Keith was, absolutely and without a doubt, trying to get pregnant.
Hunk was sure of it. He was also pretty sure Lance had not figured this out yet, and therefore probably even Keith hadn't realized it yet. That wasn't so surprising. They were too close to it. And also, their brains were both mush from the exorbitant amounts of sex they were having all over the castle.
So he didn't particularly mind the two of them being so slow to catch on to the situation, even when it was so very very obvious to everyone else. Besides, even if Keith was physically capable of it he was still first and foremost Keith, and it wasn't like 'this man is trying to get pregnant' was the first conclusion anyone was gonna draw for a normal dude, much less one as… antisocial as Keith Mclain.
Well, and that was part of it too, actually. Everyone around here knew Keith pretty well, and that's why when he started acting a bit odd, everyone noticed. Or… okay, if Hunk was gonna be perfectly honest, there had been a few instances that had been like, dead giveaways.
Not the wild sex, or the sudden interest in interacting with children, or the over-jealous over-emotional possessiveness over his husband. Well yeah of course it was those, but mostly, for Hunk? He had figured it out the time Keith had found a shirt belonging to his Arusian friend Klaizap in the hangar and had subsequently burst into tears and hugged it into his chest because it was quote, "Just so small!"
Yeah, it wasn't hard for anyone to put the pieces together after that. After that it was basically just a matter of waiting and preparing for oncoming storm of babyfever and Lance's inevitable mental breakdown.
Still, it was all pretty sweet, wasn't it? Hunk was so excited, he loved babies. And Lance and Keith were a surprisingly well-balanced and functional couple, they'd wind up making great parents. Plus his best friend would be a dad which would make Hunk an automatic uncle, and for some reason the mental image of Keith bitching out some allied military commander with a baby slung over one hip was like, weirdly adorable, and Hunk wasn't even the one in love with the guy. This was gonna be great.
Man, just thinking about it… this kid was gonna be so cute ! With Lance's dark skin and Keith's dark hair it wasn't hard to guess what they'd look like, except maybe for the part where they'd also be a quarter purple. Keith wouldn't have any idea how to deal with a girl if they had a daughter, which could be pretty funny by itself, but then if they had a boy they might wind up in some weird competition where each of them try to persuade their son into taking more after them than their husband. Also hilarious, and prooooobably not mentally damaging? Hunk wasn't sure. Didn't honestly know that much about kids. Lance did, though, and Mrs. Holt obviously had two, and Allura had said Coran had practically raised her himself, so between the lot of them they'd probably figure this out.
Allura… he wondered if she wanted to have kids someday, too. He wondered if they even could together, though he supposed Keith being half Galra was a good sign by itself. Hunk sure hoped so. They'd never really talked about it because it seemed like enough of a luxury just to get married - having kids while fighting a ten millennia-long space war seemed way too farfetched. But maybe, if Keith and Lance really did have a baby, and if it turned out not to be such an unrealistic idea… It sure would be nice, huh? Making a real family with Allura, who had lost the entirety of her family and so much more all while she was asleep to do nothing to fight it… He wanted to be able to give that to her. Wanted to have royal Altean babies and get in the same argument a hundred times about whether it made more sense to raise them in human ways or like Alteans, and lose every time because out of the two of them only one was part of an extinct culture that had no other means of being passed down.
He'd bring it up with her soon. Maybe tonight before bed; Lance had come through with that book of sonnets Hunk had asked for while he was on Earth and he was planning on reading a few to her, maybe it wouldn't feel random to bring it up if he'd already gotten the mood all romantic.
He hadn't looked through it yet, but he already knew that he wanted to read to her. The book he'd wanted was filled with some of the best Pablo Nerudo, and he'd been looking forward to sharing them with her since they'd found that first book of Altean poetry years ago. They'd been some of his favorites in high school but he'd never bothered trying to memorize any, so until they started making trips back to Earth their arts exchange had been terribly one-sided. But nowadays the best part of every day was meeting Allura in their bed, loose silver hair spilling over her elegant shoulders as she leaned against the headboard with a serene smile while Hunk recited silver-gilded words of the beauty of Earth's love to her unadorned ears.
