Lance had come back from his trip to Cuba a little over six hours ago, tail practically wagging as he laid his head in Keith's lap and told him of his time at the big family reunion.
His hands had moved in their usual dramatic flair, retelling stories of how big his nieces and nephews had grown, of his mamá's delicious cooking. He recounts waking up to the salty ocean air, to the sounds of waves crashing on the beach's shoreline mixed together with the chorus of his family's laughter.
God Keith loves him so damn much, and he loves Lance's love for all his family and friends, warmth spreading along his chest as baby blue eyes softened just so at the mention of those he cares so deeply for, wet with unshed tears for the people he always misses so dearly.
Keith knows that Lance is a family man through and through and will likely mope around for a few days, knows the feeling of homesickness settles heavy in his stomach for weeks.
And, okay, call him a hormonal horny freak but he also knows the perfect way to get his sweet, caring boyfriend out of that sad funk.
Tonight's the full moon, he misses his boyfriend something fierce, and he hasn't been fucked in two months which for Keith feels like a damn eternity.
So, really, the timing just couldn't be any more perfect.
The second Lance had shut his mouth, Keith had dragged them to their bedroom, lips locked the entire way, and stripped them both of their clothes. His pussy was dripping and throbbing in anticipation to get absolutely railed.
Lance always jokes that Keith has been Pavlov'd, hole always slicking itself up and preparing to get fucked whenever Lance is within reach.
And, well, Keith can't exactly deny it, can he? Not when his boyfriend's been back for less than a full day and he's soaked through two layers of clothing, humping away at Lance's leg as if he will be the one sprouting pointed wolf ears and a fluffy tail.
Which brings Keith to now, barely able to breathe. It feels like he's suffocating from how full he feels. His eyes flutter and fill with tears, on the verge of passing out for what's probably the tenth time that night.
His pussy, his poor little pussy, stretches tightly around his boyfriend's stupidly big werewolf dick, and he's slowly but surely starting to lose his damn mind with each tantalizing pump of his hips.
And yet, despite the agonizing stretch that comes with not being fucked in two months by a, genuine, monster cock, Keith still smiles contentedly like the cat who got the cream.
Staccato breaths roughly get fucked out of him with each sharp thrust to the rhythmic high whines of Lance's name. The sounds are pathetic, escaping from his parted and panting lips.
He moans as the wolf cock fucks its way deeper and deeper into his already sore hole, carving out his insides, stuffing him. Keith thinks that, maybe this time, it'll push through and fuck right into his womb, filling the passage with hot cum and maybe knocking him up in the process despite its impossibility.
He tightens his hole at a particularly harsh thrust, groaning when Lance stops the rough humping of his hips and instead starts grinding in tight, circular motions, cock preparing to stretch Keith's taut pussy around the hard knot that's soon to inflate and plug his insides with thick, hot seed.
Keith bites his lip around a scream, purple eyes rolling to the back of his head at the feeling of being obscenely and almost uncomfortably full of dick.
He's being fucked so deep he swears he can feel Lance's cock creeping up into the back of his throat. He doesn't know if he'll make it to the end of the night without passing out, though it's not like it would be the first time.
Through the pleasured haze, he hears it, a content "good mate" coming from Lance, voice deeper from its usual boyish pitch, changed drastically by his transformation during the full moon.
But still, there's that familiar spark in those bright blue eyes, cocky smirk turned toothy on his panting, growling profile. Drool drips down from his maw and all over Keith's fucked out face and reddening chest that rises and falls with each hard breath that's pounded out of his weakening lungs.
Asshole. Keith wants to smack that stupid look off of his boyfriend's smug ass face, but he's simply too fucked out and weak to lift his arms and go through with the action.
He can't bring himself to feel too annoyed though as he's finally, finally getting the proper fucking he's been desperately waiting on for the last two months.
And Keith bets that Lance has missed a good fuck too, knowing that his precious mate lies beneath him painting the prettiest picture, on his back, arms spread out over his head and gripping weakly at ruined sheets while he takes his cock better than anyone else ever has.
Better than anyone else ever will.
Only Keith's upper back and shoulders are touching the mattress now, the lower half of his body being easily held up by strong hands effortlessly pulling him on and off Lance's dick like he's some kind of personal little fuck toy.
He has both legs spread far apart to fit the bulk of Lance's huge body in between. They're lifted high, dangling in the air by his boyfriend's furry claws wrapped all the way around his shaking thighs.
