My Klance Bible💜

That damn suit(Smut)

Lance was starting to hate that Marmora uniform.

At first he’d thought Keith spending time with the Blade would be a good thing. He’d get some training, and he’d hopefully learn a little bit about where he came from in the process, right? That’s why no one had any arguments when he’d started disappearing.

When he’d started. But Lance didn’t realize at the time it was just the beginning of him pulling away, and that not only was he overworking himself trying to be in two places at once, but… When push came to shove, he had started to chose the Blade as his priority over Voltron. All the way up to the point where Voltron literally didn’tneed him anymore. All the way to the point where Keith was just... leaving.

Lance was watching Keith put on that suit again now, to leave for another mission. To leave Voltron. And to leave Lance.

The pale skin of Keith’s back was highlighted by the black of the suit, a sliver of pure white slowly disappearing as he zipped up.

And Lance knew that there was nothing he could do to stop Keith.

“Hey,” Lance decided suddenly, startling Keith into turning his head around to look at him. “Don’t put on the armor yet.”

Raising an eyebrow, Keith dropped the chestplate he’d been about to put on over his skin-tight suit. “What’s up?”

Lance knew that no matter how badly he wanted it not to be so, there was nothing he could do or say that would convince Keith to stay. Keith was the only one of them who could join up with Marmora after all, so from his point of view it made perfect sense for him to step aside.

After of course, that day so long ago when Lance had opened up to Keith about being the one to step downhimself. How convenient.

God, Lance was so useless. All he wanted was to keep living with everyone, to keep fighting alongside all the people he cared about. How was there seriously no room for all of them? How could they have let Keith feel… replaceable?

...Other than, technically speaking, by being replaceable. But on that end so were Shiro and Lance and Allura, so! So…. Yeah, he had nothing. Because he had no solutions to offer and was petrified that anything he’d say would only drive Keith away even more. A mission lasting a few months was bad enough, but Keith hadn’t broken up with Lance explaining that he wasn’t coming back, so… They still had time. They had to, right?

Lance stepped up to Keith’s back, pressing his own body against it for a moment to feel his body heat. Feel the shape of Keith’s body against his. And then he stepped back one pace, just enough to grab hold of the zipper at the top of Keith’s neck under his hair and pull it down.

Keith rolled his eyes, but his smile was indulgent. “Seriously? This morning’s slow gentle loving wasn’t enough goodbye sex for you?”

“Never,” Lance replied, peeling the clingy fabric off of Keith’s shoulder just enough to sink his teeth in for a bite. Keith gasped, pressing his ass up against Lance’s hips in an inviting reflex, and Lance unlatched his jaw enough to mumble into Keith’s spit-wet skin. “First I need to leave marks on you. Bites and bruises that last so long you can’t possibly forget me,” he turned his face into Keith’s hair. “And last long enough to remind you you have to come back to me.”

Keith shivered, tilting his head to the side to give Lance enough access to invite another bite, right into the soft flesh of his neck. Lance didn’t bother with the playful gentility he usually touched Keith with, instead biting down hard enough to break the skin and draw out drops of blood Lance eagerly sucked onto his tongue.