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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Voltron:_Legendary_Defender
  Relationship:
      Klance_-_Relationship, Keith/Lance, Keith/Lance_(Voltron)
  Character:
      Keith_(Voltron), Lance_(Voltron)
  Additional Tags:
      Possessive_Behavior, Smut, NSFW, Lance_gets_wrecked, Jealousy, Licking,
      Biting, Oral_Sex, Hand_Jobs, Orgasm_Control, Explicit_Sexual_Content,
      Sinning™, Edging, Masturbation, Bottom!Lance_is_my_aesthetic
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-28 Words: 3348
****** Only For You ******
by razzywrites
Summary
     Keith intends to make Lance learn his place.
Notes
     Hey all you lovely readers! I was once again inspired by Sev's lovely
     blog to write about possessive,_jealous_Keith. Let me just say that I
     am absolutely on board with this idea. It just had to be written.
     Have fun reading!
See the end of the work for more notes
pos·ses·sive
[adjective]
1. demanding someone's total love and attention.
synonyms: overprotective, controlling, dominating, jealous, clingy.
 
***
 
"Where did she touch you?"
 
In Keith's defense, he and Lance have been dating each other for quite some
time now. He had a very good reason to get riled up over his boyfriend's
extremely extroverted personality; unreserved and unnecessarily affectionate
towards anyone and anything. Lance was completely oblivious about it, too. And
that's exactly what pissed Keith off the most. Lance was truly straightforward.
Keith had considered several tactics to restrain him somehow. A muzzle, for
example, to shut his big mouth up!
 
Damn idiot.
 
"Keith," Lance said pleadingly. "Why are you so hung up on this? It's not a
big..."
 
"Don't," Keith hissed. "Don't finish that sentence."
 
He didn't give a damn if it happened two days ago. But the way Lance's cheeks
turned pink and started stuttering because of some alien chick irked the shit
out of Keith. And what's worse is that Lance didn't show any resistance! Keith
remembered how Lance stood rooted as the alien creature caressed every inch of
him, basically throwing herself at him like a disgusting whore. What's worse
than that? Lance seemed to have enjoyed the proximity!
 
Keith didn't know whether it was Lance's intention to rile him up or not, but
it seemed that way. He knew how Keith felt about others getting too close to
him, especially physically. If Keith were in Lance's situation, he would've
shoved that alien creature away from him without hesitation, but Lance? Oh no.
He didn't do shit. The fact that Lance, the most flirtatious member of Team
Voltron, could become such a nervous wreck because of another person—who was
not Keith—was simply aggravating.
 
"Come on, baby. It was just a joke. You know how I am."
 
So, it was on purpose...
 
Keith's brows furrowed together in anger and confusion. "So playing with my
emotions is funny to you? Is that what you think?"
 
"N-no! Of course not—"
 
"You let her touch you with her filthy hands! I can't even explain how
disgusted I am—"
 
"Keith, please! I-I'm sorry, okay? It was a joke! You're the one I love! You
know that!"
 
Lance's voice squeaked in guilt, and Keith knew at that moment that his
boyfriend was telling the truth. But...
 
"I don't believe you."
 
As petty as Keith was currently being, he wanted to hear Lance beg for
forgiveness. It hurt him to see the look of betrayal on Lance's face, but he
felt just the same. Keith remembered the way that alien creature sized his
boyfriend, and whispered things that he couldn't even bear to hear. Disgusting.
 
"W-what do you mean? I'm telling you the truth! Don't be like this, please!"
 
The worry in Lance's voice increased with every word that escaped his trembling
lips. "I would never cheat on you!" The bile built up in his throat as his
heart raced. Lance was frantically searching for a look of forgiveness in
Keith's eyes. It was impossible. "Please, baby. I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
His eyes turned red and began to shed tears.
 
Keith's anger slowly faltered, however, it didn't diminish. He let out a breath
from exhaustion as his arms crossed together. They were currently in his room,
and the tension slowly died down. Lance was panting heavily from across the
room as Keith leaned against the edge of the wall next to the door. That
kicked-puppy look on Lance's face killed him. "Come here," Keith sighed.
 
