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Day 9 – Hair Pulling/ Bonds(Telepathic)
Fandom/Pairing – VLD(Klance)
Themes: Ghosts

¯_(ツ)_/¯ just take it cause I don’t even know. sorry its late-ish. Continuation of the previous ghost themed one – you don’t really have to read it to get what’s going on though so!!

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Ever since ‘the incident’ Keith wondered if the ghost was even still there. Every time he did anything he would think of the ghost- was he watching him cook? Did he watch tv with him? Did he see him late at night… Keith frowned at that line of thought. But it was impossible to not think about after he’d gotten his dick sucked by the ghost.

The memory of that wet heat on his dick, the suction and the feel of that tongue… Keith shivered at just the mere thought of it.

Maybe he should try to get laid. Not by some invisible entity but by some guy.

What he didn’t expect when he actually did bring a date home one night was a voice in his head – angry and pitched as it screeched at him.

“What, do you think you’re going? Who is this asshole, huh?”

Keith ignored it at first, offering a drink to his date – who was already making eyes at him – knowing full well what this is. Keith continued to ignore the voice in his head – one which demanded he pay attention, to get this “loser” out of his house. Keith’s eyes narrowed

Your house? I believe it’s my house

And with that he ignored the voice again. Until the damn entity pulled his hair.

It had hurt and… felt good. His ears burned at that line of thought.

“You okay?”

“No, actually, I think you better go.”

The man’s nose wrinkled, brow cocking. “You seriously expect me just to leave without-“

The man was silenced not only by Keith’s cool gaze, slicing through him, but an actual cold that suddenly filled the room – making him turn tail.

After he was gone, Keith scowled at the invisible air.

“I was trying to get laid, asshole.”

No response – which only pissed Keith off.

“I know you’re here!”

His answer came in the form of a very firm tug on his hair – making his neck arch and he felt breath on his lips, ghosting over them and the sight of no one in front of him made his skin crawl.

Why bring some asshole here when you got me?

Keith scowled through his blush. “You can’t be serious.”

I am! Seriously- after I sucked your dick, I thought we had something special.

Special his ass. He glared at the air.

“Well you have a funny way of showing your interest – this is the first time you’ve been around since then!”

Oh, I’ve been around.

Keith licked his lower lip at the tone, the feel of fingers tugging his hair sharply. His body pulsed.

I’ve been watching you, trying to touch you for awhile now – I don’t know why it’s happening now, but I’m not complaining.

Another tug, Keith groaned. That felt good, too good. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to enjoy the sensations. When he did, he saw a vision- an image of a man with brown skin, short brown hair and blue eyes – hands full of his hair, tugging – those eyes a light with arousal. Keith’s eyes snapped back open.

“Was that?”

That was me.

“How did you-“

Don’t question, just feel.

God, did he feel. His whole body came alive when he felt coolness brush over his lips, invisible friction heating up, making it tingle and oh, a wetness slipped in – tangling with his tongue.

“Mm…”

It tingled, cold at first but then with each twist and tease it became warmer, more enjoyable. And fuck, the way those hands tugged at his hair… it made him want to be on his knees,  back arched as this ghostly entity slammed into his ass, pulling his hair all the while.

The kiss broke with a laugh in his mind.

That can be arranged.

Oh god, the ghost could read his mind.

It’s Lance, by the way – calling me ghost is a little weird since I’ve sucked your dick and I’m about to fuck you.

Keith’s body pulsed. Lance… he now had a name for the spirit haunting his apartment. He shuddered as he felt arms around him – the invisibility still off putting. He swallowed as he felt himself being guided down – onto his knees, pants being stripped and oh god, he was going to be fucked by a ghost. He groaned as he felt those fingers tug at his hair, another pair of fingers rubbing wetness against his exposed hole – when had Lance gotten lube? – but he couldn’t find it in himself to wonder too long – his need overriding everything else.

The feel of Lance entering him was surreal – mentally, Keith knew that Lance was a ghost, but physically… god, it felt so human. The closeness, the heat, and the friction – all of it combined deliciously as his hips rocked back against Lance’s.

So fucking sexy.

Those words made Keith’s chest swell and his lips curl – hips pushing back harder against Lance, his whole body singing with the praise. Lance canted his hips at another angle, one of his hands that had been secure around Keith’s hipbone reaching up now.

“Ahh!”

Keith moaned, his neck arching, as Lance pulled and pulled again at his hair and oh god, he was going to cum already – his back arching and hands fisting against the floor.

That’s it, come for me, baby.

Keith’s face burned as he did just that – spilling on the floor, moaning as he came hard – shaking against Lance until, just like before, he disappeared – causing Keith to fall in his mess, his teeth gritting in irritation.

“What the fuck, Lance?”

There was no answer, which only served to piss Keith off even more. He groused as he managed to get up to go get something to clean up his mess, cursing Lance the whole time.

Fucking ghosts.