At first dating another Alpha was a little weird, but now Lance can write a two page paper on everything he loves about it. One of those many things is the sex, and not only because they're Alphas, though that is a factor, but because it's with Keith. Sometimes it's slow and sweet, completely heart wrenching and emotional, other times it's swirls of claws, fangs and loud growling, the only goal being to completely wreck eachother. Lance is pretty sure it looks like they're fighting when they get like that, but it's amazing, everything just raw and wild enough to satisfy the primal Alpha within them.

Now, if Keith's scent and the look on his face is any indication, this is one of those wild times. Lance can't even figure out what might've triggered it. They're at a boring diplomatic party for a planet named Arian and the planets settled peoples are a warrior race that kind of reminds Lance of the Spartans in Ancient Greece. They're extremely passionate, so much so that Lance gets into a lively debate with one of the Generals about war strategy, something the Alpha finds he's surprisingly good with.

"All I'm saying," Lance says, moving the pieces across the 'war board' as the Arians call it, it's kind of like a fucked up game of chess, "Is that you can't just rush right in with these Ozan dudes. Sure, you've got numbers, but they're big. Andthey have lazercanons. They could take out more than half of your forces with just a few shots before you even make it over their first wall." Lance takes a deep breath through his mouth because Keith's aroused scent is starting to choke him. The shorter Alpha presses closer to his side as Lance moves the pieces across the board with shaky fingers, his boyfriends bonfire scent holding a clear invitation.

Lance clears his throat. "Umm... if you attack them head-on you risk being attacked by all five walls, and that leads to a number of unnecessary deaths on your end; so instead you could kind of hop around, taking out each wall one by one. It's tedious but it's the best chance you've got. The concept is called Island Hopping, it breaks your enemies apart in pieces so that they're easier to dissolve."

Under the table Keith's fingers trail over the crotch of his suit, the smaller Alphas scent flaring up when he finds that Lance is already half hard in his pants. Lance's complexion grows darker as his cheeks color red, blue eyes cutting across to where Keith is sitting casually next to him, expression unreadable. Hunk, Pidge and Shiro keep shooting them glares from across the room, a clear sign that they can smell the bafoonery going on even from where they're standing.

"That is quite the plan, Paladin Lance." The Arian General answers, thoughtful expression on its birdlike face. One of its mouths presses into a thin line as the other chatters on, oblivious to Lance's problem.

"However you aren't taking into consideration the danger of splitting up our attacks in such a way. If we hit them first and hit them hard the war will be over before it even starts." And then he goes on to ramble about something like the efficiency of Arian weapons, but Lance isn't listening. Instead he's gripping the edge of the table, face hot as Keith cups him through his pants, giving him a suggestive squeeze.

"Lance?" Allura asks from across the table, face drawn tight with concern, cutting off the Arian General, "Are you feeling alright? You don't look well." Lance thanks what ever God is out there and asks whoever it is to bless Allura for being such a good person. Maybe this would get Keith to chill the fuck out.

"Yeah, Yeah, I'm fine, Princess." Lance says, waving her off. Allura's frown deepens. Keith's hand doesn't move away. It's not like he's unwelcome, Lance just thinks it would be bad manners to completely destroy his ass right here in the middle of a party like this.

"I don't believe that is true, Lance." Allura says, "Perhaps you should head back to the castle and get some rest."

Lance open his mouth to object, but Keith beats him to it, speaking for the first time since he sat down next to Lance earlier that night.

"I'll make sure he gets back alright, Allura." He says easily, pulling his hand away from Lance's crotch under the table. Allura sends him a thankful smile and Lance is already climbing hastily out of his chair, saying quick goodbyes before hightailing it the fuck out of there, Keith no too far behind him. The walk back to the ship is quiet, but the tension between them is extremely loud. Keith's scent is driving Lance absolutely insane, and he has to stop himself multiple times from jumping the boys bones right there in the middle of the glowing pink trees that make up the Arian woods. Lance doesn't have to wait long, thankfully, because just a few yards ahead is the Castle.

As soon as they step onto the ship Keith is on him, body slamming into Lance's with a startling amount of force, their lips smashing together in a way that feels more like a head-bud than an actual kiss. A growl rumbles deep in Lance's throat and Keith growls back in response, their hands everywhere at once as they stumble through the hallways in an effort to make it back to Lance's room.

