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Keith did not like guys his age. All it took was blowing way too much money on Grindr and Tinder and a few bad dates to determined— yeah, they sucked. It wasn't really anything new since he could make that inference without going on dates, but after he did? The deal was sealed, absolutely not. Guys in their 20s were fed something that made them particularly lukewarm all while being horribly infuriating.
But with that being said… He didn't expect to like or want to date older either.
Sure, it crossed his mind sometimes. A part of him really couldn't deny the factors that were just facts that made it something desirable. Stable, experienced, chivalrous, and confident. It was attractive to see someone with their life so put together (especially considering Keith is a hypocrite and definitely doesn't have his sorted out), so it felt natural to be drawn to it.
But that's all it is and all it was for a long time. A thought. A daydream or something you think about when you're single and doing the dishes and think, "Huh, that'd be nice," And you never act on it.
Until he somehow ended up meeting a way too charming of a guy at a bar, fast forward six months later and Keith might as well be married in a Hallmark film that Adam and Shiro watched that he despised.
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The sun poured out from the window, shining down on Keith's cheek. The scent of cologne filled his nose and he felt warm, velvety skin against his own that made him want to get closer until he melted. Sleep was still behind his eyes but the soft brush of chest hairs stirred him awake a bit and he yawned.
A deep, raspy voice murmured in his ear and he shivered. "Morning beautiful,"
Smiling lazily, he nuzzled more into Lance's chest before whispering back, "Hi…" And sighing when he felt Lance's fingers go through his hair.
"Mmm, I love waking up to you…" He kissed his head and Keith practically purred there.
This. This was the cheesy shit he lived for. Waking up to a face full of chest hair and a comforting voice whispering to him while holding him in their house in their bedroom. It was everything he never thought he'd have— never even thought he wanted— and yet here he was, endorsing in it and smiling like a cat who got the cream.
Holding tightly onto Lance's arm, he just snuggled up to him and responded with, "Me too… 's nice," He mumbled and Lance hummed in approval.
Two fingers gently tilted his chin up and he held his breathe. "Let me kiss you…" His boyfriend murmured and he nodded wordlessly.
That's all it took before Lance placed a firm kiss on his lips, his soft ones meeting Keith's more chapped and bitten ones. The kiss left Keith feeling both weak yet somehow comfortable. Like it took all his strength yet also like they've been doing this for years and it was nothing. Lance's mouth was confident and experienced, making Keith sigh into the kiss in appreciation.
Finally, dating someone who knew what they wanted.
Slowly, they pulled apart and Keith panted with flushed cheeks. Lance laughed softly, placing a complimentary kiss on the corner of his mouth.
"Awe, too much for you in the morning, handsome?" He teased, pinching Keith's sides playfully and watched the other squirm.
Tucking his head under his chin, Keith just whined out a, "Shut-up-you-have-morning-breathe. Ew." Before resting against Lance's chest again, hearing his steady heartbeat.
Snicking softly, Lance easily retorted with, "You love it—" Then tilted Keith's chin up again and surprisingly pulled him into a mind numbing kiss.
Keith's eyes widened before he melted into it, letting out a soft moan and parting his mouth for Lance's tongue to easily push in. Their tongues met and it was hot, sensual, and domestically sickening all at once. Lance's tongue practically took him apart and made his legs jelly and the hand that just moved down to his lower back did nothing to help.
His head spinned and he breathed through his nose as the kiss continued.
Lance pulled away, but only barely while Keith breathed through his mouth. "Still— gonna— complain?" He asked in-between kisses, slotting their mouths together again before using a hand to hold Keith's face.
Quickly, Keith shook his head. "N-no…" His voice shook as he dared peaked up at Lance's blue eyes that looked back into his adoringly.
"Atta boy…" He praised and patted Keith's hip, his eyes scrunching happily and a way too cute of a dimple showing.
The praise went straight to Keith's head and made him shiver. "Mhm…" Was all he could manage dumbly.
A grin went across Lance's face and he easily commented, "God, you really are cute, Keith." He ruffled Keith's hair and Keith just took it, "You get so fuzzy after a little kissing. Your last partners must have been lucky," But then the younger frowned.
"Not really. They kind of sucked," He admitted bluntly. Usually he knew that saying something like that typically breaks the moment, but Lance made saying anything just, well, easy.
Giving a low whistle, Lance mused at the little confession, "Damn boy. You need someone who can handle all of you, hm? Guys in their 20s really that bad?" He cocked his head in curiosity.
Scoffing Keith held onto Lance's arm with a petulant pout. He knew he was being sulky, but he didn't care. "You have no idea. They suck. They're like, the most mediocre thing on the planet that still somehow get your life into shit." The bad communication, the differences in lifestyle that somehow could never be compromised, the hypocrisy. It was a tiring tight rope that made Keith want to bang his head against the wall
Lance gave him a small sympathetic expression, "That does sound pretty awful," But then he just shrugged and Keith discreetly oggled his sleepers build, "Buttt, at least you have me, babes. Guys my age now how to treat someone right— or at least the ones I know I do," He waggled his brows and squeezed Keith's hips.
