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“Don’t close your eyes,” Lance instructed firmly, reaching around to grab Keith’s chin and tilt it up to direct his face straight in front of the window. “Come on Keith, open your eyes and see what I’m doing to you.”

Keith slowly pried his eyelids open, an instant flush of humiliation at the sight reflected in front of them. The sun on this planet had started to set but not fast enough for it to actually be dark out, just providing enough twilight for Keith to be able to see his own image brilliantly clear against the glass. And his own image? Was wrecked.

His face was red and teary-eyed, lips swollen and bruised from where he and Lance both had bitten into them. But the worst part was his expression, because with Lance still pounding into his ass there was no way Keith could stop himself from looking so pathetically fucked-out, mouth open and panting as he whined into every thrust.

But then he looked up, and oh god, Keith could see Lance’s face from here, too, and suddenly they were locked eyes in the window. He looked so much hotter during sex than Keith did, instead of ridiculous his expression was so intense, staring at Keith like he was the entire universe and shit, suddenly it was too embarrassing to look at him, either. Oh fuck, Keith couldn’t take this,

Lance let go of his face and Keith squeezed his eyes closed again, unable to bear looking at their reflection but equally unable to shake the memory from staining the backs of his eyelids. And to make sure Keith was absolutely hopeless, Lance was leaning in to whisper right into Keith’s ear in his lowest most sultry voice, “Don’t know why you’re so embarrassed, you look so cute right now.” He slipped one hand off of Keith’s hip to wrap it around his cock, squeezing it in time with every brush against his prostate. “So wrecked and sexy, you look like an angel and a sex demon at the same time.”

Keith bit down on a whimper, and Lance only chuckled and pushed on his back until Keith’s chest was pressed against the glass. “You know, our hotel room’s only on the second floor…” Lance grinned into his ear, relishing in the gasp Keith couldn’t keep in. “It’s still light enough out that I bet anyone walking by on this street could look up and see us.”

“F-fuck!” Keith swore, eyes shooting back open where his forehead was leaning against the window, eyes scanning the streets for… oh god, there really were people out there, there weren’t a lot but they were walking past the building like it was nothing. Oh god, they were trying to make an alliance with these people, how was it gonna look it they found two of voltron’s paladins fucking damned near in plain view of the public? “L-Lance, come on,” Keith panted, still looking at the streets below them, heart pounding with both excitement and outright terror. “You don’t seriously want anyone to see me like this, do you?”

“Hm, you’re right,” Lance growled, pulling another involuntary shudder out of Keith. “Better make you come as soon as I can then, huh?”

Keith whimpered.