Yeah, life was good. Anyway, he'd think about what that conversation might entail in a bit. For now, Hunk had a Galra-proof plastic crib to design.
Lance was forced at this point to admit, his husband seemed to be going to great lengths in the name of getting himself knocked up. Keith's hormones were completely out of whack and Lance knew it, because he was half-Galra 100% of the time, in heat half the time, and um… How did he put this delicately…
Keith was thirsty for dick.
They had been having insane, crazy amounts of sex lately, and in the last… entire month now, Keith hadn't wanted to top once . Which, yeah, Lance would admit that when they fell together without thinking about it that was the arrangement they usually fell into, but that wasn't the same as them never switching. Like, variety was the spice of life you know? Yeah, salt in fact did in fat work with nearly any food, but that doesn't mean a little sugar isn't called for every now and then, right? Okay that was a weird metaphor, but you got the picture.
And the thing is… If Keith really was trying to get pregnant? They'd have talked about it first. Like, at all. Which they never had. Like, at all .
Okay, that wasn't technically true. They had gone as far in talking about it as contraceptives when they'd first discovered he wasn't completely infertile five years ago, and then carried the conversation absolutely no further. And then they kept failing at the 'try not to come inside so often' part in the heat of… Heats anyway, and, uh. Here they sort of were.
Which was: Keith trying to get pregnant, and not even being aware of it yet .
Look, obviously, Lance wanted to have kids. God , did he ever want kids, wanted to be able to give Keith the one thing no one ever had been - a real blood family of his own. Wanted to be part of that family, share that bond with him, and - and children! Lance wanted there to be kids in this big empty space castle, wanted to spend every moment he wasn't in his Lion or on a mission playing with and teaching his children, wanted their home to be filled with coloring books and toys and tiny clothes, and by God, he wanted to do it all with Keith.
That's why Lance was too afraid to talk about it. Just the thought, just the mental image of picturing his Keith, his battlesharp badass all softened with pregnancy fat and glowing with the subtle bliss that could only come from being heavy with child… It was too much for him. Every time Lance thought about it something weighed down hot and tight in his chest, hope and fear and want and the knowledge that as of this far in their lives, Keith had never had any interest in having children.
It… sucked. Lance had already come to terms with the fact that he wanted to be married to someone who didn't want kids, and he'd thought he was fine with it. He WAS fine with it! Not like he was gonna run off with some Earth floozy just because she could actually bear his children, right? He was… Lance was okay with not having kids, because having Keith was enough. But... But man, it just wasn't FAIR! It was like he was being taunted, like everything he wanted was being dangled in front of his face on a fishhook dangling over a cliff edge.
Stupid heat hormones fucking with Keith's brain and making him do crazy things he didn't really mean to do. Fuck, they really needed to talk about this. But they also needed to talk about this when Keith was right in the head, and it wouldn't be another three weeks til Keith's estrus broke. After that it would only be two months before he was in season again, and then it would last a full four months, so... They'd definitely need to talk about it by then.
But for now, Lance just... didn't want to think about it. Didn't wanna get his hopes up only to find out Keith really was just chemically imbalanced and they wouldn't be trying to get pregnant, after all. Like Lance said, it was just a bit too much for him, okay?
So for now, he'd try to avoid Keith's… romantic advances. Like for one thing his dick was just gonna break off at this rate, the human body was not built for this much Galran love and he still had like, a job that required physical stamina and frequent unexpected combat. Not that they'd stopped having sex all together, that was just crazy. But like. Lance was gonna actually shove Keith off from time to time now instead of how he had been playing it, which was to go ahead and have sex with his husband any and every time he wanted it. Which, to be fair, that system had been working great for them so far!
And it also meant that by god, Lance was gonna get his, too. Keith didn't get to be on bottom all the time, damn it. What the hell was the fun of having an alien lover if you didn't do it all the freaky-deaky ways said alien lover's body provided? Get him some of that D, man. Get him sum dat.
