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NSFW quench the thirst

BECAUSE I’M ALWAYS THIRSTY FOR SMUT
cw for xeno, kink list, canon ship prefs

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[Seeing Allura blush is always a treat. Too often is she forced to present herself as some stoic leader, completely in control of the things around her, even as it's all going to shit. Meanwhile, underneath all of that, she is just like the rest of them. Too young to be leading a galaxy wide war against an ancient evil.

If he can make her forget about all of that crazy shit, just for tonight, then no matter what happens, it will be a success to him.

Feeling Allura's hand on his cheek, he leans into the touch, into her kiss. It eases some of the anxious energy out. Helps him relax more into the bed. When she voices her agreement that yes, kissing him is great and amazing, he smiles into the next kiss, returning it eagerly. While he keeps one hand firmly on her hip, the other slides down along her thigh, moving until it finds the edge of her nightgown so it can slip underneath and feel Allura's warm skin.

Lance trails his fingertips back up, brushing them over the back of her thigh. That smile morphs into a grin as he gently nips Allura's bottom lip, right as that wandering hand squeezes at her actual bottom.]

He’s warm, and for such a lithe, lanky boy, he’s soft, pliable beneath her. She can feel the way he melts beneath her, relaxing into the plush comforter, and she relaxes in turn, sighing into her second kiss as he eagerly responds in turn.

Her lips part, tongue trying to tempt him to do the same, and for now it’s still no different than when they’d fool around during those rare moments of downtime. It’s easy, his hand on her hip, his mouth hot against hers.

She feels herself shudder as his other hand begins to wander, raising bumps of skin Earthlings would call “goosebumps” at the base of her neck in anticipation. But even if this is like him— and it is oh so like him— the nip has her gasping against him in surprise, and she pulls back when his hand grips her bottom.]

Lance!

[There’s a warning tone, but playful and laced with a bit of breathlessness from the kiss. In response, she backs ~~that ass~~ up into his touch, reaching up to tug gently at the base of his hairline to expose his neck to her.

She kisses him at the juncture where his jawline meets his ear, rasping her tongue at the shell of his ear. It's an erogenous zone for Alteans; she still isn't sure if the same can be said for humans but even still, she worries his earlobe gently between her teeth, before continuing onward. She can be forward too, after all, and her kisses begin to trail down his neckline, to the exposed skin of his collarbone, then to V of his chest that peeks out from his bathrobe.

Brushing part of his robe aside, she can feel her temperature steadily running hotter, blushing more fervently, her markings further along her body no doubt luminous and warm to the touch, but she follows through with it, taking a chance and brushing his robe aside even more, kissing his chest, thumb experimentally circling his nipple, her gauging for a reaction.]

[There's no stopping the breathy little laugh that escapes his lungs when she says his name. He's always enjoyed the way it sounds, no matter what kind of tone it's in. With her accent it becomes unique, with no one able to ever match the exact pronunciation she gives it.

Just as he feels her moving back into his touch, she's grabbing his hair and he all too willingly follows where she moves him. There's no denying that he definitely has a thing for her ability to more than easily manhandle him. Or would womanhandle be more appropriate? Whatever way it should be, he is one hundred percent for it. All of those thoughts come to a halt when he feels her lips back on his skin.

Lance tilts his head even more, giving her as much easy access to his neck as he can give. While he might not be as turned on as an Altean where ears are concerned, it is still a sensitive place. His eyelids begin to close as she moves down his neck. There it is definitely a bit more sensitive and he responds by sliding his other hand, the one not on her beautiful ass, up along her spine. It pauses when his fingers brush over a mark, surprised by how warm it feels.

Glancing down he catches the soft glow of the parts peaking out from her gown, and wow. Opening his mouth, he's about to comment on how he can't wait to see all of those beautiful, vibrant markings in their full glory, but he's surprised by the sudden pleasant tingling coming from his chest. His breath catches in his throat, and he eyes look up to meet hers, heat flushing across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.]

Hitting my weak points right out the gate, huh? Have you been taking secret anatomy lessons without me?

Am I? [She plays innocent, looking up at him with wide eyes, cheek markings still aglow and the tips of her ears a brilliant red. She thumbs his nipple again, then pinching it and tugging gently.] I may have...looked around online for a few pointers...

[It’s embarassing, admitting to that, but she didn’t want to go into this blind to the human body. And Pidge had connected the Castle servers to Earth’s so her brother could catch up on some show...]

I have seen some videos... [She trails off, shyly, heat still radiating off her, shuddering a bit at his hand trailing along her spine.