His body bounces, useless to the brisk pace of Lance's relentless fucking; he's been turned into nothing more but a wet, warm, passage for his boyfriend's enjoyment, a hole to be fucked, filled with seed, and tossed aside only to be used again later.
Keith knows he has a pathetic expression on his face, how couldn't he, with his boyfriend's cock driving into the deepest parts of his tight little pussy. He whines, feeling heavy balls slapping against the backs of his thighs with each pump of strong hips, so hard and full of thick come he thinks the weight of them might actually cause bruises to blossom on his pale skin.
"Mmm– ngh– oh fuck. Lance, " Keith struggles, his tongue feels too heavy in his mouth to form any coherent thoughts let alone actual words to come out of his panting, drooling mouth.
His pussy struggles to accommodate a feeling so familiar yet also so foreign, aching for something so good despite it being too much.
But he wants it bad, God does he always want it so fucking bad.
Ever since that first time, there's simply nothing else that compares to being fucked by werewolf dick, body always yearning for that intense feeling, for that uncomfortable stretch followed by that mind numbing release.
Lance calls him a freak for it all the time, but Keith shuts him up when he reminds him just who exactly humps and whines desperately away at his sweet hole. The wolf always begs to knock him up full of pups, to breed him like the bitch he is, constantly growling mine mine MINE while Keith screams and scrabbles at the sheets for mercy.
His back suddenly archs harshly off the bed, and with a broken off cry Keith's eyes widen when Lance starts picking up the pace, humping wildly away at his sore little cunt with filthy squelching sounds of their coupling, thick, pointed cockhead mashing against the back of his pussy. Hard.
Keith's opens his mouth around a silent scream, eyes wide and shock filling his system– fuck it's too deep and starting to fucking hurt– but oh god— oh god.
"Oh fuh- uuhhh– oh– oh– oh god–!" Keith brokenly moans out between exhausted, fucked out breaths being pounded out of his throat and into the cool open air.
Lance chuckles, the bastard isn't even near as breathless as Keith is, who's on the verge of being fucked senseless.
"Yeah sweetheart?" He says, pausing the pumping of his hips again to instead grind in deep. White spots start to show in the corners of Keith's eyes at the heavy pressure filling up his insides, and his tearful eyes flutter, beginning to cross. His pussy struggles to mold around the shape of Lance's dick, his mind struggling to keep any of its sanity.
"Right here?" Keith hears Lance ask, and his toes curl painfully at each calculated, circular movement of muscular hips.
He can't even answer though, because Lance start to maneuver their bodies, suddenly pushing both of Keith's knees up to his chest and jackhammering down into his hot cunt. The sounds of their sweaty bodies slap harshly against one another, wet and loud and nasty in the otherwise quiet room. Keith thinks that his insides are sure to be bruised after this, neck starting to cramp as he looks blearily up at his boyfriend using all the weight of his big fury body to ram down and fuck unforgivingly into his.
He risks a peek at his poor cunt, stretched wide, accommodating cock. His pussy lips are flushed red and fucked far apart as it's violated by a dick the size of his forearm scrambling his insides.
He's definitely not going to be able to walk tomorrow, mentally keeping a note in the back of his mind to call into work come morning time.
In fact, he'll probably be out of commission for the next week with how roughly Lance fucks him, pounding eagerly away at his tight little snatch, taking what he wants and more.
"Uhhhhhh," He moans weakly, helpless and harsh breaths being fucked out of his mouth as Lance fucks and fucks and fucks through the tight channel of his fluttering pussy, as if the wolf has no concept of stamina, just an innate desire to use up all of Keith's.
"Aw lookie here," Lance purrs out. A furred hand runs over Keith's lean stomach. It's flat until the midsection where an obscene bulge has formed in the long shape of Lance's stupidly big wolf dick filling up his cramped insides.
Lance slowly starts to pull his long cock all the way out, grunting with slight effort as he fights to pull his dick from the narrow confines of Keith's hot cunt. With a crude, wet, popping sound, his cock finally comes free of Keith's strangling pussy until the hard and reddened tip kisses the entrance of his gaping and fucked open hole.
Keith whimpers when Lance growls lowly, slicks his hard, veiny cock in between swollen pink pussy lips, sliding it back and forth in a dirty grind. "Oh fuck yeah," Lance growls out, drool dripping. "Look at that… missed your pussy so much sweetheart."
