All Right, All Right!

Time for theories!

Creating a little conppt on the Geldris theme. 😌

Since I can't wait to show their baby! 😖

I hope to finish it soon...

Now I can see where the phrase "Vaz Zigra" comes from.

After rereading the chapter, I realized I missed another really cute panel with Tristan! 😭😖

Spoilers!!!

Look carefully at this page!

Pay more attention!

And more carefully!

I don't think so, do I? Meliodas is holding baby Tristan? That's so cute!!! 😭

THAT WAS INCREDIBLE! 😭😭😭

Thank you so much for this!!!

This is the best thing I've ever read about Trilance!!!

now that you have me, do you want me still? (Trilance)

A/N: Tada!!!! Chapter 2!!!! I’ve spent all day writing this because I kept getting distracted 💀💀 But I just wrote almost an entire 5,000 words in one day, I think that might be a new record for me, tbh, lmao. But lemme tell you guys, I absolutely love this. I think this is actually both the best and my favorite smut that I’ve ever written. It’s slightly different than how I usually write it as well, but I think it’s better this way, tbh. I hope you guys like it, too!!! Please read all the tags before diving into the chapter in case there’s something in there that you don’t wanna be reading!!! Enjoy!!!

Pairing: Tristan x Lancelot

Summary: Tristan and Lancelot go home together and finally take action on all the tension that’s built up between them for the last 8 months.

Tags: Aged up characters (somewhere around 21-24), cheating/infidelity sorta (again, depends on how you look at it), smut, explicit sexual content, blowjob, anal, anal fingering, discussion of how gay sex works (you’ll see what I mean, LMAO), I think that’s it, but if I missed something that you think should be/want to be listed here, please let me know!!!!

Song Inspiration: Shameless By Camila Cabello

Word Count: 5,747

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

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[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2]

[Will insert link to AO3 here later]

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As soon as their lips are touching, he’s completely gone. Lance usually isn’t one for sweet things, but Tristan is an immediate exception to that. The other boy’s lips have the faintest hint of strawberry on them and he vows to start appreciating the fruit way more than he used to. Tristan immediately slides his hands into Lance’s hair and leans into him, trying to get closer. He can barely believe this was happening, that they’d finally gotten to this moment. He doesn’t think he’s ever enjoyed something as simple as a kiss as much as he’s enjoying this one. This is a completely new experience for him. What surprises him the most is Tristan. If anyone has ever tried to claim that Tristan Liones is a bad kisser, they’re sorely mistaken. Not like Lance himself is an expert or anything like that, but he’s most definitely experienced some bad kissers. But Tristan is the complete opposite of those.

His lips are firm against Lance’s, insistent. When Lance swipes his tongue across his bottom lip, he’s instantly granted entrance. There isn’t a single hint of hesitation in Tristan’s actions. He knows exactly what he’s doing and he’s not at all shy about it. Lance tries his best to give the same thing back. His hand that was on Tristan’s cheek now slips back to tangle in his long, silver hair, something that Lance has wanted to do since the moment he first laid eyes on the prince. He rolls his tongue over Tristan’s and is rewarded with a quiet moan against his mouth. Tristan gives a slight tug to Lance’s hair and he groans softly, his head tilting up slightly as the other man deepens the kiss. Before either one can do anything else, though, they both hear someone clear their throat loudly somewhere close by, causing them to pull apart and quickly turn in the direction of the person. Lance instantly relaxes upon seeing who it is, however.

“Oh, it’s just you two.” He says a little breathlessly. “Hey, guys.” He says in a casual tone that he doesn’t at all feel.

“Lance? You know them?” Tristan asks hesitantly. Lance looks at him. He looks nervous, his eyes flickering between the two other men standing right in front of their booth. He gets it. The two of them are both technically in relationships, as far as most of the world knows, and now they’ve been caught all over each other by people that Tristan knows as complete strangers. There’s so many people that could use this information against them and that wouldn’t be good for either of them. But luckily, Lance knows they wouldn’t ever do such a thing.

“Yeah. These are my friends. Nasiens and-”

“I’m Percival!” Percy blurts in his usual loud, bubbly voice. “But most of my friends just call me Percy. It’s so wonderful to meet you, Tristan!”

Lance watches as Tristan tilts his head in confusion and he chuckles. “Sorry,” He whispers in Tristan’s ear. “Percy tends to act very familiar with people even if he’s just met them, it’s just the way he’s always been.”

