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"You weren't supposed to see this."
Lance spun around, nearly tripping over the damn cat, to find Kolivan standing behind him, between Lance and the slightly open double doors. He swallowed, taking in the expression on the Blade leader's face. Lance had the sudden, inexplicable feeling that he had stumbled upon something the Blades had wanted to keep to themselves and that it was probably about to get him killed. Kolivan looked pissed.
"How is he here?" Lance asked, gesturing to the pod behind him. "He's supposed to be lost to the Quintessence Field!"
Kolivan stared him down for a moment, arms crossed. Then he glanced down at the cat and sighed. "Kova," he said and the cat meowed. Lance glanced down, frowning when the stupid thing trotted over to Kolivan and hopped lightly up onto his shoulder. "He wasn't supposed to do that...with Sincline." The Galra sighed and lifted one hand, reaching up to scratch the cat under the chin. "We found him before Haggar or Sendak could, but...well." He gestured to the pod. "He was in poor shape, as you can see. The Emperor had managed to return from the Field, but he was weak, barely alive, when we reached him. Kova had found him and refused to leave his side."
"....why...why are you telling me this?"
"Because I trust you," Kolivan muttered, coming to join Lance before the pod that held Lotor. "And because Shiro already knows."
"The arm," Lance muttered and the Galra nodded. "Lotor's doing?"
"We found the blueprints on Sincline." The Blade leader smiled sadly and ran his fingers down the glass over Lotor's face. "He wasn't supposed to die, not like that...."
"No," he agreed softly, watching the soft, blue light play over Lotor's drawn face. "He definitely didn't deserve what he was given...didn't deserve Allura's anger." Lance sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "She should have heard him out, not condemned him..."
"She should have, indeed."
"....he's not dead, is he?"
Kolivan chuckled. "No, but it was close enough."
"And Kova?"
"He likes me," the Galra said with a shrug. "But he's a terribly mischevious little brat, isn't he?"
As if to punctate that statement, Kova meowed loudly. Lance chuckled, turning to face Kolivan properly. The Galra glanced towards him, hand dropping down to his side. They stared at each other for several moments, right up until Kova shoved a paw in Kolivan's face. Lance burst out laughing, then cleared his throat and glanced towards Lotor again. Sure, he hadn't liked the guy at first, but he had seemed genuine....and the way they treated him. He exhaled heavily.
"Is he gonna be okay?"
Kolivan sighed heavily and grabbed Lance's arm, dragging him away a few feet. "We don't know," he said, glancing back towards the pod. "We think so, but it'll take time... He was very weak, Lance. I'm surprised he's lasted this long."
Lance closed his eyes. "He didn't deserve this," he whispered. "He didn't deserve any of it."
"No, he did not."
"Is there anything I can do?"
Kolivan's hand come down on Lance's shoulder, startling him into opening his eyes. The Galra shook his head at him. "Nothing we aren't already doing, but if you'd like... Maybe try talking to him, hmm?"
With that, Kolivan plucked Kova off his shoulder and handed him off to Lance before turning and stalking out of the room. Lance watched him go, waiting until the doors were closed before he turned to face the pod again.
"Alright, then... I guess you and I had better have a chat, huh?"
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He strolled back into Kolivan's quarters casually with a purring Kova curled up in his arms, absently stroking the cat's back. Lance had a feeling he'd reached an understanding of sorts with both Kova, and Lotor. He wasn't sure how he knew that, but at least the cat hadn't hissed at him again since he spent a good hour talking to Lotor about anything and everything. Lance was even sure he'd seen the half-Galra's lips twitch once, but he couldn't really be completely sure yet. It might've been a trick of the light.
"Where in hell did you find that?"
Lance glanced up, stopping short at the look Keith was sending him. "Huh? What?" He frowned and looked about, confused. "Where'd I find what now?"
"The cat!" Keith shrieked, pointing at said sleepy cat currently cradled in Lance's arms. "The little shit owes me two shirts already!"
"Uh, what?"
Keith threw his hands up into the air and waddled towards the bathroom door. "I don't want to see that shitty cat until he replaces my fucking shirts."
"Keith, it's a cat! He's not that intelligent!" Lance called after him, hugging the cat to his chest. He tried to do it without waking Kova up, but apparently the space kitty was a mood fuck and woke up anyway. Kova hissed, and Lance quickly let go, watching as the cat darted into the room after Keith. "C'mon, he's just a stupid fucking cat..."
