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A movie date sounded like a great plan when Lance was thinking about date ideas he could have with Keith. Just cuddle up on the couch underneath a blanket, snacks in bowls on the table, drinks, maybe a little wine, and watch a movie together. That's typically what you do, but Lance forgot one important detail.
Keith isn't used to movies, of course, he's watched them, and he has a TV in his home,e but that's mainly for Juniper; Keith's never been too interested in technology and prefers 'the good 'ol outdoors'. Which, yes, is nice, and sometimes he is a better option...Sometimes you just want to snuggle up with your boyfriend and mindlessly touch his abs.
But not with this guy. Each time there is a fight scene, Keith seems to want to interrupt and tell Lance how unrealistic their fighting is just so unrealistic.
"Ain't nobody fightin' lak that! Darlin', aah don't know why ya chose this movie beh-cuz it is just plain wrong." Keith gestures at the screen, hand stretched out and shaking with frustration. Lance can hear the growl coming from Keith's chest as his ear is pressed up against Keith's chest. Lance's fingers idly trace along the shape of his boyfriend's abs underneath his shirt and blanket in an attempt to calm him down, but it seems to rile him up further.
"Quit that, boy. Ya're only makin' it harder to focus own this- " Keith grunts, huffs a breath out of his nose, and once again gestures at the TV. "Aah ain't even callin' it entertainment cuz aah ain't entertained!"
Keith only feels more agitated; his arm that's around Lance's shoulder tightens around him, fingers dig into his flesh.
"Relax, big guy. It's just a movie, it's meant to be dramatic." Lance presses a kiss against Keith's chest, patting his abdomen with a teasing smile on his lips. He snuggles closer to Keith, nuzzling his nose into Keith's and breathing in his scent. And for a while, Keith is quiet, and Lance can relax, until a scene comes along and Keith has to narrate his annoyance again.
"Are you serious?!" Keith sits up, glaring at the screen, and Lance has to move off Keith to not be shoved onto the floor. Keith runs a hand through his hair, and he breathes hard. He is really frustrated!
"Git off the damn vehicle!"
Lance has to physically stop himself from laughing by covering his mouth; he’s never seen Keith this riled up, and he’s never seen another person so riled up over a movie. He takes a deep breath and pats Keith on the shoulder.
“Want me to turn the movie off?” He laughs a little and reaches for the remote. They could always watch something else, but Keith grabs Lance’s hand to stop him from taking the remote, and Lance retreats slowly.
“No-” Keith quickly says, leaning back against the couch and crossing his arms. He silently smacks his lips and returns to being silent, again. This doesn't last very long, and Lance has about had it. He sits up, glares over to Keith; if not taken by surprise, Keith wouldn’t have gone down so smoothly. Lance shoves Keith onto his side on the couch; he naturally rolls onto his back with his brows raised high on his forehead, causing creases to form. Lance doesn’t waste time, though, because the second Keith starts to ask questions, the timer will start, and Lance will lose the battle to get what he wants without having to beg.
Lance stands up, slips his pajama pants off along with his underwear, and surprisingly, Keith doesn’t move. Lance climbs over Keith and straddles his face, hovering his clean-shaven pussy just close enough for Keith’s nose to barely touch, and Keith knows he’s about to feast like a King. He preemptively opens his mouth and tilts his head back to lap like a greedy dog over Lance’s folds, urging the boy to sit down, which he ultimately does. Keith’s tongue slips into the warm embrace of Lance’s cunt as Lance grinds his hips down to hump Keith’s nose. Finally, Keith is quiet, and Lance can return to watch the movie as his boyfriend eats him out.
“Mmm..I like it better when you put your mouth to good work..” Lance coos, glancing down at Keith, and grinds his hips down harder, shivering slightly as Keith’s tongue laps along the inside of Lance. He feels and hears a growl rumble out of his boyfriend, and his hands tighten around Lance’s thighs. He feels Keith press him down, his tongue leaving Lance’s hole and sucks onto Lance’s clit instead.
“Oh!” Lance’s head falls back, and his eyes flutter shut. His one hand grabs onto the back cushion of the couch, and the other grips onto Keith’s hair. A soft, shaky moan penetrates the air, and a satisfied rumble comes from Keith.