The, um. Plan did maybe not stay 100% on track.
So Lance had been claiming he was too tired for a good couple days - Actually no. Let's rephrase that. Lance was in Factual Reality, way too tired for sex for the last few days here. But anyway, they were going to bed and Keith had tried his Moves again and Lance hadn't particularly felt like if he was awake for one second longer he'd die, so sex was initiated. Or more specifically foreplay was initiated, which Lance then steered in the direction he wanted by swiping a a couple fingerfuls of slick off of Keith's inner thighs and then proceeded to shove them inside of himself, which set the tone for the rest of the evening pretty well.
Lance actually prefered it on his back, liked it best when Keith took him face to face so they could kiss all dirty while they do it. But, the thing about that was that it was more fun when Keith was a human, because um. Like, that Galra dick of his? Could do things a human penis way could not, and it was easier to reach the good bits from this angle. So Lance was lying on his stomach because that was his second favorite way to get fucked, because he could get it nice and deep and feel Keith's whole body draped over his. So see? They started out in the right direction.
Anyway, it had been pretty damned nice. The last time they'd done it this way had been in the middle of that two day bangathon where everything tended to run together, so being able to just lie down and enjoy non- heat-crazy powerfucking was almost relaxing. It was true that after several years of repeated consumption Keith's intoxicating slick didn't really make him actually fucked-in-the-brain high anymore - a man needs to keep smoking more and more weed to feel the effects over time, but MAN do you ever not need to change your viagra dose - but that didn't mean that Heat sex wasn't still on a whole level, you know? Disaster sex is fun and all, but Lance always had and always would prefer to take things slow.
It was hard to convince Keith of the same of course, but the real reason they hadn't had sex the last couple days was because the Lamuellans had agreed to their contract and so the last two days had been dedicated to MORTAL COMBAT IN SPACE because The Galra did in fact, not find it particularly agreeable when giant robot lions carved their way through their military bases in destructive rampages. So between not having time during the day and being genuinely exhausted at night, even Keith's weird unbreakable heat spell wasn't enough motivation to try at more than a passing attempt at copulation.
It was probably because of that they'd actually been taking things easy tonight, even with Lance's refusal to completely take the lead. Either way Lance liked it, content to stretch out on his bed sheets and enjoy the hard stretch of his husband's cock wriggling inside of him.
When he closed his eyes like this it was easy to concentrate on the harsh, low-pitched grunts of Keith's voice, breath panting hot right in Lance's ear as he rutted into him. It was just about perfect, the teeny-tiny nubs of his filed off dick spikes catching fast on Lance's rim on every thrust, helping him stay locked in nice and deep with every pull. And the thing about that was, that they made dildos covered in bumps for a reason, and that reason was that it felt AWESOME. He could feel every little bump and ridge every time they passed against his sensitive rim, good enough to make him shiver and bury his face in the pillow.
"Mm, feels so good babe," he praised mindlessly, pushing his own hips back. "Go a little slower, wanna feel you moving inside me." And he meant that literally. Keith's dick wasn't quite prehensile but boy, did that thing squirm, and when he actually listened and gentled the rock of his hips he also like, somehow started wiggling it even more and if you don't know what it's like to have the tapered head of an alien cock writhing in and stretching out the deepest parts of your business, then you're really missing out on life.
Keith was tense above him, nearly shaking himself, and Lance could feel how hard he was restraining himself to keep it slow just from the press of their bodies against each other. Haha, still cute even from up there, Lance fucking loved it. "You're," Keith was huffing out in a grunt, shuddering against Lance's back. "...Really fucking tight."
Lance laughed, shaking both of their bodies. "'Course I am," he intentionally clenched around Keith hard, making both of them moan a little in slightly different time and tune. "You're always so hungry for dick yourself that I never get stretched out."
"Fuck," Keith swore, stilling for half a second as he buried his nose in Lance's shoulder. "You wanna make fun of me or you wanna get fucked?"