"ARGH! WHAT THE FUCK?! GET OUT OF THERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
Lance stood frozen, staring at the half-open bedroom as things broke or shattered and Kova yowled like a wild thing and Keith swore up a fucking storm. He snapped out of when the door opened and closed behind him, and Kolivan swept into the room, sparing him a glance before striding straight for the bedroom.
"Keith," the Galra called, and there was a pause from the bedroom. "Stop yelling at him. He'll only break more stuff."
"Tell him to stop chewing on my fuckin shirts then!"
Kolivan slipped into the room. "Keith, put him down. This is why he chews your shirts to pieces!"
He stood there for a moment before following the other two into the bedroom, ducking to dodge something that clattered into the doorframe. Kolivan was standing by the bed, arms crossed while Keith tried to grab at a loudly yowling, very angry Kova. The cat was moving way too fast for Keith to grab, and when he did manage to snag him, it was by the tail. Kova hissed from somewhere under the bed, and when Keith tried to tug him out from under it, actually growled.
"Uh, I wouldn't do that--"
Keith suddenly let out startle noise and scrambled backwards on his butt like he'd touched hot coals. "Okay, okay! I get it, geez. Cranky fucking cat."
"Keith, you really shouldn't be moving around like that."
"You shut up!" the younger man hissed, twisting awkwardly to point angrily at the Galra standing over him. "You're annoying and I hate you, and you should go away."
Lance frowned deeply, glancing between them in confusion. He felt like he'd just walked in on a lover's quarrel....and an ongoing one, at that. "Uuuh...."
"Oh, is that so?" And was that a smirk he could hear in Kolivan's voice? "I should go away? Are you sure?" Kolivan chuckled lightly. "You won't get to see Lance take my cock, then. Or my knot." The Galra half-turned back to pin Lance with a dark look. "After all, he's been a very naughty boy."
He swallowed, suddenly intensely aware of the way Keith was looking at him. Lance was unnerved by the attention of two very intense men. "Uuuuh....."
"Weren't you, Lance?"
That was both so fucking hot, and so fucking terrifying that Lance didn't know why he was still getting hard. Maybe it was Kolivan's tone of voice? Or the attention? Or maybe it was what Kolivan had implied. Fucking him, making him take the Galra's knot... Fuck, Lance was so fucking screwed. Literally and figuratively.
Kolivan's smirk grew and he turned back to Keith. "You'd like to watch that, wouldn't you, Keith?"
And fuck, if that didn't push all his fucking buttons.
"Now that," Keith muttered, suddenly hyper-focused on Lance, "would be something to see."
The Galra chuckled, taking a slow, intimidating step towards him. Kova took the opportunity to dart out from beneath the bed and out the door. "He has an exhibitionism stream a mile wide, Keith." Kolivan's gaze narrowed in on him and Lance swallowed again, backing up a step. "Don't you, Lance?"
His arm knocked into the door frame and he scrambled to open the door fully. Instead, it closed behind him. Lance glanced towards Keith and found himself caught by the look Keith was giving him. Shit. He was in so much fucking trouble now.
"Um....uh, I should... probably go--"
"Oh, no. You're not going anywhere, Lance." Kolivan was suddenly just in front of him, hands planted on either side of his head and boxing him in against the wall. "You are going to take me and you're going to enjoy it. Right, Keith?"
"Yep," Keith snickered, amused, "and I get to watch ."
"Fuck," Lance breathed, even as Kolivan shifted a hand onto his neck and slid it down his chest and abdomen to cup him through his pants. "Oh, shit--"
Kolivan chuckled darkly. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk, Lance," he said, mouth against his ear, "and trust me, I won't even need to do it more than once."
Lance whimpered. Actually fucking whimpered. He'd been knotted by Keith before, but Keith was small compared a full Galra. And Kolivan was every inch a Galra. He stared up at where ceiling met wall over the bigger Galra's shoulder, biting his lip to try and stop the moans and whimpers from escaping. He'd just gone from half-hard to rock hard in three seconds flat. Kolivan was not a small Galra, and he'd seen Keith take the older Galra's cock. And his knot.
Jesus, that thick cock was gonna be inside him soon.
If he hadn't known he was a size queen before, he definitely knew now.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Lance?"
"Fucking hell," he muttered, tilting his head back against the wall. "You're gonna give me a fucking heart attack before I'm even twenty."
Kolivan snorted, nuzzling into his neck. "No, we're not."
Lance squirmed. "Yes, you fucking are."