Keith’s mouth suckles harder onto the enlarged nub, and his tongue flicks over it hungrily. Each flick causes Lance’s hips to twitch, and his hand tighten in Keith’s hair, not that Keith minds, he likes having his hair pulled, but not nearly as much as Lance likes his hair being pulled. Keith’s arms curl around Lance’s thighs as he pulls him down tighter, preventing him from rolling his hips down. Slick coats Keith’s stubble, grinding his chin against Lance’s folds, which is both torture and pleasure. The stubble is rough, but his chin creates that pressure Lance has been missing, but that pressure is forgotten once a thick, calloused digit rubs tight circles along Lance’s butthole. While Lance isn’t the biggest fan of doing anal, this is sending sparks throughout his body, and he unconsciously pushes back against the finger and whines whenever Keith pulls back. He isn’t giving in that easily.
The finger moves and slides against Lance’s cunt instead, just rubbing barely inside the slick hole until it painfully slowly sinks into him. He curls the finger and runs it along the inside wall that separates the bladder from the vagina, pushing to both find Lance’s g-spot and to test his limits on how much teasing is too much teasing by purposely missing the spot each time. Each miss earns Keith a groan, a whine, and a sigh, only making it more fun to keep the teasing up. Letting the second finger join the party is maybe going to bite Keith in the ass, because the sound Lance just let out lets Keith know that it was just what Lance wanted, more stuffing to fill him up.
Again, he runs both fingers along Lance’s walls while his mouth works on Lance’s clit, he is just getting more and more slick by each moment that passes, and the scent is getting to Keith, but he’s strong. He hasn’t broken easily yet, and isn’t planning to break from Lance’s scent; however, if Lance ever were to go into heat, Keith’s afraid that might change his outlook on the whole, staying on the brave path. His fingers continue to miss Lance’s g-spot, only giving it a light brush over if anything, it’s tortrure and Keith knows that, he knows it is driving Lance insane, but he is at least continuing sucking Lance’s clit off like the micro penis deserves to be treated.
Keith can feel Lance try to grind down, but he isn’t letting him. A sharp growl as a warning is enough to get Lance to stop, along with a soft, delicious whine.
“Ke-Keith-” Lance whines out, feeling fingers retreat, he panics for a second, okay- what did he do wrong, grinding? He already stopped, being too loud? No, he’s not being that loud, name- name! FUCK.
“So-sorry, Daddy- mmh felt so good I forgot~” Lance purrs, looking down at Keith, meeting his eyes, and they maintain eye contact for a brief moment before Keith’s fingers plunge back inside, harder this time, straight into Lance’s g-spot. Lance’s breath catches in his throat; never forget Daddy’s title, forgetting Daddy’s title is a sure way NOT to get what you want, and right now Lance wants more of Keith’s- Daddy’s fingers to fuck him.
Although getting the fingerfucking Lance wanted, when the heat starts to bloom in his abdomen, he has to voice it, has to let his Daddy know he’s about to have an orgasm. Lance’s fingers tighten in Keith’s hair, breathing unevenly and fast, which gives Keith the heads up he needs without Lance even having to talk, but.
“Daddy- I’m gonna cum- please~” Lance breathes out, head tilting back as he climbs closer to the edge, but just as it is about to blow, Keith pulls back and entirely ruins the orgasm for Lance. Before Lance has time to complain, Keith gets Lance off his face, and now Lance complains with a set of whines.
“If ya're gonna pitch a fit, boy, turn around face down ass up, 'n whine into the cushions.” Keith stands up, his hands come to his belt, and Lance whips his ass around so fast. Keith quirks a brow, smirks, and glances over at Lance’s perfect round ass, raises a hand, and whacks it straight over one cheek, fingers spread wide. Lance cries out, and instantly a red handprint appears on his buttcheek.
“Apologies, boy. Aah simply couldn't help myself. Your ass is too perfect not to whack.”
