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Keith doesn’t know how he was roped into this.
Okay that’s a lie, because really, anything involving Lance will have him joining sooner or later at this point. Especially when everyone else refuses him. It makes him especially pitiful and Keith a lot more likely to give in.
But this idea? This is just dumb.
“Almost… there!” Lance cheers as he sets up the camera.
“Remind me again why we’re recording this if you’re not even gonna post it?” Keith asks. Lance scoffs as he walks to Keith, grabbing a thick ribbon on his way over.
“So I know you’re not a dirty liar.” He retorts. Keith rolls his eyes.
“Okay, sure.”
Lance kneels in front of him and presents him with the ribbon. Keith hesitates before grabbing it, and rubs it with his thumb. Lance stares up at him between his legs, watching and waiting. His gaze is burning as Keith wraps the white ribbon around his eyes. This feels strangely intimate. He gently ties it behind his head, and checks it to make sure it's not too tight. Heat curls through his body at the sight of Lance blindfolded between his legs.
"Shake your head to test it out?" He says. Lance vigorously shakes his head, and the ribbon stays in place.
"It's good." He confirms.
"And you're sure you can't see?" He asks. Lance nods.
"Positive."
"Alright. Now get up off the floor, I'm gonna sit you on the couch."
"But Keiiiith! I positioned the camera for me to be here!" Lance complains.
"I'll make sure the camera catches me unwrapping the foods you chose. Now get up." Lance scrambles up quickly at the tone of his command. The sight of him scrambling to follow his orders lights something up in him, and settles pleasantly in his gut.
Keith grabs his hand and balences his body with his other hand, and leads him so he’s sitting on the couch next to him. He says nothing as he lets go and reaches over to choose his first item. There’s many different types of push pops, ring pops, slime lickers, and juicy drop pops. He noticed that some flavors repeated themselves.
“Are these all different kinds of hard candies?” He asks. There’s no response. He realizes that Lance may have gestured, but he clicks his tongue anyways.
“Answer me out loud.”
“Yes sir, they’re all candies.” A bolt of heat goes through him, and he glances at Lance. His face is redder than before. Seems like the sir came out on accident. He doesn’t comment for the moment, and chooses a strawberry one.
“In order to get it correct, you have to get the flavor and the kind of candy correct.” He decides as he places the candy in his lap and reaches for the headphones. “Do you understand?” Lance nods, and Keith clicks his tounge again.
“Words Lance. Don’t make me warm you again.” He seemed to shake at that.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good boy.” Lance seems to shiver at that. “I’m going to put the headphones on now. The noise cancelling is on. After I put these headphones on I will begin. Do you understand?” He asks. He really shouldn’t be acting like this, and he knows that this isn’t supposed to be sexual. But it feels so much like a scene, and he wants to play. Not only that, Lance has been receptive to it too. If Lance had checked him at any point he would’ve stopped but he hasn’t. Instead of stopping him, Lance says:
“Yes sir.”
Keith places the headphones on his head, and allows Lance to adjust his hands so that they rest comfortably. Once Keith removes his hands, Lance’s mouth relaxes, and his tongue sticks out a little over his tounge. He is so tempted to press his thumb into the man’s tongue. He almost wants a picture.
Instead, he opens up the candy in his lap. To start out, he chose a strawberry push pop. His eyes widen when he opens it and candy pops out. The pink translucent candy is rather phallic shaped, he can’t help but notice.
He slowly rests the candy stick against his bottom lip, and Lance’s tongue licks at the tip. Another jolt of heat pokes at his gut at that, and the poke turns into a slow burn as Lance wraps his mouth around the tip. His tongue is obviously swirling around the tip, and he slowly dips his head down, before dragging his lips back up. Heat fills his neck at the noise Lance makes as he sucks at the candy, and the little pop he makes as he pulls off the end.
“Strawberry push pop?” Lance guesses. Keith does not respond, but he holds a thumbs up to the camera. He found it pointless before, but now he really hopes it’s recording. The dots are connecting. Lance isn’t dumb. And as Keith looks over these candies, they’re all different shapes. Even if he couldn’t tell the flavor, he can tell what kind of candy it is. He must have something planned with this… but what?