"Hmph," Kolivan muttered into his neck, nipping at him with sharp fangs. "Perhaps I ought to shut you up, hmm?"
He sucked in a sharp breath, squirming again when Kolivan applied pressure to his crotch, hips jerking of their own accord as the Galra palmed him through his pants. "Make me."
"Oh, playing hard to get tonight, Lance?" The Galra's grip tightened. "That's not what you were telling Keith six months ago."
"Shut up!"
Kolivan pulled back to smirk at him. "Make. Me."
"Yeah, Lance. Make him."
"You shut up, too!"
Keith snorted. "I'd like to see you make me, McClain, but you seem a little preoccupied with our fearless Leader." The other boy paused, and there was definitely humour in his voice when he continued; "Or perhaps he's a little preoccupied with you?"
"Fuck you, Kogane!"
"Been there, done that. Kinda knocked up right now. Wanna try that again, McClain?"
Kolivan pulled back with a snarl, and Lance immediately missed the attention. "Would you two stop aggravating each other?"
Keith chuckled. "You seem a little pent up, daddy . "
" Keith ," the Galra hissed and Lance tilted his head to catch a glimpse of his friend. Keith was still sitting on the floor, but he was leaning back on his hands and smirking. "You little brat."
"A brat that's all yours, daddy."
"For fuck's sake, Keith! Don't say that when I can't fuck you like I want to."
Keith's smirk grew. "But you have Lance to fuck right now, don't you, daddy?"
Kolivan groaned and thrust up against Lance. Lance whimpered. "Fucking hell," he muttered, throwing his head back into the wall with a dull thunk. "Fuuuuuck."
"Keith," Kolivan said, and the other boy made a questioning noise. "Go get the lube."
"Yes, sir, daddy."
Lance heard Keith huffing, obviously climbing to his feet, and then a draw opened and there was the sounds of things being moved about while Keith muttered to himself. He didn't have time to catch what it was because Kolivan's hand slipped up, fiddling with the fastening of his pants for a moment before he flicked open the button and shoved his hand into his pants. Lance swore, hips bucking up into the touch, the Galra's fingers tracing over his rock hard cock. Kolivan chuckled darkly.
"No underwear, Lance? Tsk."
Keith snorted. "Lance always goes commando," he said, appearing beside Kolivan. "I should know. I am always fucking him."
Kolivan laughed. "Easy access, hmm?"
Lance flushed. "Shut up!"
"I see why you like him so much now," the Galra said, glancing towards Keith with a smirk. Keith grinned back. "He's so mouthy, but such a cockslut."
They both turned to study him for a moment and Lance squirmed, Kolivan's grip on his dick tightening as he did so. He kept glancing between the two, incredibly turned on but also apprenhensive as fuck. He felt like he was trapped between a tiger and a housecat. Fuck.
"What do you think, Keith? Should I take him right here, against the wall?"
Keith hummed thoughtfully. "Well, he does like wall sex...but for the first time taking your monster cock, I think the bed's a better idea."
Kolivan snorted and his other arm slid behind Lance, jerking into the bigger Galra's chest. "It seems that Keith has decided to be nice for once today," he said, pulling him away from the wall and causally manhandling him into clinging onto the Blade, arms around his neck. "Now the question is whether you should be on your hands and knees for me, or your back."
Lance buried his face in Kolivan's neck and whimpered, especially when the Galra's grip tightened again. He couldn't manage an answer, but apparently he didn't need to, because Keith was there to answer for him. He knew Lance far too well.
"I think he'd prefer hands and knees, daddy."
Kolivan's hand disappeared from his pants and he dropped Lance onto the bed. "Hm, is that so?"
Lance stared up at him, biting his lip and ignoring Keith as the other boy sat down next to him. Kolivan palmed the obvious tent in his Blade uniform then reached for the catch that kept it closed, smirking as he slid his hand down. The fabric of his suit parted like a knife through butter, right down to the waist. The Galra, beneath his fine layer of fur, was fucking toned and Lance couldn't help staring, watching as Kolivan dragged his hand back up to his throat. The other was down by his waist where the Blade uniform was still held together.
"Like what you see, Lance?"
"Fuck, yes," he breathed and watched as Kolivan turned to Keith with a smirk.
"You prepare him, you fuck him and then we'll see if he's loose enough for my cock, hm?"
"Yes daddy!"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door in the main room and Kolivan cursed. He glanced back towards the other room, then back to where Lance was reclined on the bed, then to Keith. He smirked and did his uniform back up carelessly, throwing his braid back over his shoulder. Lanceh adn't even realised he'd been tugging on it earlier.