Lance whines softly and writhes against the couch, not really getting any friction out of it, but the way Keith- Daddy speaks to him is just incredibly arousing. He looks at Keith as he undoes his belt, and his jeans slide off his hairy, muscular legs and drop to the floor. His stupid tighty whities, although sometimes Lance finds them hot, like in this moment, are soaked at the front from the amount of pre Keith has been leaking during this entire time he's been eating Lance out, and you can more than see Keith’s cock through them. This has Lance whining, meeting Keith’s eyes, and he immediately presses his face into the couch cushions. He feels the couch dip behind him, and his legs part, spreading his folds open for Keith to feast his eyes on.
“Such a good boy fo-wah meh, darlin'. Keep those legs spread fo-wah meh...Atta boy…” Keith praises soothingly, hands roaming Lance’s thighs, thumbs parting the folds further, and slides two fingers into Lance’s dripping cunt and pulls the flesh down to open Lance up.
“Caint believe ya're this wet fo-wah meh already. Just look at that…” Keith tuts, humming as he brings his thumb from his other hand to push in there and pull upwards. Lance whines, gasping softly at the feeling of being so open. He knows he’s wet, so fucking wet from Keith’s mouth working on him.
“Ye-yes Daddy..All for you~” Lance moans out, pushing his ass back, and he hears a chuckle from Keith, deep and rumbly. The one that makes Lance’s entire body burn, insides twitching around nothing, earns him another chuckle. Keith adds a third finger and removes his thumb, sucks it clean before he places that hand onto Lance’s ass, right over the raised handprint he left behind.
“Let's get you ready, yeah? So you can take as much of Daddy’s cock as you can..” Keith’s voice may sound soothing, but his eyes tell a different story; he’s going to ruin Lance, again, he always does. Thrusting three fingers into Lance’s cunt he curls them down, pressing against Lance’s g-spot again and again, but never enough to give Lance what he wants. Inserting the fourth finger has Lance gripping the cushions; it’s getting towards a place where Lance finally feels a give, that sweet, sweet feeling of being utterly stuffed full. Keith’s finger shoved as deep as they can go, pressing against the very back of his pussy, and slick is dripping down his wrist with each thrust inside of Lance.
“Ouugh- fuck~! Oh please- Daddy~Mmhhn~” Lance’s moans are muffled by the cushions, but are loud enough to be heard without Keith having to ask Lance to repeat himself. But he does anyway, of course he does. Keith chuckles as he thrusts his fingers in again, and his free hand comes down on Lance’s ass.
“What was what, boy? Repeat yourself, aah caint quite hear ya…” Keith shoves his fingers in, particularly rough at the request, feeling Lance’s cunt squeeze his fingers with a guttural moan coming from Lance’s lips. Keith knows Lance well enough to know the way he works, what he likes, when too much is too much, but he also likes pushing those boundaries just a little.
“If aah wanted ya to moan en response aah would have asked fo-wah that, but now aah asked ya fo-wah what ya sayd..'n if ya caint tell meh what ya sayd..well, then aah just gotta work it out of ya, don't aah?” Keith’s voice is low, and that always causes that sweet fucking rasp. He shoves his fingers right against Lance’s G-spot to emphasise his point. Lance’s body arches forward from the sudden movement, moaning sharply into the fabric. He lifts his head to speak up, clearer.
“Please, Daddy…” Lance whines, glancing back at Keith, grinding his body back against Keith’s fingers that have stopped moving; the feeling is utterly torturous. Lance holds back a sniffle, but his eyes are screaming for Keith not to stop.
“Please, Daddy don’t stop..I want to cum, I want to have your cock in me, please..” A sob, followed by another, but no tears. Keith hums, licks his bottom lip, and gives Lance’s cunt a once-over. He could fuck Lance stupid, but the fake sobbing is annoying, not because Lance crying is annoying, but because he thinks it’ll earn him sympathy points.
