Ship: Klance
Ages: Lance - 17, Keith - 16
Type: Makeout

A/N: the point of this one shot is not to support any form of abuse. However, it can be taken that way without context (context is not in story, but I am explaining it now), so be warned. These two are not actually harming each other--they agreed as a kink that they would act this way, and also they know they don't mean what they say. They don't take it seriously. They've spoken before about limits, challenges, health, etc, but again is not displayed in the storyline. This is one type of relationship out there, and it's valid. Thank you for understanding.

"Lance," Keith growled.

"What?" Lance spat.

They stared at each other with grimaces, staring into each other's souls. And then... their lips crashed. Anger was replaced with pleasure, and hands were flying.

"L-Lance," Keith muttered, nearly cursing, as Lance pulled Keith's shirt up and began licking to his nipple. He left a hickey on Keith's chest.

"Hm," Keith sighed, as he tightened his grip on Lance's shirt. "Take it off, it's in the way."

Lance smirked, "And if I don't, kitten?"

"Then I'll rip it off you," Keith retorted.

"I'd like to see that," Lance replied.

"Then keep testing me," Keith moaned as quiet as he could as Lance began sucking on his other nipple, his hand sliding to his inner thigh.

"Keith, moan my name," Lance muttered.

"We're not having sex, dipsh*t," Keith remarked.

Lance smiled, "But we're having fun, and I wanna hear it, kitten."

Lance kissed Keith harshly on the lips, and began sucking on Keith's lower lip. Keith pushed against Lance in an attempt to get closer, frustrated at Lance's shirt that's stopping them, and sat up. When Lance realized the two had sat up, he takes Keith by the waist and slams him down on the mattress, and attacks his throat with nibbles, hickeys, kisses and licks, anything that could get him to make a sound.

"Please, kitten," Lance mumbles.

"L-Lance. . ." Keith moans, muttering under his breath. "You suck."

Lance smirks, "You bet I do."