Lance obeyed without hesitation, sniffling as he did. Damn it, Keith thought. I
really hurt his feelings. Of course he wouldn't cheat on me. But... he hurt me,
too.
 
"I'm sorry, Lance," Keith said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist.
"I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. It's just... She was looking at you
the way only I can. I love you. I don't want anyone else to enjoy you. Not even
Hunk, or Pidge." Keith had to admit, he sounded ridiculous. Pathetic, even. It
was stupid to think that they both were competition to him. Of course not. It
was Shiro. Damn him.
 
"You're too lovable, Lance."
 
Lance was taken aback from Keith's words, but he couldn't help from chuckling
softly. He slowly wrapped his long arms around Keith's neck and kissed his
cheek. "Are you serious?" Lance scoffed playfully. "Hunk is a friend of the
family. Nothing more, nothing less. And Pidge? Come on, Keith. She's, like,
fourteen. That's just...not possible. Plus, we fight constantly, more than you
and I ever will. Don't worry."
 
"What about Shiro?"
 
"What?"
 
"You're always excited and nervous around him. You act like you're crushing on
him. What's that about?"
 
Lance immediately felt his face turn red. He took a deep breath, and retorted.
"Well... Back at the Garrison, I've heard many great things about him. I
admired him, a lot. But, Keith... I think of him as my hero. So when I get
nervous and excited, it's because I can't believe I'm actually speaking to him,
you know? It's like, he's right in front of me. I'm just shocked that I'm
actually saving the universe with someone I appreciate. So—ow!"
 
Keith didn't realize his fingernails were digging into Lance's skin until he
heard a small whimper escape his lips. "Keith, w-what—"
 
"Lance, don't ever talk about Shiro like that again. Just, please."
 
Lance couldn't help but feel intimidated by Keith's reaction. He has nothing to
worry about!
 
"Keith, listen. You don't understand—"
 
"What don't I understand? Huh? Am I not your boyfriend? Do you think about
Shiro when I fuck you? When I make love to you?"
 
"Keith! No! Why would you—"
 
Lance didn't get to finish his sentence. Keith turned him over, and shoved
Lance's back against the wall, earning a small yelp in surprise. "Keith, w-what
are you doing?"
 
"It seems to me that I have to make it crystal clear to everyone in the damn
universe who you belong to," Keith growled. "You're mine. But you don't seem to
get it. You need to learn how to stay put." The Red Paladin slid his gloved
hand behind Lance's hair, and yanked hard, making sure the pain was well
intended for his disapproval. "I'm going to fuck you without the slightest
mercy that you'll wish you had never let that bitch lay a damn finger on you."
 
"W-wait, please!" Lance begged. But suddenly he felt a sharp pain overcome his
right shoulder. Pain quickly became pleasure as Keith slowly traced his tongue
over the bite mark he'd created. Then, another one over his neck, jaw,
ear—earning a pleasureful moan to escape from Lance's lips. It was absolutely
arousing, and Keith loved how shamelessly loud his boyfriend was. He wasn't
even inside him yet.
 
His arousal increased with each moan Lance made, and thrusted his hips against
him. Keith quickly stripped Lance's cargo jacket as their lips smacked against
each other. Next, his shirt, revealing his beautiful bronze-colored skin that
Keith absolutely adored, and would soon lavish it with love bites that would
surely last a while. Good.
 
Lance's scream was muffled against his boyfriend's lips as Keith elevated his
legs from the floor, hands tightly groping his perfect ass. Lance wrapped his
long legs around Keith's waist, positioning his back straight against the wall
behind him.
 
Their lips continued to clash as Keith began to unbuckle Lance's belt, quickly
slipping his pants right off, however, difficultly, but successfully. Keith
broke from the kiss to admire Lance's blue pouch briefs, and smirked at the
sight. "Excited to see me, Cargo Pilot?" The taller boy in his arms blushed in
response. Whenever Keith was pissed he would refer to Lance as that stupid
nickname his boyfriend absolutely abhorred. "You stupid—are you going to do
something about it or what? Just fuck me!"
 
"Not with that attitude," Keith retorted with an amused look on his face. "What
makes you think you deserve my love?"
 
