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“This was the best idea I’ve had in awhile, don’t you think Kitten?” Lance asked. “I really hope you’re enjoying your birthday present.”
Lance’s queries were met with slight gurgling. He grinned as he looked over at his boyfriend laid out before him. Bent over on his knees on the padded floor, hands bound together in his favorite leather cuffs with a rope connecting them to the hook in the floor beneath Keith. Blindfolded, his favorite blue ball gag stretching his mouth open, and the cameras live feeding Keith enjoying his new present to all their viewers from various angles.
And a brand new fuck machine, suctioned to the floor and thrusting an oversized dildo into his trussed up boyfriends ass. Keith’s tail was kept lifted up and out of the way, locked into the back of the collar around his neck in order to keep his hole exposed for the toy and the camera. Lance could see from his vantage point on the couch the lube and Lance’s own blue cum shining and smearing in the purple fur between and on Keith’s ass cheeks. Lance hadn’t been able to hold himself back, and prep had ended with Lance fucking Keith on his hands and knees. He had shrunk his dick just enough that Keith would feel it pounding into him and he would get a stretch, but not big enough that his hole would still be tight enough for the massive silicone toy that was currently stuffing Keith's ass and dragging such delicious whimpers from him.
“What a beautiful sight you make.” Lance hummed appreciatively, licking his lips. The Altean pushed a vibrating dildo into his pussy while stroking his leaking cock with his other hand as he watched Keith writhe and moan in pleasure on the floor. Lance hooked his ankles nto the edge of the couch and spread his legs wide, making sure the camera caught the pink toy as it was pulled and pushed into his body in time to the toy fucking into Keith. Lance moaned, shifting his hips back and forth as he hit his own sweet spot, the vibrations of the toy sparking along his lips and up his cock. A low burn settled in his gut, but he wanted more. He wanted to be lit on fire, searing him inside and out.
“What do you say we turn this up again?” Lance asked, letting go of his dick to reach for the remote with his cum covered hand. His ears perked as he heard the answering one snap of fingers and grinned.
Picking up the remote, Lance flicked the speed dial up. A muffled moan came from Keith as the machine responded, the humming pistons shoving the toy into him faster. Lance could see the muscles in Keith twitching with pleasure, could imagine Keith's pretty purple eyes rolling back into his head behind the silk as he lost himself to the mercy of the toy he was attached to. Lance watched as Keith bounced forward and backward, his flushed purple cock bobbing between the Galra's spread thighs with each thrust, restrained from coming by the band fit snugly around the base. Small beads of precum drooled and dropped off the red tapered head.
"Fuck that's better." Lance said as he dropped the remote beside him and fisted his cock again.
Lance tilted his head back against the couch as he matched the speed of the machine with the dildo inside him. His toes curled as pleasure sparked up and down his body. The sounds of the machine pumping, the squelching of lube and cum from the both of them, and Keith's whimpering had Lance right on the precipice. He had been edging them both for awhile now, and he didn't think he could stop himself from coming at least once now if he tried.
"Fuck, Keith, baby, my Kitten…" Lance pleaded breathlessly, nearly forgetting Keith’s playtime moniker. "I'm almost there. Can I go faster?"
The one snap had Lance flailing for the remote blindly, his face still turned up and eyes closed tight. He flicked the dial again once he found it, not knowing how high he turned it. The machine responded instantly, whirring faster and making Keith shriek around the gag. Lance paused, listening for the sign that he had gone too far. But no double snap came, only Keith's gurgles of pleasure reached Lance's pointed ears.
Permission given, Lance lost himself into driving the toy into his pussy faster and harder. He let go of his cock, letting it flop sloppily onto his belly, and used the free hand to lift his leg up, stretching himself open wider for not only himself but their audience. His mouth dropped open as he moaned desperately.
This, this was what he needed. The rapid build-up, the toe-curling pleasure that lit his body on fire. Lance arched his back, head thunking against the wall behind him as his body seized up. He cried and shuddered as his orgasm burst through him, thick blue cum spilling out his pussy stretched around the dildo he pumped into himself rapidly.
"Fuck! Fuck Keith!" Lance cried for his boyfriend through the spasms that racked his body.
Lance flicked the vibrations off but left the toy buried in his sopping wet hole as he shuddered and shook, breathing heavily and coming slowly back to himself after such an intense orgasm. The other noises in the room slowly filtered back into his hearing, the machine still fucking into Keith, but now also the rapid tapping of Keith's foot against the floor.
"Shit!" Lance exclaimed as Keith's signal to slow the machine down registered in his blissed out brain and he snatched the remote up in slippery hands, fumbling with the dial first before he was able to turn the speed down to a leisurely, soft pace.