“O-oh.” He replies. And then the most brilliant smile spreads across his face. “It’s lovely to meet both of you! You’re the first of Lance’s friends I’ve gotten to meet and I can’t wait to spend more time with you both in the future.” He shoots Lance a look full of meaning and Lance feels a slight flutter in his chest, finding himself smiling back at him.

“We’d love that. But that can wait. It seems you two have somewhere else to be right now, yes?” Nasiens is giving Lance a look that’s half knowing, half teasing, with a hint of something soft. Lance grins at him.

Percy looks confused and is about to question Nasiens but Lance turns back to Tristan and speaks up first. “Yes, that’s right.” His eyes question the silverette silently, making sure they’re both on the same page. Tristan nods once, a smirk curling his lips.

Both of them slide out of the booth and stand up as Percy and Nasiens move back to give them room to do so. “I’ll catch you guys later, yeah?” Lance playfully flicks Percy’s forehead and then ruffles Nasiens hair slightly.

The black-haired man just huffs while Percy beams. “Of course!”

Lance and Tristan walk towards the lounge’s entrance before stopping, turning to each other. “Your place okay?” Tristan asks, reaching forward to brush his hand against Lance’s.

Lance catches his hand before he can pull it back and intertwines their fingers together. “Yeah, that definitely works. What are you gonna tell Isolde?” He asks curiously.

Tristan takes a step forward and reaches up with his free hand, placing it on Lance’s chest. “I’ll just tell her that we’re gonna have a guy’s night.” As he speaks, his eyes leave Lance’s face to instead watch his own hand as he slowly trails it down Lance’s chest and toward his stomach. “You know. Get a bit drunk, play some games,” Lance stops breathing as Tristan’s hand moves down his torso and over his stomach, stopping right about the waistband of his jeans. Tristan looks back up at him as he finishes speaking, his eyes absolutely burning with heat. “Get to know each other.” And Tristan pulls his hand away and takes a few steps back, grinning.

Lance sucks in a deep breath, nearly choking, much to his embarrassment. But Tristan has a knowing twinkle in his eyes, his expression one of mischief. He’s a fucking tease. Noted. He shakes his head at the man. “C'mon, the guard at the back door owes me a favor.” He smirks, leading Tristan out of the lounge with their still twined hands and to the stairs, both of them breaking apart as they go down them. Tristan then follows Lance through part of the crowd until they reach the back entrance to the club. Usually only employees can use it, but he did a favor for the guard usually posted there once and now it’s time to ask for one back. He catches the guard’s eye and gestures to the door and then both Tristan and himself. The man nods once and then steps to the side, letting them slip through. They were in the employee parking lot now. Lance looks around to see if anyone else is around before taking Tristan’s hand again, seeing no one but the two of them there.

“You’re a favor guy?” Tristan asks him, amused.

Lance looks at him and shrugs. “Are you complaining about me already?” He asks teasingly. As he walks towards the chainlink fence leading into the parking lot everyone else uses.

Tristan gives him a look full of mock-offense. “Oh, I would never.”

Lance laughs. “You better not.” Tristan steps forward and opens up the door in the fence, letting out a giggle that warms Lance all the way down to his toes. So many new sides he’s seeing of the Prince now that neither of them are having to hide.

Tristan holds the door open for Lance, letting him go through before following him and closing the door behind them. “I assume you didn’t bring your own car?” Lance asks, an eyebrow raised.

Tristan’s cheeks turn slightly pink, like he’s embarrassed. “No…” He trails off while giving Lance a sheepish smile. “Guess I really do tend to live up to that "prince” nickname, don’t I?“

Lance’s brows furrow and he steps forward, bringing his hand to Tristan’s cheek. Tristan leans into his touch immediately. "Hey,” Lance says seriously. “That’s not a bad thing. I happen to really like Prince Tristan, I’ll have you know.” He smiles softly at the silverette.

The prince’s mood lifts immediately. “Good. If you didn’t, we’d have a lot of problems.” He teases. “Now, I assume unlike me, you do have your own car with you, Sir Lancelot?”

“I do. And my apartment is about 10 minutes away.” He leans down closer to Tristan. “And once we get there, we can continue getting to know each other.” He says quietly, his voice taking on a huskier tone.

He watches as Tristan visibly shivers, his eyes darkening. “Lead the way.” He says just as quietly. And so he does.

