"Have you been a naughty boy?
The hand cracks down hard on his ass, exposed and pushed up in the air, and Keith can't help the gasp that feels almost punched out of him.
Lance has him across his lap, his elbow in the middle of the Red Paladin's back to keep him pinned down while his other smooths over skin that blossoms bright red from the boy. "That isn't an answer, you know." hums Lance, voice dark and low and silky, and probably the main reason Keith is so damned hard after just a little making out.
"I-I-" Keith stutters over a reply and the hand comes down on his left cheek, causing his hips to buck against Lance's leg, who hums when the pale flesh wobbles with the blow.
Working out and training as much as they do keeps them all decently toned, and, yeah, abs and pecs and biceps are nice enough; but goddamn this bubble butt. Keith's ass is too nice to keep eyes off of. I mean, no one could argue that Keith had a nice body, small, strong, and lithe, but his ass. It was so unfairly amazing, and it drove Lance completely out of his fucking mind.
"Are. You. A. Naughty. Boy?"
The force in his voice sends a shiver down Keith's spine and he grips the leg of Lance's jeans. He nods quickly; his own voice comes out breathless and rough with arousal, though embarrassment makes him trip over his words. "I've been- been such a n-naughty boy, Lan- sir."
Lance smirks and strokes a hand through his hair. "Good boy, remembering your manners. I still have to punish you though."
"Yes, sir," nods Keith, his eagerness obvious.
That makes Lance chuckle again before bringing his hand down. The spank is firm and harsh and makes the older teen cry out as pleasure is sent up his spine to collect as a warmth in his belly.
"Don't get any ideas about coming, sweetie," Lance hums as his hand cracks down on his ass again. "We got a long way to go."
Keith can only moan in reply.