"That's not a good idea, Pidge." Lance pouts, crossing his arms. "Plus, I wanna be the person buying him stuff! That's a site to find people to buy stuff for you." He sighs.
Pidge rolls her eyes, continuing to scroll through some random "find a daddy" website. "If I, like, hack into the website to find what you want it won't take much time at all. Besides, there'll be less chance of me walking in on you with your dick in your hand." She scoffs.
"That's happened twice in the four years I've known you!" Lance says loudly, a soft blush rising on his cheeks.
"It's happened twice in the last four weeks, Lance." Pidge glares at him for a second, going back into typing furiously into her laptop. "Plus, I found someone that's looking for a sugar baby. At least, that's what he's calling it in his bio. Want me to message him for you?"
"Hell no, I'll do it!" Lance grabs her laptop, placing it between them on the light bed sheets, and starts typing, much slower than Pidge, a message.
"Hey, I see you're looking for a sugar baby? Why don't you message me so we can see if we like each other? ;)"
"Ew, lame." Pidge rolls her eyes, taking her laptop back and retying the letter.
"Rude." Lance mumbles, laying back in the fancy European "Super Caesar" mattress his parents got him on a business trip. (it's about 9 by 7 feet, it's pretty huge ;)
"Hey, love. What do you say we start talking? You're quite interesting." She types, looking bored the whole time.
"...I'll take it." Lance pouts, clicking send.
"You're hopeless." Pidge mumbles, going to Netflix to find a show.
"So are you." Lance huffs.
it actually gets smutty in this chapter
also the word cock makes me uncomfortable so you'll see dick more than not
*i read a shitty fanfic (no offense) on wattpad and they called someone's dick a 'hanging sack of meat' so like...it could be worse
Keith's phone buzzes, and he groans, shoving his face closer into his pillow. "Shiro..." He whines. "You're closer..."
"Fine, fine..." Shiro mumbles, looking away from his laptop to pick up Keith's phone and look at the notification. "It's from that sugar daddy app you downloaded. Someone messaged you, someone named Lance?"
Keith sits up frantically, almost falling off the small bed of his dorm, rushing over to the small desk and grabbing the phone out of Shiro's hand, quickly unlocking it and reading the message a few times, walking over to his bed and sitting down. "Fuck." He whispers.
"What'd he say?" Shiro turns to him in the small, creaky wooden chair, raising a brow.
"God, Shiro, he wants to pay me to fuck him." Keith blushes brightly, laying back and biting his lip.
"I asked what he said, not what he wants to do." Shiro scoffs, turning back to his laptop.
"He called me love and asked if I wanted to talk! What should I say?" Keith bites his lip, his thumbs hovering over the screen.
"God, Keith, is it too hard to type "yes, of course" or some shit? I'm trying to finish my homework." Shiro mumbles, slowly typing into his laptop. "Wait, no, it's some sugar daddy app. Say "yes, daddy" or something, right?" He trails off slightly.
"God, Shiro. I'd be the dom. I can't sub." Keith scoffs.
"Call him baby boy, it'll work." Shiro mumbles. "Trust me."
"Is Adam a little or does he just like that shit?" Keith grins.
"I mean any good sub can go into subspace, Keith." Shiro chuckles. "Takes a good dom to know what they want."
"Alright sure but does 'Of course, baby boy. How are you?' work? You should know better than I do. If it goes well I'll pay for your half of the dorm as long as you help me out." Keith sits up again, cocking a brow at him.
"Yeah, it should. And I'll do anything for you to pay that," Shiro sighs, "now let me work, dammit."
"Fine!" Keith grumbles. A few minutes more of sitting on the bed, he gets a reply and squeaks. "Oh my god! He replied!" His lips curl up into a soft smile.
"Oh my god. You reply." Shiro mumbles, closing his laptop and going to his bed, flopping down face first.
Keith huffs. "God, you're gay and in college debt, too. You should understand being broke and horny more than anyone else." He rolls his eyes, laying back onto the bed.