His car isn’t too difficult to find and the car ride goes by quick. Soon enough, they’re making their way down the hall of the 4th floor of Lance’s apartment complex, stopping right in front of his door. As he pulls out his keys to unlock the door, Tristan wraps his arms around one of Lance’s, leaning into him. He does it much in the same way that Guinevere does, but unlike with her, Lance doesn’t mind it one bit. He likes it, even. He swings the door open and lets Tristan go in first, reaching in to turn on the light to his living room as he follows close behind, the door closing behind them.

As soon as Lance places his keys on the hook by the door, Tristan’s lips are back on his again. Lance groans as one hand returns to the mass of silver hair on top of the prince’s head while the other wraps around his waist and pulls him close. Tristan seems to purr as he wraps his arms around Lance’s neck, his hands tangling in the hair at the back of his head. The prince nips at his bottom lip, seeming to demand entrance rather than ask for it, and Lance couldn’t say no even if he wanted to. He pulls Tristan as close as he can with their current position, but it’s still not enough.

As their tongues roll together and start to explore, Lance moves both of his hands down until he can grab Tristan’s ass. Tristan lets out a whine and tugs on Lance’s hair harder than he did before. Lance moans as he suddenly pulls up, bringing Tristan with him as he stands to his full height. Tristan wraps his legs around Lance’s waist, pulling back from their kiss to start trailing his lips along his jaw and down to his neck, nipping and sucking at each spot his lips touch.

“Marks?” He asks breathlessly, lips moving against Lance’s skin.

“You definitely won’t hear me complaining.” He grunts softly as he squeezes the prince’s backside.

“Good.” Tristan moans.

He then goes back to what he was doing before, paying extra attention to a spot on Lance’s collarbone until Lance is sure he’ll have a bruise there for at least a week. Lance moans, one of his hands moving up and under both the shirts Tristan is wearing, his hands sliding over the smooth bare skin of his back and sides. Tristan arches into him, his forehead leaning against Lance’s jaw.

“I think now would be a good time to head to your bedroom, yeah?” Tristan asks, pulling back to look at him, bringing a hand to Lance’s face and tracing a thumb over his lips.

Lance opens his mouth and nips at the tip of Tristan’s thumb, the silverette gasping quietly at the action. “I was just gonna say the same thing.” He grins.

“And yet, you’re still just standing here.” Tristan says with mock exasperation, leaning forward until their lips are grazing.

“So impatient.” Lance mumbles playfully before closing the distance between them once again and starting to make his way toward his bedroom, thankfully only stumbling once or twice despite his lack of attention on where his feet were landing.

His bedroom door was already open and he pushed past it, closing it behind him with the weight of his shoulder. He makes his way over to his bed and leans over it until Tristan’s back is pressed against his comforter. Tristan relaxes against the bed and Lance pulls away from their kiss in order to move down and suck on the pulse point on his neck. Tristan groans and trails his hands down Lance’s sides, running them back up under Lance’s shirt. He keeps moving his hands up until Lance has no choice but to stop his assault on the man’s neck in order to pull back and let Tristan take his shirt off, the dark red henley being tossed to the floor somewhere.

Lance sits back on his knees, looking down at Tristan. The prince looks absolutely delighted, sitting up until he’s also on his knees, trailing his hands up from Lance’s stomach all the way up to his chest and shoulders. “What’s that look for?” Lance asks him curiously.

Tristan grins. “Oh, nothing. It’s just that, I knew you worked out, I just had no idea you worked out this much.”

He runs his nails down the abs on Lance’s stomach and Lance lets out a long hiss between his teeth. “You been stalking me or somethin’?” He asks as he starts unbuttoning the black dress shirt Tristan is wearing overtop something blue.

“Oh, it doesn’t take much to find out, really. The internet really does know everything about you, don’t you know?” And then the prince leans forward and wraps his lips around one of Lance’s nipples, sucking hard on it.

“Shit.” Lance moans in surprise.

Tristan pulls back and lets his now fully unbuttoned shirt fall off his shoulders and down his arms, revealing that the blue underneath is a tanktop. “Well, maybe not everything.” He says. “The rest is for me to figure out myself.”

Lance pulls the tanktop over the silverette’s head, the piece of clothing getting lost along with the rest of them. “You don’t seem too bothered by that fact, your majesty.” He points out, amused.

Tristan starts planting kisses down the blonde’s chest. “The first thing you should know about me, Sir Lancelot, is that I’m always down for a good adventure. Especially if it involves exploring.” And then he pushes Lance to the side, making him land back against his pillows.