"You absolute fucking tease." Lance hisses out, slamming Keith against the wall next to his room door. His head swims with Keith's scent and he can barely form a coherent thought. Before this Lance thought that being in a relationship with another Alpha was impossible, but he and Keith just fit so well together that it doesn't even matter.

Keith gives him a sly smirk, hands already working Lance's blue suit jacket off of his shoulders.

"You weren't paying attention to me, I had to make my presence known." Keith says, hooking his leg around Lance's slim waist. He yanks Lance in close by the collar of his white shirt, pink lips pressed to the shell of Lance's ear.

"Watching you talk strategy like that drove me insane." He whispers, tongue swiping out over Lance's earlobe, "You sounded so fucking intelligent, Lance, so easily proving that General wrong like it wasn't a big deal. Fuck, it got me sohot for you."

At that Lance's brain short circuits, his breath coming out in shallow pants as Keith sucks his earlobe into his sinful little mouth. When he lets go with a wet pop Lance leans back, tearing open Keiths black button down shirt after he gets the red blazer off of his shoulders.

"I'm topping tonight." Lance all but growls out before claiming Keith's lips in a brutal kiss, their teeth clanking together as they stumble into Lance's room.

"That was the plan." Keith moans into his mouth, the sound of fabric tearing filling the room as he rips open Lance's button down shirt and throws it to the floor. He rakes his fingernails down Lance's chest and the taller Alpha hisses at the way it stings, long bronze fingers making quick work of Keith's belt.

"Was it?" Lance asks in a voice that can only be described as dangerous. "You've been thinking about taking my cock all night, haven't you slut?" He asks and Keith lets out a whine. It's not high pitched and needy like an Omegas, instead it rumbles deep in his chest like a throaty moan. It goes straight to Lance's dick and he backs Keith up into the bed, pulling away to push the boy to the mattress with a harsh shove. Somehow in the time between them kissing and talking he managed to remove Keith's pants, and he sits on the bed in nothing but a pair of boxers.

He doesn't sit idle for long, however, rolling onto his knees as his pale hands quickly come up to undo Lance's belt buckle, his violet eyes dark with hunger and scent so pungent that it sends Lance's head reeling. In one swift movement he yanks Lance's pants and boxers to his ankles, not even giving Lance a chance to step out of the clothes, mouthing his way along the Alpha's thick erection.

Lance groans, a hand coming to wind in inky black strands as Keith wraps those pink lips around the head of his cock. He looks up at Lance through dark eyelashes and Lance swears he could cum at that image alone. Slowly he takes Lance's cock into his mouth inch by inch, palms wrapped around the backs of Lance's tanned thighs to keep himself anchored. Lance bites his lip, stroking his fingers through Keith's hair as Keith begins to swirl his tongue around the shaft, bobbing his head and sinking Lance's cock deeper into his mouth with every slurp. Lance moans, fingers tightening in Keith's hair.

It's unreal how good Keith is at sucking dick. A little piece of Lance's soul asends to Heaven each time Keith does it. His mouth is always so warm and wet, and somehow he always looks completely wrecked with his pink lips stretched wide over Lance's cock, slobber dribbling down his chin as he sucks and swirls his tongue.

"Fuck, baby, you're doing so good." Lance moans out, head thrown back as Keith takes him in all the way, nose pressed to the dark swirly hairs at his abdomen. Keith hums in response to the praise and Lance gasps, rocking his hips forward slightly into Keith's mouth. Keith doesn't shy away from it, only pulling back to gasp in a breath of air before wrapping his lips around Lance again and sinking down.

"So good, baby, so good." Lance moans, rocking his hips deeply into Keith's mouth and letting out little curses of pleasure. As Keith pulls back up to swirl his tongue around the head of his cock Lance can already feel the telltale signs of his knot beginning to form. With a little tug he pulls Keith's head back, breathing heavily with a grin on his lips.

"You keep doing that and I won't last very long." Lance says shamelessly. Keith, who's lips are red and shiny with saliva, grins in response, sliding his hands up to cup Lance's ass, giving it a squeeze.

