Keith’s extremely anxious for his first time bottoming

He has some control issues. He’s got some walls up. He doesn’t like being vulnerable, alright? He likes to lead. Likes to be in charge. To be able to get up and leave quickly. It feels safer. Feels like he’s more protected

But lance has come smashing through all his barriers. Shattered that protective layer around his heart and burrowed inside

So needless to say, Keith is weak to lance

When they get physical, lance doesn’t really hesitate. Keith says he’s a top and lance eagerly bottoms

Despite only being with women before, lance takes to it like a champ. He’s eager to explore and learn. Never hesitates. Just puts himself on display. Opens himself up to Keith. Welcomes him in- drags him in- pulls him in— until Keith is drowning on lance lance lance

He teaches Keith how to take it slow. How to pace himself. How to hit deep and slow. He teaches Keith that sex can be soft. That it can be tender. That it doesn’t have to be hard and fast to be good. That it can be done and gentle and comforting

He might have cried once, but that’s beside the point

No, wait, that’s /exactly/ the point.

The point is that he’s weak to lance McClain

So when Lance shyly approaches the subject of Keith bottoming— all nervous, unable to make eye contact, but so adorably hopeful, then uncertain, laughing it off in that self deprecating way when Keith didn’t say anything— Keith of course says he’ll try

Says it even before he really realizes what he’s agreeing to

Doesn’t really sink in until they’re both bare and he’s laid out on his back with Lances mouth latched onto his neck and Lances slick fingers pressed against his ass

And Keith tenses. Goes rigid and still as stone. And lance stops immediately. Whispers softly against his neck, all sorts of encouragements and praises. Voice low and soothing, so gentle and patient

Keith slowly relaxes, slowly melts into the bed, legs slowly falling open

But lance doesn’t continue, just touches and teases at the pucker, kissing Keith slow and deep until he’s dizzy with it, fingers digging into Lances shoulders and weakly— brokenly— rashly asking lance to just get on with it

He’s so patient. So gentle. And it’s... uncomfortable. Almost painful at first. It’s weird... but... god there’s just /something/ about Lances fingers. Some sort of magic. Because after a while— after he loosenes up and relaxes into it— it starts to feel good

Really good.

Way better than he ever thought it would.

And once he starts to get into it— moaning softly and rolling his hips down to meet Lances fingers— lance picks up the pace, picks up the tease, is merciless

Until Keith is writhing— panting— clutching lance tight and harshly whispering things he never thought he’d say

“Fuck me— /fuck/ lance— just fuck me already— I want it, I’m ready— stop— oh my god you’re such a fucking tease, if your dick isn’t in me in the next 30 seconds—“

And it’s

It’s beautiful, really.

The pleasure of it is, of course, incredible. Lance is a fantastic lover. He watches Keith, adjusts for him, pays attention to what feels good. Even when teetering on the edge of his own orgasm, he’s focusing solely on Keith

But it’s more than the pleasure

It’s the way lance has ripped apart his walls. It’s the way lance holds him, like he never wants to let go, even long after they’ve cum. It’s how he looks at Keith— awed and aching fond and full of sparks and heat and shit Keith can’t name

It’s how...

It’s how Keith is able to give up control. Its how, even tho he’s feared this, he never once hesitated when it was lance. How he trusts lance to take care of him- during and after.

Trusts him to stay.

And it’s in the quiet moments after, when Lance is panting against his collarbones, collapsed on top of him, not wanting to pull out, holding Keith tight as Keith’s hand rub up and down his back... that Keith realizes why he’s so weak to lance

He’s weak to Lance because he trusts Lance with his heart

And... being vulnerable isn’t so bad when Lance is there to catch him, to hold him, to.... love him

So... he doesn’t mind bottoming much anymore. Not when he’s with Lance.

Not when lance is there to hold him- protect him- take care of him- catch him so keith doesn’t have to fear letting go

He still likes being in charge tho.

Finds a whole new perspective being in control with a dick in his ass, seated upon it like a throne while Lances arms are tied to the headboard.

Keith smirks.

Rises up and sinks down nice and slow, watches Lances face twist in pleasure, mouth hung silently open, fists curled and arms flexing in vain.

Yeah, he doesn’t mind it slow, and he doesn’t mind bottoming