"Get fucked, definitely," Lance grinned, shifting his legs to raise his ass up higher where Keith was buried inside it. "Maybe I should go find someone who can do that for me."
Keith grunted - nope, growled, Lance could feel the way his husband's chest was rumbling against his back with the hard sound. "Don't piss me off if you want it gentle," he, as established, growled, before sinking his teeth into a bite in Lance's shoulder.
Lance hissed, arching his back just as Keith fucked in hard, one hand tight on his hip to hold him still, ass still popped a few inches into the air from when he'd jolted just a moment before. The slight change in angle was enough that not only was Keith's dick finally rubbing against his prostate but more importantly, the three hard nubs of leftover spines had found it too, and were scraping and dragging against it on every short thrust.
God fucking shit, did that feel amazing. This here, this was the reason not to do it face to face - those fucking keratin nubs, man, drove Lance crazy . Had him cursing and fisting the bedsheets like, "Fuck yeah, just like that."
Keith only bit down again, lower on Lance's back. He wasn't much of a talker during sex, not unless Lance was making him scream, but when he got into it good he'd moan out these sexy low curses, and fuck Lance loved those so much.
It was easy to get into it and lose himself a little. Lance was ten kinds of relaxed, lying sweaty hot and wrecked, focusing on nothing but the weight of Keith's body on his back and the hard thrash of cock inside of him. He didn't know how long they ended up going at it but he knew how good it was, because Lance was rocking his hips to push back against Keith's dick and rub his own against the soft bedsheets, streaking it wet with his precome.
"S'good," Lance panted, spine tense and shaking on every hit of his prostate. "Fuck, Sweetheart, you're gonna make me come."
Above him, Keith paused. Lance did not, continuing the wanting shove of his hips for a few more long seconds while Keith muttered, "Gonna… come?"
"Yeah," Lance groaned lowly, pushing back meaningfully. "I will if you don't just stop anyway."
Keith breathed out a ragged sigh, and Lance could feel the shudder of his body against his, but he didn't resume. Finally he looked over his shoulder curiously, wondering what had stalled his husband dead in his tracks with a softly mumbled, "Keith?"
Keith's gold eyes were glossy the way they got way deep into heat sex, making Lance wonder how much of his brain was actually currently in there. They'd been going nice and easy enough for them to both be in their right minds, so what the hell was that look on Keith's face?
"Want it," Keith mumbled, the words strung out and barely coherent. He pulled out of Lance and climbed off, the sudden empty sensation not nearly as preoccupying as the confusion as to what Keith could have decided he 'wanted.' Shoving himself up to his elbows in a slow lurch, he didn't even manage to get all the way into a sitting position before Keith was using the grip he still had on one hip to flip Lance over onto his back.
Oh, okay, Lance could roll with this. He shifted and wiggled his hips again to settle into a comfortable position, trying to decide if he should spread of legs or lift 'em or what here but Keith was already moving, one hand pressed down hard on Lance's thigh as leverage while he climbed onto his lap. "Huh?"
Lance sat up a little blearily, only to find his husband's face only inches from his own. "Want it, wanna feel it when you come," Keith muttered breathily in a voice that sounded like he was talking more to himself than Lance. And then, because Keith's body apparently had Needs, he was reaching behind himself to grab at Lance's hard cock and sinking down onto it in seconds, wet and hot and sudden enough to make Lance jolt and involuntarily buck his hips up to breach his cock past Keith's fluttering inner ring to sit more than halfway way inside.
Keith shook, a low guttural moan torn from his throat as he clenched around Lance, one arm flying up around his shoulders to grip at the back of Lance's head. With no hesitation he started moving again, bouncing his hips hard to fit Lance's cock past the second as well and the rest of the way inside, leaning forward to bury his face in Lance's shoulder. "C'mon," he begged breathlessly, rolling his hips to squeeze at Lance's cock without letting it pull out of the stubborn grip of his cunt. "C'mon, Lance, do it. Want you to finish inside me."
Which, for one, that'd take a second because being fucked and fucking someone are two entirely different sensations and the sudden change had been jarring enough that Lance would need a few more minutes to catch back up after the sudden 'what the fuck.'