Sitting up, the skirt of her nightgown bunching between them, she sits flush against him, undergarments already damp with arousal. She begins to undo the knot of his robe.]

But tell me...what else do you like?

[As she continues to play with his chest, Lance finds himself unable to stop from shifting under her. The sensation is both pleasant and a bit weird. A good weird though, he thinks. Already he can feel heat coursing down to gather in his groin, blood following along and making his briefs a bit uncomfortable.

He can feel the warmth of her resting against him, and he wonders if she can feel the way her touches and words are beginning to affect him. Knowing she took the time to research him, and how a human works is both touching, and really arousing. He's also glad he did the same for her.]

I'm almost more tempted to ask about what you saw in those videos, but you know me. Little bit of attention hog. so talking about what I would like? [The red stain on his cheeks grows darker, spreading down towards his neck as he tries not to stumble around his next set of words.] I would really like to see you without your night gown.

[She can feel him now that she's sitting on him. It isn't an unfamiliar sensation; certainly she's felt it once or twice during their more 'hot-and-heavy' makeout sessions (as humans like to call it, apparently) when he's gotten a bit too excited. But now all she can think of is what she's seen in the videos, how alike and unlike humans are to Alteans, and now she shifts a bit in his lap, taking a tick to adjust the skirt of her nightgown so she can feel more of his hardening length beneath her.

And when she does, she feels her insides dipping, markings no doubt glowing an even brighter pink as Lance's blush appears to darken and spread.

In the past, she'd have no doubt kicked his ass for saying that. But now, she appears nervous, giddy, and ancients she may be a take charge sort of girl who likes exuding confidence the reality of seeing each other naked for the first time is...nerve-wracking.

Exciting, and the pit of her stomach does a somersault with anticipation but--]

Of course you would. [She's trying to sound coy, voice low, trying to tease him, but it comes out with a bit of a stutter. But she finds purchase in looking down at him as she bundles up the skirt of her nightgown, shifting against him again as she pulls it up and off her.

Slowly not for the sake of aniticpation, but because she doesn't want to get stuck taking it off while distracted by a thousand other things.

She's wearing what looks like a bralette. A blue, lacy thing that matches her undergarments because how much more obvious does she have to be that she's been planning this? Her markings, glowing vibrantly now, are indeed everywhere, sweeping geometric patterns along her arms, tracing her collarbone, the cut of her stomach, trailing down below her belly button in what could only be described as an Altean 'happy trail.'

She knows he thinks her gorgeous, but that doesn't stop her from looking nervously down at him.]

You...better take off your robe as well.

[Everytime she shifts above him, Lance has to bite back all the little sounds itching to slip from his throat. His pulse begins to race as he watches her undress, blue eyes following one spiraling mark to the next, as each inch of Allura's body is slowly revealed to him.

Lance doesn't even hear her at first, his mind too busy trying to commit every bit of her glowing beauty to memory. Finally, something kicks at the back of his mind that Allura was speaking and he gives a slight shake of his head to shake away the daze.]

Sorry, what was that? I was, uh, heh... I was too busy checking you out, cause, wow. You're... Gosh, you're...

[And he is actually at a loss at what to say for once. Lance just blinks up at her, smiling one of his big, almost goofy, but loving smiles.]

[That goofy smile of his is perhaps forever ingrained as her first impression on him. Second to the unseemliness of his round ears. She smiles back down at him in turn, leaning forward to cup his face between her hands, and she kisses him.

Then pulls back and smushes his face a little between her hands. Not that his unsaid compliments aren’t appreciated but...]

Disrobe, please.

[His smile lingers as she kisses him, and then he laughs when her hands squish his face.]

Gotcha, gotcha, don't gotta tell me twi-er, three times!

[Lance pulls his hands away from Allura's body, and he sits up a bit to finish the work she he started. Undoing the knot, he let's the soft, loose robe slip off his shoulders, revealing his bare chest. Sure, he's not super, macho buff like Shiro, but all their training and fighting the Galra have given him some muscles. Something he's rather proud of.

With Allura still on his lap, he can't fully remove the robe without tugging it out from under her. Debating for a second or two on how to best remove the rest of it, he decides on a course of action.

Which is to roll over and gently push Allura onto the bed. Now it's his turn to straddle her and take the lead for a bit. The rest of the robe slips off his back easily, and he leans in to kiss her.]

Tell me, Princess. What do you like?