“That’s definitely good to know.” Lance grunts as he watches Tristan from his new position, the Prince moving closer.

His mouth goes dry when Tristan’s hands immediately go to the button of his jeans, undoing it and pulling the zipper down. And then he slips his fingers underneath the waistband of not just his jeans but his boxers as well and tugs them down, getting them off with only a little help from Lance. Those are also added to the floor and now Lance is completely naked in front of the prince, his cock flushed red and hard against his stomach. Tristan bites his lip as he moves forward and straddles Lance’s thighs, reaching down and wrapping his hand around him. Lance groans, bringing his hands up to run them up Tristan’s thighs.

The prince pumps his hand along Lance’s cock once, twice, then rubs his thumb over the head, precum dribbling out in response to his actions. But Tristan’s eyes were on Lance’s face, watching his reaction. “You’re more reactive than I expected.” Tristan admits, his voice husky and thick.

“That a bad thing?” Lance asks, trying to catch the breath that seemed hellbent on leaving him completely.

Tristan lets out a little giggle. “Not at all. The opposite, actually.” And then the prince is leaning down, his body sliding down Lance’s body slightly, his tongue shooting out and licking up Lance’s cock from base to tip in one quick motion.

“Fuck!” Lance’s hips buck up as he curses. One of his hands immediately tangles into the prince’s hair again as he looks down at him. “You know, you sure do look pretty like that.” He admits.

Tristan’s eyes shoot up to lock with Lance’s, a bright red flush blooming across his face at the compliment. Lance smirks at the obvious effect his words had. Definitely good to know. And then his train of thought completely shatters when Tristan’s lips wrap around him, the silver-haired man not holding back one bit as he moves his head further down. Lance lets his head fall back against his pillows as he pulls on Tristan’s hair, receiving a moan from the other man that Lance feels more than hears and he returns it with one of his own.

Tristan starts bobbing his head up and down and Lance lets out another curse. “Tristan.” He groans out. Hearing his name spill from the blonde’s lips seems to be something he greatly enjoys, as it only spurs him on, the man’s mouth moving a bit faster now.

Tristan’s free hand runs up and down Lance’s thigh a few times before stopping to settle on the dip of his hips, running his thumb over the spot in a way that’s almost the complete opposite of what his mouth is doing. Lance is panting now, his free hand gripping the fabric underneath him as Tristan continues his ministrations. He was getting close now, eight months worth of built up tension between the two as well as their make out session combined with Tristan’s clearly well-practiced mouth on him, it was all too much and he wouldn’t last much longer. And then the hand Tristan had on his hip trails up his torso and reaches for one of his nipples, pinching it between two of his fingers at the same time that Tristan stops at the head of his cock and sucks hard on it, and that’s all it takes. Lance cries out as he cums, his entire body tensing and his body arching upwards. Tristan hums against him, sucking softer and then stopping completely as Lance’s body finally relaxes again.

As Lance’s eyes finally open again, Tristan’s face is hovering right above his. Lance immediately wraps his arms around the prince’s waist as his weight settles over him, his legs on each side of Lance’s waist. Tristan slams his lips against Lance’s and neither of them have to prompt it this time, their tongues immediately finding each other and Lance realizes that Tristan had saved the taste of him on his tongue, sharing it with Lance now. Lance bites Tristan’s lip and then sucks on it slightly as he pulls away, causing him to let out a whimper as his still clothed cock pushes down against the blonde’s stomach.

“Do you have lube?” Tristan pants.

“Yeah,” He points at the dresser across from the end of his bed. “Top drawer. Condoms in there, too.”

Tristan is standing up before he finishes speaking, walking over to the dresser and opening the drawer. Lance sits up and moves back, leaning against his headboard. Tristan quickly finds the bottle of lube and a couple of condoms, taking one of them and tossing both items to Lance as he turns back around, who catches them. Then he unzips his own jeans as he walks back towards the bed, Lance watching him the whole way.

“You look nervous, Lance. Don’t tell me you aren’t gonna finish what you start.” Tristan says with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, I fully intend on seeing this through, don’t you worry.” He assures before letting a slightly sheepish grin form on his lips. “Just never actually been with a guy before.” He says honestly.