"Damn it, Keith! I already apologized for that night! I thought you forgave
me!"
 
"That's not the only thing I'm pissed off about," Keith retorted. "It's Shiro--
the way you spoke about him. You know, it hurt my feelings to be honest with
you." His nails dug deep through the fabric of Lance's briefs as he spoke. "Do
you want me to be upset? Because I think that you do."
 
"Of course not! You're being irrational!"
 
As per usual...
 
"Lance," Keith whispered with a heavy breath. "Tell me. Who do you love?"
 
"What kind of question—"
 
"Who do you love, Lance?"
 
"You! You idiot! Only you!"
 
"That's right."
 
With no time to lose, he bit down on Lance's collar bone, hard. Lance moaned
again. God. What a beautiful sound.
 
He lavished his boyfriend's chest with warm, wet kisses. "Fuck, Lance. You look
so gorgeous up there. Look at you, you're a mess for me, aren't you? Don't
worry, baby. I'm gonna take good care of you."
 
Lance was melting from those words. "K-Keith... I-I want—ah! Shit..."
 
"What's that? I can't hear you."
 
"Y-you," Lance panted. "I want you. I need you. Right now. Please."
 
Lance was already leaking as Keith grinded against Lance's aching cock. What a
slut. Such a good boy. Keith was more than welcome to oblige. He leaned in
towards Lance's ear, and nibbled the sensitive skin. Lance was a flustered
mess. "K-Keith, please...i-inside m-me..."
 
"Yeah? You want that?"
 
"Yes!"
 
Keith loved being the one responsible for Lance's incoherent babbling and
stuttering. He loved having the ability to possess him. He belonged to him and
no one else. If anyone dared to claim what was his, oh boy... Let's just say,
they were fucking dead. Don't mess with Keith, and especially don't mess with
his possessions.
 
With a sloppy attempt, Lance finally removed Keith's shirt, revealing a six-
pack. Lance swallowed dryly. "You want this?" Keith's voice interrupted.
 
Lance groaned. "Stop teasing me already!"
 
Keith chuckled in satisfaction. It was clear that Lance knew that he belonged
to him. However, Keith too, was losing his patience. He quickly stripped
Lance's blue briefs off, exposing his erect penis. Lance couldn't help but
cower from Keith's fervent glare. He definitely had something planned. Lance
was so screwed.
 
But finally, finally—Keith stripped his own pants off, and holy fuck, that was
one big dick... Was he even wearing boxers? Lord, please give me strength.
 
Keith looked ravenous. He was going to devour the shit out of Lance. Please
God, Lance thought. Help me--oh fuck! Shit!
 
Keith was already inside him, stretching his hole out, fucking him raw. "Oh!
Ohhh! Keith!" Lance moaned shamelessly.
 
Keith thrusted upwards, hitting that very spot that he knew would make Lance
crumble to pieces, but not yet. He was going to make him pay.
 
Lance urged himself to thrust back into Keith, wanting to feel the friction
between his legs grow. His cock was throbbing. The wetness and heat of it all
was killing him slowly. "Ah! Keith! Oh, please!"
 
Keith pounded mercilessly, over and over until Lance couldn't make a sound. His
eyes slammed shut, absorbing the hot feeling of Keith inside of him. He panted
heavily and erratically from every thrust. God, Keith was going to ruin him.
"Keith... s-slowly please."
 
But Keith did the exact opposite, with more anger and frustration. He then
hoisted Lance's legs higher than before, around his neck. "Keith!"Lance cried.
 
Lance's fingers quivered around Keith's now damp hair as he held on for his
life. He knew what was coming. No, seriously, Lance had a tendency to pre-
ejaculate during sex. It was impossible to hold himself back, especially under
Keith's control. He couldn't fight this battle.
 
Keith's hot breath gave his stomach a burning sensation. It felt good, but
Lance knew he wouldn't last long. He suddenly felt himself being engulfed in
the heat of Keith's mouth. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Lance cried, lurching his
body forward. "Stop! I'm gonna come!Please!"
 
Keith stopped immediately, meeting Lance's flushed face. "You can't come unless
I say so."
 
