Catnip Crazy

Licking his lips and setting his phone down somewhere, Keith made his way towards the brunet, who seemed to be hyper aware of everything. The moment he was two feet away from him, Lance scrambled to be by his feet, rubbing himself against his legs while mewling and purring. Keith was used to Lance being very affectionate, so he didn't mind the rubbing and scratched in between his ears as a response. The purring grew in volume as Lance leaned into his touch. At the moment, Lance seemed okay, but Keith still asked him.

"Lance, buddy, are you alright? Are you still hot?"

"Mhm~," purred Lance. "But I feel better without clothes on."

"Maybe we should get you some water," suggested Keith as he made his way to the kitchen with Lance hot on his heels, never stopping his continuous rubbing. When he was handed a cup of water, he did stop to drink some of it before giving it back to Keith, who frowned at how little was drunken. He wasn't able to worry about it because Lance's rubbing suddenly switched to humping, taking Keith by surprise.

"Keithy," whined Lance as he grinded his hard, leaking erection against his sweat-clad leg. "I'm getting hot again." Keith could tell by the way the cat hybrid was panting like he ran a mile and how his skin was earning a reddish tint to it. Just when Keith thought he wouldn't have to do... that. It honestly seemed like there was no other choice now. He could wait it out, but he wouldn't be able to handle Lance using his own leg as a way to get off. Thinking of what he was about to do caused his cheeks to redden in embarrassment, and an obvious tent to form in his sweats. As much as he protested against the idea, it wasn't like he actually hated it. A lot of people had sex with their  hybrids, so it wasn't something out of the norm. What held Keith back was Lance himself. No matter how interested Keith was, he never saw anything that said Lance felt the same way, so he had kept his desires under wraps and contented himself with the affectionate touches he received. He thought that it would always be enough, but that was clearly untrue as his hands itched to touch Lance in more intimate ways.

"Let's go to the bed," commanded Keith as he made his way out of the kitchen. Lance whined at the prospect of moving, but followed anyway. If they were going to do this, Keith wanted it to be done properly.

Reaching their bedroom—well, Keith's bedroom, Keith opened the door and ushered Lance in, pointing him to the bed as he closed the door behind him. He contemplated switching on his light before settling with opening up his blinds instead. Sunlight trickled into his bedroom, and hit his bed straight on, illuminating the naked cat hybrid sprawled on top of it. It seemed to give Lance this glow that had Keith's heart trying to jump out of his chest.

Taking a deep breath, the man made his way towards Lance, who instantly tried to climb all over him, babbling about hot and bothered he felt. Keith hushed him softly and gently pushed him back onto the bed. "I know, I know. I'll take care of you," reassured Keith as he straddled the brunet, legs on either side of him and arms caging his head in. He could hear his heartbeat in his eardrums as he hesitantly leaned his head down, decreasing the distance between his lips and Lance's. The kiss was a chaste one that was full of uncertainty. Keith was just about to break it when Lance wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. Surprised, Keith was statue still before returning Lance's unexpected enthusiasm. Eyes fluttering shut, Keith let himself get lost in the pleasure that was beginning to overwhelm him.

Lance ended up breaking the kiss for air, letting Keith press his lips to his exposed neck. Soft moans and mewls spilled from Lance's mouth as Keith kissed and nipped at his neck, leaving angry red marks wherever he could. His lips brushed against the area where neck and shoulder met and got a pleasant surprise in the form of Lance losing it. As soon as the loud moan left his lips, Keith sucked away at the spot, biting down gently on the skin. Lance squirmed underneath him, pleading with him to not to stop. Keith believed that the cat hybrid could cum just from him teasing his neck. That would have to be something for next time. If there was a next time, that is.