Lance's perfect ass appreciation NSFW thread for @caeseria_nsfw!! Canon setting/season 7
additional tags: confessions, rimming, maybe more we'll see!

Lance's ass is pressed up from the pillow he's stuffed under his hips. It's an odd way to sleep, thought Keith suspects Lance is still awake.

Keith himself is definitely not sleep. He's too busy running his eyes across Lance's silhouette, memorizing the curve of his ass.

He missed this sight. It's been a long time since he's had the luxury of looking at Lance in this vulnerable position. A long time since they were in the Castleship lounge after a mission. Keith leaning against the wall, Lance spawned out on the couch like a house pet.

It's different sharing a tent with him. There's no one else around to notice Keith's line of sight, forcing him to look away. He's just... staring... it calms him, steadies his breathing. No matter what happens - has happened - Lance's ass is still beautiful. Nothing will change

that fact. Not the future. Nothing.

This peace washes over Keith. He's suddenly glad he agreed to share a tent with Lance while the Lions recharge before the continue their trek back to Earth.

Keith huffs a silent chuckle remembering Lance arguing with Pidge.

"Why can't we

sleep inside the Lions while they charge?"

"Because they're in the equivalent of deep sleep mode, no life support systems."

"They're still a roof over our heads."

"No life support systems doesn't just mean no heat or power, it means no oxygen circulating."

Luckily Coran had an Altean tech for them to use. An object the size of a disc that, when activated, transformed into a portable sleeping space.

It was a pop-up tent...

Coran gave them pop-up tents...

Keith was planning on sleeping with Shiro, he wanted to make sure he was stable in his clone body, but Lance begged him to switch. Keith didn't think it was the best idea to spend the night in close proximity with his former crush...
"Keith, please don't leave sharing with Coran"

... but Lance was insistent.

This is okay though. Keith doesn't need to spend the night stewing over his complex feelings for his fellow Paladin. He can just pass the time looking at those two perfect fatty cheeks and the way Lance's brides are riding up between them.

Those booty cheeks are peeking out the back. It's so tempting, the thought of laying his palm flat on the back of Lance's thigh and sliding his fingers up and under seam to back in the smooth flesh hiding underneath.

He won't though. He won't betray his fantasies.

He's far too practised him keeping his hands to himself and his feelings bottled inside.

"We liked each other, right?"

Lance's voice cuts through the silence. With his head facing the other way, Keith had no idea he was awake and certainly not ready to talk. It startles Keith

and then he processes the words and gets he truly terrified.

Lance sighs, apparently frustrated with Keith's complete silence (unless he can also hear his heart pounding.) He raises enough to twist his head to face Keith. His booty remains in the air.

"We liked each other, before you left," says Lance, now looking at Keith. "I didn't imagine that, right?"

Keith's on the spot and he knows better than to answer to the affirmative. It's clear now Lance's real motivation for not wanting to sleep with Coran besides him snoring.

Keith swallows. He needs to brush this off and tell Lance to go to sleep.

"Fine! Nevermind! I'm stupid!" snaps Lance. He twists to face completely away. Ass no longer sticking up, but facing Keith.

"You're not stupid, Lance...," croaks Keith. It hurts to much to see Lance beat

himself up. Before he can stop himself, he says, "We liked each other."

"Oh," says Lance, twisting back to face Keith. He doesn't sound pleased that he was right at all. "Then how come you were so cold to me when you came back?"

The moment Lance is referring to echos in Keith's mind...

"I don't have time for this, Lance..."

Keith cringes. He blurted it out in the moment, too concerned by the information he was desperate to convey to deal with his crush when he knew for sure now loving him was hopeless.

"I was just... I..." Keith trails off. He doesn't really have an answer, does he? Not one that's good enough and not one he can say out loud.

"So you don't like me anymore?" asks Lance, his voice quiet and strained. He's heartbroken, fragile.

Keith can't take it.

It's too painful to see Lance sad.

"I still like you," says Keith, the words rushing out so fast, they merge together like a desperate wail.

"Really?" asks Lance. At the end of the word, he bites his lip. It's the cutest thing Keith has every seen (his butt excluded.)

It's subtle, but Lance scoots just a bit closer to Keith. "Tell me the things you like about me."

