I love thinking about how powerful lance's thrusts would be when he's REALLY getting into it, railing keith into the next century. keith's face is turned to the side as he's fucked further into the mattress, pleasured tears soaking the sheets, and all he can do is drool and wail.

it's not even that lance is pent up. no, he's just in the mood to wreck keith. lance snaps his hips forward, so that his thick cock can get in deep, groaning at the sight of his cock splitting keith open and the /heat/ surrounding his cock; it'll be a miracle if the neighbours—

dont hear the harsh, obscene sound of their skin slapping, but they're definitely going to hear the headboard slamming against the wall and the squeak of the mattress... lance doesn't even let keith breathe when he comes untouched, and just fucks his sobbing boyfriend through—

his orgasm until his own hits. when lance comes, he fucks his load in as far as possible, and when he pulls out and flips keith over, he enjoys the sight of keith coated in drool, sweat, and cum, eyes glazed over, completely dazed, and on the brink of passing out for an eternity.