Tristan looks genuinely surprised at this, but he recovers quickly, his expression returning to what it was before but with, dare he say it, a hint of affection in his eyes. “Well, I don’t think I ever would’ve guessed.” He says, taking a moment to remove the rest of his clothes, leaving himself completely bare as he gets back on the bed. Lance’s eyes look over his form, enjoying every single part of the view.

Tristan continues the topic. “But in that case,” He says, placing himself in Lance’s lap. “I’ll just have to teach you a thing or two, won’t I, big boy?” He whispers.

Lance swallows thickly, the nickname doing exactly what he’s sure it was intended to. “Oh, you’re kinky as all hell, aren’t you?” He blurts out.

Tristan smirks. “You have no idea.”

“Of course. What have I gotten myself into?” Lance asks teasingly.

Tristan lets out that damn giggle again. “The best lay of your life, duh.” He rolls his eyes playfully.

“I could say the same to you.” It was Lance’s turn to smirk now as he grabs Tristan’s hips and pulls the two of them flush together, rolling his hips against the silverette’s.

Tristan gasps and moans, mimicking the motion. “Clearly you’re ready to go again.” He comments.

“With someone as stunning as you in my lap, how could I not be?” Lance questions.

That wonderful flush comes back, turning his already pink cheeks into a bright red. His expression turns into that same shy one as before and he doesn’t respond, instead reaching out besides him, bringing his hand back between them, the lube now in it. “Gimme your hand.” He tells him quietly, clearing his throat right after.

Lance holds back a snicker and does what he says, holding his hand out to him, palm facing up. Tristan holds his hand in place, leaving his fingers out and his palm empty. He flicks open the cap on the lube and turns it over, squeezing some of it into Lance’s hand before closing it and tossing it onto the bedside table closest to them.

“Now,” Tristan starts, dipping two of his fingers into the lube and then trailing them along Lance’s fingers, slowly spreading the liquid. “I suppose it’s not too different from fingering a girl. But boys don’t have g-spots or a-spots or anything like that. There’s just the-”

“The prostate, right?” Lance interrupts.

Tristan continues his slow covering of Lance’s hands with the lube as he looks at him his head tilted and eyes amused, just as Lance’s are. “Yes, that’s correct. However, I would appreciate it if you raised your hand next time, Mr. Antin.” Tristan scolds jokingly.

“My apologies, Mr. Liones.” Lance jokes back.

Tristan gives him a small smile. “Yes, the prostate. It’s not always the easiest to reach, but trust me, you’ll know once you’ve found it. Okay?”

“Okay. I think I can handle that.” Lance says, looking down at their hands as Tristan pushes the rest of the lube onto his fingers and intertwines his own fingers with Lance’s, using it as a way to spread the lube the rest of the way over his hand.

“Good.” And then he catches Lance’s eyes and starts guiding Lance’s hand down and around his back, moving down until he’s pressing the tip of one of Lance’s fingers to his entrance. “Start with one finger. Go slow at first.” He instructs quietly, biting his lip yet again.

Lance keeps his eyes trained on Tristan’s face as he slowly pushes his finger up and into him. The prince gasps softly, both of his hands coming up to grab hold of Lance’s shoulders. He keeps pushing his finger in slowly, all the way to his knuckle. Then he pulls it out just as slowly, before repeating the process a second time. Tristan’s lips part in a silent gasp, his entire body starting to quiver.

Lance pushes his finger into him a third time. “You doing okay?” He questions uncertainly.

Tristan nods quickly. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. It’s just been awhile.” He admits.

Lance nods as well in response, his hesitation gone. They stay like that for a few more minutes, Lance keeping his same slow pace, before he decides to speed up a little bit. Tristan groans, leaning forward and kissing over Lance’s shoulder until he reaches the junction between his shoulder and neck, working on adding another mark to the blonde’s skin.

After a few more thrusts of his finger, Tristan starts rolling his hips back to meet him halfway. “You can add another finger now.” Tristan breathes, sucking on the spot right below his ear. Lance does just that, pulling his finger out and going back in with two. He reaches for Tristan’s chin and tilts his head up so that Tristan is looking at him again. His eyes are cloudy with pleasure, his lips are chapped and swollen, his face is flushed red, and his hair is already an absolute mess. He looks incredible.

“Hey there, gorgeous.” He says softly. The red on the prince’s face darkens, just as Lance expects it to.

“You know, if you’re already trying to g-get a second night,” He rocks his hips back onto Lance’s fingers with a moan. “It’s w-working.” He informs him.

“Is that so? Is Prince Tristan really that easy?” He wonders teasingly.

