So here's a masochistic Lance with a sadistic Galra Keith. I know, it's "technically" day 12, I'll get that out. Let me live. Please. orz
When Keith first became over-exposed to the quintessence and shifted into a Galra-esque body with purple skin and yellow eyes, they had all done their best to be supportive; no one more so than Lance.
While everybody had comforted Keith and assured him that they wouldn't stop until they found a way to reverse the transformation so that he could be himself again, Lance assured him that, no matter what, he was himself, and that something as superficial as his appearance wasn't going to change that. He made sure Keith understood that no matter what, he was still Keith and that none of them would ever change their view of him just because of how he looked.
It took a while for Keith to convince himself to listen to them - not just Lance, but the rest of the paladins, too. He was certain that they were disgusted with him or that they pitied him, and it caused his anger issues from before to become three times as bad. Those had been rough times for everyone; nobody had been able to so much as approach Keith without receiving a threat, and he had refused to come out of his room half the time because he was convinced he was a monster.
With help from Lance, though, he came to accept his new body and to even appreciate some things about it, like the additional muscle strength and sharp senses. Galra were innately a more physically intensive species than humans, so in a lot of ways, Keith could actually view his transformation as an upgrade of sorts. However, being Galra had its shortcomings, as well. Just like they were a stronger species by nature, Galra also tended to have much more…aggressive instincts. This meant that Keith's temper still tended to be more explosive than usual, which was saying something.
Luckily for the team, however, Lance had a solution for this part of Keith's Galra genes, too. It really seemed like a miracle how Lance was able to just have answers to everything going on with Keith, but, well, maybe he'd thought about all of these scenarios beforehand because he thought about Keith a lot…
In any case, Lance was able to quench Keith's aggressive nature whenever he felt himself losing his temper without fail every single time. As to how he did it, it was a mystery to the rest of the team since the two of them preferred to keep it between them.
Pidge seemed to know something the others didn't, though. The young girl had pushed her glasses up mischievously just earlier when Keith had blown up at the Blade of Marmora for no reason, really…his temper had just spiralled out of control, partly due to the fact that he was still getting used to the genes of his new form. Since he had begun yelling at everyone and sweating from rage, Lance had taken him away from the meeting to do damage control, with the others watching them curiously, or in Pidge's case, snickering maniacally.
That was how they got into the situation they were currently in, with Lance on his hands and knees, upper half of his body stretched forward across the bed.
"K-Keith! Oh my god, Keith! You're…you're going so hard today…!" The Cuban boy gasped out, eyes feeling ready to pop out of his sockets from how roughly the Galra male was fucking him from behind. Unsympathetic growls sounded with every thrust as Keith clenched his teeth.
"Shut the fuck up if you're just going to complain; you and I both know you like it like this," Keith ordered, punishing Lance by digging his sharp Galra claws into his hips more.
"Ah!" Lance cried out, tears flying from his eyes as pain shot through his rear. He slowly looked back, observing the look of pure aggressive lust on Keith's face. "K-Keith, you-AH!" Lance's head flew back as Keith slapped his ass, effectively shutting him up.
"Are you gonna talk back to me? Aren't you the one who suggested this? Who suggested I use my anger and pour all of it out into fucking you?" Keith growled threateningly, hand moving up to hold Lance's throat in a tight grip, his claws grazing against the neck skin.
Lance whimpered, eyes closing and pushing out more tears as his throat bobbed against Keith's hand when he gulped. "Y-yes…" It was true, he had been the one to come up with this method of calming Keith's Galra temper tantrums.
"And aren't you the one who admitted that you were just being a selfish slut? That you didn't actually want this to help me, you just wanted it because I could fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before?"
Lance gulped hard again, feeling Keith's hand tighten its grip against his throat. "W-well…" he hesitated even though that was true, mind lost in the feeling of Keith fucking him so hard. He could barely feel his ass from how roughly it was being pounded, but he could certainly feel Keith's cock ramming against his insides, granting him wave after wave of intense pleasure.
