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It had started with Hunk in the Garrison.
Not on purpose of course.
Hunk was so anxious, had always been, and Lance had run himself to the ground trying to placate him as the semesters dragged on.
It’d happened the night before an exam, they’d been sleep deprived, Hunk an anxious mess and Lance lost on what to do, and somehow by the end of the night he’d found himself on his knees, big hands threaded in his hair.
Hunk aced the test with the highest score in the class, relaxed and calm for the first time ever.
The confidence had lasted about a week before he was back to his normal nervous jumbled self, and Lance offhandedly offered some relief again.
And, well.
A pattern was born.
Hunk was less anxious overall, a lot calmer and put together. And Lance liked to please people.
It was a win-win situation.
When they’d found Blue and ended up in a flying castle in space, he’d thought maybe they’d stop their little…thing.
Especially since they had their own little rooms in the castle.
But after about a week in, Hunk had shown up to his door at night, red in the face and refusing to meet his eyes.
Lance gave him two orgasms that night.
He was visibly relaxed the next day.
He had no way of knowing that wasn’t the end of it. That Hunk wouldn’t be the only one he helped out sometimes.
Shockingly, the first one to join in was Keith.
Keith had noticed the on and off patterns of Hunks anxiety, and seemed dead-set on knowing why.
(Lance wasn’t sure why he thought no one would notice when they were all stuck on the same little ship in the middle of fucking nowhere space)
That day, Lance had walked in on a curious Keith harping Hunk for answers. Hunks face was bright red as Keith went on and on, attempting to figure out what Hunk was doing to end up so relaxed only a day after being a mess.
Hunk sent Lance a pleading look.
Lance swallowed, sidling up next to Hunk and gently pushing Keith back by his shoulder to create some space.
“Is it weed?” Keith asked, eyebrows scrunched and genuinely looking adorably interested. “Where’d you get weed in space?”
“It’s not weed Keith.” Lance remarked, mildly amused. What even was this kid?
“You know what it is?” Keith accused.
Lance had sent a look to Hunk, who looked scandalized.
He weighed his options.
One, lie and make up some random shit and go with it.
Two, tell Keith he was being dumb and to mind his own fucking business and go sharpen his knife or something.
Or three.
Tell him the truth.
Or in Lance's case, because he was an impulsive douche, show him the truth.
He grabbed Keith’s wrist and dragged him out of the room, saluting at a red faced Hunk. No doubt he knew what was going through Lance's head.
He pushed Keith towards his room, gesturing for him to unlock the door impatiently. Surprisingly Keith didn’t fight it.
Lance guessed that curiosity outweighed his attitude for once.
Once inside, the door closed, he grinned at the hot headed boy in front of him.
“You wanna know what Hunk’s been doing to relax?”
Keith nodded slowly.
That night, Lance got his throat fucked so hard he couldn’t speak the next day.
For a month or so, there was an unspoken balance between the three of them.
They never really talked about it, but there was an awareness of what was happening.
He found himself enjoying the juxtaposition of Hunks gentle nature and Keith’s aggression. Sometimes he would find himself thinking of the way Keith gripped his hair, taking what he wanted without pause. Or the way Hunk sighed, hand petting his face gently.
Most of all, he thought of how good and relaxed they were afterwards. How pleased he made them.
It fulfilled a desire deep in his gut.
One that only got greedier as the situation grew.
Pidge was sort of a shock.
She was smart, so he knew she knew something was going on.
He just didn’t know she’d find out while he was slipping out of Keith’s room in the dead of night, lips swollen and voice gone to shit.
“Whatcha doin Lance?” She asked when he started down the hall.
He jumped so hard he momentarily left that plane of existence.
She snickered mockingly.
Heart thumping, he turned to look at her, eyes narrowed. “You’re a little shit, you know that?”
It wasn’t nearly as impactful of a sentence when every word came out cracked and quiet.
She raised her eyebrow.
He watched, a little nervous, as she assessed his figure and then the door he’d stepped through. Her eyes zeroed in on his lips.
“So that’s why Keith’s been so calm lately.” She remarked. “Are you guys like…” she trailed off, pointedly waiting for an answer.
Lance could feel how red his face was. “No, we’re not a thing. It’s just…a thing I do for him. I guess.”