And for two, what the fuck?
"Jesus fucking christ," Lance cursed in awe as his husband writhed on his dick, grabbing Keith by the jaw to pull him off of his shoulder to meet his eyes again. "Are you really that much of a fucking cumslut that you can't stand the thought of me coming anywhere but inside you?"
The whimper that came out of Keith's lips sounded pained, but his cunt throbbed so hard that Lance could actually hear the squelch of slick against their thighs for how much wetter Keith had just gotten. Lance, meanwhile, had had his brain go completely offline, because this was new levels of dirty it simply could not handle and needed to step outside and let the body take over for a minute while it recovered.
"Fuck," he hissed, grabbing Keith by the waist to shove him backward onto the bed. Keith's shoulders hit the mattress and Lance was already on top of him, spreading Keith's legs with his hands and pounding into him hard. "Un-fuckin-believable, you weird little slut."
Keith was practically writhing on the bed below him, feet sliding indulgently up and down Lance's sweaty back with every uneven thrust. "I - I'm not a slut," Keith denied in a strained whimper. His thighs were tight around Lance's waist but his cunt was already giving easily to the push of Lance's cock, letting him slide in and out even through the clench of both twitching internal rings. "I don't give it out to just anyone, m'not a slut."
Lance hiked Keith's hips up higher to bend him forward, giving himself an easier angle to wreck Keith's twitching hole, lined right up perfect for the taking. "Must be a whore, then," Lance grinned, because he could feel Keith react to the word from where he was buried deep inside him. "My own needy little whore."
Keith's body went tight all over, face scrunching up with a punched out moan and squeezing Lance with every part of him he could, arms around his shoulders and legs around his back and most of all his pussy, wet and hot around Lance's cock. "I am," he crooned, voice low and broken. "You don't even know; could have me any time you want."
Lance's mind immediately lit up with images, ideas of coming up behind Keith in the middle of the crowded bridge and slipping a hand down the back of his pants, or even just taking him right at their dinner table, bending him over it in front of everyone and peeling Keith's too-tight pants down to his knees, where his asshole would already be glistening hot fuscia with wetness and ready for him…
"Fuck," His grip on Keith's thigh tightened enough to bruise, hips snapping forward hard enough for the loud smack of skin on skin to drown out the sound of the mattress thumping against the wall. "Fucking, of course I could. This pussy's already mine, isn't it?"
Keith twitched under him, face twisting like he had something to say about that, but Lance didn't give him the chance. "I mean, It gets wet just for me, right?" He grinned, loving how fast Keith had let himself get totally messed up underneath him. "Opens up just for me, tingles and throbs only because of me, am I right?"
Fingernails gouging red trails down Lance's back, Keith whined high in his throat, tense and shaky in that way that said he was just about to come soon. " Yes ," he screamed, and only got louder when Lance let go of his thigh to grab at his leaking cock instead. "Yes, yes yes, yes, yes!"
"Fuck, Keith," Lance panted unconsciously, desperate to finish off his husband because he was about four seconds away from busting himself, too delicious the wet heat of Keith's shuddering body around his cock. "Do you even remember the last time you came without thinking about me? "
The way Keith's eyes rolled to the back of his head and his cock thrashed and exploded in Lance's hand was answer enough, a flood of dirty wetness spilling out over Lance's hand and around his cock as Keith came from both ends at once. Lance fucked him right through it, drew out Keith's orgasm with every pull of his cock until his husband was a limp sated puddle on their sheets.
There was a voice in the back of Lance's head that was telling him he was supposed to pull out, the thought almost disjointed from the rest of reality. Lance did slip out of Keith, but not for any reason involving remembered responsibility - instead it was to crawl over Keith and grab his jaw, one hand braced flat against the wall as he directed, "Take it in your mouth."