“Really now? Sobbin' up a storm, tsk. Boy. Ya better quit your cryin' or aah will give ya somethin' to cry about. 'n that ain't gonna be purdy.“ Keith grits his teeth, a growl escaping despite his attempts at keeping it inside; he’s both too impatient and extremely aroused to keep the teasing up at this point, so he will give Lance exactly what he wants. Keith slides his fingers out of Lance’s hole and grabs his hair with his free hand and yanks Lance’s head back to drag the slicked-up fingers along Lance’s bottom lip. The second Lance opens his mouth, those four fingers slide into his mouth, and as far back as they can reach, Lance’s tongue swirls between the digits to clean them up. Keith lets go of Lance’s hair and uses that hand to free his cock from his underwear. Now, normally, he’d prod and tease Lance’s cunt, but he’s lost his patience for it all and instead slides himself into Lance.
Lance’s moans are now muffled by Keith’s fingers, but he doesn’t really mind it; he’s gotten what he wanted, and that is Keith’s cock burying itself deep into Lance and pressing right up against his cervix, he never thought he’d be a person who’d enjoy that feeling of his cervix being pushed and fucked against but Keith brought it out of him. Keith hums softly as he pushes forward just a little, testing the stretch, and with a satisfied inhale, he pulls back, slowly dragging his cock out before pushing back inside.
“Fuck, boy..Ya're never 'unna stop amazin' meh at how your pretty little pussy feels around my cock..” Keith groans, free hand gripping Lance’s waist as he pulls out and thrusts back into Lance with a little more force than last time. Lance’s guttural moans vibrate around Keith’s fingers, tongue still swirling, cleaning despite most of the slick now being gone. Keith’s fingers press down on Lance’s tongue, opening his mouth up to let his voice be heard.
“Aah gotta hear that purdy voice of yours, boy. Gotta make sure ya're enjoin' yourself as much as aah'm…” Keith coos, leaning over Lance’s back to reach his ear, teeth nibbling on the cartilage, tugging on it, and pressing light, soothing kisses over the bite. Lance is always so good at taking whatever Keith gives him, every rough move, every gentle move. Lance is at Keith’s feet like an obedient little dog.
“Are ya mah little bitch, lance? Ya love doin' what aah tell ya to do, huh?” Keith rasps against Lance’s ear, tongue tracing along the shell before dipping down to his earlobe and sucking the soft flesh into his mouth. Lance can’t exactly reply, but the garbled moan is enough for Keith. Lance knows his place. Pulling back and removing his fingers from Lance’s mouth, Keith runs his hands up Lance’s back, calloused and overworked fingers grazing his spine, shoulder blades, and up to his neck. Keith’s never been into choking someone; that brings too much fear into his heart, but sliding his hand into Lance’s hair and yanking it back so his upper body is lifted from the couch is just the right amount of ‘harm’ Keith can apply to Lance’s head.
“Ye-yes Daddy! I-I’m your bitch, pl-please- fucking use me!” Lance moans, voice hoarse and desperate, and it brings a smile to Keith’s lips. Keith leans back in, nose rubbing against Lance’s ear as he breathes him in, pulling out slowly, he turns his face to press his lips against Lance’s ear.
“As ya wish, darlin'.” Keith snarls out, Lance’s entire body feeling like it just got set on fire by the God of Lust, just as Keith snaps his hips into Lance. Lance chokes on a moan, and Keith groans into Lance’s ear as he repeats his hip movements and starts pounding himself into Lance. His neck is right there, bared for Keith. It’d be so easy to bite into it and forever mark Lance as his to everyone and anyone, to the universe, to show that their bond is made, but he can’t. Something in him stops him, and he knows what, or who it is, and she will always make him hesitate, so he doesn’t bite Lance today, maybe not ever, but he can fuck Lance, he can make him smell like Keith, and that’s good enough.
Keith’s hand slides from Lance’s hair to his neck, pressing Lance down into the couch so he can get the angle right, pounding that sweet cunt’s g-spot over and over again, making Lance become a sobbing, dripping mess. His voice is so garbled that Keith can not even make out a single word he’s saying, which is a good sign Lance is enjoying himself. The couch is creaking with each thrust Keith makes, Lance is bouncing back and forth on Keith’s cock, and Keith can’t keep his eyes off how Lance’s folds wrap around his shaft, how his butthole clenches and unclenches with each hilt.
