#bottomkeithweek ;

day one
ft
-mirror sex
-choking
-edging

& #klance

keith adored lance's voice. when he spoke, when he sang, when he whispered sweet nothings. when he made frustrated sounds, pleased noises. it was a melody his ears were fond of. it was no surprise that he loved dirty talk because of it—the way lance had control over his voice

was simply captivating. it entranced him, made him melt with ease.

so when lance is in charge for the first time, it's unlike anything he'd experienced before.

demanding, unforgiving, in charge. hearing lance's voice in the most shiver-inducing of tones had keith feeling his

willpower falter, ready to do whatever this version of lance demanded of him.

"don't talk until i give you permission. you'll listen to what i say and do as i say. you're mine to play with, so i'll do as i please with you. understood?"

keith swallowed, nodding in response.

eyes meeting, a spark. the game had just begun, and the excitement had keith's body heat up at the prospect of being at lance's mercy completely. this lance was unforgiving, unpredictable. almost fear-inducing, a fear that had his heart racing and longing for more.

"good boy. on the bed, now. spread your legs and face the mirror for me."

a nod and keith found staring at himself in the mirror in front of their bed, lance sitting behind him, staring right at keith's reflection with dark eyes. keith's body was bare, embellished only by a

leather harness that wrapped around his chest, waist, thighs. cheeks flushed by light pink. a sight to behold, he was lance's pretty boy, as lance himself would remind him watching his reflection.

"i want you to play a game with me. i'll count. you touch yourself until i stop.

you're not allowed to cum until i tell you to. you'll be good for me, won't you? for your /own/ sake."

the threat sent a shiver down keith's spine, mind already drifting to what kind of sweet, wicked punishment lance would have in store for him if he slipped just a little...

no, no. focus, keith thought to himself. he'd be good for lance, it was just a game. how hard could it be?

"yessir."

keith could see the pleased smirk on lance's face from the mirror. he was really, /really/ invested in this game. they both were, by the looks of it. it made

it all the more exciting, how much it turned both of them on.

"good. i'll count to five. you can go as hard as you want, but you're not allowed to cum. /go/."

and the count began...

once, twice, thrice. adding five seconds with every count until lance reached twenty. counting slowly, watching keith turn into a whiny mess with every second that passed, so close, yet quickly deprived from bliss when forced to cease his strokes, dick twitching painfully at

every break interval.

"keep your eyes open, darling. look at yourself, you look gorgeous like this, all messy and needy."

and hell, those words went straight to his dick. okay, keith enjoyed praise too, and lance was so taking note of this.

"you're doing so well, sweetheart.

one more to go. going up to fifteen, you'll do the counting this time. i want you to give me a show worth watching. think you're capable?"

keith registered those words so clearly, despite his mind being so hazy with the thrill of the last count. but it's the reward—the build

up of pleasure waiting to be released—that kept him going.

he nods eagerly.

and so, a helpless keith starts to count, voice wavering, interrupted by gasps, groans, voice weakening halfway, stimulation being too much, him being so, /so/ close, his reflection practically exposed

how ruined he was already.

"louder. i can't hear you. you don't want me to start over, do you, darling?"

keith froze. it was only an instant, brain short-circuiting at the mention of starting over. but long enough to have lance's hands around his throat as he held him in place

from behind, pulling at his harness, skin under tingling with the pressure.

"seems like you need a little help here, hm? i'll count for you, love. keep touching yourself. you have ten seconds to cum for me."

"what? but that's not what you‐"

keith's words were interrupted by

the grip around his neck, squeezing just enough to make him slightly breathless.

he could see lance's reflection behind his, staring right at keith. eyes intense, menacing, practically devouring him. he felt like a prey, still in fear. it was a miracle he didn't melt right

there and then, but hell, lance had him so weak.

"i said /i/ will do the counting. go."

lance's voice rang in his ears, each second bringing him closer and closer to the edge, the grip around his neck slowly depriving him from oxygen, nearly blissed out by it all.

and oh, the moment keith's body gives out... back arching, tears rolling down his cheeks, legs shaky, the mess he makes on the bed and mirror, the gasps for air once he's released from lance's grip. all of it beautifully framed by the mirror in front of them. the sight will be

engraved in lance's mind for a long, /long/ time, just like lance's voice will be in keith's.