"Start without me," he said, and left the room, leaving Lance staring after him in disbelief and Keith laughing.
"You asshole!" Lance yelled after him, but then Keith was tugging him towards him and kissing him soundly, cutting off anything else that Lance had been about to say. He moaned into the other boy's mouth, reaching up to tangle his hand in Keith's hair.
Keith's hand slipped into his pants and Lance groaned into his mouth, then the other boy was pulling away, smirking at him and tugging at his pants. "Strip," he said and Lance pulled away to help him get his pants off, then his shirt, tossing them aside without caring where they landed. Keith chuckled, resting a hand on his hip. "Now be a good boy and lean back for me."
"I hate you so much right now, Keith."
"No, you don't." Keith smirked and slid the hand on his hip down onto cock. Lance leaned back with a soft curse, resting his head on the pillows and spreading his legs for Keith. "You love me, and you're enjoying the attention."
"Fuck," Lance muttered, tilting his head back as the hand disappeared for a moment only to reappear as slicked fingers between his cheeks. "Oh, shit..."
"Shh," the other boy murmured as a slick finger eased itself inside. Lance's thighs quivered as Keith buried the finger up to the knuckle and then crooked it, seeking our his prostate without missing a beat. "There we go..."
He pressed down insistently and Lance moaned, loudly . Whoever Kolivan was talking to in the other room had to have heard it, and Lance flushed with a mix of shame and arousal. He had a bit of an exibitionist streak, alright? He was allowed to have kinks! Keith chuckled and the finger withdrew only to return moments later as two fingers.
"Keith...fuck..."
Keith began to scissor his fingers, pumping in and out of Lance slowly. "Easy, baby," he soothed, even as Lance's thighs shook and he grabbed a handful of blanket tightly, the other hand seeking out Keith's thigh. "Easy, you're doing great, Lance. So fucking tight, though..."
"It's been a while," he whispered and Keith chuckled, glancing up at him from where he'd been watching his fingers disappearing into his ass. "Want you...but...well..." He shifted the hand on Keith's thigh to his stomach with a sheepish grin. "Y'know...and Kolivan...and yeah..."
"Aww, baby," Keith cooed, leaning up kiss him chastely. "You should have called me. Trust me, Kolivan isn't opposed to you being here." He rested their foreheads together. "Did you not see how hard he was? And that's just from touching you, Lance."
Lance let out a strangled little moan as Keith pulled back and crooked his fingers again, rubbing against the little bundle of nerves he found there. "R-Really?"
"Yes, really," the other boy whispered and then smirked as he arched up on the bed. "You like that, hmm?"
"Don't make him come too soon, Keith."
They both glanced towards the door to find Kolivan leaning in the doorway and smirking. Lance threw his head back as Keith started thrusting his fingers into him, twisting and scissoring as he did so. Lance groaned, hips moving back onto Keith's fingers.
"But..."
"No. I want to be in that ass by the time he comes."
"Ugh." Keith's fingers stilled and Lance whined a protest, but he didn't have to wait long before Kolivan was on his other side, leaning over him and planting both hands on the mattress of either side of his shoulders. The Galra leaned down kissed him carefully before retreating with a smirk.
"Does that sound like a really good deal, Lance?" he asked, and Lance had to force himself to focus on the Galra over him. "Do want to come only once I'm inside you, knotting that ass of yours so good you'll black out?"
"Yes," he breathed, unable to still his hips even when Kolivan moved one hand to grip his hip tightly and partially pin him to the bed. "Please....please, daddy ."
Kolivan groaned, leaning down to press his forehead into Lance's shoulder. "Keith, go find the cock ring."
" Yes. "
With that, Keith withdrew his fingers and disappeared off the bed. Lance whimpered, squirming against the hold Kolivan had on him and not even bothering to hide the whine when the Galra lightly slapped his thigh. He vaguely registered the sounds of rummaging in the drawer before it banged shut and Keith was back, handing something to the Galra leaning over him. A moment later, the hand on his hip was gone and then it was on his cock, gently guiding it upright. And then something smooth and cool and clearly metal was sliding over the head of his cock, teasing momentarily before it slid down to nestle as the base of his cock.
Lance moaned and his hips bucked up, the pressure on the shaft of his cock intense and irritating. "Wha..?"
Kolivan brushed hair out of his face and grinned at him. "Be a good boy for us, Lance, and once I'm buried in you, I'll let you come."
