Massively NSFW - gawra keef x wance uwu

Lance was no stranger to embarrassing sex dreams featuring aliens, but dreams featuring aliens he’s friends with was a whole new low for Lance’s libido.

Finding out about Keith’s alien heritage had encouraged Lance’s dirty subconscious to plumb these new depths ad nauseam. Over the course of Keith’s adventures with the Blade of Marmora, and his two-year space voyage with Krolia, he’d started to look less like the Keith that Lance had known; he was far more Lance’s type now, having grown a good few inches taller and  put on a lot of muscle. Keith was far bigger than Lance now, his shoulders broader, his whole build far thicker and squarer than Lance's.

There was also the matter of Keith’s now-purple, lightly furry skin. That particular change had taken quite a bit of getting used to for Lance, and for everyone else, probably, but it had come with time. It seemed that Keith had gone through a kind of second puberty as he aged into adulthood, his Galra features becoming increasingly pronounced with age.

Lance would be lying if he said he wasn’t into it.

Thankfully, Keith seemed to be into it as well. He and Lance had both had some inkling that their relationship might become something else, and Lance was eager to explore what that meant for the both of them. Getting to explore what Keith’s new, weird, purple alien body could do in the bedroom was a nifty plus for Lance, too.

Everyone else on the ship had been asleep for hours when Lance and Keith started. Keith was sat on the lower part of their shared bunk bed, and Lance climbed down, sitting next to him, shoulder to shoulder in the dimly-lit room.

“So,” Lance said. He was excited, even giddy, but just as much, he was unsure of how exactly to approach this.

“So,” Keith said, mirroring Lance’s tone. With a nervous chuckle, he reached his hand across to Lance’s inner thigh.

Lance could feel Keith’s nails, claw-like, curled along the curvature of his thigh. Just that was enough to set his heart racing; he was seriously about to fuck an alien.

That realisation was what made Lance’s anticipation overtake his hesitation. He pressed his hand to Keith’s crotch, feeling around to get a first impression of what a Galra’s cock was like.

It was... bulbous, and knobbly. Lance’s fingers traced the shape and found it thicker at the bottom, owing to a knot of flesh there at the base. It was thinner towards the head, twisting slightly and tapering off, with bumps and ribs of flesh running up the course of the shaft, the whole thing growing rapidly under Lance’s touch.

In all his eager exploration, Lance had largely forgotten that the cock belonged to someone. Keith, given no warning by Lance that he was about to grope him so aggressively, had only managed to keep himself from making a sound by clamping his hand over his mouth. Even the hand pressed over his mouth didn’t help him when Lance started to rub Keith’s balls - they were heavy, but seemed fairly humanoid, Lance concluded - through the fabric of his boxers.

When Lance looked up at Keith, Keith was glaring down at him. It was a playful look, but still, Keith’s eyes almost glowed in the low light, stark yellow and cat-like, and of course, being glared at by an alien in such a distinctly alien way just made Lance even hornier.

“Lance, give me some heads-up,” Keith whispered, his voice harsh.

“Sorry,” Lance whispered. “Just got a little caught in the moment,” he said.

Keith shifted in place, turning toward Lance. “I haven’t tried this body out much yet,” he said, the euphemism awkwardly clear. “So I don’t know how loud I’m gonna be, and I don’t wanna get caught.”

“Right.”

Lance kept rubbing Keith’s cock, but slower now, more methodical. He could feel Keith’s cock growing under his touch; it was getting harder, and even through Keith’s boxers Lance could feel that the ribs of flesh were getting more pronounced as it grew. Keith’s breathing was getting strained as well, and would hitch if Lance applied pressure just under the ribbed ridges of flesh.

“Does that feel good?” Lance said, tightening his grip on Keith’s cock.

Keith bit his lip and groaned. Lance took that as a yes.

Without even having touched himself, Lance could feel himself getting hard. He could feel it tenting in his boxers as he watched Keith’s own cock strain against the fabric that surrounded it.

Lance hopped off the bed, getting himself naked and kicking his clothes toward the far corner of the bunk bed. He pulled Keith’s boxers down, leaving them to sag around Keith’s ankles, too busy marvelling at the way Keith’s cock sprung up as he did so to properly remove them.

Lance sat himself on Keith’s knees, sitting face to face, his legs on either side of Keith’s. Positioned like that, Lance could see how much Keith had grown; his legs were thick and muscular, his arms far broader and stronger than Lance’s were. The feeling of being so much smaller than this alien man brought Lance up to being fully hard, and Lance leaned forward against Keith to kiss him briefly, feeling his cock press against Keith’s.

And the feeling redoubled itself. Keith’s cock was simply massive compared to Lance’s. Lance’s cock was fairly small even by human standards, not even five inches in length at full hardness, and a little less girthy than average. Keith’s, though, looked almost comically large by comparison.

Length-wise, it wasn’t impossibly long for a human, maybe eight and a half inches or so, but it was the girth that made Lance’s imagination run wild. Keith’s cock was thicker than a beer can at the base, at least triple the girth of Lance’s own cock there, and it was only getting thicker as Keith got harder.