That made a smile crawl onto Keith's face at least. "Yeah, that's true." He placed a few kisses down Lance's arm and Lance settled into the pillows and sighed, lazily running his fingers through Keith's hair.
"Keep doing that, baby," More red went across Keith's cheeks at the request and he nodded before continuing. Even how he said his pet name was so confident and just made Keith want to listen (and Keith hated listening).
The kissing went on for a little longer before Keith yawned a bit, lazily smacking his lips. It was still early in the morning and the heat from Lance's skin was pulling him back in, "I kind of wanna go back to sleep,"
Giving Keith a little love tap on the rear, Lance simply said, "Go to bed, mullet. I'll be here,"
He scoffed at the butt tap but threw his arms around his neck while looking up at him, Lance just giving a playful grin back. "Do you seriously have to do that?" With an annoyed expression.
"Yep. I need to touch your booty whenever I deem it necessary," He gave another squeeze and Keith squeaked, "It's boyfriend tax!" The justification was weak and left Keith unimpressed.
Regardless, he sighed and cuddled back into Lance. He supposed the hands on his rear wasn't the worse thing in the world to fall asleep too…
Slowly, snores started to fall from his nose and he became more and more limp. Before he fell asleep, he heard Lance whisper, "I love you…"
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The smell of coffee was the first thing that came to Keith's senses as he stirred awake. He hummed and hesitantly peeled his eyes open. The curtains were now closed and Keith figured Lance closed them so he could sleep better (what a sweetheart). At the same time he sat up, Lance walked in with two steaming mugs.
"Your hair looks awful," Lance teased and Keith blushed before frantically smoothing his messy hair out.
"Shut up!" He exclaimed but Lance just laughed and passed him his mug. The coffee smelt strong and divine, a thin layer of espumita on top concealing the dark liquid underneath. "This looks great," He murmured before taking a sip and sighing at the taste.
Lance drank his own cup with a nostalgic look. His features looked so sharp and handsome that it made Keith's stomach flip. God older men were also lethally handsome.
Thoughtfully, the taller shared, "My mama always made this when we used to live in Cuba,"
Keith listened to his boyfriend attentively. Having someone so casually share something important made him feel special and also valued. Maybe that was weird, but growing up, he never shared things with people so maybe just having others open up meant something to him.
"That sounds nice," He promptly cringed at his own dry reply.
But Lance just laughed at his reply and ruffled his hair. "You're cute, and it was." Then he looked at Keith adoring, taking a hand in his own before, "We should visit some time, amor…" He placed a kiss on his hand and Keith almost died there.
"Uhm— like travel?" He asked, almost dumbly with a head tilt.
Lance snickered, "I can't think of any other way to get to Cuba, baby doll."
He tsked at the tease and turned his head away, "Whatever…" If his last partners treated him like he was hotheaded and intimidating, then Lance treated him like he was cute and it was completely new for him.
Throughout his life, he was frequently told by boyfriend that he was too much to handle or intense. It made him feel butt-hurt and honestly really self-conscious, but that wasn't an issue with Lance. Whenever he got that way with Lance, Lance either bantered back and they play fought or he nodded his head with a relaxed expression or he sometimes he'd use this particular tone that just made Keith get back into line. Either way, it was nothing he had before and he loved it.
Before he knew it, his head was being turned towards Lance and he nearly jumped. "Hey, don't turn your head away. I like seeing your face…" He brushed his thumb against Keith's cheek and Keith felt a head rush.
All but squeaking, he managed out a quick, "Okay." But was unable to look Lance in the eyes. Something about being handled like this, both delicately yet firmly, with Lance holding his chin so assertively made the usual fire in Keith be put out. Licking his lips, Lance leaned in closer and said, "Hmm, I think I'm gonna give you a kiss,"
Keith's heart skipped a beat at that and he quickly tilted his head up as Lance's lips started going towards his.
The result was instant— their two lips sliding together with Lance's in a smile and Keith's desperately trying to keep it together and kiss back. The taste of coffee was still on Lance's lips. He knew they kissed this morning, but just the fact Lance really went for it always left him wanting more yet also made him want to hide in his newfound timidness forever.
As Keith let out a little moan, Lance smoothly took the mug out of his hand and set it down on the nightstand before putting his knee between Keith's legs then slowly pinning Keith down onto the sheets. Keith flushed and felt his mind become fuzzy and helpless to the submissive sensation. Lance slowly dragged his hand from his wrist to intertwine with Keith's and the other squeezed back while letting out a small, needy sigh.
They pulled away and Keith panted, looking up at Lance, barely holding back a whimper.
"I think I want to do more than just kiss you now, baby," He grinned and let his free hand slowly go down to Keith's bare thigh.
And Keith was a weak weak man…
Shakily, he responded, "Please…"