"Fuck," he hissed, and the Galra's grin turned into a smirk. "Fuuuuck. You put a cock ring on me?"
"Yes."
"I fucking hate you," he moaned and the Galra chuckled darkly.
"No, you don't."
"Fuck you!" he growled, the effect ruined by the way he couldn't keep his hips still.
"I'm intending to, Lance, but first..." Kolivan trailed off with an evil little chuckle. "It's Keith's turn."
"Fuuuuuck."
That's the intention, Lance."
Without another word, Keith slid onto the bed on his back and Kolivan helped manoeuvre Lance into Keith's lap. There were hands on his hips, and another on his cock, and then Lance felt the tip of Keith's dick rubbing against his lubed ass.
"Oh, fuck, yes," he breathed, carefully putting his hands on Keith's chest and not his rounded stomach as Kolivan helped lower him down onto Keith's dick and Keith fucked up into him. He shuddered and the other boy's cock slid in right to the hilt with the first thrust and stilled, panting. Kolivan's grip on his hips was bruisingly tight and Keith's hand on his cock, pumping slowly was not helping him. At least the cock ring meant that he couldn't come just yet. "Oh, fuck me...please..."
Kolivan nipped at his ear and snickered. "Move for him, Lance. Slowly, show him how much you appreciate your smaller mate." The Galra's voice dropped low. "Look at him, at how round he is with my babies.... I bred him good, didn't I?"
"Fuck."
Lance lifted up slowly, whimpering, and then dropped back down abruptly with a sharp little noise of pleasure. Kolivan's grip tightened, guiding him but not controlling the movements. He couldn't believe he was doing this, and gods... When he looked down, Keith's expression was adoring, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he pumped Lance's cock in slow, steady strokes. He lifted up again, oh, so slowly, then dropped back down.
"That's it, Lance. Slow and steady, just like that." Kolivan's voice was a dark timbre in his ear as he rode Keith's cock, little 'unh, unh, unh' noises punched out of him with each downward stroke of his hips. Keith looked entranced, his eyes never leaving Lance's face--and Lance, well. Lance couldn't stop watching Keith, at the way his eyes widened on a particularly delicious downward thrust or the way they darted down to where he was stroking Lance's cock. And Lance got lost in the motions, in the little punched out noises he was making, in the moans Keith was voicing, in the dark tone of Kolivan's dirty talk in his ear.
His orgasm hit him slowly, building up over several minutes only to hit a wall in the form of the cock ring sitting at the base of his dick. Lance moaned pitifully, hands shifting against Keith's chest even as Kolivan jerked him up a little on the other boy's cock right before Keith was flooding his insides with a ridiculous amount of come, leaking out past Keith's thrusting cock. Lance swore and Keith whined a little, but then Kolivan was laughing.
"Easy, little one," he said and Keith settled, but not without a pout on his face even as he flung his head back, hips jerking up into Lance, but it was clearly not quite enough to satisfy him fully. "I didn't want you tied to him before I got the chance to fuck him, Keith."
"You jerk," Keith whined and Kolivan lifted Lance off the cock he'd been riding. "Fuck!"
"I thought you wanted to watch me fuck him, Keith?"
"Yes, sir, I do."
"Then lay there and enjoy the show," Kolivan told him, shoving Lance forward so he was kneeling over Keith. "And kiss you boyfriend while I enjoy myself, hm?"
"Yes, daddy."
Kolivan proceeded to shove two fingers into him and Lance moaned, arching into the touch even as Keith caught his face in his hands and brought him down into a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss. He kicked back mindlessly, rocking back onto Kolivan fingers, moaning lewdly into the kiss as the Galra stretched him out and then rubbed insistently as his prostate.
"Good boys."
Keith broke the kiss first, tugging Lance's head down onto his chest and stroking his sweaty forehead. "Showtime, Lance," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Lance's head. Lance shuddered as Kolivan's fingers withdrew and then something far larger was pressing up into him. He whined, hips twitching as Kolivan's hands went back to his hips, holding him still. "Think you can take it?"
Lance shook his head. "It's so big," he whispered, feeling the head pop in, and then there was more pressure as he felt a ridge slide past his stretched out ring. "Oh, god, so fucking big!"
"You can take it, baby," Keith told him, holding him steady even as Kolivan's dick kept pressing into him. "Right, Lance? You can take it for daddy, yeah?"