"Yeah, I do, you're just, like, annoying about it." He rolls his eyes.
"I remember you complaining about Adam not noticing how hard you were hitting on him, Shiro. You can't complain about me complaining." Keith rolls his eyes.
"Fine, fine. What'd Lance say, though?" Shiro rolls onto his back.
"Uh, he said he's okay, just bored...how do I reply?" Keith bites his lip, his fingers hovering over the screen.
"God, I'm a taken gay not a bot."
"What?" Keith laughs.
"I don't know. I need sleep." Shiro mumbles, turning on his side and pulling a blanket over himself.
"Should I send him nudes?" Keith asks under his breath.
"You should stop talking to me." Shiro scoffs.
"Right, right." Keith sighs softly, typing back a reply.
(I'm just gonna show the whole ass chat for a bit until one of them does something fancy other than talk to the other (i had to type this one sentence like 3 times bc i can't english) (please excuse the usernames. i can't create usernames to save my life.))
lonce: hey, love. what do you say we start talking? you're quite interesting.
kithe: of course, baby boy. how are you?
lonce: i'm good, daddy. just a bit bored.
kithe: how do you say we fix that?
lonce: of course!! how though? i can't come see you :(
kithe: we can have some fun without seeing each other, baby.
lonce: oh? ;3
kithe: of course. where are you right now?
lonce: in bed. what about you, daddy?
kithe: i can say the same. is anyone else with you?
lonce: my cat is downstairs. no one else.
kithe: do you have any toys in your room, baby boy?
lonce: yes! my bed is covered in stuffies! :D
kithe: not like that, baby boy.
kithe: the fun toys.
lonce: like this, daddy?
Keith's eyes widen and he blushes furiously, as Lance sent a picture of his lower half, a pastel yellow skirt pulled down to his knees. His dick laying against his stomach, one of his hands wrapped around a bright pink dildo, in which is pushed in to where only about two inches are still showing.
kithe: exactly, baby.
lonce. i'm imagining it's you.
kithe: are you going slow?
lonce: no, daddy. i'm going fast and hard. just like i like it.
kithe: slow down, baby. i want you to be whining.
lonce: okay, daddy. i'm going slow.
kithe: good boy.
kithe: now pull it out, and undress the rest of the way.
lonce: okay, daddy.
kithe: show me.
Lance sends another picture, this time in the mirror. One of his hands is still wrapped around the dildo, though this time at his side. Only his stomach down shows, and he's obviously hard. Keith reaches down for a second before glancing over at Shiro, biting his lip, and going into the bathroom, turning on the shower.
kithe: yes, baby boy.
kithe: now go back to your bed, and slowly fuck yourself.
lonce: okay daddy
Lance sends a short, four second video of him pushing the dildo in, humming softly. Keith quickly puts his phone down onto the counter, pulling off his pants and boxers with one pull. He bites his lip, pulling off his shirt and grabbing his phone again.
kithe: keep going slow, baby
kithe: i don't want you to cum too soon, okay?
lonce: yes daddy
lonce: can you send me a picture, too? i'm sad without it :(
kithe: of course, baby. how would you like it? ;)
lonce: i don't care!! please?
Keith bites his lip, sending a short video to Lance of him just jerking himself off.
lonce: i'm close, daddy
kithe: me too, baby.
kithe: can you hold on a bit longer for me?
lonce: no, daddy. i wanna cum.
kithe: just another minute, baby.
kithe: then you can cum.
lonce: okay :(
kithe: can you cum untouched?
lonce: no, daddy
kithe: then put the phone down and touch yourself, baby boy.
lonce: can i cum, too?
kithe: wait thirty seconds. then you can cum.
lonce: okay daddy
A minute later, after Keith rinses his hands, he picks up his phone again.
kithe: you okay, baby?