Tristan moves his hips faster and Lance speeds up to match his pace. “Oh, not at all. O-only for y-you.” He says matter-of-factly.

“Well, I’m honored.” Lance replies, watching Tristan in wonder. The other man is now riding his fingers and gripping his shoulders tightly, and when Lance adds a third finger, he lets out a low hiss.

“Ooohhhh, yes.” The word is drawn out as the silverette’s head falls back, his face towards the ceiling. And then Lance pushes up right as Tristan comes down and the prince cries out, his nails digging into Lance’s shoulder.

“R-right there, you f-found it.” Tristan gasps out.

Lance repeats his actions, then, making sure he keeps the same angle and pushes just as deep as before. The man on top of him pants and squirms as he keeps meeting his fingers. “S-so good. Ngh, you’re so g-good.” He praises.

Lance keeps on hitting his prostate, watching as Tristan becomes a wanton mess of pants and whines. Lance feels his own body shaking with need, the sight Tristan makes very quickly becoming the only one he ever wants to see. None of his past sex partners could ever even compare to the man with long, silver hair and blue and green eyes crumbling right before his eyes. If something were to interrupt them right now, he doesn’t think he’d even care. If the world started to end right outside his window, he’d never even notice. His eyes are unable to look anywhere else but right at Tristan.

“H-hey, Lance?”

“Yeah?” Tristan is looking at Lance again now.

“I n-need you inside m-me. Right n-now. P-please.” He urges pleadingly.

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” Lance groans, pulling his fingers out of him, causing him to whimper at the loss. The blonde reaches beside him to grab the condom off the bed. He tears it open and tosses the packaging onto his bedside table, rolling the latex over his now aching cock.

He looks back up at Tristan. “Where do you wanna be?” He asks him.

“Just right here, sir.” Tristan says, looking at him through his lashes just like he did earlier that night, and his cock twitches, a wave of heat spreading over his entire body. Oh. Oh. Putting that away to figure out later.

“Works for me.” Lance says, his words a bit shaky. He runs his hands down Tristan’s back and over the curve of his ass, squeezing and then pulling him up.

Tristan falls forward against his chest with a gasp, reaching down to grab Lance’s cock and line it up with his own entrance. “Ready when you are.” He says breathlessly.

Without responding, Lance slowly pulls Tristan back down. The head of his cock pushes its way into him and the prince shudders against him as they both let out a long moan. Tristan inches his way down onto Lance’s cock until he’s fully seated before he stops, giving them both a moment to adjust and get used to the feeling. Lance, needing something to do with his hands, reaches in-between them to wrap his hand around Tristan’s neglected cock. It’s bright red and leaking, precum dripping onto Lance’s stomach.

Tristan’s hips buck slightly as the blonde pumps his fist a few times. “Fuck.”

“I agree.” Lance rasps, flicking his eyes between what his hand is doing and the expressions on Tristan’s face.

Tristan’s hands come up to cup the sides of Lance’s face and he leans forward to connect their lips, the kiss slow and deep. Lance returns it without hesitation, bringing his free hand up to slide across his cheek and into his hair. Their tongues slide against each other and for a moment, Lance gets lost in the kiss. And then Tristan starts to move on top of him and he nearly chokes.

“Oh.” Lance moans as Tristan pulls himself up slightly and then back down again, repeating the motion but moving higher as he does. “Oh, fuck.”

“Been awhile for you, too, huh?” Tristan asks in a strained voice, going for teasing but it’s half-hearted.

“Something like that.” Lance replies, only partly paying attention.

Tristan kisses his jaw. “Well you better not make me do all the work.” He remarks.

“Wasn’t planning on it. Just letting you set the pace.” Lance swipes his thumb over the head of Tristan’s cock as he speaks.

“The pace I’d like to set is you fucking me.” He groans out.

Lance breathes out a small laugh. “Your wish is my command, your majesty.”

Lance takes his hand that’s between them and wraps it around Tristan’s waist, holding him close as he pulls on the silverette’s hair hard enough to tilt his head back. As he trails kisses down his neck, he starts thrusting up into him, each thrust building up to a steady pace. Tristan wraps his arms around Lance’s back, his nails digging into the backs of his shoulders. Lance mouths along Tristan’s collarbone and down his chest, the prince’s hands sliding up and into his hair as his head moves down. The blonde flattens his tongue over one of Tristan’s nipples before sucking on it, his teeth grazing it slightly.