Keith swallows almost nervously as Lance licks his lips like the predator he is, eyes zeroing in on his sopping, stretched out hole like he's on the hunt and his pussy is going to be his next meal.
He prods Keith's hole with the tip of his cock, teasing the twitching entrance. He rubs at his hard little dick, gliding further until the top reaches well past Keith's belly button, dripping milky pre in between the divots of his trembling abs.
Keith has about a second to think about how the fuck he managed to squeeze that thing inside of him, before Lance is pulling away and slamming back inside his hole again to see the bulge reappear, a deep perfect mate leaving his mouth.
Keith squeaks at being suddenly empty then so full. He cries out when Lance lets out low, rough grunts as he moves his hips faster and faster to watch possessively as the bump glides back and forth, turning Keith's insides to mush, hard cock jabbing against his g-spot without pause, without mercy to claim Keith's insides.
Claiming his mates insides.
Lance fucks him hard and fast, enough that Keith can hear the bed squeaking and moving with each violent movement. Their headboard bashes harshly against the wall and chips away at the cheap off-white paint.
Keith mentally apologizes to their neighbors, but also can't find it in him to really care when he's getting fucked within an inch of his life.
With how rough and strong Lance is during the full moon, it feels like his body's going to be ripped right down the middle.
Death by wolf dick, Keith remembers Pidge telling him once. They had such a disgusted look on their face when they had, unfortunately, been on the receiving end of hearing the story of his and Lance's first time fucking during the full moon.
What a way to go.
Keith can feel the moment Lance slams especially hard, and as he goes to open his mouth in a scream he finds Lance's tongue being shoved suddenly down his throat.
Lance's tongue immediately fucks and fills the entirety of Keith's mouth, a lot broader, stronger, and longer than his own.
Being suddenly filled on both ends, Keith's orgasm creeps swiftly up on him and he fucking comes. He squirts, spurting slick and creaming all over Lance's cock as he keeps fucking into him like a piston, with no intention of slowing down.
The wolf growls in approval, pumping his hips somehow faster. He fucks Keith through his orgasm, through the tightening resistance of his quivering pussy, with a mission to fill his womb up with seed.
Keith mewls, weak, as Lance's hard cock batters heavily into the back of his cunt. His voice is muffled as he feels the tongue roughly glide deeper and deeper inside his mouth, reaching the depths of his throat and then going further.
Lance keeps forcing his tongue deeper, past any sort of resistance there may be, while Keith just continues to squirt around the big dick tearing into his pussy. Weakly, he tries lifting his hands to push against Lance's furry brown chest, but his boyfriend's just too out of it to really notice, just kind of ignores him, chasing his own pleasure and dead set on fucking his knot inside.
It's official, with the full moon and him being completely wolfed out, Lance is too lost in the feeling of his boyfriend's wet pussy to fuck and his hot throat to taste.
Keith's eyes flutter a bit as he tries to swallow without much success. From the tongue in his mouth and the orgasm that he doesn't even think has even really stopped, he's obviously struggling to breathe.
He swats at Lance's furry chest again for some sort of sign, feeling light headed, but those advances go ignored as well.
It feels akin to sucking a cock when he thinks about it, thick, long, wet and warm, and violating the back of his throat til he's gagging and fresh tears join the dry streaks running down the sides of his face.
A mix of both of their spit drips down his chin and cheeks in rivulets, the wet sounds of it vulgar.
Keith starts to gag as Lance's tongue pushes in and out of his mouth to the rhythm of his own hips. His eyes become glassy and unfocused while his body gets brutally filled from both ends, hands uselessly falling back to the bed, his entire body still convulsing from his climax.
He drools feebly around Lance's tongue, whimpering and whining as he feels the strong muscle wriggling around and bulging his throat.
He's practically getting fucked from head to toe now. Every time Lance drives his hips forward, crushing his womb, he fucks his tongue deeper down Keith's throat, making it more of a struggle for him to breathe.
A few more punishing thrusts and soon Keith is twisting in Lance's grip as he squirts, again, squeezing tightly around the punishing pace of Lance's cock scoring his pussy open.
Keith's orgasm is intense, wracking his body with tremors and painting his cunt with another fresh coat of hot slick for Lance to continue ramming his still hard cock through, making him more breathless than he already is.
The noise that's able to escape his tongue filled mouth is so heavy with arousal, it sounds like a mating call, high and whiny and begging for a knot.
Lance's wolf growls in approval.