lonce: thank you, daddy
kithe: of course :)
lonce: i have to clean up now :(
Lance sends another picture, this time of his hand, lower stomach, and sheets covered in his cum. Keith bites his lip, taking a slow breath before replying.
kithe: me too. i'll talk to you later, okay?
lonce: okay daddy! :)
Chapter 3: Chapter Three
i was gonna make it longer but it's already later than usual and i'm kinda stuck :(
also, if anyone has any kinks or fetishes or anything (except knife, gun, needle, piss or shit play - i hate anything super dangerous and piss and shit play is kinda gross in my opinion. not kinkshaming it just makes me uncomfy man)
“ So how'd it go?” Pidge grins, glancing at Lance from their laptop. They were both on the bed, laying next to each other, Lance picking at his nails (which only has one acrylic nail left (his right middle finger (he uses it regularly (although he's only had it for two weeks)))), and Pidge hacking into some random website.
“We fucked.” Lance shrugs.
“What?!” Pidge shrieks, sitting up frantically.
“Well, over text…” Lance blushes brightly, reaching up and running a hand through his hair.
“Ew, that’s worse. I take it back. Let’s talk about...fucking...fucking cats. I want a cat. Matt is allergic, though, which sucks, but I might get a cat anyway.” Pidge shrugs, laying back down again.
“Honestly, Matt might move out, but I feel like that’s not a big problem to you.” Lance chuckles, flipping over onto his stomach.
“Literally not at all.” Pidge shrugs, picking up her phone to text Matt.
“Warning him already?” Lance chuckles, earning a short hum in response from Pidge.
A few hours later, after a long conversation about the right type of cat and Pidge complaining about having to leave, Lance receives a text from Keith, smiling as he reads it.
(i’m just gonna keep with the thing i did last time bc it’s easiest and i’m lazy af)
kithe: hey, baby
lonce: hey daddy :3
kithe: how are you, love?
lonce: how are you?
kithe: i’m good, baby.
kithe: what’re you up to?
lonce: nothing, really. what about you?
kithe: i’m mostly just wishing you were here :)
lonce: awe! thanks, daddy!
lonce: i wish you were here, too :(
kithe: maybe we should meet up soon?
lonce: i can’t.
lonce: i don’t know you well enough yet,,
kithe: alright, baby. can you call me, then?
This time, Keith is alone. He can make all the noise he wants - he’s in a friend’s apartment. The friend isn’t there. He’s cat-sitting today - it’s a thing.
lonce: okay, daddy
(i’m gonna do this in 3rd person limited in Keith’s POV kinda idk whatever i’m bad at words)
Keith gets a call through the app from Lance, accepting it after a few seconds. “Hey, baby.” Keith says softly, heading up to one of the spare bedrooms.
“Hi, daddy!” Lance says excitedly, laughing (okay, giggling) softly.
“Do you have your toys with you?” Keith asks softly, stepping into the room and sitting on the bed, already slowly unbuttoning his jeans.
“Yes, daddy.” Lance giggles, and Keith hears the sound of a drawer opening. “What do you want me to get?”
“Do you have anything new?” Keith asks softly, careful to be quiet while pulling off his jeans.
“Uh-huh!” Lance giggles. “I just got a new dildo. It’s, um, bigger than I thought…”
“How big?” Keith chuckles lowly, earning a soft whine from Lance. He would have laughed again, but Lance cuts him off.
“It’s, uh, almost three inches at the top, then about two the rest of the way. And I think it’s a foot long, and it has a suction cup.” Lance giggles.
“I think you should use something smaller, love.” Keith says softly, carefully pulling off his boxers.
“Like what, daddy?” Lance asks softly, and Keith can hear another draw open.
“Whatever you have that isn’t too big will work. Can’t have you underestimating me when we meet, hm?”