“S-shit, keep doing that.” Tristan demands, his hands pulling at Lance’s hair as he moves against him. Lance does as he’s told, switching to the other nipple and doing the same thing to it a few times before pulling away. He leans back and slides down the headboard slightly, allowing him to change the angle of his hips slightly. On his next thrust up, he pushes in deeper and hits that same spot as before, his prostate.

“Ah, fuck! Lance!” Tristan nearly sobs, his forehead pressing into Lance’s, their lips grazing with every pant and moan.

“Fuck, Tris.” Lance growls, picking up his pace as he keeps that same angle. He was getting close again and he could tell that Tristan was nearly there as well. The man looked absolutely wrecked and Lance wanted nothing more than to see him completely fall apart above him.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Lance asks him.

“So close.” Tristan gasps, bouncing on his lap.

Lance speeds up, pounding up into him. “Yeah?” He reaches between them and grabs his cock again, pumping his fist in time with his thrusts. “You gonna cum with me, baby?”

“Ngh, yes. Gods, yes.” Tristan whines loudly.

“Good.” Lance grunts.

The two of them are moving together in sync and after a few more thrusts, they both come undone with a shout of each other’s name, Lance forcing his eyes to stay open through his orgasm so that he can watch Tristan. The prince’s eyes are squeezed shut tightly, his mouth open in a silent cry and he’s gripping onto Lance hard enough to leave bruises in his skin, not that he’s complaining. His entire body is tensed up, much like Lance’s own, and his back is arched. Once function starts to return to his body, he gives a few more soft thrusts as they slowly come down from their high.

“Shit.” Tristan curses shakily under his breath. Lance doesn’t respond. Instead, he connects their lips in a quick, rough kiss, despite the lack of oxygen in their lungs currently.

They both pull back again as Tristan slowly lifts himself up and off of Lance’s now softening cock. Lance pulls the condom off of himself carefully and ties it, placing it in it’s previous packaging and then throwing it away in the small trashcan beside his bed. Tristan reaches down and grabs something off of the floor and when he sits back up, Lance sees that it’s the blue tank top he was wearing earlier. He uses it to wipe his own cum off both of their torsos and then Lance takes it from him and tosses the shirt in the direction of his laundry basket.

Lance lifts his hips up in order to tug the comforter free from beneath him, the both of them adjusting until they can get underneath the covers. Tristan gives Lance a kiss that’s slow and sweet before settling with his head against the blonde’s chest and his arms wrapped around his waist. Lance wraps his own arms around the prince and their legs tangle together. He runs his hand through Tristan’s hair a few times and the silverette makes a happy little sound as he leans into the touch, causing Lance to lean down and kiss the top of his head. Both of them are exhausted, and soon enough, they’re drifting off into a deep sleep.

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A/N: How was it??? Please tell me your thoughts, I love hearing them sm!!!! I’m super happy with how this chapter came out and I hope you guys are, too!!!

Do you want me to continue this as a series?? If so, what would you guys like to see in this AU going forward?? What situations would you wanna see?? What would you want me to focus on?? Etc.??

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I also want to say that these moments were not in the manga, and I was very pleased that such a thing was added in the anime. Because it shows even more how much Grandpa Percy's love for him! 😭 .

. Also I would like to point out that Percy lived alone on God's finger for a few days, which again was not shown in the manga. And I think you've realised by now that this also made me cry…..

Tristan Liones!

After timeskip in demon mode!

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Percy, where do you stick your hand? 🧐😏

NEW SPOILEERS!

First of all! This is soo cuuute! Zel and little Percy! 😭😭😭

Second of all!!! That's a name! Who is Jeldoh? ISN'T THAT THEIR BABY?! Because baby Percy gave that very name, which could mean that Percy met him/her when he fell into the demon world!

Shit!

I want to see him/her soon! 😖

Whew...

My deepest apologies for being late for Valentine's Day! 😖😔

I just really wanted to bring you some Trilance content!

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🌵 Please enjoy! 🌵 😌

And once again!

Happy valentine's day! 😉

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+ A little headcanon:

Tristan keeps forcing Lance to wear warm clothes, particularly a hat, despite the latter claiming that he can turn into any animal with warm fur.

But they agree on winter fur headphones...😅😊

Wait a minute. Ironside knew that Percy the Immortal wanted to salt Diodra's soul into his body. But then why did he seriously think he killed Percival in the first chapter? 🤔