Something flashed in her face. “Just him?”
He scratched the back of his neck, unable to meet her eyes. God she was never going to let this go. He was going to be embarrassed for the rest of his life. What if she told Shiro or Allura? What would they even do about that? He was going to be in so much trouble-
“Who else?” She asked quietly.
He looked up, surprised.
“Hunk.” He admitted.
She tilted her head at him. “Do they both know?”
“Yeah.”
She pushed off the wall. “You like doing it?”
His heart pounded as he watched her edge a little closer. “…yeah. I do.”
Her eyes flickered with something.
It took him a moment to realize what she was quietly asking for.
Hesitantly, he opened his mouth to speak. “Did you…”
“Yeah.” She breathed.
He found himself laying on his stomach, face between smooth thighs. This was new territory for him. He’d never given a girl head before.
He glanced up at Pidge, her nervous face, bangs loose on her forehead. He could see the self consciousness in her eyes.
That night he spent an hour buried in her pussy, pulling countless orgasms from her gasping shaking body.
She was practically glowing the next morning.
The desire in his gut preened at the sight.
It was bound to be noticed now that three (four if you included him) of the paladins were involved in this little…thing they had going on.
They were all in far too high of spirits most of the time now, Keith no longer as snippy, Hunk calm and pleased, and Pidge looking well rested and happy. Even in fucking training they were killing it, coming together as a cohesive group and relying on one another seamlessly.
Lance couldn’t help but be just as happy at the realization that it was because of him they were all working together so well now.
Embarrassingly, Allura was the next one to find out what was happening.
Probably in the worst way possible.
Pidge had been irritated that day, between trying to find her family, and troubles with the Galra, and that afternoon Lance slipped into her room without a word.
She didn’t need any prompting, slipping off her shorts as he settled between her legs quietly, glancing up to meet her eyes.
“M sorry Pidge.” He said softly, caressing her skin with his fingers.
She let out a soft sigh. He could see the tears beginning to form in her eyes. “Frustrating.” She choked out.
He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, listening to her breath hitch. “I know. Lemme make it better?”
“Please.”
He went slow this time, dragging his tongue through her folds until her sobs were replaced with whimpers and she was soaking against his lips. He pressed his face closer then, letting his nose bump against her clit, lips tracing against her.
It was quiet and she was breathing heavy, thighs beginning to shake around his head.
He slid a finger against her, wetting it and tracing her hole.
He pulled away briefly to ask “this okay?”
She enthusiastically nodded and he slipped a finger in her, gently working it further in before curling it. He hummed as she let out a cry, beginning to work her faster, tongue tracing her clit and finger pumping fast.
Her breath was hitching and he could tell she was close, thighs squeezing his head hard, fingers grasping at his hair-
The door slid open.
He grabbed Pidge quickly, pulling her down into his chest to protect her modesty as he glanced at the open door.
To his horror Allura stood there.
She looked confused, and after a moment of dead silence he realized that she probably wasn’t even sure what they’d been doing.
“What are you two up to?” She asked curiously. To Lance's further horror, she stepped into the room, the door sliding shut behind her. “Why are you on the-“ she gasped, and Lance winced as she slapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh my goodness are you two-“
“NO.” He and Pidge yelled at the same time. They shared a look, faces red, and Lance carefully reached over for a blanket to drape over Pidges lower half.
“Oh.” Allura remarked, hand falling quickly. She observed them with a puzzled look. “But are you not participating in a mating ritual?”
Lance snorted. Pidge flicked his chest.
“Not all sexual activities are done with romantic mates.” Pidge said bluntly. Lance noted that her breath was still short. He was sure that her lost orgasm was painful.
Allura looked contemplative, eyes flickering over Pidges covered figure and Lance. “But Lance is fully clothed? Do you not need to undress in order to…participate in these sexual activities?”
Lance pressed a hand to his forehead, face flaming. How on Earth did he even find himself in these scenarios?
“Not all sexual activities require both people to be unclothed. There’s a lot more to it than just…sex.” He explained.
Allura looked enlightened. “What kind of activities? What were you two doing?”
She looked so innocently curious that Lance felt himself falter.
Luckily, Pidge picked up his slack. “You could…watch. If you want. If Lance is okay with it.”
Lance whipped around to look at her in shock. She looked dead serious, and he swallowed roughly.
