"Stay still."
Lance is a lot of things: a goofball, a dork, a flirt; okay, maybe he isn't a lot of things, at least not in his eyes, but Keith knows him to be so much more - more than he could ever hope to verbalize to the Blue Paladin, words aren't really his strong suit. But that's neither here nor there, because right now the most prominent thing Lance is, is fucking sexy.
Who know dweeb Lance could be this dominant? Right now he has Keith with his hands pinned above his head, the older completely naked while the younger is still wearing all those goddamn layers. Blankets and pillows have been shoved onto the floor, out of the way. And Keith gasps as every glob of hot wax drips onto his exposed stomach.
Lance holds the white candle carefully, keeping his hand away from the flickering orange flame and also out of the way of the melting wax. This had been punishment for Keith finishing before he was told, but if his constant crooning is any sign, he enjoys this as much as a good hard spanking.
"Keep still," repeats Lance as the next drip of wax falls on his hip, causing Keith to buck with a soft gasp. "Remember, you're being punished. You don't want to upset me more, do you?"
Shaking his head quickly, Keith attempts to still himself yet he can't seem to stop the constant quivering that just seems to get that much stronger with every droplet that hits his skin.
His abdomen looks like a Jackson Pollock by time Lance blows out the candle, shaking the last bit of semi melted wax onto the teen beneath him. "There we go," he hums as he gazes down at his lover with a lust that he barely keeps reigned in. "Do you have something to say to me now, pretty boy?"
Keith flushes scarlet, he always does when Lance praises him, and turns his head away to avoid the younger's eyes. That gets him a tut and Lance grabs his chin, obviously waiting for his response. Keith swallows. "I'm s-sorry for coming with-without permission, sir." His voice may be shaky but it's hardly from fear or embarrassment; no, more from the pleasure he so desperately wants that Lance keeps denying him.
"Good boy," purrs Lance before he places a kiss to the Red Paladin's forehead. "I know you're sorry for disobeying me, but I still have to punish you so that you don't go getting cheeky on me."
"I know, sir. Thank you, sir, for taking care of me."
Lance has to break character at the unusual meekness in Keith's voice. He bends to press a kiss to the elder's lips, soft and gentle and sweet. "You know I love you, Keith."
"Yeah, I know." he smiles, his voice much less docile and diffident. His tone is strong again, as if he weren't buck naked with Lance sitting on his thighs, just beneath his throbbing erection. "I love you too,"
"And I'll stop as soon as you say the word, no matter what."
Keith pulls against his restraints to lean up and press their mouths together in another kiss. "I know, Lance. I'll say it if I need to, and right now I really, really don't need to."
They share another kiss before Lance grabs his dark hair and shoves him back down into the mattress. "Good. Now I'll give you one more chance to do it properly, don't disappoint me." hums Lance as he opens his fly.