Lance stared down at Keith’s cock in amazement. Seeing it free from its boxers, it was just so big - especially compared to his own. Lance ground his cock against Keith’s, rutting against him, overwhelmed by the difference in size.

“Wow,” Keith said, chuckling. “Yours is pretty tiny, huh?”

Hearing that, Lance whimpered in agreement. A sputter of precum oozed out of his cock, running down his own shaft and dirtying Keith’s as well.

Keith paused for a moment. “Oh,” he said. He sounded surprised, but his tone was distinctly neutral at the same time. “Is that why you wanted to do this?.. you’re some kind of extraterrestrial size queen?”

Lance, embarrassed as he was to be letting it slip quite so early, nodded, without looking up at Keith.

“That’s pretty hot,” Keith said, putting one hand on the back of Lance’s neck and pulling him in closer. Keith used his other hand to hold their cocks together, grinding them gently against each other.

Only then did Lance look up at Keith. He was stunned that Keith was rolling with this, but he was elated, too.

“I mean, just look at them. You’ve got this tiny little human thing that you could put all the way inside of me, and I wouldn’t feel a thing,” Keith said, using a long, clawed finger to toy with the head of Lance’s cock. “And then you look at mine.”

“It’s so big,” Lance purred, his face buried in the light tufts of hair around Keith’s collarbone.

“But it might be too big for you, don’t you think?” Keith teased.

“Uh,” Lance started, unsure of how to explain this next part. “You know how we spent the last hour or two pretending to be asleep in bed, waiting for everyone else to like, actually go to sleep?”

Keith nodded slowly.

“I knew, well, since you have claws now, you wouldn’t be able to finger me, so I kind of...” Lance looked away, slightly embarrassed.

It took Keith a moment to catch on, but when he did, he grinned. “You just spent the last two hours fingering yourself so you could fuck an alien.”

Lance laughed nervously. “Yeah.”

“Well if you’re that dedicated...” Keith trailed off, biting his lip. Even if he liked to poke fun, he couldn’t deny that Lance’s lust for him was turning him on.

“Wait a sec,” Lance said. He leaned over, reaching into the draw by the side of the bed, and withdrew a small bottle of hand lotion. It was probably better than nothing, Lance figured, and so he lavished it over his fingers, and worked it over the head of Keith’s cock.

Keith threw his head back at the sensation, feeling Lance’s fingers spread the lotion all over the sensitive tip until it was dripping wet. Then, Lance took some more onto his fingers, and rubbed it around his entrance. He slid two fingers into his hole, then a third, holding on to the top bunk with his free hand as he fucked the lube into himself.

“I think it’d be easier if you were lying down,” Keith said.

Lance could see the logic there. Just taking Keith’s weird, massive alien cock would be a struggle in itself the first few times they did this at the very least, so he’d need to be in a position where Keith could do the bulk of the work.

Lance got down on the bed, propping his back and head up with a few pillows. His legs were spread, dangling off the side of the bed. Keith got up off the bed, hooking his thick arms beneath Lance’s knees, holding him up and spreading his legs.

“You sure you’re ready?” Keith asked, clearly experiencing a moment’s hesitation as he aligned his overlarge cock with Lance’s hole, the size difference becoming even clearer now.

“Yes,” Lance said, looking up at Keith with an expectant intensity.

Keith shrugged, and started to push his hips forward. He went slowly at first, just pushing the head in, his eyes watching Lance’s expression to make sure it wasn’t hurting.

Lance started to curl his legs around Keith’s back, though he couldn’t get a very good hold just yet - Keith’s cock was so big that there was still a fair bit of distance between their bodies with only the head inside of him. Still though, it wasn’t too hard to take at first, the head itself not much thicker than Lance’s three fingers.

As Keith started to push inside, though, Lance began to feel his hole seriously stretching. By the time Keith had sunk halfway inside of him, it was starting to hurt.

Keith could tell, just by the way Lance’s face was starting to screw up, and so he pulled his cock out of Lance all at once. Of course, this made Lance moan very, very loud. Just the sudden feeling of emptiness would have been enough to make Lance mewl, but the feeling of the ribs and knobs and juts of flesh on the Galran cock all pull out of him in an instant made Lance lose any semblance of control.

“Sorry,” Lance whisper-shouted, embarrassed beyond words at his sudden crying out. “It just felt... really good.”

“You think anyone’s awake? If they are, they definitely heard that,” he whispered, his tone urgent.

“If they’ve already heard us, there’s no reason to stop,” Lance pointed out. “Put it back in. It feels amazing.”

Keith shook his head. Still though, he was too turned on to refute Lance’s clearly stupid rationale, and far too turned on to listen to common sense. He pushed back inside of Lance, feeling Lance’s hole struggle with the size of his cock. He gave Lance a moment to adjust before pushing deeper inside, watching Lance’s expression tighten with pleasure and, presumably, a little bit of pain that Lance seemed to be enjoying as well.

