Catnip Crazy

He let up on his marking to press feather-soft kisses down Lance's neck and chest, paying extra attention to the pert brown nipples. Lance was already wound up from Keith teasing his neck, so, when the man took one nipple into his mouth and bit down, Lance arched up into his mouth as a violent shudder wracked through his body. As Lance fell back onto the bed, Keith released his nipple to push his weight upon his hands. Silence enveloped them as Keith slowly registered what just happen. The longer they were quiet, the more Lance became red in the face. Keith noted how cute the cat hybrid looked as a blushing mess.

"...Did you just—"

"Shut up!" exclaimed Lance. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

"I didn't know you were that sensitive," mused Keith as he stretched his shirt to see the cum that was quickly drying on it. Or maybe it has something to do with the catnip. The only response he received was Lance covering his face as a way to hide from his embarrassment. Shaking his head in amusement, he began to strip himself of his clothes, capturing Lance's attention with all of the movement. The cat hybrid forgot his own "mishap" in favor of drinking in Keith's body. 

After shedding his pants, Keith sat on his legs and stared at Lance, biting his bottom lip. He didn't move in the next few moments and that caused Lance to furrow his eyebrows in worry.

"Is something wrong, Keith?" questioned Lance, reaching out to place his hands against Keith's thighs and caress them.

"How do you want to do this?"

It took Lance a while to figure out exactly what Keith was referring to. When he did, he began to rearrange his position, causing Keith to move out of his way. The man watched as Lance got on his knees in the familiar doggy-style position, which was ironic since he was a cat hybrid. The brunet arched his back similar to a 'U' shape, presenting his ass invitingly to Keith. His tail was raised high, so nothing was blocking Keith's way.

If Keith wasn't hard before (which he was ), then he definitely was now.

"Fuck me, Keith," urged Lance, snapping Keith out of his daze. The man nodded, even if Lance couldn't see it, and shuffled his way closer to his nightstand. He pulled open the first drawer and dug around for a few seconds before pulling out the bottle of lube that he kept. Not like he had people over, or anything, it was just in case.

Flicking open the cap, he squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up somewhat. Closing the lube and setting it aside, Keith shuffled back to be behind Lance, fingers positioned near his entrance. The thought of this being his last chance to back out crossed his mind, but he pushed aside. Like Lance would let him back out when they've come so far. The cat hybrid would probably have his head. Wiping his mind from all distracting thoughts, Keith pushed the first finger into Lance's entrance. Lance moaned quietly. It was a lot warmer and tighter than Keith imagined, and he's imagined it a lot . But he wasn't complaining.

He was slow with the first finger. Dragging it out and cautiously pushing it back in. It didn't take long for Keith to add another finger, much to Lance's pleasure. He kept the same slow pace, scissoring his fingers every now and then. He wanted to make sure that he stretched out the cat hybrid as much as he possibly could. Lance didn't share his cautiousness.

"I'm not going to break, you know!" hissed Lance, irritation lacing his words. "You can go faster than this. I don't want your fingers. I want something else~ ," begged Lance as he began to rock against Keith's fingers, speeding up the stretching process. Keith wanted to argue that he was only looking out for Lance, but knew that the cat hybrid wasn't having any of it. Sighing, Keith added a third finger and made quick work of finishing, going as deep as he could and crooking his fingers. When he pulled them out and grabbed the lube to coat his erection, Lance purred loudly, spreading his legs just a bit more in anticipation. That was enough to motivate Keith to pick up the pace as he lubed himself up, throwing the bottle who knows where.