"I'm so sorry baby!" Lance apologized, finally popping the toy out of his body with a grunt and slipping off the couch to kneel next to Keith. He could see tears staining the cloth and tracking down the fur on Keith’s face, his boyfriend hiccuping around the gag. Lance reached for the gag and popped it out of Keith's mouth, letting it hang around his neck next to the collar.
Keith panted heavily, flexing his jaw to loosen the stretched muscles.
"You good?" Lance checked in, worried as always about his boyfriend. While Galra were resilient and had a frightening amount of tolerance and endurance, it never stopped Lance from fretting when they played. He played it cool while the cameras were on, but after they were off and Keith was completely untied, he turned into a mother hen doting on her chick.
"Everything’s fine, Master." Keith responded accordingly.
Lance smiled, slipping back into his role with Keith's affirmation, the worry wart portion of his brain settling back into place. He scratched his short nails through the wet fur on Keith's cheek with his clean hand and bent down to kiss his hunched over boyfriend lightly, briefly, before pulling back.
"How about we get you more comfortable then, hmm?"
Keith made a soft inquiring noise, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion under the blindfold. Lance just grinned and moved to Keith's side, reaching between his slowly shifting hips to grasp Keith's angrily flushed cock. Keith gasped, rocking his hips a little faster, probably thinking Lance would take pity on him and jack him off with the toy pounding inside him. Lance simply thumbed at the cock ring, tracing a finger around the crease between it’s edge and Keith’s flesh. When he felt Keith shiver, Lance slid the ring off, freeing Keith’s twitching dick. He stood up, smacked Keith’s soaked ass cheek and moved over to the couch he had abandoned.
“Master?” Keith asked.
“Don’t worry my Kitten, I’ll be right back. I’m just getting a few things to make this present even better. You’ve been such a good boy, so you deserve a reward.”
“But Master, you’ve already given me so much tonight. I don’t need anything more than this.”
“So, are you saying my Kitten doesn’t want his cream?” Lance asked, knowing without a shadow of a doubt what Keith’s answer would be. “That really hurts my feelings, you know.”
He leisurely moved about, picking the remote up in his cum covered hand and moved over to the cabinet that held more of the smaller toys, making sure his retreating footsteps could be heard. Keith knew Lance would never leave him like that, but that was fun in the game. The pretend, the what-if.
“No, Master, wait please! I do! I do want my cream.” Lance grinned and opened the cabinet to the sounds of Keith’s desperate pleading. “I’m sorry, please don’t leave! I was being selfish, I wasn’t thinking about your feelings. I’m sorry, so sorry! Come back Master!”
Lance chose a light blue egg shaped item and walked back to Keith, settling down on his knees before his beautiful Kitten,
“It’s okay, Kitten. There, there.” Lance soothed, petting Keith’s cheeks, smearing the cum on his one hand with the fresh tear tracks. “I won’t ever leave you, I promise.” Keith hiccuped and gulped in a lungful of air, trying to calm himself down. Lance leaned down and gently kissed Keith, putting as much love and reassurance into it as he could. He pulled back but kept his face close, their mouths hidden behind Lance’s hands.
“You okay?” He whispered, so low the cameras would never catch it and break the illusion they were creating for their viewers.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Really. Green, Lance.” Keith answered just as quietly. Lance let out a sigh of relief, his breath ghosting over Keith’s lips.
“I love you.” Lance whispered.
“I love you too.” Keith said back. Lance smiled and nudged their noses together gently. Truth be told, sometimes seeing Keith cry for things other than a harsh spanking unnerved Lance. Crying from pain was one thing, but crying from something emotional was completely different. Lance had kept quiet about it, as Keith seemed to really enjoy it and benefit from the release. But maybe it would be time to address that specific topic. After they were done, the cameras were off, they had been cleaned up and Lance could wrap Keith up in his favorite fluffy blanket. Take care of Keith first, then himself. For now, he had Keith’s approval, and a scene to finish.
Lance pulled back and then reached out for the nearest camera, shifting it so that Lance’s full body would also be in frame with Keith’s bent over upper half.
“Okay Kitten, I do forgive you for not thinking of me.” Lance said as he rose up on his knees. He reached down between his own legs and gasped as he pushed it into his sloppy hole, letting the tail dangle out. “I know you’ve had a stressful day and may have forgotten your primary duties. I’ll just have to give you a small reprimand, to remind you of your manners.”
“Yes Master.” Keith said, his breathing picking up as he also slipped back into his role. “I’m sorry, I won’t forget again. Please give me my punishment.”
Lance chuckled darkly, picking up the machine's remote and shutting it off. Keith made a startled whine and tried shifting backwards to sink back onto the toy as it completely removed itself from his body.
“Master?” Keith questioned, and Lance could hear the undertone of actual curiosity. Lance patted Keith’s cheek gently and stood up, moving around to the machine and popping the dildo off.
“I think this needs an…upgrade, you might say.” Lance drawled conversationally. He knew Keith caught the keyword when he nodded quickly.