“I guess not.” Lance giggles, and a soft rustling is heard on Keith’s side of the call. “I have the toy, now, daddy.” Lance giggles again.
my favorite headcanon is that lance has a stutter
quick thing on stutters (not really important to the story don't worry about reading this)
t-t-t-this i-i-isn't a-a st-stutter
n-ne-neither i-is this-s, most-t o-of th-the time-me
it's, it's, it's, it's more like, more like repeating words, words, lar-larger par-part-parts of words, words, or just a-a-a-a-a few, just a few s-sounds
personally, i tend to repeat words starting with i, s, and th sounds, and the one syllable words like a, the, I, and, to, too, two, toooooooooooooo, etc. etc.
it's different between people. some only have a slight stutter, though some may take a minute or two to say something that's only about 50 words, when it should only take about half a minute to say.
please, please don't make fun of people for their stutter, unless it makes them say another word - though if they look uncomfy, or ask you to stop, stop immediately. personally, i hate when people make fun of me for it, unless i say a word wrong then it can be kinda funny. but the sun's coming up so i should probably go get ready for school (i have PE first murder me plz)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
“Ah, K-K-Keith, f-fuck-” Lance groans into the phone (which is pressed into the pillow next to him), jerking himself off and slowly thrusting the dildo in and out, arching his back.
“What was that, baby boy?” Keith growls into the phone, jerking himself off quick and rough.
“Ah, d-d-da-da-daddy, fuck...” Lance whines.
“Language, baby boy.” Keith says with a groan. “And you didn’t call me daddy. I might just have to punish you for that.”
“But...you’re not here...so I du-dunno how that would work…” Lance whines, speeding up his thrusts with the dildo slightly.
“You don’t get to cum. And you have to wear a plug tonight.” There was a slight pause. “I think?” He mumbles, earning a small laugh from Lance.
“The plug thing doesn’t do mu-much, mmnn, unless you’re here...it, it, it’ll just, ah, be un-f-f-frick, uncomfortable…” Lance stutters out.
“Alright, baby. That works.” Keith mumbles into the phone, biting his lip.
“God, daddy, I’m s-s-so-o close…” Lance whines, letting out a soft moan.
Keith hums in response, speeding up his hand even more.
“C-can I cu-cum, daddy?” Lance whines, pressing his face into the pillow.
“No, baby. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow, okay?” Keith mumbles, letting out a groan and releasing over his hand.
“Did you cum?” Lance whines, pulling his hand away and the dildo out.
“Yeah, baby. You can tomorrow, hm?” Keith looks around the room for a tissue box, licking his lips when he can’t find one. “Go get a plug, love.” He says, getting up, rolling his eyes slightly, going into the bathroom to get a damp washcloth.
“Okay, daddy…” Lance whines, slowly getting up with a slight whimper. “Wh-when ar-are you free, uhm, free tom-tomorrow…?” Lance says, pouting slightly because of his stutter.
“Uh, I only have a lecture in the morning, and I should probably work for a couple hours… so I should call you somewhere around noon, okay?” He confirms, finding a washcloth under the sink and wetting it, squeezing out the excess water.
“Okay, daddy.” Lance picks his phone up, walks over to his dresser, slowly, opening a different drawer. “What si-size?”
“Ah, um, just something small, babe. So you’re not too tired in the morning.” Keith licks his lips again, rinsing his hand before going to clean himself off.
“Oka-okay, daddy…” Lance bites his lip, going over to his bed again - slowly - and setting the phone down on his bed, grabbing the lube, putting a thin layer on the plug, and laying down on his stomach to push it in.
if anyone is interested in helping edit (bc the gods know i suck ass at it) hmu on discord my username is daddy™ and the number thing is #7657
*i'll block u immediately if ur trying to do anything other than edit for/with me tbh i don't have the mental energy for that
they seem to keep getting shorter and shorter but i seem to keep getting more and more depressed
(this is about a week after they first meet online)
(you’re not missing much tbh just them doing the fuck a lot and bad jokes)
(that’s probably canon anyway)
(they never actually meet though)
“Hey, Keith.” Shiro says as he walks into the dorm, sighing softly and laying face-first on his bed.