Keith feels his face burn red. Without meaning to, his eyes drift down to Lance's ass. Although its currently facing away from him.

Lance makes a little satisfied hum.

"Really, Keith?" asks Lance, clicking his tongue. He rolls onto his front, shifting his hips back onto the pillow so his ass is popped up in the air. He gives it a little wiggle. Somehow those briefs have crawled up his crack further leaving more bare skin exposed.

Keith gulps. He wants to meet Lance's eye, but he's stuck looking at it.

Lance reaches his hands back, hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and tugs it down juuuuust enough to show a hint of ass crack. He stops there and removes his hands to lay his head on his arms

"Tell me what you like about me besides my ass and I'll pull it down more."

Lance might be evil...

"Lance," sighs Keith. He really wants to look him in the eye, but he can't seem to manage. He's dying trying not to say all the things inside him and then he's dying again wanting

wanting to touch soft plushy ass. "I...uh, I feel good when I'm around you and when I think about you. I can't really explain it..." Keith trails off, feeling foolish. He's not great with words. "I just... really like you and when I was away I thought about you all the time."

Keith manages to look in Lance's eyes, fearing his reaction to this confession.

Lance's expression is soft. He holds eye contact with Keith as he reaches back and slides the waistband of his briefs halfway down his ass.

Keith can't look directly at it. It's too much.

He can only enjoy it with his peripheral vision.

"Next question," says Lance, a light smile dancing on his lips. "Do you want to kiss me?"

Those words shine in Keith's mind like a green light. He basically falls against Lance, his mouth searching his.

He's greedy and awkward, but when Lance returns the kiss it's not much different. He kisses then laughs then kisses again, until Lance is laughing too much for Keith to continue. He leans back, feeling a mixture of glowing happiness and awkward embarrassment over having done that

"Keeeeith," laughs Lance. "That was a yes or no question, not an invitation."

The embarrassment wins out and Keith twists to hid his face against his pillow.

"Still..." giggles Lance. "You're a good kisser so points awarded."

Keith was pretty sure he was not a good kisser (at least it would've been better if Lance hadn't been laughing), but the 'points awarded' part is enough to get him to bare to look Lance in the eye again.

The eye part doesn't last. Especially when Keith discovered what points got

him, as Lance hooks his thumbs in his waistband again and slides his briefs over the crest of his ass. It stretches out so tight, Keith fears it might snap on it's way down, revealing every inch of fat.

When Lance's ass is bare and free, Keith exhales a breath he didn't know he'

he'd been holding.

"Do you wanna touch it?" asks Lance.

"Yes," says Keith, quickly.

"I assumed you'd just touch it instead of answering me," teases Lance.

"I'm sorry," says Keith.

"Don't be sorry. Just touch it."

Lance wiggles his ass. It keeps jiggling after he stops moving. Some messed up part of Keith's brain thinks of food goo. Like things that jiggle are food. Suddenly he knows exactly what he wants to do with Lance's perfect ass.

It involves repositioning. The need to move get his

brain working again. It's dark a cloud of worry. He knows why he planned to ghost Lance and never confess his feelings. He knows why he should stop this right now. Walk out of this tent and calm himself down until he's thinking straight.

'He saw them...,' He thinks as he moves

to straddle Lance legs.

'He knows he'll belong to her...'

Keith's hands hover above Lance's ass cheeks.

'He spent countless days trying to forget the future vision he saw in the quantum abyss and just as many nights crying himself to sleep as he accepted the truth.'

Keith lays his hands down, kneading the heavy fat of Lance's cheeks as the boy mews his pleasure at being touched.

'Lance would never be his..."

He grips tightly, feeling a thrill move through.

'But he can pretend for a night...'

He parts Lance's cheeks.

Keith has never eaten ass before, but, as he uses his thumbs to spread Lance out enough to look at his cute this hole, he decides he's more than eager to try.

He settles himself down. There's little room in the tent, but Keith manages to get down on his elbows.

"This okay?"

"Definitely okay," says Lance. He speaks into his forearms as he lays his head upon them.

"I can always stop if -"

"Are you gonna talk to it or are you gonna lick it?"