He pulls his tongue back only to shove it down Keith's throat hard and deep, fucking his mouth and pussy even quicker now, growls and thrusts growing more animalistic, more desperate with the clear intent to breed breed breed.
Keith starts to recognize the pattern, the familiar feeling of that hard knob knocking against the outside of his pussy lips, wanting to lock itself inside his cunt and fill him up with thick seed.
He's humping away at Keith's hot little pussy with the animalistic urge to make him round with pups and Keith knows that Lance is ready to come.
With a growl Lance pulls his head back, wrenching his long tongue from Keith's throat and leaving him panting and coughing harshly, mouth dripping with their combined spit.
Before Keith even has a chance to recover, he's being forcefully flipped onto weak hands and knees as his boyfriend starts mounting him from behind. Large claws wrap around his waist, fingers overlapping and meeting over his belly to keep him in place.
Keith cries out as Lance's long, heavy cock rubs between his folds, mashing against his hard little dick, cock collecting more clear slick.
Lance teases them both for a while, sluicing his cock up between soaking, hot pussy lips, one, two, three, slow thrusts that graze and paint his trembling stomach with both of their fluids.
"Come on Lance," Keith whines impatiently, bowing his back in a deep arch to push his round ass all the way out. The position gives Lance the perfect view of how his pretty little cunt flutters slightly, sandwiching Lance's sturdy cock almost delicately in between puffy pink pussy lips, trying earnestly to entice the wolf to get back to fucking him.
He gives his ass a little shake, the movement causing his already sopping wet hole to make soft, squelching sounds, feather light soft and salacious. Lance's fluffy brown ears perk up, the sticky sounds music to his ears, making his breathing start to get heavy.
He turns his head as much as he can, meeting Lance's blue eyes. "Fuck me," he gives his ass another meaningful sway, grinding his hole on stiff cock. "Fuck my pussy."
Keith is left breathless when Lance starts to fill him again, and he doesn't give him any time to rest, doesn't start out slow or easy. Keith screams, "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" as Lance's hard length rubs against his g-spot, big, pointed cockhead suddenly pushing up against his cervix again and again and again on every thrust.
Instinctively, Keith's body curls up, starts wanting to inch away from the harsh fuck, from the too big intrusion knocking against that sensitive, tight little opening inside of him.
His entire body starts to quake, fighting against the pull of Lance's claws dragging Keith's little body back onto his rigid cock despite begging for it like a slut only seconds ago.
Lance notices much too quickly though, when his cock is not fully sheathed inside his mate's cunt. He feels the moment it happens, the resistance from the trembling little body beneath him, the stark difference between the tight, wet heat of Keith's sweltering, silken cunt and the cool air of their air conditioned bedroom.
With a loud roar, large hands forcibly yank his shaking body back, and Keith swears he just about blacks out for a few seconds as his body takes all twelve inches of hard wolf cock making its home inside his wet, warm hole once more, leaving no room for escape, filling his womb.
"The hell do you think you're goin?" he hears Lance's growl, frustrated, bending completely over Keith's small yielding body, humping forcibly into his quivering pussy hard and rough and mean.
Keith tries, once more, to crawl away, muscles working into overdrive as his brain screams toomuchtoomuchtoomuch. "Uhn– ah— ah! Lance– Lance—uh— hhuh fuck baby– baby wait–"
"You wanted this," Lance cuts him off with a deep snarl, and Keith ceases to exist as his cunt gets brutally plowed into, frenzied, cock gliding easily through his velvet smooth pussy like a hot knife slicing through butter. "You whine like a little bitch but your pussy says otherwise."
The wolf's cock swells with each pump and Keith groans in pleasured pain as the stiff member shoves deep inside til he's sure he'll be gaping for days.
"So be good mate and fucking take it."
The wolf slams in over and over and over with a brutal and powerful force intent on breeding his bitch. His claws dig painfully into the damp skin of Keith's body, forcing Keith to rock back and forth onto hot and hard cock with each mind numbing thrust that shatters his sanity entirely.
Keith feels his thick, heavy balls slapping against the backs of his thighs over and over, the sound of their hips meeting bouncing explicitly off the walls. He's sweating profusely, enveloped by his lover and the fever of their coupling, bodies cramped together. Lance's fur clings to his back as each hump rubs both of their wet exertion between them.