“What’s wrong?” Keith raises an eyebrow, looking up from his phone. (he’s also laying on his bed)
“Adam wants to go on a fancy date, but neither of us can really afford anything more fancy than, like, McDonald’s.” Shiro says, mostly into his pillow.
“...I can.” Keith grins slightly, running a hand through his mullet.
“Okay, sure.” Shiro rolls his eyes, turning onto his side.
“No, like, seriously. Lance has paid me enough, I can donate for the poor to get dinner.” He shrugs, reaching under his bed to grab his backpack and pulling out his wallet, grabbing a couple hundred dollar bills and getting up - with a slight groan, of course (he had been sitting down all day) - and handing the bills to Shiro.
“You two haven’t even met.” Shiro cocks a brow, hesitantly taking the money. “Why is he paying you so much?”
“Because I talk to him at odd hours of the night. Because I’m a good dom. I think. I hope.” He shrugs, sitting down again.
“I mean, when you decide you like someone, you’re loyal. And I’ve never seen you not respect people’s boundaries. I won’t go on, it’ll go to your head, but I can’t see how you wouldn’t.”
“You would know.” Keith snorts.
“We’re talking about you, Keith.” Shiro mumbles, his face flushing a slight red.
“Okay, but like, we’ve been talking for a week...should I see if he wants to meet?” Keith leans back against the wall, biting his lip.
“I mean...if you do, make sure it’s a public place that’ll be just busy enough that he won’t be worried. And be calm about it, start with a warm conversation. Don’t go straight into it.” Shiro says, a soft smile on his face.
“Is that how you got Adam?” Keith grins.
“No, actually - I used a more direct approach, but when I asked him we were a few months into our relationship. You’re, like, a week into yours.” Shiro shrugs. “But, yeah, it’s the general idea. Adam’s a bit stubborn, so it took some convincing, but I believe you’ll be able to do just fine.” He smiles softly. “Don’t worry. You’re an idiot, and if he likes you, he’s probably an idiot too. You’ll do fine.”
“Gee, thanks.” Keith rolls his eyes, pulling out his phone.
After a few seconds, he takes a shaky breath in.
“Okay, well, he said yes, and now I’m scared.”
lonce: hey :3
kithe: hey baby
kithe: how are you?
lonce: nervous!! :o
kithe: why’s that, babe?
lonce: i’m worried you won’t like me :(((
kithe: awe, there’s no need to worry.
kithe: i’ll love you.
lonce: !! no
kithe: yes, i will. i promise :)
lonce: can i call you?
kithe: of course.
kithe: sorry, hit send to early
kithe: i was gonna say, unless you’d want to skype.
After a few minutes, neither of them had said anything else - and Keith was starting to get worried. Lance was, too - but he was a bit too little to think about that. Another minute or two pass before Keith’s screen lights up with the “incoming call” thing from Skype (quite honestly idk what to call it). He bites his lip before accepting the call, the camera on his laptop only showing his mouth and part of his bare torso.
“Daddy?” Comes a soft voice in his earbuds, then Lance appears on the screen.
His dark, warm skin is practically glowing - contrasting against the pale pink sweater he’s wearing. He’s sitting with his legs crossed, white laced panties ever so slightly showing. Not that Keith’s looking at that, anyway. He’s more focused on Lance’s face - a hesitant smile on his lips, his eyes are bright, even though they’re a dark blue. He has good lighting both in front and behind him, which makes him seem to glow even more. “Is dat you?” He asks softly.
“It’s me, baby.” Keith breathes out, tilting the camera to show his face.
Okay, so, Keith thought Lance’s voice was familiar. He didn’t know why. Until now, that is. He probably should have realized Lance was the camboy he had sort of kind of almost been stalking on that silly porn website for a few months now.
Lance squeals, his face brightening more.
That would explain the lighting, Keith thought.
“Hi, baby.” Keith smiles. “How are you?”