Keith's cheeks burn with embarrassment. Lance is being so bold and direct. Like he mattered more while Keith

was away despite it being such a short time for Lance and a long time for him.

It makes Keith wants to bring out Lance's immature side. Maybe he can eat it out of him?

Keith nuzzles himself down between Lance's cheeks. He keeps honking them with his hands, loving the stop squish too much to stop.

Lance giggles from the touch. When Keith follows his desires and licks across his hole, Lance flinches from overstimulation. Muscles clench in Keith's grasp then relax again to soft flesh. He gives Lance a moment before daring another lick.Lance's reaction is similar, but smaller

Keith keeps testing the waters until Lance's ass cheeks remain putty in his hands. No more tension. When Lance relaxes so does Keith and he's able to enjoy how hot it is to be in this position. How every slight reaction to him licking from Lance brings heat down below.

He finds confidence in his pace, lapping across Lance's hole. Lance's movements turn to a slow roll of his hips, pressing against Keith's mouth then forward to rub his dick against the pillow below his hips.

"Fuuuuck Keeeeith," moans Lance.

This lights a fire inside Keith. He grips all that tighter and presses his face firmly between those squishy cheeks. He draws outside the lines now, playing around with his tongue. He traces around Lance's hole with a pointy tongue then teases the spot directly.

Keith is in love.

In love with Lance's noises.

In love with the act of pleasing him.

In love with the power he has to wind him up.

He could spend all night between Lance's cheeks, kneading and lapping at him like a greedy animal.

Lance starts to squirm, overstimulated by Keith's reckless enthusiasm for eating him out.

"Wa - wa - wait," hisses Lance.

Keith pulls his face back, taking in air while he has the chance, but refusing to let off his grip on Lance's cheeks.

"Y'okay?" asks Keith between breaths.

Lance twists out of his grasp and Keith's heart sinks for a moment, thinking it's over already. Then Lance jumps him.

He rolls Keith onto his back and kisses him. Keith is thrown by the position change, but soon eager to return all of Lance's kiss. For the first time, he feels Lance's hard cock pressed between them. Lance rolls his hips generating friction against Keith's still clothed bulge.

Keith slides his hands down Lance's back and onto his bare ass. This is brand new angle to grope and squeeze and tease it. Keith could be happy forever like this. Rolling around on the floor, rutting against Lance, while pawing at his perfect ass.

Lance pulls back at that moment and asks, "Can I sit on your face and suck your dick?"

Keith is horny-stunned silent.

"I would've accepted yes or no or just going for it," says Lance, "But you're choosing none of these above."

Keith forces his mouth to work. "Uh - yeah, sure," he croaks out.

"Good," says Lance with a smirk so cute Keith tries to kiss it. He ends up chasing it and missing it because Lance is already on the move. He pulls his briefs right off and pulls his t-shirt off next.

Keith swallows hard. Never did his future visions warn him he'd see Lance naked and hard. His dick is as beautiful as his ass (though Keith will keep the official rankings as 2 and 1, respectively.) It's so appealing that Keith sneaks a palm across it before Lance pushes him back

down.

Lance takes charge, straddling Keith's chest facing away. His ass is just right up close to Keith now. Not quite close enough to go back to licking his hole so he starts massaging it at this angle, feeling the way the fat is pulled downwards to make it heavier in his palms

It's so pleasing, Lance pulling at Keith's waistband almost doesn't register until he feels his dick spring free into the open air.

"Definitely suckable," Lance mutters...

Keith feels another blush redden his face. It's happy Lance can't see this one. His focus has been

on Lance's gorgeous body. He never stopped to think if he had a body Lance would want to touch. But then he'd called him cooler and grizzled, right? Did that translate to 'dick I want to suck' in Lance's eccentric mind.

Lance lifts and scoots back. Keith grabs his hips and guides him back so he can nestle his face between Lance's ass cheeks. Pleased, he gets back to word, lapping across Lance's hole.

When Lance takes the base of his dick in his hand, it's Keith's turn to convulse.

"Sensitive,"

hums Lance.

It's so odd not being able to see what Lance is planning to do next, so when Lance licks across the head of Keith's dick, he jerks like he's kicking himself awake from a dream where he's falling.