“Oh that would be wonderful!” Allura cheered.
He hesitated for a second, and then resolutely, because his life was apparently unreal, stood up to pull out a chair for Allura to sit on beside the bed.
She looked enthusiastic.
He settled back on the bed, turning to Pidge. To his shock she’d already pulled the blanket off, legs open for him.
“Eager?” He couldn’t help but tease, taking his place once more.
“Shut up and get me off.” She snarked.
And that he did. He licked and fingered her open until she couldn’t handle anymore, body so overstimulated she was sobbing mindlessly. He traced her skin, peppering kisses on it until she calmed down, tears staining her cheeks and eyes drooping in exhaustion.
Then, he gently pulled her shorts back up her legs and tucked her under a blanket before ushering Allura out and following her. Pidge was asleep before the door slid shut.
“You seem quite good at that.” Allura said breathlessly.
He glanced at her, understanding the sparkling look in her eyes all too well.
“Would you like me to help you princess?”
She was whisking him away to her room before he could say quiznak.
He let her ride his face.
She was a little different down there, more like a blossoming flower with layers of petals. Her slick was thick and luminescent, taste reminiscent like honey.
He didn’t mind one bit.
He let her ride his face, her lips falling open with soft moans until she came, legs shaking intensely. And then he held her thighs still as he continued licking into her, humming at the sweetness as she cried out.
He couldn’t quite remember how long they went that night, his mouth on her, his fingers inside her, kissing her skin softly as she shuddered.
All he knew was that the next morning when he arrived for breakfast, Allura's eyes were shining and Pidge was giving him a knowing look.
He sat down awkwardly, poking at his food goo and attempting to avoid her amused glances.
When he looked up both Pidges and Alluras eyes were glued to him.
He swallowed a bite roughly and glanced away. Only to meet Hunks curious gaze as he observed at the two girls. Lance could see the question in his eyes.
He looked down at his bowl again.
An intense gaze burned into the side of his face. He paused as he shifted his gaze to Keith.
Okay someone definitely needed to blow off some steam.
Maybe a lot of someone’s.
He really wasn’t sure how to distinguish between horny and normal weird stares from anyone anymore.
A hand slammed down onto the table. Lance jumped along with just about everyone else.
Shiro was standing at the head of the table, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed as he accessed all of them.
“What has gotten into all of you? You’ve all been acting incredibly off lately, I thought maybe it was you kids getting up to something but now Allura too? Why are you all looking at each other like you’re sharing a dirty secret?”
The table was silent.
Lance cursed everything out there when everyone’s gaze shifted to him. He was sure they were all trying to be subtle, ask him what they should say, but that didn’t really work well when every single one looked at him at once.
Shiros hard gaze was on him instantly.
“Lance?”
Lance smiled sweetly.
“Shiro.”
The older man’s eyebrow raised. “What’s been up with the team lately Lance? They’re all looking at you so don’t even try to be cute.”
Lance was in a checkmate.
Was he supposed to straight out tell Shiro he’d been giving the whole castle head on a semi regular basis? Everyone besides him in the room already knew- heck they were the ones getting it.
But what if that turned out bad? It totally could look bad from a leader's standpoint, and there was no telling how Shiro would react to it.
Lance opened his mouth weakly, attempting to procure an answer out of thin air.
Pidge beat him to the punch.
If the punch was flat out telling Shiro the truth, that was.
“Lance has been giving us head.”
Lance spluttered, shocked as he whipped his head around to look at Pidge. No one else looked bothered at all. He knew he was bright red with his hard he was blushing.
Shiro was quiet for a long moment.
Lance couldn’t bring himself to meet his eyes.
“Us?” He asked after a moment.
“Yes!” Allura said happily, oblivious to Lance's misery. “He is quite talented with his mouth!”
Lance buried his face in his arms, slumping into the table.
‘Someone please kill me’. He prayed.
“He is.” Hunk added helpfully.
Lance slammed his forehead into the metal.
“Very good head.” Keith agreed.
Lance thought he might’ve been in hell.
He could practically hear the gears turning in Shiro's head. “So…you’ve all been getting head from him for a while now? Wait, is THAT why you’ve all been in such a good mood?”