"No. I-I can't," Lance panted. "There's no way that I can hold it in! You know
I can't!"
 
Keith gently kissed the tip of Lance's cock. "I'll take care of it, baby. Don't
worry."
 
"Wait. What do you mean?"
 
"You'll see."
 
Lance swallowed anxiously as sweat beamed down his forehead. "Oh God," he
panted. Keith sensed his boyfriend's worries, only to wonder why he was feeling
that way. He placed a gentle kiss just above Lance's hipbone, reassuring him
that he was safe, no matter what he had planned... "Just trust me, Lance. I
won't be too rough, I promise." Keith stared above, meeting Lance's
apprehensive expression. "It's okay. Relax. I'm going to make you feel good,
just like always, right?"
 
Lance simply nodded in response, feeling his cheeks flaring from Keith's
naturally beautiful face. Seeing Keith like this, gentle and sweet, was very
rare during sex. Lance liked him this way. Of course, he also liked it when
Keith would just fuck him senseless, but he wouldn't mind the more gentle side
of him, too. He prayed this would happen next time.
 
Lance breathed in, feeling Keith's hand wrapped around his aching cock. The
Blue Paladin moaned from the touch, and boy did that make Keith feel so good
and superior. "I have a feeling this isn't going to work," Keith muttered.
"You're close, Lance. You'll come just from my fingers touching your leaking
slit.
 
"I-I can't help it," Lance huffed. "Y-you make me feel so good."
 
"Mhm," Keith purred. "Who else could possibly make you feel this way?" 
 
"N-no one else. O-only you could make me feel like this."
 
"And how do you feel?" Keith asked with a smug grin, admiring Lance's euphoric
expression. "So, so good," Lance panted.
 
Keith chuckled amusingly. "I'm not even stroking your dick and you're a mess."
 
"Then finish me! Please! I want to come!" Lance whined.
 
"Just sit tight. I'm not through with you yet." 
 
Lance groaned impatiently. "Keith, if you don't do something I'm going to die!"
 
Keith glared at him, unimpressed. "You're so dramatic."
 
"Well you're so—ah! Fuck..."
 
"I'm so what?" Keith asked while firmly stroking Lance's throbbing cock. Lance
ignored Keith's condescending tone, for he was in bliss from the feeling of his
cock reaching its climax. "Oh, yeah..." Lance moaned."Keep touching me,
please..."
 
Keith groaned. He loved when Lance begged for him to touch him, kiss him, fuck
him. Everything. He loved being held accountable for the noises that escaped
Lance's trembling lips. His gasps, his moans, his whines... all because of him.
 
"Fuck, Lance. Fuck you."
 
"Ah! Please..."
 
God. That sound made Keith's cock throb painfully. He began stroking his own
erection as Lance continued to cry out in pleasure. But just before Lance could
release, Keith stopped stroking his cock, earning a desperate cry of betrayal.
"Fuck! I-I'm so close! Please!" 
 
The Red Paladin continued to stroke himself, smirking up at Lance's needy face.
"That's not fair, Keith..."
 
"On my command, you'll come."
 
Lance gasped. The tears slid down his face, and Keith immediately wanted to
kiss his lips for being such a good sport, but not yet. "You're doing great,
Lance. Just stay with me, baby." Lance whimpered as he nodded obediently. Keith
stroked again, then stopped. 
 
"F-uck! Agh! Ha..."
 
Lance prayed Keith would make him come soon, as in, the next few seconds.
Otherwise he would face the consequences of a disappointed Keith for coming
against his command. Lance's cock twitched in pain as Keith repeated his action
once more, edging him again. Lance bit his lip from the overwhelming pleasure
that flowed through his entire body. Keith was close as he continued to stroke
his own cock faster than before. He suddenly slowed his pace, never breaking
eye contact with Lance's face that was drenched from his sweat and tears. "I'm
so proud of you, Lance. You didn't come yet, see? You're such a good kitty."
 
"Keith," Lance panted desperately, "make m-me come, please! I want you to milk
me u-until I'm filled with your seed! Please!"
 
