in a perfect world, lance would wear jewelry that keith bought for him atop skin that might be bleeding a little bit, perhaps. but lance wouldn't have it in him to mind; keith’d be careful with his teething. he’d make it feel so good
lance wearing necklaces, anklets, and other kinds of jewelry that have keith following his limbs with his eyes—yellow and dilated; fangs itching to decorate his wrist. mark it up, and make lance wear the claim like a bracelet
keith isn’t even watching the movie. he’s just there to make noise, chuff into lance’s neck, and breathe in his happy omegan pheromones (that he’ll be accused of hogging from the rest of them)
voltron trying to watch a movie together in the a/b/o universe, but none of them can hear the TV over the rumbling and purring. keith and lance’s, especially. their corner of the couch is the loudest
resulting in the strangest mission ever, when the team kidnaps a galran soldier that insists on flirting with lance, keith’s lance, for some reason. every sentence begins with ‘honey’ or ‘baby’. keith’s on the verge of pulling out his knife
the galra thinking lance’s name is ‘baby’ because of how often the black paladin calls him that over comms. voltron’s comms. they’re so unprofessional, it’s confusing
lance flashing keith while he’s on a work call, and grinning when the man’s throat bobs, his words trail off, and his muscles tense—on the verge of getting out of his chair before kolivan interrupts, “kogane? are you okay?” while lance stands, naked, behind the computer screen