He leaned his head back against Keith's shoulder for support, eyes opening in surprise when Keith shifted his body back so that his face was by Lance's ear. "Admit it. Admit that you wanted this. Admit you want me to hurt you. Admit that's why you want me to fuck you when I'm angry. Admit it!" His voice was far more rough and threatening than Lance had ever heard before, and it made his heart thump with fear that Keith would hurt him badly. Fear…and excitement.
"I…I wanted you to fuck me when you're angry…so that you could…ah! So that you could fuck me harder! Fuck…fuck me harder!" Lance confessed, tears pooling from his eyes more as his hands gripped the bedsheets.
"Don't give me orders!" Keith rammed his cock into Lance's prostate especially hard while at the same time moving his face down, sinking his teeth into Lance's shoulder and closing his jaws together in a bite that seemed intent on removing the meat.
"KEITH!" Lance screamed, eyes flying wide open as his front half collapsed, the mixed sensations of pleasure from his prostate and pain from his shoulder vibrating throughout his entire body from head to toe. "God, Keith, fuck!"
Keith slammed into his prostate with every thrust, balls slapping his ass and marking them red. Meanwhile, he held Lance's body up as his teeth sank down into his shoulder more and more with each passing second.
"Oh my god! It's so much! So much, Keith, too much!" Lance sobbed, tears streaming down his face as Keith just bit down harder. "Keith, are you-KEITH!" He screamed his name again, voice bloodcurdling as Keith's claws dug into his stomach, breaking the skin. A low, demanding growl sounded from Keith's throat the entire time, his eyes staring at Lance's tears joyously and using them as encouragement to bite down harder.
Lance didn't know which one was more messed up, the fact that his tears made Keith just fuck him with more passion, or the fact that the pain from his sharp teeth and claws was getting Lance so close to cumming. Obviously the prostate pounding was a part of that, but the pain just felt so right to Lance. The thought that he was getting physically punished by Keith and letting him take his anger out on him by hurting him felt so fucking good. It wasn't enough for Keith to just fuck his anger out, he needed to hurt Lance to do it, and Lance loved every second of it.
"M-more, Keith!" he begged, shoving his ass back against Keith's large Galra cock and keening into his jaw. "Hurt me more!"
The growl that Keith let out in response was so feral and menacing that it sent chills through Lance. "You slut. Filthy pain-loving cock slut, that's what you are!" Keith roared before biting down on other parts of his back, ripping out more sobs and screams from Lance.
"Oh fuck! Keith, please!" He cried, tears spilling onto the mattress as he desperately pushed his body back against Keith's to get more pleasure and pain. The slut shaming felt just as good as the physical pain, and he was about ready to shoot. He just needed one last push…
"You're a masochistic whore, Lance." Keith sunk his teeth straight into Lance's neck, not holding back on the pressure behind his jaw, and that did it.
A strangled cry left Lance's mouth as he came, cum splattering all over the sheets in what must've been one of the hardest orgasms of his life due to how much Keith was stimulating his body.
Just hearing Lance cry out in so much pain made Keith bite down on his neck harder, and only moments after Lance came, he followed suit, burying his cock deep inside of his stretched hole and dumping load after load into his body. His teeth dug into the skin of his neck more and more with each shot, low grunts rippling through his body as he strained his balls to push all of his cum into Lance.
The two of them stayed in their mounting and mounted positions for a good amount of time after that, relishing in the marks Keith had just left on Lance's body, both outside and inside. Finally, when he let go of Lance, he just collapsed completely onto the bed.
"God, Keith…so good…" he muttered sleepily, eyes already drooping close. Keith immediately plopped himself down next to Lance on the bed, arms wrapping around him and pulling him close. The Blade meeting was long forgotten now as they spooned, with Lance snuggling backwards into Keith.
"You know, the others would be so confused. It's like you're punishing me with pain for having helped you with everything." Lance chuckled.
"Yeah, well, they don't know how much of a masochist you are."
Lance tilted his head from side to side a bit. "True. Nor do they know how much of a sadist you are." He looked up at Keith, smiling sweetly at the Galra.
"That's true, too," he said, craning his head forward to kiss Lance's forehead.
His anger was completely gone.
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