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Lance is ecstatic.
It’s not often that the whole team is given a break – defending the universe doesn’t really present much opportunity for downtime. Who would have thought, right?
So, when Pidge figured out that the first of December (earth time) was just days away, the team (which is to say, Lance, Hunk and Pidge) begged Allura to give them some time off over what would have been the Christmas break for them back home. It took a lot of convincing, but in the end she caved, claiming that things had really settled down recently, and everyone deserved to celebrate their earthly traditions.
So yeah, Lance is really excited.
Not just because of the break, but also because it would be his first Christmas spent with Keith as his boyfriend.
And he has plans to make it very special.
Which is why, today, on the first of December, he is skipping down the halls towards Keith’s room, large box in hands. The exterior is relatively plain, but he knows the contents are anything but.
He doesn’t even bother knocking, just bursts right in finding Keith sitting on his bed reading a book, which he hastily tries to shove out of the way. He’s not sure why he still does it at this point. He has long since discovered Keith’s interest in romance novels.
If Lance were any less excited, he might have taken the opportunity to tease him about it, maybe ask him to read a chapter out loud to him (something that has never worked to achieve anything more than some spluttering and a pair of flushed cheeks – which is honestly why Lance does it in the first place). But Lance has much more pressing matters to attend to.
He dumps the box in front of Keith with a flourish.
“Hello darling, sweetheart, light of my life.”
“Hi Lance.”
They stare at each other for a moment.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what this is about?”
Keith quirks an eyebrow, “I assume you’re going to tell me whether I ask or not.”
Lance’s grin never falters. “Too right you are babe. Why don’t you open it up and take a look.”
Keith moves forward to open the box with a sigh, but his poorly concealed smile displays his true feelings about Lance’s antics.
The box opens like a book and covers the whole width of the bed, displaying 24 smaller boxes, and a title in glittering cursive at the top:
Adult toys for couples.
Countdown the days until Christmas with a consenting partner by discovering more about each other in the bedroom! Each box contains a new item with the goal of opening you up to new kinks and aspects of sexual liberation. Men’s edition.
(For full enjoyment, couples may wish to use an item every second or third day, or combine certain items together. However, if you’re *up* for the challenge, items can be used daily)
Keith looks up after reading the print with his mouth fully agape. “Lance wha-!?” He seems to need a minute to gather himself. “You got us a kink box for Christmas??”
Lance laughs at his appalled expression, “don’t act so shocked babe, I told you I had something interesting planned.”
Keith doesn’t reply, just sits staring at the box in front of him.
Lance sobers up for a moment, worried. “Hey, you know we don’t actually have to use it right? I just though it could be a bit of fun, you know with how busy we’ve been-“
“I want to,” Keith says, quickly.
Lance blinks, momentarily taken aback by the sureness in his voice before the grin spreads over his face once more, if a little more mischievous this time.
“Yeah? You think you’re up for it? The box says we can do it every other day if you want, can’t have you overexerting yourself-“
“Pfft, if anyone’s going to struggle to keep up, it’s you.”
Lance squawks with indignation, “What?! You’re telling me you think you have a high sex drive than me?!”
Keith considers for a moment before letting out a hum, “Maybe not a higher sex drive, but I’m sure this box contains some pretty kinky shit and I’m just not sure if you’ll be able to handle it.”
“Oh and I’m sure you know everything about kinks don’t you Kogane.”
Keith shrugs, smirking. That cocky bastard.
They had had sex before, of course. It just tended to be more of the vanilla variety. They had played around with giving up control and such, but that was really the extent of it. This is actually Lance’s attempt at broadening their horizons, so to speak. To discover each other’s kinks and maybe find some that they didn’t even know they had themselves. The instructions on the back said that with each day, the kinks become more and more extreme, so he thought this would be a good way of easing themselves into it.
Of course, they can’t do anything without turning it into a competition.
“I bet I’m kinkier than you.”
Keith shrugs again, “if you say so.”
“First one to refuse to try something has to do what the other person says! For a week!”
A shit-eating grin spreads across Keith’s face, “oh you’re on McClain.”
They discussed the rules of the bet a bit further, promising one another that they would communicate if things got to be too much, regardless of the bet, to make sure everything stayed consensual and comfortable.
They also decided that, since it’s the first, they would wait until after dinner before opening the first box.