He picks up a blue raspberry juicy drop pop next. He squeezes a bit of the sour syrup onto the candy bar and taps it to Lance’s bottom lip. This time, his tongue stretches out along the length of the candy, then his mouth follows, putting the whole candy in his mouth. Keith tugs it out slowly, meeting quite a bit of resistance with how hard Lance is sucking on the candy. He sticks his tongue out again, and he drags the candy against his tongue. He closes his mouth to taste it, before opening it once more. Keith pours some more of the sour syrup on it, and taps his lip with the candy. Lance’s tongue goes straight to the top, before smearing the sour syrup everywhere. He then takes the whole candy in his mouth, and moans, before pulling off, agonizingly slow.
“Blue raspberry juicy drop pop?” He guesses. Keith feels a flame in his gut, and his dick is hard. He puts the blue raspberry candy away, and hesitates for a moment. He decides ‘fuck it’ and unzips his pants. What? He’s done it before at Lance’s house, though granted he’s never been hard before. It’s definitely a relief to be free from the confines of his jeans, but a part of him wants to completely take himself out. He’s not there yet, but the feeling lingers.
Next he grabs a watermelon ring pop. He glances at Lance while he unwraps the candy. There’s a flush high on his cheeks, and his breaths seem to be a little bit heavy. Heavier than they usually would be at least. He takes the candy out and taps it to Lance’s bottom lip again. He pulls the candy away as Lance tries to put it in his mouth again, and taps his lip again. This time, Lance’s tongue pokes at the candy, before licking the tip. He continues to slowly swirl his tongue around the top, and gradually makes his way down the candy until he hits the base. He purses his lips and places a kiss on the tip of the ring pop, and then pulls off with a quiet smeck. He continues licking at the sides of the candy, tongue swirling messily and mouth getting sticky with candy. He goes down on the candy and this time Keith doesn’t stop him as he sucks on the candy hard. He pulls off with a slurp, and visibly swallows, letting out a satisfied sigh afterwards.
“Watermelon ring pop?” Keith knows he shouldn’t. It’s pretty immoral to jerk off when your friend is blindfolded and deaf next to you. But that also means they can’t see or hear you. Is the logic sound? Hell no, and usually Keith would not just roll with it. But then again, the blood isn’t in his brain now is it?
It’s double fucked that he’s jerking off to his friend right in front of him, but it’s not enough to stop his hand from sliding under his waist band. He reaches over and grabs the last kind of candy, a green apple slime licker. He opens it up before letting his hand wrap around his dick. He hisses as he squeezes himself at the base, finally getting some relief. He looks over at Lance and drags his hand to the head of his dick as he taps the candy to his lips. This one is different from the others. Instead of sucking on a hard candy, Lance has to lick at a little ball roller that collects sour syrup as it rolls around. And Lance goes at it Messily. He gets it all over his mouth. It’s dripping off of his tongue. His mouth sucks with everything it has against the candy and his tongue swirls over the roller. Keith can’t help but rub himself in time, and he’s still finding it challenging not to blow his load. Lance licks his lips clean of the candy before answering.
“Green apple slime licker?” He asks. Keith takes away the candy and closes it, puts it back on the table. When he looks back, Lance had his mouth open like earlier, but this time his breath was heavier than before. His face is way more flushed too. He can’t help himself. He grabs Lance’s jaw and places his thumb on his tongue, his other hand going back inside his waistband. Lance responds by wrapping his mouth around his thumb and sucking, sending a shudder through Keith. His tongue swirls around his finger, and he replaces it with his index and middle, keeping it straight. He takes it in stride, bobbing his head up and down the fingers. They probably still taste like candy.
Taste like candy… Keith looks over at the assortment of candies and smirks. He takes his hand out of Lance’s mouth, and Lance whines at the loss. He reaches over and grabs a green apple juicy drop pop and takes his dick out. He shoves his pants and underwear to his knees, and then pours as much syrup as he can on his dick. It’s colder than he thought it would be. He wipes his fingers off before grabbing Lance’s jaw again. His mouth falls open and Keith… he can’t help it. He leans in to kiss him, just once, really briefly, despite how much Lance tries to deepen the kiss. He pulls away and lowers Lance’s head down, down down, until he is just above Keith’s dick. With his other hand, he taps his dick to Lance’s lips, and he’s off.
His mouth parts and he takes in his head, sucking hard enough to make Keith see stars. He swirls his tongue around the head and explores every nook and crevice, and moans around him. Keith’s eyes roll back and he lets out a shuddering sigh. Lance starts taking more and more of his dick, sucking off all the green syrup. He pops off the top and starts suckling at the sides of his dick to slurp up all the syrup before going back down on his cock.