“Yup.” Pidge popped casually. “Turns out some good old stress relief does wonders for team bonding. Especially when you’re all getting it from the same person.”
The room was quiet for a long time after that. Lance came to peace with his upcoming demise during that time.
That was when Shiro finally spoke again.
It was not what Lance had been expecting.
“You know what I think? I think since I’m the only one you held out on this, you should get on your knees for me and show me what's got the team working together so well.”
Lance's head shot up so fast he got a head rush. He gaped, mind catching up with his words, at the man at the head of the table.
Shiro was sitting down now, hands resting loosely on the armrests and eyes flickering over him.
Lance felt hot at the attention.
Shiro gave a pointed look to the others at the table. “If you guys are okay with watching that is.”
Lance's stomach did the stupid drop thing.
“I would love to watch!” Allura exclaimed.
“Cool with me.” Keith remarked.
“Sure.” Hunk shrugged.
“Hot.” Pidge said eloquently.
Lances face went red, “What does- what, you’re all- what do you even mean-“
“Come here Lance.”
Lance stared at Shiro in shock. His hand was out, beckoning. He’d pushed his chair back to leave room in front of him, his legs spread generously.
Heart pounding out of his chest, Lance slowly stood up, flushing as he walked around the table.
He stopped in front of Shiro obediently.
He could feel the weight of everyone’s gazes on his back.
“Get on your knees honey.”
Lance was dropping to his knees before his mind could process the command. He thought he might’ve heard someone curse behind him.
He waited patiently in front of Shiro, feeling warm.
“Go ahead angel.”
Lance felt like anything but as he shifted his weight forward, sitting up in order to settle into the space between Shiros legs. On autopilot, he reached for Shiro's belt, unbuckling it with shaky hands. He unbuttoned and unzipped the fly, and then gently stroked him through his boxers.
Shiro let out an approving hum.
Taking that as permission to go on, he leaned down, mouthing over his boxers, soaking them with spit as he suckled at the hardening dick beneath them. He hummed in content as it twitched in response, bringing a hand up to palm him.
Shiro let him take his time mouthing lazily over his boxers for a long moment before threading a big hand into his hair, tugging him up a bit.
“Don’t be a tease.”
Lance couldn’t help the whine in the back of his throat.
There was another curse from the table.
A little clumsily, he reached up to pull Shiro out, wrapping his fingers around him with a pleased hum.
God he was big.
He sat up a little more to press a couple kisses to the head, jacking him off with his hands.
Shiro let out a pleased sound before reaching down to take a hold of his dick and bringing it to Lance's face.
Lance pulled his hands away, settling them on big strong thighs.
Shiro tapped the tip of his cock against his lips, sliding it across his cheek obscenely. He could feel the precum smearing across his skin.
“Now, let’s see how good your mouth is, huh? Must be pretty nice if everyone loves it so much.”
Warm fingers lifted his chin. Lance blinked, mind a little cloudy, at the man above him. Shiro gave him a gentle smile.
“Open up baby.”
Lance let his lips fall apart, sticking his tongue out habitually.
Shiro let out a low whistle. “You really are a good boy, huh?”
He didn’t have time to respond to that, eyes wide at the comment and heat in his stomach as Shiro slid his dick down his throat.
His eyes fell closed, hands on muscled thighs as he breathed through his nose, attempting to relax his throat completely. Shiro was bigger than anybody else on the ship. And given that the only dicks he’d sucked were in this room, he wasn’t quite sure how he was meant to fit it all in his mouth.
Shiros hand was unrelenting on the back of his head, sliding him further and further down without pause.
Lance's nose pressed against his stomach a moment later, his hands scrambling for purchase as he attempted to breathe.
Huh. So that’s how he fit it in his mouth.
Lance's eyes fluttered as Shiro pulled him off his cock, a string of saliva breaking in the process. He took a shaky breath, and glanced at Shiro from beneath his lashes.
He numbly heard Pidge whisper “damn” from behind him and Keith and Hunk responding with hums of agreement.
His own dick throbbed against his jeans. It wasn’t rare for him to get hard when giving head but having the entire team watch him suck Shiro off must’ve been doing wonders.
“No gag reflex baby?” Shiro asked softly.