Keith's cunt is always so eager for him whether he himself is or isn't, and before he can start squirming and whining again Lance tightens his hands around his waist, continuing to relentlessly drag Keith's body on and off his sturdy prick like the perfect little fleshlight.
The hot clutch of his little pussy bears down on Lance like a vice and Lance groans, forcing it all in before Keith can take a proper breath. He wails, face red and splotchy with fresh tears as his cunt seizes violently around the big dick, abused pussy tense and pulsing around him, sucking him further in until he's nestled against his aching womb.
"Yeah… y'like being stuffed full of this thick fucking cock," Lance growls low as Keith's wet pussy clenches almost painfully tight around his dick, keeping him deep, exactly where he belongs, stretched ridiculously tight on girthy cock.
He's babbling now, drunk on good pussy the way Keith's drunk on good dick.
"Take that big dick. Gonna breed you so good sweetheart, gonna come inside you, get you nice 'n round with my pups– Ngh fucking shit Keith–"
Keith's very core is on fire, whole body lighting up in oversensitivity. He can feel every single fucking thing but is simultaneously so damn numb , the only thing keeping him concious being the cock his body's currently hanging off of.
Every movement Lance makes feels so damn good, every pump of his hips, every squeeze around his trembling sides, even the breaths Keith can feel on the back of his neck, the spattering of drool dripping on his back.
Keith is starting to get drunk off the feeling.
He swears each thrust just makes him go dumber, like this is his only purpose in life, to be bent over and bred by his werewolf boyfriend. It's natural for him to put his cunt on display like this, forced to take hard cock, made to be filled with hot cum.
Eventually with how weak he already is, a particularly hard thrust has his hands and elbows giving out beneath him. Keith at least has half a mind to turn his head to the side so he doesn't suffocate to death, chest pressed against the bedsheets and arms laying spread out uselessly on his sides. Breaths escape his mouth brokenly, uh uh uh uhn's punched out to the rhythm of being fucked til he's stupid. He can feel drool seeping out from the corner of his mouth to join the mess already splattered all over the sheets.
Lance's whole fury body curls completely around Keith, mounting him, humping savagely away at his poor fucked out cunt, the sounds foul and wet. The momentum sends Keith sliding a couple inches up the bed til the top of his head starts lightly hitting their headboard.
He can't even put his arms out to stop himself. If his brain weren't already damaged from being drunk on dick he thinks the constant smacking of his head would have done it.
He pushes his ass out more, teasing Lance, weakly trying to bounce back to meet the vigorous pace of his thrusts.
"Ffuhhh-uh-uh-huh," Keith moans, fucked out, weak, offering his body up for his mate mounting him from behind with the desperate need to knot him.
With a shaking hand he reaches back, pulling on one of his ass cheeks, giving Lance a nice view of where their bodies meet, of where his pussy grips tightly around the heavy width of Lance's hard prick.
Keith allows Lance to look at the way his puffy, ruined cunt and pussy lips are pulled tight trying desperately to accommodate every inch of him, his wetness fucked into a frothy mess and running down his trembling thighs.
Keith looks over his shoulder, meeting Lance's eyes, filled with lust and want. He licks his dry lips, "Want come," clenches his hole and swivels his hips as much as he can in Lance's tight grip. He's come so many times but his boyfriend has yet to fill him up and he's starting to grow impatient.
He clenches and unclenches his pussy again as much as he's able to, like he's trying to milk some of that hot cum into his aching cunt. "Please. Breed me."
And Jesus he's so fucked out he can't even talk in anything more than one syllable.
Lance starts pounding into Keith's little pussy harder, smaller body crushed underneath him, trapped. Their weight difference far too much for him to throw him off even though he knows he wouldn't, even if he physically could. He's vaguely aware of his own mouth moving, groaning out cries of "yes, yes, yes, yes," like a broken record.
Keith is being pounded into like Lance is trying to fuck him all the way through and he moans, eyes rolling into the back of his head, his cervix cramping in pain as Lance beats that small opening open with the angry red tip of his stiff cock.
"So big Lance. Uh- ngh- Feels too full– I– I can't–"
Growls pour out of Lance's mouth as Keith's gushing pussy just gets wetter and wetter, making his thrusts between bouncing ass cheeks sloppy and more likely to hit everything that makes Keith tick.
"Yes you can," he mumbles into Keith's damp neck, and Keith shivers when he starts licking at the sweat collecting there. "Pussy always so good. Always. So fucking good. Taking my cock so well."
