing, sobbing. His entire body is drawing taut, trembling and clutching around the cock tearing up his insides. "You—" he wheezes out, pathetic, eyes looking blearily up at the ceiling, drunk on cock. "T-they'll see you f-fucking me…"
"That's right." The other man laughs, pleased. He lets Keith's hair go, and it's then that he doesn't realize just how little control he had of his body until he flops down almost bonelessly onto the table. His body given totally up to Lance.
"And what's wrong with me nailing our precious team leader's pretty pussy when he's been so damn good?" And suddenly he drags back only to snap his hips forward, retaking the fucking with vigor. Keith starts wailing then, hands scrambling over the counter and he comes, climax hitting him as abruptly as the thrusts searing into his pussy again.
"Lance!" His voice surges high and drags low under the force of those blows, his body faltering as he squirts around the unforgiving pace of his boyfriend's fucking.
And Keith craves it desperately— the love, the praise, the filthy fuck of it all. He'd been stressed the last couple of weeks and his boyfriend reads him like a damn open book each time, knowing exactly what he wants, what he needs.
The shattering of his denial takes form with every wet sob, every wavering moan, drool trickling down his chin from his open mouth. Any pretense of this not being something he wants washes away with the brutal honesty of how his gushing pussy greedily takes thick cock with aching familiarity.
"Fuck, you feel so good Keith," Lance groans, lips at Keith's ear, licking and biting at the shell of it. His whole body presses up against the back of Keith's as he desperately humps away at his cunt like a damn dog in a rut, chasing its release with a strong urge to breed. "Pussy so damn good, could fuck you forever."
Keith's poor cunt can't do anything but yield, his entire being becoming nothing but where he's being fucked open and stuffed full. It's like Lance is yanking his guts out every time he pulls his thick cock out and out and out, only to shove them back in when he fills Keith completely again.
Keith groans, his eyes starting to lose focus; he sounds as gutted as he feels.
The fuck is like it always is with them, deep, and almost unforgiving—a pace that cleaves his poor cunt open but keeps him so full, pounding in over and over and over, getting Keith so sloppy and eager for it that each thrust has his pussy making embarrassingly nasty, squelching sounds.
But it's nothing but music to Lances ears, a reminder on how good he's giving it, of how good Keith takes it. A guarantee that he'll be limping the following day.
"Award-winning pussy, goddamn," Lance sighs like he's in heaven, and before Keith knows it his thrusts start to grow faster and harder, somehow deeper still, creeping up into the back of his throat. Lance continues to brutally fuck him through his orgasm, pussy spraying over and over, thighs shaking uncontrollably.
"Lance," Keith whines. Begs. It's the only word he knows. Clawing the wall in front of him, the counter, knees scrapping and hitting each other, legs still shaking violently from his orgasm that he doesn't think has even stopped.
His hole feels like it's on fucking fire, so over sensitive, and he can't seem to breathe properly without his pussy clenching all up around the harsh drag of thick cock stretching his insides. With each pathetic inhale he can feel the tightness weighing heavy in his gut.
"Lance," He's full out crying now, a mix of drool and tears making a mess of his flushed face. "Please," he cries out, high pitched and whiny. "I can't— I— ah! Uh, uhh—!"
"I know, I know, just a little more sweetheart," Lance grunts from behind him, hands tightening around his hips as he continues to bully his way into Keith's messy pussy. His hole is clamping down hard, and it forces Lance to fuck him even harder. "Feel so good, can't wait to fill you up. Gonna have you fucking dripping with my come."
Keith's hole clenches tight at that, earning a pleasured moan from Lance, who keeps ramming into his spasming cunt. He's getting closer, but not close enough, and they need to wrap it up before they're caught.
It's time to pull out the big guns.
With a shaking hand Keith reaches back and pulls at one of his ass cheeks, spreading them apart, exposing where their bodies meet. He hears the sharp intake of breath and he knows when Lance sees it, knows that his eyes are zeroing in on the dark of his hard cock splitting open the pink of Keith's tight hole.
"D-do it," he somehow manages to whine out, voice raspy. And for the final touch, he turns his head to look back and ensures he locks eyes with his boyfriend, purple meeting blown out blue.
"Want your cum," Keith bites his lip, looking up at Lance with big, tear stained eyes.
"Please Lance," he moans high and reedy, clenches his pussy somehow tighter around that big dick for good measure.
"Knock me up, give me your babies—"
With a grunt, the final stroke of hips meeting ass claps sharply throughout the kitchen, all the louder for echoing in sudden, straining silence as Keith's voice cuts off with a cry. The broken sounds of his begging dies when Lance slams in deep and they both feel the burst of heat rushing deep inside his cunt in thick, potent gushes.
There's a lot, like always. It fills up his every recess, soaking the full of him, so much cum that it's seeping around Lance's cock, dripping back out, sliding down his pussy lips, and onto the floor.
One more load to the hundreds his boyfriend has already dumped into his pussy. Not that it matters, there's no way Keith can get pregnant thanks to whatever preventative magic Altean technology was given to them by a deeply disturbed Coran.
And yet, Keith thinks with a smirk, Lance still busts a load like it was their first time at the mention of filling Keith with his cum, of knocking him up. Lance thinks Keith doesn't know but oh, does he know. And there's nothing else that gets him going faster.
Keith's hums, pleasured, arching his back like a satisfied slut, while Lance holds him tight and grinds each pump of cum nice and deep inside his pussy.
"Ooh fuck," Lance grunts out. "Yeah… take my cum baby…" and Keith does, gladly accepting his hard-earned cum with thick, labored moans, toes digging at the floor and goosebumps filling his skin as he's bred full to bursting.
His head sways, legs trembling. His sloppy pussy clenches weakly. Fucking finally.
His body slumps slowly, laying heavy onto the cool counter and still struggling to regain his breath. Behind him Lance groans, powerful throbs easing off little by little as his liquid hot satisfaction spreads throughout Keith's insides, evidence of their coupling trickling white and frothy trails from his pussy down to his legs.
And the goosebumps turn into shivers, turns into a blush of disgraceful delight at what they did. In the fucking kitchen of all places. They're going to have to bleach the whole area in the morning. He swears some of his cum had somehow sprayed over a few of the utensils.
Poor Hunk is going to have a conniption when he finds out. They might need to just burn this kitchen down altogether.
"Lance..." Keith's words are slurred and breathless. Pleased and fucked out but laced with a promise to kick his boyfriend's ass into the next galaxy in their next training session. "I'm gonna… fucking… kill you."
Lance laughs in response, grinding his seed deeper into his boyfriend, milking his cock for all its worth in the tightness of Keith's sweet warmth.
Soon after he pulls out with a filthy pop, and Keith's entire body flushes when he feels his pussy being lewdly spread apart by Lance's thumbs, surely watching as thick globs of his cum drips out of Keith's pulsing, used up hole.
"Yeah, yeah," he purrs softly, giving Keith's ass a squeeze. And despite his annoyance Keith can't help but feel warmth burst in his chest when Lance leans in, placing chaste kisses at the side of his surely sweaty neck and trailing all the way up to the right of flushed cheek. "Love you too."
And when Keith can feel his legs again he does, in fact, kick his boyfriend's ass at the training deck.