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Uhhhhh smut warning lmao like
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Lance woke up with a slight headache, eyes blinking open just to flinch at the sunlight filtering through the blinds. He grunts and presses his face against...what was he pressing against?

"Mornin'" Keith drawls.

Lance pulls back, Keith's chest.

"Sorry."

"Why?" Keith laughs, fingers tangling into Lance's hair.

"Because I had my face in your chest."

"Its fine, Lance. I thought it was cute." Keith smiles.

Lance looks up to Keith, smiling.

"Really?"

"Yea, I think you're really cute. I just noticed something."

"What's that?"

"That you didn't wake up as a cat."

"I don't always sleep like that. Its just comfortable."

"Its cute. You got cute little ears." Keith laughs lightly.

"Mmm shut up."

"So why dont you want me to call you kitty?"

"Its...its insulting."

"You're lying." Keith smirks.

"F-fine...It's embarrassing."

"Why? Do you like it?" Keith says low, tugging Lance's hair lightly.

Lance swallows hard, face flushed.

"You should answer your master."

"M-m-master?" Lance squeaks, face bright red.

"Well, that is what I am, right?"

"I- y-yes."

"So do you like it?"

Lance whines, looking away.

"Lancey~" Keith coos.

"You're embarrassing me..." Lance whispers.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Lance hesitantly shakes his head.

"Say what you want, Lance."

"You...I want you.."

"How do you want me?" Keith smirks.

Lance doesnt respond, his face too flushed. He doesnt trust his voice.

Keith hums, flipping Lance onto his back. He then straddles him, grabbing his chin tightly. He makes Lance look at him.

"Tell me how you want me, Lance. You want me like this? Want me to ride you?"

"N-no."

"Then tell me, kitty."

"W-want you to f-fuck me, sir."

Keith's eyes widen, cheeks flushed slightly. Sir. Lance just called him sir.

"You just called me sir." Keith breathes.

"Yea?"

"You're so fucking hot." Keith says low, kissing Lance harshly.

Lance groans, melting into it. He grabs hold of Keith's hips. Keith applies more force into the kiss, slipping his tongue into Lance's mouth. One of his hands resting against his throat.

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