“Ggghh-Gonna cum, Daddy!” Lance sobs out, he isn’t so sure Keith’s going to let him come this time either, but what’s Keith gonna do, stop thrusting and ruin how he feels? Nahhh, Lance bounces back against Keith’s hips, trying to, in his mind, spur Keith on. But Keith isn’t stopping, his free hand slides to the front of Lance and strokes his enlarged clit between two fingers. He keeps his thrusting quick and rough, the dual sensation drops Lance straight off the cliff and into the warm, fluffy clouds of an orgasm. Pussy clenching around Keith’s still thrusting cock, clit throbbing between Keith’s fingers, and a drawn-out moan is released. To Lance’s dismay, Keith isn’t stopping there either. Lance wants to cum? Well..Then he’s going to cum. Just as many times as Keith wants him to.
Lance’s hips try to buck away from Keith’s fingers stroking his clit, but he isn’t able to go anywhere. Because pressing back only shoves Keith’s cock deeper, pressing forward only makes Keith’s fingers tug on his clit, and either option is intense. So Lance has no choice but to writhe on the spot, dig his fingers into the couch cushions, and make noise. Keith’s relentless thrusting was something Lance had to get used to. Lance had to beg for Keith to let go, to give in to the urges, and at first, Lance was so severely overwhelmed that he’d have to ice his pussy to reduce the amount of swelling. Keith was not only the first very large cock Lance ever experienced, but also the first Alpha he had to chase down, because boooy, Keith was playing hard to get at first.
“Ya thought ya'd git away that easy, boy? ya ain't done until aah say ya're done.” Keith rasps, fingers jerking Lance’s clit off in quicker strokes, mouth kissing over Lance’s skin, mostly the side of his neck, and he catches himself nearly sinking his teeth into Lance multiple times. It’s becoming frustrating at this point to have to stop himself from doing something that comes with his instincts, but he can’t do that, and if he thinks too much about it, he will get turned off, and the progress they’ve made will be ruined, and Keith loves Lance far too much to do that to him. He nuzzles his nose into the crook of Lance’s neck instead, inhaling his scent to soothe the urge to bite his neck, yes…he can bite Lance anywhere else, but that won’t soothe the itch in his teeth.
“Nnnhhh~ Ohhh my God~!” Lance whines, not sure where to go, because he feels his second orgasm sneak up on him, heat pooling and blooming low in his gut. He swallows hard, writhing his hips against Keith, bending and arching his back the closer he climbs to the top.
“I’m cumming~ I-uuhh~” Lance sobs, fuck, it’s getting harder to think, to speak, all he can think about is his impending orgasm and the utter need to have Keith knot him, but he knows it’s not happening. Keith’s told him he’s not knotting him, not yet, maybe not ever, and Lance nearly broke apart when he heard that. Not like Keith didn’t know it hurt Lance, he saw it in his eyes, but he’s being really good about it and respecting Keith’s wants and wishes.
Keith feels Lance clamp around him rhythmically again, keeping to thrust into Lance despite the added pressure, which is harder than it seems. Keith laps at Lance’s earlobe, fingers still stroking Lance’s clit and feeling Lance continue to buck and bend underneath him. He’s so slick, really fucking slick to the point where Keith’s almost slipped out several times, he’s zoned out a little, the task of getting Lance to cum becomes a mindless thing as he tries to focus on not biting or knotting Lance. Keith’s growling in Lance’s ear, fucking into him at a quicker pace because he’s getting close, normally he wouldn’t be forming a knot, that’s how he’s been able to cum previously. And it’s become so normal for him that he doesn’t even notice he’s forming one, just feeling the urge to cum, and it's becoming almost impossible to ignore.
Keith lets go of Lance’s clit and wraps his arms around his waist instead, his thrusts becoming quicker, harder, and Lance has to cling to the couch to not be fucked out of it. A snarl escapes Keith, and his hips surge forward, and Lance feels an intense amount of pressure push into him. Realizing Keith just knotted him sends a fresh wave of pleasure rippling through Lance’s body, and he presses as hard as he can back against Keith, feeling the satisfying feeling of Keith’s cum filling him up. Keith can feel it, the intense relief, the pleasure of knotting someone again, and it fills him with both an utter sense of grief and joy.