"You're not cumming until you're inside of me. I'm taking your knot tonight." Keith hums, and, as Lance tilts the boys head up, they lock eyes. Keith licks his swollen lips and Lance sucks in a shaky breath. He pushes forward, knocking Keith back onto the bed, finding his lips in a desperate kiss as his hand slips under the pillow to grab their makeshift bottle of lube.

As of right now Lance's mind is a giant mess. Keith Kogane is the most dangerously sexy person he's ever met in his entire life, whether the boy realizes what he's doing or not. When they have sex there's always communication because with two Alphas there has to be, but whenever Keith bottoms he turns into a bratty submissive, always demanding that Lance gives him everything harder, deeper, faster. Lately Lance has gotten into the habit of shutting him the fuck up with a few harsh slaps to his ass. It's not that Lance doesn't like Keith's little demands, he actually finds it really hot, but the satisfaction that comes with getting Keith to break off into loud, fucked out moans is just so gratifying that Lance would probably do just about anything to hear them.

"Stop dicking around and fuck me already." Keith pants out as Lance trails his lips down the side of the Alphas pale neck, his tongue swirling and teeth scraping along Keith's scent glands.

"I hope you realize the irony in that sentence." Lance says with an amused grin, moving down to map out the rest of Keith's body. Keith squirms impatiently under him, letting out a groan of frustration as Lance holds his hips down, mouth ghosting over his clothed errection.

"Come on come on come on." Keith gasps out, hands going to wind tightly in Lance's hair to convey just how much he needs this. Lance doesn't budge, though. As torturous as this is he feels the need to have Keith crying and gasping for his pleasure, a punishment for how he acted while they were at that party.

Lance pulls away, licking his lips as he yanks Keith's boxers down his legs, tossing them somewhere in the room before ducking back down, lips trailing up the side of Keith's flushed dick. Keith huffs impatiently, trying and failing to buck his hips up as Lance trails his tongue along the underside of his hard cock. His pink tip is already leaking pre-cum and his scent thickens in the room like smoke from an intense fire.

"Beg for me." Lance says, licking teasingly over the slit of Keith's cock, finger trailing down the cleft of his ass. "All you have to do is say please, baby, and I'll give you everything you want." Keith stiffens up under him and the more Lance touches him, kitten licks to the pink head of his cock, fingers trailing teasingly over the rim of his hole, the tighter his fingers get in Lance's hair, but he says nothing.

Lance knows it's a challenge. The moment he glances up it's whispered in blazing violet eyes and pursed pink lips, a silent 'make me' hanging heavily in the air. Lance is more than happy to comply, wrapping his mouth around the head of Keith's cock but not moving any further, swirling his tongue just slightly as his finger pushes teasingly at the smaller Alphas entrance. But Keith doesn't crack because he's just that fucking stubborn, so Lance ups his game, slicking up his fingers with lube while simultaneously sucking on the tip of Keith's cock, offering just enough stimulation so that he can feel the pleasure but not have the chance to indulge in it. And, as Lance slowly sinks a finger into the hot heat of his boyfriends tight hole, Keith breaks.

"Lance..." he moans, voice cracking, legs spreading wide to give Lance access. "Lance, fuck, just give it to me already." And his voice sounds so sweet that Lance can't even think about denying him, sinking further down on his cock and giving a little short hum of appreciation at the small noises Keith makes, pumping his finger slowly and relishing in the way Keith pulses around him.

"Lance, please..." Keith gasp in frustration, trying in vain to move his hips. It earns him another finger, Lance bobbing his head slowly and sucking deeply as he scissors Keith open. Pale fingers rake through brown hair and Keith lets out a shaky moan as Lance speeds up his fingers. He's begging freely now, Lance's name leaving his lips with every other sentence, and every cry of 'please' is rewarded with a deep suck and harsh thrust. Lance has Keith's cock all the way down his throat and three fingers twisting inside the smaller Alphas gradually loosening hole when Keith lets out a completely broken moan, his voice filled to the brim with desperation,

"Papi, please, I need your cock!"

And then Lance breaks, too, sucking in a sharp breath and pulling off of Keith's cock with a wet pop. Keith has never called him that before. Not once, not even when Lance is completely fucking wrecking him. It's a completely new development and Lance doesn't know what to do with himself. And his boyfriend, his complete fucking slut of a boyfriend, is staring up at him through those impossibly thick eyelashes, bitting down on his bottom lip with his cheeks flushed red as he squirms impatiently, Lance's fingers still buried deep in his ass. It's a scene directly out of every wet dream Lance has ever had, a scene better than any porno Lance has ever watched, and it's all for him.