Keith’s hand finds it’s way to the back of Lance’s head as he bobs his head up and down. And Keith can feel it, can feel the heat building, the pressure forming, and he can’t help himself. He grips Lance’s hair and starts moving him up and down, harder, fiercer, faster on his cock. And it isn’t until he hits the back of his throat does he realize that Lance was blessed with no gag reflex. His breath is coming hard and fast, and there’s no way he’s anything close to quiet anymore. He’s so close… and then one of Lance’s hands trails up his thigh and find its way to his balls. He fondles them in his hand and sucks hard on the upstroke and Keith is gone.
It’s bright, it’s bursting through him and it’s so blissfully full bodied. His back arches and he forces Lance’s head down, releasing into the sweet warmth of his mouth. It lasts for hours and seconds, and Lance keeps sucking through it all. When Keith slumps back down and releases Lance’s head, he comes up slowly. He makes a show of swallowing the cum that’s left in his mouth. It makes Keith’s mouth water. He feels a smirk forming now that he’s paying attention. Because Lance is hard too.
Ah. So this was the plan.
He pushes Lance back so that he's sitting up again, and pulls up his own pants. He uses Lance's shoulder to help him up onto his knees, and shooting a glance back at the camera, he straddles Lance. There's an inhale from him that makes Keith smirk. He starts with a slow circle of his hips, and his smirk grows when he sees Lance grip the couch. An idea goes off in his head, and he lifts off to grab at another candy. He just so happened to grab a blue raspberry push pop. His hips grind a little harder as he rests a thumb on his lip. Watching them part immediately makes a heat shoot through him. He taps the push pop against his lip, and he wraps his lip around it. He holds it up so that he can bob his head up.
From there, the plan was quite simple. The faster Lance bobbed his head, the faster he grinded his hips. He found it interesting that even when Lance caught on it, he didn't speed up. Instead, he draws it out, teases himself using Keith. It's heating him back up if he's being honest. He lets it go on for a while, before he grabs Lance's hands, one at a time, and places them on his hips.
That seems to be the signal for Lance to speed up. Now that his hands are on his hips, he begins upping his strokes on the push pop. Keith naturally speeds up in kind. Lance's hands squeeze at his hips and he relishes in the tight grip. He doesn't stop, even as he feels Lance grind up into him. He loses himself a little in the feeling of just… being used like a pillow. Being used to get Lance off. That Lance would use him.
It gets him so hot and bothered that it's a surprise when Lance pulls his hips down and grinds up into him for an extended stroke. Snapped back to attention, he can feel the pulsing in Lance's jeans and hear the hitch in his breath as he comes. A shiver runs up Keith's spine and a shuddering breath leaves Lance's mouth as he slumps back. He moves forward to take off the blindfold and headphones, revealing his closed eyes.
"You okay?" Keith checks. Lance nods.
"Words, Lance." He takes a deep breath before responding.
"Holy shit." Keith snorts. He can say that again. "I don't know what that was, but we should've done this forever ago." A warm feeling fills his chest without his permission, but he has to ask.
"So none of this was… weird or anything?"
"Keith buddy, this was the hottest thing I ever had the opportunity to partake in."
"And you wouldn't mind sleeping together again?"
"Nope! Well, except for one thing." Keith tenses up at that, moreso when Lance opens his eyes and sits up. Lance cups his cheek and drags his face forward and then they're kissing. His eyes widen for a moment before falling shut.
Well. He wasn't expecting that.
Lance tastes like a combination of the flavors of candy he had tasted earlier. Something about it had Keith diving in for more, like he couldn't get enough. It was Lance who breaks the kiss first, leaning back when Keith chased his lips with a chuckle.
"So does this mean we're boyfriends now?" Keith blinks. He thought back for a moment.
"I'm pretty sure we've been boyfriends for a while now." Lance rolls his eyes, then thinks about it. He blinks.
"Oh shit we have. No fucking wonder." He says with a laugh. Keith laughs with him and lets himself fall into Lance's chest. Lance stops laughing at that. Before he can ask why, Lance presses his hips into his stomach, stimulating the half-chub that Keith apparently still has. He tenses at the pleasure that flows through him.
"Well, as your boyfriend, I think it's my job to take care of this, don't you?" He asks. Keith shivers.
"What about the camera? Your phone does not have this much storage." Lance huffs a laugh as he lowers him down.
"Was never recording. This was already questionable enough as it was, I didn't want evidence." Oh. He feels a little miffed about that. All of that fuss for it to not even be recording? Bullshit. He must've been making a face, because Lance chuckles again.
"Don't worry. We have plenty of time to make more videos." Keith smirks at that. Yeah, they do don't they?