Keith managed to get as deep as he’d been into Lance last time, about halfway down, but Lance was coping better this time. Still, Keith pulled most of his cock out and then pushed it back in, fucking just the first half of the shaft into Lance again and again, just to make sure Lance was stretched wide. Keith repeated the motion, pushing his cock just a little deeper into Lance each time.

Lance was in heaven. He’d grabbed a pillow over from the head of the bed to clamp his teeth into, keeping himself quiet. Without it, every time Keith pulled out, and made Lance feel all those ribs of flesh dragging out of the entrance to his hole, he’d moan as loud as he had done before.

It wasn’t much longer until the tip of Keith’s cock began to graze against Lance’s prostate, which made Lance bite down even harder onto his pillow. He still hadn’t touched his cock, but he was still gushing precum all over his stomach, his cock twitching in frenzy as Keith’s cock ground into him.

Lance’s moan was audible even though he was biting a pillow, and his hips started to roll back and forth onto Keith, grinding his prostate against a rib of flesh just under the head of Keith’s cock.

“Keith,” Lance mewled, tossing the pillow to one side. “I’m gonna cum, so please, just put it in me.”

Keith groaned. Seeing Lance like this, broken and desperate, begging and stretched, made him dangerously close to cumming as well. But still, he exercised some restraint, for Lance’s sake.

“Please, Keith.” Lance was being far too loud now that he realised there was a chance Keith wouldn’t give him what he wanted. “I need to feel that thing all the way inside of me as you fill me up with your- your weird fucking alien cum, so just give it to me,” Lance moaned, beyond begging and beyond reason.

Moaning, the sound dark and guttural, Keith pushed deeper into Lance’s hole, feeling it stretch to accommodate his massive girth. Feeling his cock stretch out Lance like this, and feeling how big his cock was inside of Lance, made such an adorable juxtaposition as he watched Lance’s tiny, human cock twitching and oozing precum, flailing around as Lance approached his climax.

Keith held the head of Lance’s cock in place with two claws as he gradually forced himself deeper inside of Lance’s straining hole. “Are you about to cum, Lance?”

“Yes,” Lance tried to moan out, but it was garbled, choked in his throat.

Lance’s eyes were watering at the size of the insertion inside of him, his heart racing, drenched in sweat as he struggled with Keith’s alien size. His body was trying to tense up as he approached orgasm, but Lance knew he needed to keep himself relaxed so that Keith could push deeper in without hurting him. He knew they would definitely need proper lube to do this next time, but for now, Lance was in love with that struggling feeling, it making the whole experience so much more intense.

“Are you gonna cum for me, Lance?” Keith asked, rubbing the tips of his claws up and down the head of Lance’s cock, feeling Lance’s whole body tense as he played with Lance’s cock. “Gonna show me what this adorable, tiny, pathetic little cock of yours can do?”

Lance started cumming as the words hit his ears. He could feel how big Keith’s cock was, so long and thick inside of him that it reached up to his navel on the inside. It was ridiculously big, big enough to make his own cock look laughably tiny and pathetic by comparison, and Lance couldn’t get enough of the feeling of inferiority that gave him.

Every muscle in his body contracted, and he let out a loud, trembling cry of pleasure as he clenched around Keith’s massive cock, cumming all over his stomach. The first shot of cum reached all the way up to Lance’s pecs, a thick, warm strand that settled on his sweaty skin. Another shot, and then another spurted out of him, coaxed out by the dual sensations of Keith’s cock stretching his hole unbelievably wide, and Keith’s claws, which were still rubbing against the head of Lance’s cock.

Lance’s tightening hole pushed Keith over the edge as well, and he shuddered, leaning down onto Lance so that their chests were pressed together. Keith rutted into him, shooting a flood of hot, sticky cum inside of Lance before drawing back, then thrusting all the way inside again, fucking Lance open even harder than he had been before as he filled Lance’s hole with his cum.

Keith collapsed on top of Lance, and Lance buried his face in the tufts of lilac hair around Keith’s collarbone. Both of their fronts were covered in sweat now, and in Lance’s cum. Lance began to groan; now that he wasn’t unspeakably horny, the sheer size of Keith’s cock was starting to seriously hurt, and he started to push Keith’s limp, exhausted body up off of him.

Keith got the message after a few seconds, slowly - very slowly, to make sure he didn’t hurt Lance - Keith started to pull his cock back out. As the head left Lance’s gaping hole, a flood of neon-pink cum spilling out, and Lance, breathless as he was, couldn’t help but laugh.

“Cum... looks like that, for a Galra?” Lance panted.

Keith was too tired to quip about it, rolling over to Lance’s side. Instead, he just shifted Lance slightly to make sure the hot pink stained the sheets of the bed rather than the carpeted floor.

“Can you carry me to the bathroom?” Lance asked, just about finding the strength required to prop himself up on his elbows on the bed.

“Yeah,” Keith said, still panting for breath. “Just... give me a minute. I need to rest.”

And of course, in under a minute, Keith and Lance had fallen asleep, leaving it to the Lance and Keith of tomorrow to do the cleaning up.