"I'm going to ruin you." Lance breathes out, voice sounding slightly amazed, sitting up and continuing to pump his fingers deep in Keith's ass. Keith moans, abs flexing as he rolls his hips down onto Lance's fingers.

"What're you waiting for, then?" And his voice is deep with lust but also somehow teasing, "I'm ready for you, Papi."

Lance doesn't need anymore encouragement. He slides his fingers out of Keith, lathers lube onto his dick and then slowly moves forward to press the tip of his cock to Keith's entrance. Both Alphas let out long moans as Lance pushes in, sinking down until he's balls deep in Keith's ass.

Lance hooks his elbows at the crooks of Keith's knees, pushing pale legs to a pale chest as he leans down, their lips smashing in a kiss full of teeth and tongue. Lance rocks his hips and Keith moans into his mouth, hands sliding over broad shoulders and flexing back muscles.

"You said you were going to ruin me," Keith moans into his mouth, "So fucking do it. Ruin me, Papi, I want it."

And who is Lance to deny him?

A few things Lance has learned about Keith since they started this whole thing is that he likes giving it rough and getting it rough. Lance has a tendency to be on the gentler side, to whisper praises in Keith's ear as he slowly fucks him into a gooey mess, and he tends to prefer it that way; but now, as Lance allows his Alpha instincts take over and fuck Keith into the mattress like the only thing he's meant to do is take Lance's cock, Lance thinks this is pretty fucking great, too. And Keith? Keith is loving every second of it. Seldom does Lance ever get this rough with him and, as Lance fucks him with a brutal amount of force, his moans have increased in volume and frequency.

"Yes yes, just like-Ah! Fuck yes- just like that, Papi." And holy fucking shit when did Keith become so vocal? He's not exactly quiet any other time, but this is on an entirely different level, and it has Lance fucking him faster than he ever has before. Keith moans, voice cracking just slightly, blunt nails raking along Lance's back. Lance moans with him, and with Keith wrapped so tightly around him, hot, wet and pulsing, he knows he isn't going to last very long.

"You look so good, baby," Lance moans out, lidded blue eyes taking in Keith's flushed cheeks and bitten lips, "Like you're just meant to take my cock. It's made just for you, isn't it? Just for you and your slutty little holes." Keith nods, violet eyes dark and blown wide as his body shakes with every thrust of Lance's hips, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

"It's just for me," Keith agrees, possessive growl rumbling in his chest, "My Alpha." Lance growls right back, low and possessive, and thrust his hips, dick slamming right into Keith's prostate. Keith's growl breaks off into a loud wail, his back arching off the bed.

"And your hole and cock is made just for me, isn't it, baby boy? You're my Alpha, aren't you?" Lance asks, breathless as Keith's walls clench and flutter around him, like they're trying to pull him in deeper and force him out at the same time. He can feel his knot beginning to form at the base of his cock, swelling and bulging until it's slapping at Keith's rim with every thrust. Keith doesn't respond, but Lance takes his wrecked wails of pleasure as a yes.

Lance slams into Keith's prostate with every thrust, Keith's own knot already fully formed and throbbing. He's shaking, drool running out of the corner of his mouth, voice raw as he moans, black hair sweaty and askew on the pillow beneath his head. When Lance gives a particular rough push inside, head of his cock smashing against Keith's prostate while his knot stretches the boys hole so wide that it's gaping, a hand wrapping tightly around Keith's neglected erection, Keith screams. There's really no other way to describe it. Just a broken sob a pleasure that'll probably ring in Lance's ears for the rest of his life.

Keith cums, crying, his entire body shaking, and Lance works him through it; hand jerking his cock, squeezing his knot whenever he gets to the base and his other hand finds Keith's, their fingers tangling together. He grinds his hips into Keith's prostate since he can't exactly pull out and he milks Keith for all he's got, white ropes of cum shooting up and painting across his stomach and chest. Lance can't hold on after that, the tightening and fluttering of Keith's wet walls sends him over the edge