Lance squeaks, reaching off-camera and grabbing a stuffed bear. “Amaz-zing.” He says slowly. “Now dat you here!” He giggles, squeezing the bear.
“I’m doing pretty amazing, too, baby boy.” Keith chuckles. “So, how little are you right now?”
“I’mmmm… dis m-many!” He giggles, holding up three fingers.
“I see! No wonder you’re so giggly.” He smiles even brighter, running his fingers through his hair.
“Daddy?” Lance tilts his head.
“You’we… weally p-pretty…” Lance blushes brightly, glancing at something behind the camera before looking back down at Keith.
“Thank you, baby. You’re really pretty, too.” He chuckles, leaning forwards slightly.
“You’we pwettierrrrrr!” He says, holding the “r” - mostly so that he knows he actually pronounced it.
“But you’re the prettiest.”
“No!” Lance pouts.
“Don’t say no to me, little boy.” Keith cocks a brow. Keith never really thought of watching Lance get off - online, where he didn’t know it was Lance - as cheating. He saw it as something to get him off while Lance was at work. No strings attached.
“Sowwy, daddy.” Lance giggles.
“It’s okay, baby.” Now that Keith knew it was Lance - he felt less guilty.
“So, what’we you do-wing?” Lance tilts his head, biting his lip.
“I was just making sure everything’s in my backpack for school later.” Okay, maybe he felt more guilty.
“What cla-classes does you hhhhave?” He chews on his lip again.
“I think it’s math...or science.” Keith shrugs. A different kind of guilt, though. A worse one - since he had a feeling he’d continue to look at the photos he posts and the watch the videos and streams he makes.
“Oh nnnnnos!” Lance giggles, stuffing his face into the stuffie.
“Hm…” Keith tilts his head. “Why don’t we meet up this weekend?” He really wanted to see his face in person.
“...will we get-et playtime?” Lance blushes brightly, peeking up from the fur of the bear.
“I don’t know, baby. Depends on if you can be a good boy for me or not. Do you think you can be a good boy for daddy?” Keith’s a hypocrite.
“Yyyyes, daddy!” Lance giggles. “N-n-no touch-ching my princey parts.” He nods.
“And?” Keith was going to touch his own prince parts.
“N-n-no-no-no being too cute when with ooder m-m-men-men!” Lance lays down, waving his feet in the air.
“One more, baby boy.” God, Keith was probably going to touch them now if Lance didn’t stop being so goddamn adorable.
“Uhm...mmm...is...duh plug…?” Lance chews on his lip again.
“Yes, baby. Once we’re done here.” There’s really no turning back now.
“...does I g-g-get-get playtime now?” Lance giggles, hiding his face in the bear again.
“Yes, baby. We can have playtime now.” Keith grins, although there’s still a slight amount of guilt looming in the back of his mind.
“Can I g-g-get toys, daddy?” Lance bites his lip, setting the bear aside.
“Of course, baby. Get something big.” Keith moves back slightly.
“...how b-bi-big, da-addy?” Lance blushes brightly again, letting out a giggle.
“Bigger than usual, baby boy. So you’re nice and stretched open.”
Lance lets out a squeak before moving out of frame. The sound of a dresser drawer being open is heard before Lance waddles back into frame, moving the laptop and getting into place - almost professionally, but Keith didn’t voice it.
“I want you to slowly work yourself open, doll. Take your time on this, you don’t wanna hurt yourself, huh?” Keith licks his lips, watching as Lance moves his sweater up ever so slightly to show his white panties again, barely covering him as he starts to grow hard. Maybe now the times he’d say he has to leave makes sense.
“O-okay, daddy…” Lance giggles again, pulling down his panties.
“Uh uh, baby.” Keith grins slightly. “Leave them on.”