Luckily he doesn't wake up in his bed. Keith wants this to be real.

Keith slowly calms down as Lance begins to suck on his cock. There's something extra hot to the position. Lance is in full control. It makes Keith both anxious and thrilled. His main focus remains on pleasing Lance though. His thumbs massage the fat of Lance's ass.

Fingers, grips tighter and tighter on Lance's hips. He'll leave his mark, even if he doesn't get to keep him.

Keith's ill prepared for how good a blowjob from Lance can feel. Lance pumps his cock with one hand while bobbing with his mouth. His ass wiggles and presses firmer back

Keith is getting treated so well, he can hardly take it... He wants to calm himself, slow the growing ache inside of himself craving every pleasure Lance's mouth has to offer. But he's weak and Lance is a temporary treasure.

In spite of himself, Keith begins to rock his hips up.

He steals more of Lance's mouth and throat, just as he's still this moment in time with him.

This can't last forever. Keith is agonizingly aware of this as the heat down below grows and grows. He feels like a monster, needing release.

Lance seems to support this, doubling his

efforts to take Keith in. Choking on his cock, but diving right back in. Jerking him off furiously whenever he needs a moment's rest. The stimulation is non-stop.

Keith finds himself moaning into Lance's ass, face rubbing between those cheeks as he loses control.

He presses his weight into his heels, shamelessly pressing up into Lance's ready mouth. His fingernails dig into Lance's hips and ass as he cums

It's not sudden, but it feels like a wave that came out of nowhere. He's crushed by it then elevated by it. Swept away as his whole

presses up to touch more of Lance. More, more of his affection and pleasure and beauty. Lance BELONGS on top of him because Keith will carry this memory, this earthquaking, mind-blowing orgasm turned memory for all his days.

"That was so fun," says Lance simply, sitting up so his ass hover just above Keith's face. With some guidance from Keith, he lowers and repositions himself over his mouth. He rolls his hips as he teasingly says, "I bet myself I could make you cum first and I won."

Keith can't respond. There's a pinch of embarrassment in his gut for losing this race, but how can he be sad when Lance is sitting on his face?

More than that, Lance is riding his face, rocking his hips making Keith lap at him at whatever speed and pressure he likes.

Keith is eager to be his plaything, his toy. Wants to make Lance feel as good as he made Keith feel.

"Oh yeah, Keith... fuck yeah, Keith... ah..."

Lance's movements get real rough on top of Keith, for a moment he's not sure he can breathe until Lance lets off the pressure.

Keith's blind to what's happening, but he feels Lance's cum splatter. Some on his hips, some hits Keith's cock.

Perverted and still keyed up with Lance on his face, Keith reaches and takes his own cum drenched cock. He jerks himself quickly, thinking of Lance's cum mixed with

his and within a minute, he gets an aftershock just powerful enough to be its own orgasm. It feels so fucking good. All of it feels so fucking good and then leans forward and licks Keith's softening cock and he covulses again. Way too oversensitive now. He even pushes Lance off

of himself, which is something he thought he'd never do.

Lance just laughs, rolling out his side. They're positioned head to foot now. Lance shimmies over until his head rests of Keith's legs. Keith rolls to match his position, laying his head on Lance's legs, right near

that big squishy ass.

"Whew," says Lance, brushing back his hair from his face. "Glad I begged you to sleep with me."

Keith thought he was out of blood for blushing, but he feels the heat in his cheeks again. "You didn't beg me for sex!"

"Oh Keith," laughs Lance.

Then his voice gets soft as he says, "I really wanted this. Thank you."

"Yeah...," says Keith, wishing he could tamped down on his truth. "Me too..."

He doesn't want to be sad right now. He doesn't want to think about the future. He just wants to bask with Lance

and not worry about what will come. Flying home doesn't mean going home for him. He can't fight the feeling anymore that Lance is where he feels at home and he doesn't want to be a runaway anymore.

Keith uses Lance's ass as a pillow that night. It's his claimed territory now.

He'd stick a flag it in if he could. Ward off anyone that thinks they can climb theses peaks, who wants to venture down into this valley.

It's a nice, calming thought. He falls asleep plotting ways to fight the future and keep Lance for himself.

THE END

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