“Yes, Master, I agree.”
Lance’s grin grew wider as he rifled through the box of attachable dildo’s for the machine, and chose the largest they bought. Easily thicker than Lance’s forearm, long and curved and ribbed, Lance had bought this one as an extra surprise for Keith. It was known that Keith was an absolute size queen, and they had spent quite a few streams trying out different sizes and lengths to see which got the best reactions out of him. This would be the biggest Keith had ever taken so far. Lance's dick twitched as he fixed the new toy to the piston and lubed it up.
“I hope my Kitten is ready for his new toy.”
At Keith’s assent, Lance set the machine on to the absolute lowest setting and moved to spread Keith’s cheeks. He held them open as wide as they could get, exposing the slicked up and stretched hole. Slowly the dildo pressed forward and Keith sucked in a breath when the large tip touched his rim. The slightly tapered head poked inside the ring of muscle, making Keith whine.
“Breathe, Kitten…” Lance coaxed as the tip disappeared and the thick shaft started to enter, spreading Keith impossibly wide, causing Keith to inhale sharply and rapidly.
“Fuck, fuck! Oh Gods !” Keith shouted as the ridges then began to slowly push in, popping into his tight hole. There were very, very few things that could make Keith disobey the ‘Kitten cannot curse during playtime’ rule, and being split open on an oversized dick was at the top of the list. Lance dared not look away from the machine that was fucking his boyfriend open, just in case , but he knew Keith’s head would be thrown back, collared neck on display as he whailed and screamed. Lance listened for the Full Stop signal, but as the last ridge on the dildo disappeared into Keith’s body, none came. Only the harsh pants and small whimpers from Keith met his ears.
“You okay, Kitten?” Lance checked in, picking up the remote and shutting it off, leaving the toy stuck inside Keith, letting him get used to it’s girth before they continued.
“Ye-yes.” Keith responded weakly, his head now hanging down, his shoulders shaking with the heavy breaths he was taking, and his body trembling. “Yes, Master.”
Lance rubbed soothing circles over the sticky fur on Keith’s ass cheeks. “How does your new toy feel?”
“So… so good Master. Nnng…thick… I’m so full …” Clearly higher brain function was starting to fail Keith, but Lance could understand that. Thank the Ancestors for battle-hardened, resilient Galran bodies.
“No pain?” Lance held his breath in anticipation.
“None! Ab-absolutely none.” Keith said, and Lance let out the breath he’d been holding.
“And what do you say for your newest present?” Lance continued.
“ Thank you ! Th-thank you Master! Please fu-fuck me with it!” Keith whined, shifting his body now that it had become accustomed to the thickness, pleading for more.
“In a moment, my Kitten. You have one more job to do.”
Keith made a slightly gurgled inquisitive noise as Lance moved back to kneeling in front of Keith. He reached back between his legs and clicked the egg on, moaning low in his throat as the vibrations sent tingles of pleasure up his spine. Lance then grabbed his cock, stroked it twice, and pointed it towards Keith’s face.
“Open wide, and don’t move. You can make sounds, but no movement.”
Keith vocalized his understanding and obediently opened his mouth wide. Lance grinned and shifted forward, shivering at the vibrations inside him and the sight of his boyfriend splayed out before him. He guided his cock to Keith’s lips, teasing them both as he slowly and gently traced the outline of Keith’s mouth with the leaking head. Lanced counted how many circles he made before Keith couldn’t help himself and flicked his tongue out over the head, catching a small bead of blue liquid before darting back in to swallow his stolen taste.
“Naughty Kitten. Has your new toy made you forget your orders that quickly?” Lance clicked the remote, and the machine whired to life, pulling the toy slowly back out of Keith.
“No, Master! I’m sorry!” Keith pleaded.
“Oh, don’t be afraid Kitten. I’m not going to stop fucking you with it. Not after all the prep and work to get it into you. But I will count that as a punishment for next time. Do you understand?”
Keith moaned loudly as the toy pushed back in, starting a cycle of slowing fucking him. “Yes, y-yes I understand.”
“That’s my good boy.” Lance purred, then reached down to slide his hand into Keith’s hair and grip the strands. “Now, don’t make me repeat myself again. Stay still. ”
At Keith’s agreement, Lance pushed the tip of his cock against his lips again. Keith obediently opened his mouth and moaned in happiness as Lance finally pushed his aching cock inside, and he was deliciously stuffed from both sides. Lance moaned as well as he was engulfed in the wet, glorious heat that was Keith’s mouth. And when he commanded Keith to move only once, to close his lips around the flesh, it only got better.
Lance set a slow pace, moving in time with the machine, pulling and pushing back in when it did. Keith moaned and whined and drooled all over Lance’s dick, and Lance fared no better, losing himself in the feeling of Keith on him and the egg vibrating inside him. He knew it would be impossible for either of them to last much longer.