"Uhhhhh m' pussy—" Keith mewls weakly in response, growing delirious. His are rolled to the back of his head, tongue lolling out. "My pussy—"
"Fuck yeah baby," Keith hears Lance growl, fucking relentlessly. "You're perfect. All mine. Fuckin' give it to me, sweetheart. Come on this big dick you love so much— fuck."
And like the good mate he is, Keith does, he squirts, fucking again, as he comes, pussy hugging Lance's cock hotly, clear liquid sliding around the still rock hard dick with filthy wet schlicking noises.
Keith helplessly moans and cries unevenly as the brutal pace of the wolf's fucking prolongs his orgasm until his cunt is spurting an endless stream of fresh slick.
"Missed your sweet little pussy so much," Lance grunts, hunched over Keith's soft, pliant body and thrusting long and hard. "Miss making you come Keith– ah- shit."
Claws close tightly around his middle, fingers touching, as the wolf begins to chase after his own release. The sound of Keith's wanton cries and his wet cunt immediately makes Lance's ears perk up in interest and his cock somehow harder than it already is.
Keith whines when Lance's thrusts grow more desperate and frenzied as he loses himself in the feel of his mate's dripping pussy and warm skin, growling and huffing mine mine mine.
Soon enough Keith finally starts to feel Lance's knot begin to swell, knocking against the outside of his sore cunt. Lance grips onto Keith's lithe waist tighter, biceps bulging to hold him in place as he hammers his fat knot inside the sweltering clutch of Keith's small and oversensitive cunt, bruising.
Each hard thrust fucks a noise out of him, high and reedy, helpless to the wolf.
Keith could fucking cry at the thought of finally being knotted, he's starting to get hot just thinking about being tied to his boyfriend and full of his sticky spunk. He whines when Lance ruts his hips against Keith harder, growling and gripping as he forces his cock deeper and deeper inside.
His cunt begins to clench rhythmically around the cock inside of him, attempting to lure Lance closer into coming, into breeding him full. Lance is using the bulk of his whole body now, roaring and scratching at Keith's body to pull him onto his continuously inflating knot.
"Gonna knock you up," Lance growls. "Fill you with my pups, give you what you want, what you need."
Keith lets out a needy moan at the thought of it. "Ohhh – oh please. Please, please, please," he begs, clenching his hole, milking the hard cock. "Gimme your cum. Want your pups, come in my pussy–" Keith cries get cut off with a scream, cunt clamping down around Lance's expanding cock like a vice, and with a firm thrust, and a satisfying pop, Lance does just that, finally burying his dick root deep and locking his knot inside the hot clutch of Keith's greedy wet hole.
Keith feels like his hips are going to be popped out of place, and he gurgles a choked out cry as the knot works its way past his aching hole, but it's all in and it's fully swollen so much that the shape of it is visible through his belly. His pussy clamps down, milking Lance's wolf cock for all it's worth.
Lance's cock empties hot come like a fucking hose inside, and Keith gets filled full to bursting as load after load of hot semen gets emptied in his womb.
Keith gasps as Lance starts maneuvering both of their bodies, arms holding him tight as he begins to sit up against the headboard, cock still buried in his mate. Keith sits up enough to see where he's stretched around Lance's swelling knot.
The bulge in his stomach stands out when he arches weakly and throbs as Lance's cock grows inside Keith's snug hole. Another weak orgasm escapes Keith, and he can't believe he has it in him to actually come again just by being filled, clenching down on that big cock even tighter, pussy constantly dripping like a leaking faucet.
He groans as Lance snarls, begins to fill him up, pumping him full of hot, runny cum, grinding his thickening knot in deeper and covering his cock in their spend.
"Good mate," Lance rubs big hands up and down his bloated stomach possessively as if imagining it filled with his pups and not his thick seed. Keith giggles, delirious, the fur on Lance's body tickling him. Behind him, Lance huffs out a familiar laugh-like sound, nibbling lightly at Keith's shoulder, and he moves his head to the side, exposing the length of it to give Lance more access to.
Lance starts nosing at his neck, licking at a certain spot. "I love you Keith," he breathes out, almost apologetic and Keith knows what he wants. There's a faded mark already there anyhow.
"Do it," Keith whispers out, laying a tired kiss to the side of the wolf's snout. He keeps kissing along coarse brown fur. "Bite me. Claim me. I'm yours."