Lance mouthed at the head of his dick, pressing it into his cheek so it bulged a little before swirling his tongue. He swallowed, and then without warning took Shiro into his mouth completely, forcing himself down, down, down until he could feel the tip of him deep in his throat and his nose nudged his stomach again. He could hear a groan as fingers tightened in his hair.
He swallowed once, and a startled moan came from above him.
He pulled off of him with a pop, giving a snarky grin despite the spit on his chin. “You tell me.”
Heat flashed in Shiro’s eyes.
Lance had the thought somewhere in the back of his blissed out mind that Shiro was the last person he should be mouthing off to.
He was proven right when Shiro shoved him down on his cock again without warning, thrusting up into his mouth harshly. A weak sound left the back of his throat as he was forced to deepthroat him again, fingers tightening around Shiro's thighs.
He could feel tears pricking in the corner of his eyes as he made a poor attempt at breathing around Shrios dick. He was so thick and long that he could feel it deep in his throat, breaths coming out short through his nose as his jaw began to sting. Shiro smelled heady, tasted musky and salty in his mouth.
A pathetic whine against the intrusion only made Shiro's hand tighten harder around his hair, forcing him down even further.
His vision spotted as he glanced up at Shiro from beneath his lashes, tears beginning to drip down his face.
Shiro was looking at him like he was dessert.
Lance decided that he would happily choke on Shiro’s cock for the rest of his life if he’d keep on looking at him like that.
“God you’re incredible.” Shiro breathed, throwing his head back.
The praise went right to his groin.
He shifted, barely registering the tears freely sliding down his face and against Shiro's huge thighs. His own dick throbbed painfully.
A gasp left his throat as he was pulled off of Shiro’s dick again, vision bleary with tears and lack of oxygen, his jaw aching.
Shiro thumbed the skin beneath his eyes, wiping away a tear.
“Poor angel.” He cooed sympathetically.
Lance had a feeling he didn’t feel bad at all.
“I’m gonna fuck your throat now.” The older man said.
Lance let his mouth fall open again obediently. He barely registered the “holy shit” and “fuck” from the others.
Shiro slid his tip against his lips gently.
He pressed a soft kiss to it, suckling at the head.
Shiro pulled him back by his hair and he made a noise of discontent.
Shiros' eyes were practically black at this point.
“If it’s too much you tap my thigh two times okay honey?”
Lance nodded dumbly.
The hand tightened in his hair and he cried out in pain, vision sharpening as he was forced to look at Shiro.
“Words Lance.”
He swallowed roughly at the angle. His words came out rough and needy. “Yes. Pl’s Shiro I need-”
He was shut up by Shiro’s dick in his mouth. His eyes fell closed in content, focusing on keeping his mouth and throat open and inviting, fingers resting on Shiro’s lap.
The world seemed to fade out from beneath him as Shiro began to work his hips into his mouth. He focused on staying pliant, eyes closed and dripping tears, jaw aching, but nevertheless incredibly aroused and pleased by the sounds Shiro was making.
It could have been an hour that he sat there, breathing shallowly and reveling in the fullness of his mouth, the thought that he was pleasing his leader so well.
His brain was cotton, his skin warm and thoughts still. He’d never been able to shut off his brain like this before.
He was floating in a pleasured mindless haze without knowing it.
The world came back only a little when he realized he was being pulled off of Shiro's cock roughly.
“I’m gonna cum baby- you want me to-”
Lance dropped his head back down on his cock before Shiro could finish, tongue swirling around the head eagerly.
He could hear Shiro cursing, fingers gripping his hair painfully tight and then Shiro's hips were canting up and he was forced down on the entirety of Shiro’s length.
His throat worked to swallow as Shiro released in his mouth. It was salty and bitter but Lance thought it was the best gift Shiro had ever given him. He sat there for a long couple minutes, cock pulsing against his tongue.
Eventually, he was being slid off of Shiro's softening cock.
He opened his mouth to show off the cum thick on his tongue and then despite the fact that he could barely see through his tears, made a show of swallowing and then sticking out his tongue to prove his obedience.
“Christ.” Shiro said breathlessly.
A warm hand petted his jaw as Shiro tucked himself away again, looking like a hundred pounds had been taken off his shoulders.
“Feel better?” He heard Pidge tease.
Shiro’s eyes were bright as he glanced down at Lance.
“Like a new paladin.”