It was with this in mind that made the rest of the day pass slowly for both of them. They still trained and attended meetings, but all the time they were sharing heated glances with each other that their teammates definitely noticed, as demonstrated by Pidge who mimed throwing up in the corner.
Dinner comes and goes and then they are practically jumping from the table to run to their room, the sighs of their team following them out into the hall.
The first item is a small, unlabelled bottle of clear, amber liquid. It’s the most heavenly thing either of them had ever smelt.
To Lance is smells like strawberries and vanilla, with the slightest hint of old leather.
To Keith it smells like coconuts and ocean breeze and the exact scent of Lance’s fruity lip balm.
To both of them, it smells like each other. To both of them, it smells like sex.
The instructions say that it is a massage oil, used to relax but also make the person receiving more susceptible to touch.
They look at each other, both thinking the same thing.
“You’re better at giving massages,” Keith says, trying and failing to look innocent.
Lance scoffs. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing babe. Lucky for you I would never willingly receive a massage from you ever again. I swear you were trying to see how hard you had to push before my head would just pop off.”
Keith doesn’t say anything to refute this accusation, just chuckles in excitement as he discards his shirt and flops face first onto his pillow.
“Do your worst babe,” he mumbles into the pillow.
Lance clears his throat lightly. Keith turns his face to the side grinning something terrible.
“What? Are you forfeiting already?”
“Shut the fuck up. I was just going to suggest you remove your pants too. You know, for convenience.”
Keith huffs in amusement as he goes to do exactly that, boxers and all. “Convenience my ass, you just want to see me naked.”
“Ahh, you caught me.”
While Keith undresses, Lance lays down a towel and then discards his clothes as well, before moving to straddle Keith’s thighs and uncapping the bottle, drizzling a generous amount all over his back.
He begins rubbing in the oil sensually of course because Lance never does things halfway. All over his back, running feather light touches down his sides, even moving low enough to work it over Keith’s ass before moving back up and starting the process again. The smell quickly permeates through the entire room, blanketing them both in a comfortable warmth. The oil is warm too, under Lance’s hands and when he begins massaging his shoulders, Keith groans in pleasure.
The effect is immediate.
The sound shoots down to Lance’s groin and he is hard dizzyingly fast.
He can’t help but try to subtly grind into Keith’s ass in order to relieve some of the pressure, but his efforts are useless when Keith notices straight away.
He doesn’t even tease Lance or anything which shows just how turned on he is. Instead he starts to move as well, though it’s unclear whether he’s trying to buck into the mattress or back against Lance. Maybe both. Lance doesn’t have enough blood in his brain to think too hard about it.
“Fuck,” he mutters, voice low and gravelly.
Keith whines in agreement.
Lance tries to focus on continuing the massage. God knows Keith could use it. But it’s so difficult with the new angle he’s found, his dick sliding between Keith’s cheeks.
It’s slow and hot as they move together in tandem, both panting as they get nearer to the edge, much faster than they would usually from just a bit of grinding.
“Lance,” Keith’s voice is breathy which only serves to turn him on more, if that were even possible.
Lance leans forward so his lips are at Keith’s ear, still massaging, still grinding.
“Yeah babe?” His voice is equally as breathy.
“I’m- I think I’m gonna come,” he sounds embarrassed about it.
“Yeah? So soon?” he teases.
Keith reaches back and swats Lance’s side.
“Asshole.”
“Joking babe. I’m close too,” it’s getting more difficult to speak. He makes up for it by nipping at Keith’s ear, who whines in response and he takes the opportunity to kiss him, hard.
“It’s so much. Everything feels so much.”
Lance knows exactly what he means.
He renews the pace so it’s faster, more intense and Keith is pliant and docile beneath him, a state he only reaches at times like this.
The friction is suddenly too much and they come together, moaning and panting as they make their way through their climax.
“Wow,” Lance says, when they finally get their wits about them again.
“Wow,” Keith agrees emphatically.
They get up and take a shower together, purely non-sexual, in order to wash off the oil and other liquids, before drying off and climbing into bed together, grateful for Lance’s foresight to put down the towel. As they cuddle up together, tired and content, Lance thinks about all the boxes still to be opened and what might be in them. He thinks about some things that he hopes they get.
He has no idea what they’re in for.