[His physique is similar to what she'd have found attractive in an Altean; lean and limber, well toned from fighting, and as he undoes the knot of his robe and as it slips off his shoulders, she takes her time admiring him, fingers trailing along his warm, dark skin. She splays her palms over his chest, trailing them under, marveling at how remarkably smooth and unmarked humans are. Sure, she's seen him shirtless before, but in this more intimate setting it's...

Different.]

You are--

[She's about to say something when he takes her slightly by surprise by turning the tables on her being distracted by him, rolling her over into the plush comfort of her bed. There's a small sound of surprise, a gasp, and then a small peal of laughter, hands moving to his shoulders and sliding down his back to help him officially disrobe.

Her heart is pounding in her chest, and there's the temptation to simply muscle him into being beneath her once more, but she instead kisses him back, hands cradling the back of his head.]

I like you touching me. And, when you kiss me, so... [She untangles her fingers from his hair, and heart still pounding, her glowing markings pulsing in tandem, she moves her hands between them and unhooks the front of her bra. She'll leave it to him to finish the rest.] ...do that...here?

[Any chance Lance gets to hear Allura laugh is a magical one. These days it feels as though there are never enough opportunities to just breathe, and laugh about something. Especially for her. While they all share various responsibilities, Allura always seems to have so much more on her plate than he ever does.

The feeling of her fingers in his hair draws him back out from his thoughts, and he grins excitedly as she brings them back down to herself. As she unhooks her bra, his breath catches in his throat. He was finally, finally going to get to touch her in the place he's been dying to since they started this thing between them. There's a nervous shaking to his hands as he moves them to push the thin, lacy material out of the way.]

Oh, wow...

[The words are out before he can stop himself, and it's as though he didn't even hear himself as his focus is entirely on Allura's chest. When his fingers brush over the warm, soft skin of her breasts, he finally exhales the air trapped in his lungs. Lance is gentle at first, his touches exploratory and curious. For all the game he's talked up in the past, he's never really gotten past making out with someone, with touching happening over clothing. And never with someone he cared about as deeply as Allura.

All his crushes and relationships during his school years seem so silly, and childish compared to the depths of his emotions for the Altean warrior.

Running a thumb over a nipple, he adds more pressure to his touches, giving her breasts an experimental squeeze. For a moment or two he's rather entranced by that, watching how they easily give to his touch, the way her darker skin looks against his own, and how those mesmerizing markings begin to glow almost in time to a beat.

It's hard to look away, but he remembers she wants to feel his mouth there too. Leaning in he kisses her lips almost chastely, before moving down her neck. He nips, and sucks at her skin along the way, enjoying any noises she'll give up to him. As he kisses her collarbone, he gives another squeeze to her chest, before brushing his lips against a breast, kissing at it softly.

Here he's running more on things he's heard, or read, or seen, than actual experience. Articles in silly sexy type blogs, or stuff he's overheard girls whisper about in hallways at school. And of course porn. More than anything he wants this to be great for her. So, he swallows back some of his own uncertainty and runs hos tongue over a nipple, before taking it into his mouth to suck on it.]

[She's never gotten quite this far with someone herself. It's always been touching over clothing, or if daring, under clothing, tucked away in secret during parties or quiet rendezvous. Not that she wasn't allowed this when times were more peaceful, she's just always been busy, and never quite willing to give herself over to someone.

Of course, now she realizes it's not giving yourself to someone, but that it's something else entirely. And she will always look to this relationship with fondness.

So she has little to go by as he pushes her bra aside, heart now hammering as he looks at her laid bare, and she can't help but let out a small nervous laugh as he stares, only to cut herself off with a shuddering breath as his fingers touch bare, overly sensitive skin. Her nipples are already hard from arousal, and as he touches her, squeezes her, she shifts a bit beneath him, feeling herself growing hard against her damp underwear. When she kisses him back, it's of a delayed response, mesmerized and nervous with anticipation, and her insides tense pleasantly as he moves down, the warmth of his mouth finally at her breast drawing another another, almost rumbling, sound.

Her fingers card through his hair, and she can already feel herself growing ready to move things further along, drawing her knees up so her feet are flat on the comforter, squeezing her thighs against his midriff encouragingly.

The pull of his mouth feels good, and her blush is already working its way down from her face to ruddy her neck and collarbone.]

Y-you can use your teeth...if you like. Or, um-- [She likes taking the lead, so it's hard to not say what he should do. But it's also hard to say what she wants because it's embarrassing.] touch yourself?

[Quiznak is she making any sense??]

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