Keith's jaw fell open obediently, looking up at Lance with glossy half-lidded eyes and sticking his tongue out in invitation for Lance's waiting cock as he guided it between those red-bitten lips. Keith's mouth was somehow wetter than his cunt and just as scorching hot, and when he started fucking into it Keith hummed out a hot little grunt from his throat vibrating straight through Lance's dick. The hand he'd had on Keith's jaw slid up through messy black hair until it was it was holding the base of one fluffy ear, and when he curled his fingers to dig his nails into the sensitive underside of Keith's ear the hum turned into a moan , deep and throaty as he tried to suck and swallow at the hard flesh as it invaded his mouth.
It didn't take much of that before Lance was coming hard, fucking himself deep enough into Keith's throat for plump lips to meet the curl of pubic hair, Lance shooting off into the back of his throat so that he had no choice but to swallow every drop. Even after Lance let himself grow soft and pulled away Keith's mouth hung open for a few long seconds, mouth wide and tongue flat like he was still waiting obediently for Lance to shove his cock back inside.
Afterwards was the obligatory 'fall into a naked breathless pile' phase, which as usual consisted mainly of Lance cooing 'I love you's to a barely conscious Keith while he tried to shove Lance's face out of his neck. Keith loved cuddling, really - he just insisted that Lance's breath on his sweaty neck made him feel like he was cuddling with a big dog, which was pretty ironic given that he was the one who literally purred .
They kept towels next to the lube under their bed for times when they were too lazy to clean up, but Lance didn't bother with them tonight. He went all the way to their bathroom for for a fresh damp rag, and even then stayed lingering in the restroom for a few minutes while he wiped the sweat and slick and spunk off of his skin. Splashed water on his face and just… looked vacantly at the mirror, eyes staring blankly through his own reflection.
There was an unspoken rule where they didn't talk about the things said or done during heat sex, on the basis that Keith would get so embarrassed he'd probably just start on fire. And Lance didn't intend to bring it up, but… Shit. What the fuck had that been? Keith's biological clock was seriously gonna fuck both of them over if things kept up like this. At this rate he really was going to get pregnant, and then once he was back in his right mind he'd freak out because he'd never wanted kids, and might even decide to terminate the pregnancy and Lance just wasn't sure his fucking heart could take that.
He knew Keith already knew he wanted kids, that's why he'd never brung it up. The last thing he wanted to do was put pressure on Keith, if it was ever a possibility in the future Keith would have to be the one to bring it up himself because Lance had already sort of… given up. The whole thing just wasn't as important as Keith was.
Three more weeks. It was pointless to even try to talk about for three more weeks, unless someone could convince Keith to shift back into a human body. If he tried bringing it up now of course Keith would say yes he wants kids, but maybe if Lance could at least get him to agree to waiting until his next heat to try to give them more time to prepare… And give Keith time to change his mind.
With a long sigh, Lance finally peeled himself off of the sink, stopping to wet a fresh towel before returning to bed.
He had taken long enough that Keith was sprawled out on the bed, arms wrapped around his pillow like he was trying to squeeze the air out of it. He accepted Lance's efforts to wipe him down with only a minor hum of annoyance, always the type to fall comatose asleep for a minimum of ten minutes after every time they had sex. Six hours of training never wipe this guy out as easy as a ten minute blow job could, seriously. It was kind of funny.
The moment Lance slipped in bed next to him Keith was twisting over to curl around him instead, arm slung over his chest and one leg thrown in between Lance's thighs.
Unable to help himself, Lance smiled, running fingers through the thick of Keith's hair to brush it out of his face, a few strands peeling hilariously out from between his parted lips where he'd sucked his own hair into his mouth. "I love you, Keith," he whispered unheard into the space between them. "You know that just having you will always be enough for me, right?"
"Hurrsnarfle," Keith snored back. He then snorted, turned his face into the bedsheets, and blew his nose directly into it.
Oh, for suck's sake. Lance gingerly lifted Keith's head long enough to yank his pillow over the snot stain, resolving that their sheets needed to be washed in the morning anyway. "You're lucky I'm in madly in love with you you gross son of a bitch."
Because he was an asshole, Keith sneezed into his face.