Keith noted how hoarse Lance's voice had become as he begged for his cock. That
pleased him very much. Such a needy little kitten. "Of course, since you asked
so sweetly." He figured it was time for Lance to finally be rewarded for
redeeming himself for the way he had hurt his feelings. "Alright, Lance. Let's
come together."
 
The Red Paladin gently lowered Lance onto his cock again. "Y-yeah... just like
that," said Lance, but Keith decided to humor himself, and suddenly rammed his
cock into Lance's prostate, earning a cry in pain. "Ah!"
 
Lance threw his head back in pleasure, despite the pain as Keith picked up the
pace. The Blue Paladin then wrapped his trembling arms around Keith's neck and
whimpered silently against him. Keith chuckled deeply, feeling his heart beat
against Lance's burning chest, and whispered, "You belong to me. You, your
body, your secrets, only for me."
 
The Blue Paladin groaned as his thrusts met Keith's rhythm. "O-only for you."
 
Keith resumed stroking Lance's cock as he continued to thrust into him faster
and harder, feeling the taller boy's muscles contracting inside him. In a
matter of ticks, Lance would soon feel ecstatic than he had ever felt before,
and Keith would remember the blissful look on his face forever. "Oh... oh God!"
Lance puffed. "Keith! Ah! Yeah!"
 
The Red Paladin nodded, feeling himself coming too. The feeling of pleasure
increased with each thrust and Lance cried out louder and louder with no shame
and Keith loved it. He was the reason for all of this. The Blue Paladin finally
came within a few subsequent strokes from Keith's hand. Keith finally relaxed
his grip slowed his pace down as he came a few ticks later.
 
Lance's body slouched against the wall in exhaustion and bliss as his arms
struggled to remain locked around Keith's neck. The Red Paladin giggled in
self-satisfaction as he cradled Lance's back, keeping him from falling. Keith
then leaned forward and crashed his lips against Lance's. Their tongues clashed
and intertwined together with hot breaths. Lance felt his heart race as his
fingers played with Keith's long, black locks. He suddenly broke the kiss and
cupped Keith's cheeks, smiling warmly.
 
"You are the only one meant for me, Lance," Keith stated. The Blue Paladin
nodded with chuckle. "Why waste your breath telling me that? I know, Keith."
 
"If you knew then you wouldn't have teased me in front of that alien thing!"
 
Lance cocked a brow with a smirk. "Wow. You like me that much, huh?"
 
Keith growled, pulling Lance closer to his face. "I love you, dumbass."
 
"You're sweet."
 
"Say it back."
 
Lance laughed at Keith's pouty face. He quickly lavished The Red Paladin's face
with quick pecks. But Keith always wanted more of Lance's lips on his. Their
lips met again, only Keith was rougher and more passionate this time. Before he
knew what happened, Lance yelped from the sudden realization that Keith bit his
lips. "Keith!" Lance cried.
 
"Sorry," Keith retorted with fake remorse. He quickly placed a gentle kiss over
the bite.
 
"Say you love me. I need to hear it from you."
 
"You're so demanding," Lance muttered.
 
"Lance..." 
 
The Blue Paladin put his arms up in surrender and sighed at his boyfriend's
ridiculous request. Well, judging from the look on his face, that was
definitely not a request. Lance smiled while playfully shaking his head and
said, "I love you, Keith."
 
"Say it again."
 
"I love you."
 
Keith smiled happily. "I love you more."
 
Lance scoffed. "I love you most. Beat that Mullet-head!"
 
Keith slowly leaned in so their foreheads touched as Lance wrapped his arms
around him again. They laughed together, and Keith was hopeless. He dared to
fight anyone who would tear them apart. That was a promise he intended to keep.
Lance was a pain in the ass, yes, but Keith knew that he would never want him
to change.
End Notes
     I really enjoyed writing this. Like, a lot... but you may have
     noticed, or not, that this is very italicized... and I'm so sorry. I
     wanted to try to stress their voices, but you guys aren't stupid, and
     I may have exaggerated that a bit.
     If you enjoyed reading this then please comment/vote! Thank you guys
     so much for reading! :)
     Thanks again Sev for the sinful inspiration! Love you! <3
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