He gasps when Lance bites down on his shoulder, hard, until it bleeds. He whimpers, weak, hands clenching tightly around the strong arms wrapped possessively around his bulging stomach.
Fucking finally, Keith thinks, before his eyes roll to the back of head and he passes out, body seizing to the feeling of being claimed and bred.
—
That isn't the end of it though, because when Keith wakes back up, unsure how much time exactly had passed, he's been flipped back on his front, this time pinned completely flat on the bed. Lance's whole furry body cages his smaller one in, pressing along the entire length of his sweaty back, growling dirty things under his breath.
Keith barely catches it, but hears a faint "fuck yeah" and "pussy squeezing me so tight" being growled into the back of his sweaty neck.
He whines, helpless when his body fully begins to register his boyfriend selfishly humping away behind Keith's prone and barely conscious form. His cock is still a solid piston plowing away at the satin like give of his sore cunt, soft ass clapping loudly against Lance's hard groin.
He's conscious for about fifteen seconds of frantic, uncontrolled fucking before he passes out, again, when he feels Lance's big knot pop inside his hole, filling up his already bloated insides with another fresh wave of balmy seed.
A little after that he wakes up on his back, legs spread wide open while his boyfriend's snout rests between them, tongue fucking his hot and ruined cunt like his pussy's the only meal he's had in weeks.
He's way passed the border of oversensitivity at that point, hole fucked open and licked raw. His hands, weak as they may be, fly down to push at Lance's furry head, but the wolf either doesn't notice or doesn't care, just continues to eat him out like he's fucking starving and Keith's tight puss is a silver platter of the finest dish man has ever created.
And he's truly too weak to do anything about it, completely at Lance's mercy, his hands instead clenching around brown fur as an anchor to keep him somewhat grounded in reality.
Lance growls at the feeling of his fur being pulled and the vibrations force a gush of fresh pussy juices to squirt out, caught quickly by his rough and eager tongue.
At the taste of it Lance growls in approval, claws tightening around Keith's thighs as he pulls him closer, forcibly fucking his tongue deeper. Keith's body lights up in oversensitivity but he'd be lying through his teeth if he said it didn't feel so fucking good.
"Good boy. Good boy — Lance, feels s'fucking good."
As if the praise encourages him, he begins slurping at the delicious taste, messily drinking up Keith's slick like nectar and he's been parched for a damn drink, eager to make his mate feel good.
"Yes, yes! — Uhhh, oh ffuck— oh shit I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come—" Keith throws his head back with a choked out yell, eyes clenched shut, thighs squeezing and trembling around Lance's giant furry head with violent orgasmic shakes while the wet muscle continues to flex and fuck inside of him.
Eventually, he loses consciousness once more to the feeling of Lance's tongue twisting and shoving its way in and out of his hole with lewd, damp sounds, indulging, tail wagging and thumping against the bed.
—
When Keith wakes up, hours later to the warmth of the morning sun filtering through their blinds, he's lying on his side.
Lance's human form spoons him from behind, arms wrapped tightly around Keith's sore body. He's snoring, obnoxiously loud, in Keith's ear, the way he usually does after a long, heated night of full moon induced fucking.
Keith rolls his eyes. If he had any strength left in him he'd smother his boyfriend's face quiet with a pillow to wake him up and make him clean the drying cum all over his body because, Jesus, it somehow managed to get in his hair too.
He flushes, biting his lip when he moves his aching hips and feels how full he still is. Thick cum leaks out of his pussy, a pool of it collecting beneath him.
At some point he had lost track of how many times he had passed out and woken up to a knot or tongue shoved inside the depths of his cunt.
And honestly, he doesn't remember it, but he thinks that at some point Lance had to have fucked his mouth too, because when he wakes his throat feels so damn sore, voice scratchy, like he smoked a pack of cigarettes before screaming at a concert for four hours straight.
It's a familiar enough feeling that Keith knows well though, something that happens only after getting his throat brutally fucked. He swallows, smacking and licking at his lips, the familiar taste of cum faint but it's there.
Keith honestly feels like he's been hit by a truck, and he's sure he looks the part too. He's sure there's bruises littering his body, possibly slight scrapes where Lance's claws dug into his pale skin. He's also very sure that when his sweet, sweet boyfriend wakes he'll wipe and bathe him down while apologizing profusely for "pushing Keith too far" (there is no such thing).
Because, truthfully, he feels happier now, and hopes his boyfriend feels the same. And after two months of missing him, his heart, and hole, are finally full.