“Fuck- aah'm sorry nnghh-..Aah'm sorry- fuck..aah couldn't help it. Caint control…aah’m sorry Laney…Aah’m so sorry.” Keith whimpers out the apology, which isn’t to Lance, but to his ex-wife. His arms hug Lance closer, and while it feels great for Lance, he feels terrible guilt,y and almost nauseated. He glances back at Keith, brows furrowed softly, and he brings a hand to rub along Keith’s knuckles to soothe him.
“I’m sorry, Keith..I-” Lance whispers, swallowing hard, and his fingers tighten around Keith’s hand. He can’t take it back, the knotting, it’s happened, and they can just…never do it again. Keith’s face pressed into Lance’s neck, before sliding over to the back of his neck, and hepresseds soft kisses on Lance’s skin. Lance feels his eyes burn, tears forming in his eyes because, despite it all, Keith is still a good man.
“No, it ain't your fault, Lance. Please do not apologize fo-wah anythin'. Ya could do nothin' wrong, love, aah'm just...a man who still loves his-” Keith stops himself, pressing his forehead against Lance’s back. His arms clench around Lance a little tighter. His breathing changes, and Lance can tell Keith’s upset…
“I know..I know she means a lot to you and I’m not-” Lance moves, and Keith has to follow; they lie down on their side on the couch, and they curl up together. Lance…loves, Keith, despite the situation, he’s also not here to replace anyone…Or make Keith forget his wife.
“I’m not here to replace her, I know I can’t ever do that, nor do I want to…I knew what I was getting into, and I chose this. You and your trauma…Your daughter…” Lance mumbles, feeling Keith nuzzle closer, and he smiles at the feeling.
“Juniper really loves ya, Lance. Ya're great with her, Laney would've loved ya..Nah, she would've adored ya...She does adore ya, aah'm certain of that.” Keith’s voice is low, but filled with affection for the other. While still loving his wife a great deal, he loves Lance in another way. Lance huffs, tuts a little, and turns his head to the side as much as he can, twisting his upper body a little to look back at Keith, meeting his violet-gray eyes.
“And I love her, you’re a good man…A great man, who’s way too good for little ol’ me.” Lance teases with a southern twang to it, causing Keith to flare his upper lip in mild disgust. Lance laughs and turns his head away, then looks back at Keith.
“It ain’t that bad, is it?” He continues, and Keith groans, grabs Lance’s jaw in his hand,s and kisses him gently to shut him up.
“Ya yap too much, boy. 'n that ain't how aah sound, ya're just playin' it up fo-wah the joke of it.” Keith gruffs, pressing another kiss to Lance’s lips, then another. He lets Lance’s jaw go; still, a small smile forms on his lips.
“'n aah ain't too good fo-wah ya. Ya're too good fo-wah meh, just look at ya. City boy, young, got his whole life ahead of him, and he chooses an old, grumpy single dad to git en bay-ehd with? ya can do better, boy.” Keith sighs, looking at Lance. But Keith doesn’t want anything else; he can’t have his wife, but he can have something nearly as good as her, Lance.
“Yeah, and I wouldn’t trade my old, grumpy single dad for anything or anyone. He’s mine, and he’s got to learn to deal with that…” Lance hums, nuzzling back against Keith and shifts a little too much to the knot pulls, causing them both to groan in discomfort. Lance glances down, whining softly at the sight of his swollen abdomen, full of Keith’s release. Keith’s hands slide down to cup Lance’s bloated abdomen, and he hums deeply in satisfaction.
“Well. Ya're full of meh 'n mah seed..'s hard not to know ya belong to meh...So full..'n round..almost as mah laney was when she was with Juni…” Keith teases, pressing his fingers down over the swell of Lance’s abdomen, causing Lance to writhe at the feeling. The cleanup is the worst of it, but Keith is seasoned in how to deal with the mess and carries Lance, knotted still, into the shower, and that's where he pulls out. Sweet relief washes over Lance, but also the humiliating feeling of being left gaping and oozing cum. It’s a lot more than a simple creampie, more like an overstuffed creampuff.
“Aah love ya, Lance...Don't ya ever forget that.”