Lance had a long night, working on a suprise for Keith, which was a lot harder than he expected, considering Keith never sleeps. It was suprisingly difficult to catch him resting.
Sleep is for the weak I guess.
With his project left unfinished, Lance passed out on the couch at around 5 in the morning.
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It was now 10 am, and Keith decided to make his hard-working boyfriend some breakfast. He couldn't blast his music as usual just to let Lance sleep, so he cooked in silence. He made pancakes with bacon and eggs, Lance's favorite; as well as some fruit salad for them both to enjoy.
After what seemed like forever without his music, the food was finished. Keith sat and ate his breakfast in silence. After finishing, he went to wake Lance up
"Lance, babe, get up. I know you had a rough night, but it's almost 12" Keith shook his drowsy boyfriend awake. Lance was a pretty heavy sleeper, so it took a little. "Lance, I made breakfast" Keith yelled impatiently.
Lance only groaned in response as he rubbed his eyes. "what?" He sleepily asked
"Breakfast" Keith pointed over towards the kitchen counter. Lance looked up after adjusting to the sudden light. He then stood up and hugged his boyfriend.
"Thank you babe, but you know what?" Lance made Keith wonder as he felt himself back into the living kitchen's island. Lance suddenly pulled him in for a kiss. "I'd like something else"
"So you're not gonna eat?" Keith broke away from their embrace. Just then, he felt a hand run over his pajama pants. He let out a small whimper.
"I'll eat, I just want to have this first. I'll have your breakfast for dessert." As he spoke, he lightly palmed at Keith's pants, causing small moans to erupt. Keith melted into Lance's palm, and all questions and worries were subsided.
Just as Keith was relaxing, Lance lifted him up on to the island, and removed his pajamas.
"No underwear? How forgetful of you" as Lance spoke, he slowly slid down to be eye level with Keith's pelvis. "Did you do it on purpose?"
Keith couldn't help to look away."n-no, yes, I don't know" He was a mess, they hadn't done anything like this in days. Yes days, not weeks or months; they're low-key horndogs.
Suddenly, Lance wrapped his hand around the smaller boy's cock and squeezed; this suprised Keith causing him to yelp, Lance had never tried something that random. Lance just laughed.
"Babe, I'm not gonna hurt you, I'll just wreck you some other way" He pulled lube from the drawer beside him, and lathered his fingers. Once coated, he inserted and bent them.
Keith hissed; no matter how many times they've done this, he never got used to that feeling. A few cries later, and Lance pulled away, only to return with his toungue. He lapped at Keith's hole and licked up his member, then inserted himself once again.
Keith shamelessly rode Lance's toungue in order to gain more of anything, but Lance held him still. Keith cried from overstimulation; his legs shook, and his mouth hung open. Keith just about exploded when Lance grabbed his cock.
Keith's cries could be heard from a mile away as Lance jacked him off and ate him out at the same time. He could feel the familiar feeling start to pool in his stomach, but Lance stopped...
Lance could always tell when Keith was getting close. whether it was the funny way he goes crazy to grab anything closest to him, or the adorable way his moans turn into loud, breathy whines and whimpers. Regardless, he wasn't done with him yet.
"You thought I was finished?" Lance laughed to himself as he pulled the wrecked boy off the table, turning him around. "Stay right there" Lance quickly removed his pajamas and boxers only to quickly thrust into Keith.
"AH~LANCE~FUCK!" Keith cried out in both pain and pleasure, tears run down his face as Lance pounds ruthlessly into him. Lance reached around to Keith's face to wipe his tears. As Lance got close, he went faster and faster, relying on adrenaline to do what he couldn't at the moment. He felt his climax creep up on him.
Keith was long gone. He didn't know what pushed Lance to do this, but he wasn't complaining. He could get used to spontaneous acts of sexual frustration, even if it was on the kitchen and during the middle of the day.
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Considering he'd had his first climax ruined, he knew this upcoming one would be much more intense. It was only a matter of time before it hit him, and at the same time, Lance had reached his as well.
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"How was that for breakfast?" Keith panted. He stay seated on the tabletop, bare naked. He didn't dare dress himself, he wouldn't even be able to stand long enough to put on his pants.
"Holy shit, I'm hungry" Lance realized
Thank you for reading. I have had a writer's block for a few weeks or so, but I have a bunch of ideas now. I love requests and comments, so please talk to me, I need friends. Have a good day, and kitchen sex is the best if you didn't know.
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