Lance stares at the screen for a few seconds before nodding quickly, pulling the panties back up, and reaching up to suck on his fingers, an almost innocent look on his face.
yES lance being a camboy isn't referenced at any part in earlier chapters but i read a tracob story on wattpad where troye was a camboy and i decided i wanted lance to be one too bc he. he would wouldn't he okay
pls don't be mad for not foreshadowing this
also pls don't be mad at me for posting late or cutting off ;-;
After they’d both finished, thrice, Keith smiles, laying back on his bed.
“Th-thank you, daddy.” Lance giggles, his face and neck still flushed.
“Of course, baby boy.” Keith coos, brushing his own hair out of his face.
There’s a knock on Lance’s door, and he shoves everything under a pillow, pulling on his panties and a pair of sweatpants from behind the laptop, whispering a “sorry” before quickly pulling the laptop into his lap, turning off the call.
(Lance’s point of view)
Pidge sits next to me quickly, opening her laptop and quickly logging in. “Come in!” I call, pulling up my homework pages and starting to click around, glancing up as my dad walks in. “Hey, dad.” I say softly.
“What’re you working on?” He says, trying to keep the rude tone out of his voice.
“Psychology homework.” I shrug.
“And you, Katie?” He cocks a brow.
“Biotech homework.” She shrugs.
“Ah, yes.” He nods. “It’s getting late, isn’t it? Lance, your mother and I are going out to dinner. Would the two of you like to come along?”
“No, thank you.” Lance smiles at him.
“No, but I appreciate the offer, sir.” Pidge smiles hesitantly at him, flicking Lance’s knee.
“Okay. Don’t break anything, okay?” He cocks a brow.
“No, sir.” Pidge nods.
They both sigh once Lance’s father leaves, laying back on the bed.
“We still have about twenty minutes until you have to stream.”
“I almost don’t want to tonight.” Lance sighs softly. “Maybe I’ll post a picture and say I got laid and I’m too tired.” He shrugs. “Which is only half lying.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll set up the camera, you go tie yourself up or whatever.” Pidge grins, getting up.
Lance rolls his eyes, getting up and going to his dresser — the fun one — and pulling out a pair of handcuffs, stockings, and a bralette. He turns to Pidge. “This stuff work?” Pidge glances at it, nods once, and goes back to getting the camera set up. Lance rolls his eyes again, stripping his sweats — keeping the panties on — and pulling on the stockings and the bralette. “I need help with the cuffs.” Lance huffs, going over to the bed.
“Yeah, yeah.” Pidge rolls her eyes.
Once Pidge sets up the camera, he helps Lance put on the handcuffs, then adjusts the focus until it’s right as Lance moves to lay on his back, hands held under his neck, biting his lip. His legs are spread and his knees are bent, his panties still dirty from earlier.
“Gross. Get in position.” Pidge rolls her eyes, messing with the exposure.
“Yeah, yeah.” Lance rolls his eyes, biting his lip again and tilting his head back slightly.
Pidge takes three pictures before deciding its enough, turning off the camera and carrying it to Lance’s laptop, plugging it in. “You gonna edit those or do you want me to?”
“I’ll do it.” Lance huffs, holding his hands out for Pidge to undo the cuffs.
“Maybe I should leave those on, so you can’t do anything.” Pidge laughs.
“I’ll murder you.” Lance says halfheartedly, waving his hands at Pidge.
“Please do.” Pidge nods, going to unlock the cuffs.
Lance rolls his eyes, rubbing his wrists for a second before going to edit the photo.
After he edits the photo, he posts it with the caption “sorry guys, i got kinda drunk & got laid earlier (at like 2 pm i know i suck 😂😂😂) and i’m still suuuuper tired. he was kinky af 😂 but!! here’s me with .2 energy and stuff. i’ll stream tomorrow i promise!!! love u all 🖤🖤🖤🖤 (thanks bae #6 for taking the picture btw)”
“You’re gross, you know that?” Pidge sighs, going back to her laptop and typing away.
“It’s why you love me, and why you’re not single.” Lance grins, going back to his homework.
“You still suck.”
“You still swallow.”