Really, what were they thinking? Sending those two in alone and expecting them to come back in a timely manner?
Having Kaltenecker meant they got milk, which meant hot chocolate and whipped cream as well.
Pidge kept a track of time on Earth, assuming only a day had passed from their first hyperjump in the Blue Lion, and with that they tended to keep celebrating Earth holidays as if they were still there. So, even though the Castle may be a perfectly comfortable temperature, hot chocolate was still insisted upon because it was Christmas time on Earth.
Lance doesn't even try to suppress his chuckle as Keith leans back against the counter top, face flushed and eyes dark with lust, gazing down at the younger as he sprays whipped cream over the twitching length of Keith's cock. Sending the two of them in by themselves was probably not the best decision.
Keith huffs out heavy breaths as Lance drags his tongue so teasingly through the white cream, the tip just barely making contact with his member. Lance has the smuggest possible look on his face as he hums at the taste, taking more in his mouth with little kitten licks; no mind given to how he is absolutely taking apart the Red Paladin with pleasure.
And Keith really can't help but fall to pieces: Lance may have an almost conceited expression, but he looks content and downright happy as he wraps his lips around the rosy head of Keith's length, his swirling tongue causing precum to dribble out slowly. The older teen wants to throw his head back in pleasure and keen, yet his eyes don't leave the gorgeous sight below him - the gorgeous sight of Lance, on his knees, absolutely beaming as he swallows down Keith's cock.
He quickly bites the back of his leather glove when Lance takes him down to the hilt without so much as a stutter. Lance's throat is so tight, convulsing with every swallow, his mouth warm and incredibly skilled, sending hot rivulets of pleasure up Keith's spine when he hollows his cheeks, lew noises filling the kitchen as he sucks with every bob of his head.
When he comes with a low, growling groan against the back of his hand, Keith can't even be embarrassed at how quick it was. It isn't his fault the younger teen has gotten so damn good at finding every single sweet spot of his. And it's even less his fault when his tired dick gives a twitch at seeing his load spill down Lance's chin, despite his efforts to swallow all of it. If they weren't expected back in the common area, there would be a round two of Lance fucking Keith until he sobs.
For now they fix themselves up and wipe away all the evidence. Keith kisses a smear of whipped cream off Lance's nose before they gather the mugs and head back to the other Paladins, pointedly ignoring all complaints of the hot chocolate being cold.
Really, what the hell were they thinking, sending those two to fetch it?