"Fucking take it, pet," Kolivan growled and Lance arched against him, pushing back at the cock being pushed into him. He whimpered and it was a fine balance of pleasure-pain that would have had him coming if not for the fucknig cock ring. As it was, he'd been on the precipe for a while now, riding that fine line of almost-orgasm like the pro he was. "Take it!"
For several long minutes, Kolivan would just guide himself in so far then pull out, then back in, again and again until his hips were flush to Lance's ass and Lance was moaning, feeling too full and so absolutely wrecked, he couldn't help the way his hips were twitching. He could feel each of the ridges on Kolivan's dick, could be the way the Galra's knot was threating his stretched out hole, the way that cock throbbed in him, pressing up against all the sensitive spots inside him.
And then Kolivan slid a hand down onto his stomach, pressing against the bludge there.
"You feel that, baby?" the Galra murmured into his ear, stroking his fingers over it and chuckling darkly. Lance shuddered, sucking in a sharp breath as Kolivan kept talking. "That's my cock, Lance. I'm so deep in your ass, I've put a buldge in your belly."
Lance moaned, loudly, and both of the people in bed with him laughed. He deliberately pushed back against Kolivan, hissing when the hand on his hip tightened almost painfully. The hand on his belly withdrew and then came down on his flank with a loud crack !
"Behave, you brat," Kolivan hissed and Lance stilled. "You'll get my knot soon enough. Won't he, Keith?"
"Yeah," Keith breathed, and shifted out from beneath Lance. He sat up next to them and guiding Lance down onto the bed, arms pillowed beneath his head. "Yeah, you will, Lance. For now, just enjoy the ride." He shifted against and Lance vaguely heard something about Keith going to the bathroom before he was gone and he and Kolivan were alone in the bedroom.
"You ready, Lance?" Kolivan asked and Lance shifted a little, feeling the way the Galra's grip tightened and his hips hitched forwards slightly, grinding down into him.
"Uh huh." He couldn't say much more than that, honestly. He was so fucked out and he still hadn't come yet, was still on that precipe of orgasm but not coming. "So hard, wanna come."
"Not just yet, brat, not just yet." The Galra widened his stance, which in turn widened Lance's. "A little longer, can you do that for me?"
"Uh huh."
"Good boy," Kolivan purred, and then his cock was withdrawing and Lance was mewling pitifully, arching his back and basically presenting his ass for Kolivan's use. The Galra thrust back in, then withdrew, then thrust again. He set a punishing pace, practically holding Lance's hips up in midair as he fucked into him, growling softly.
He barely registered Keith returning and rejoining them on the bed, sitting by Lance's head and stroking his hair slowly, a delightful couterpoint to Kolivan's brusing thrusts. For several minutes, it was just mindless fucking, pushing back into Kolivan's punishing pace blindly, nearly crying with how fucking close he was and how good it felt. And then there was more pressure against his hole, Lance crying out sharply as that pressure surged forward and was suddenly right against his prostate. He felt so full, almost like he was being split in two, and then there was a ridiculous flood of warmth inside him, Kolivan's hips rutting into his mindlessly as the Galra growled lowly.
" Mine ."
And then there was a hand on his cock, touching the cock ring. It abruptly released and suddenly Lance was coming so hard that his vision whited out. He screamed Kolivan's name, and collapsed against the bed, the Galra's grip on his hips the only thing holding him up. Distantly, he could still feel the Blade leader rutting into him, warmth still flooding his insides, but Lance was too fucked out to care, laying motionlessly on the bed and letting Kolivan do as he pleased with him as he shook with each breath he struggled to take.
"He okay?" Kolivan asked after what felt like eons to Lance.
Kaith chuckled. "He's fine," the other boy said, fingers drifting over Lance's closed eyelids. "I think you've worn him out, though."
The Galra groaned. "Probably..."
"You should probably, uh....get comfortable."
"Mmh, yeah. We'll be stuck like this for a while, I think."
Keith snickered. "It seemed pretty intense."
"No shit," Lance mumbled, making them both laugh. "Knotted me?"
"Yeah," Kolivan said, and Lance felt the weight on the bed shift, felt Kolivan guiding them down onto their sides. "Wasn't too much, was it?"
" Never, daddy."
The Galra groaned, hips grinding into him hard. "Lance! "
"Hey Lance."
That was Keith. Lance peeked one eye open to find Keith smirking at him from the edge of the bed. "What?"
"You know he fucked the piss outta you, too?"
Lance moaned. "Fuck off, Keith!"