“Kitten, may I turn up the speed?” Lance barely restrained himself from turning the question into a plea.
Keith moaned and snapped his fingers once. Lance smiled and paused his movements, keeping his cock inside Keith’s mouth as he reached for the remote. He flicked the speed dial up, and the machine responded instantaneously, plunging the thick cock into Keith at a faster rate. Keith’s reaction was immediate, squealing, his body lurching forward not of his own volition but by the force of the toy fucking into him. His mouth slipped down Lance’s cock further and back up with the motion, the head of Lance’s cock bumping into the back of Keith’s throat.
Lance bite his lip hard , both to keep from coming right then and there, and from ignoring his own no cursing rule during playtime rule. At least out loud. Inside his head was a litany of curse words in every language he knew as he bent over Keith’s head slightly while his boyfriend was shoved on and off his cock. He squeezed his eyes shut and regained his balance, but very little control of his body. He was right there , just on the precipice of coming, and from the sounds coming from Keith, he was too.
Taking a fim hold of Keith’s hair in one hand, Lance hauled back and slammed his hips into Keith’s eager mouth. Both moaned over the stimulation as Lance set a pounding pace, still in time with the toy. Lance opened his eyes, looking down at the mess his boyfriend was becoming, drool and blue cum dripping out his mouth, coating his chin where it bumped against Lance’s lips, more fresh tears trailing down his cheeks and soaking the blindfold. It was a beautiful sight, and it sent Lance over his edge. He threw his head back, eyes closed tight and mouth dropping open on a long, loud moan as he came, spurting blue deep into Keith’s mouth, down his throat, and dripping down Lance’s own inner thighs.
He pulled out and shut the egg off after quickly pulling it out with one hand, the other still wrapped in Keith’s hair. And he wasn’t so far gone that he didn’t hear Keith’s whimpers getting higher, pleading for more please now that his mouth was free. It only took seconds longer than Lance for Keith to reach his peak though, crying and shaking apart as he came, splashing thick white cum between his own thighs and onto the floor beneath him, completely untouched by Lance save for the hand in his hair.
Lance flicked the speed dial down immediately, letting it retreat from Keith’s abused hole before turning it off. Once it was free of Keith’s body, he collapsed onto the floor, still bound but breathing heavily. Lance made quick work of freeing his hands and tail, maneuvering Keith so that he could lay more comfortably on his side as he basked in the high of subspace. Lance knew Keith would come back to himself shortly, and so he busied himself with quietly addressing their viewers, thanking them for their patronage, and letting them know they would be live streaming a Q and A session the next day for their viewers that were newer to them streaming and to the world of BDSM. It was important to both Keith and Lance that they help others understand what they did and how to do it safely. They loved using their playtimes as teachable moments for newer members, and it also helped Lance and Keith connect with each other after a session.
Lance was already getting questions over chat about why he was leaving Keith alone after. Lance quietly and quickly explained that Keith preferred not to be touched right after such an intense orgasm and when he was in the floaty head space, and that they would explain it further the next day. He closed down the stream, shut off the equipment, and went about tidying up both himself and the room while Keith purred in a puddle of happy Galra.
“Lance?” Keith slurred sometime later, sluggishly moving his head around to look for his boyfriend. Lance left organizing the toy cabinet and sat down next to Keith. He gingerly touched Keith’s cheek, and smiled at the increased purr he received.
“Hey darling, how’re you doing?” He asked quietly.
Keith stretched languidly and rested his head in Lance’s lap, nudging his hand, indicating he wanted petting. Lance obliged, running his fingers gently through Keith’s sweaty locks.
“Sore and sticky.” He mumbled, his voice rumbling with the purring.
“Not too sore I hope?” Lance asked, his stomach churning with worry.
“No…” Keith reassured him. “Pleasant sore. Sitting will be fun tomorrow though.”
‘Mm…” Lance agreed. “Are you okay if I pick you up and get you cleaned and smothered in healing cream then, or do you need to lay for a bit longer?”
Keith snorted a small laugh and shook his head lightly. “No, I’m fine now. You can pick me up and pamper me.”
“Hey, I’ll have you know this is top-of-the-line pampering you’re getting here.” Lance scoffed as he rose to his feet, then turned around and scooped up his gooey boyfriend.
“Mm, I know. And I appreciate it.” Keith said as he slung his arms around Lance’s neck. He rested his head against Lance’s shoulder and purred in contentment. “So shower, cream, and snuggling?”
“Yup. And food and water. I’m gonna blanket burrito you and order something to eat. I don’t have the mental energy to cook.”
Keith pressed a smiling kiss onto Lance’s shoulder. “Thank you. I love you.”
Lance smiled back and kissed Keith’s forehead. “I love you too.”