[ In this moment, he doesn't necessarily crave an alpha, he just wants -- something. Anything, because it's been too long and he should have known better than to just assume that it wouldn't pop up right at the time most inconvenient for all of them. He needs to lead the team - needs to fight the Galra and he can't, not like this. It's unlikely they'll attack after being so soundly defeated before but that doesn't mean it's not in the back of his head, an awful consistent presence that he can't shake. They're going to come for them sooner or later and it's Shiro's job as leader to make sure they're ready.
Nothing really matters right then, though. Not the Galra, not the fact that Keith is gone, nothing but the fact that Lance is there and he smells like he's ready, like he wants it.
Shiro breathes out a groan, the tail end of it fluttering away into a tremble that shakes his whole body because despite everything he can smell Lance's want for him. There's no mistaking it for anything else than what it is and he thinks he ought to be concerned about it but mostly it's just this awful, aching want that doesn't feel anything like a rut. Whatever the Galra did to him fucked everything up, biologically, physically. It didn't matter. ]
No. No, no, shit. [ He has to think, has to get his mind unfogged. Gently, he pries Lance away from him and every inch of him protests it because there's a beta ready and willing for him. Instead, he forces himself back and presses a hand to the curve of Lance's cheek and kisses him, long and wet and filthy. When he draws back, his head isn't any more clear but his resolve is. ] Two hours. Come down from -- this. Message me on the comms if you still - want it.
[ And before Lance can reply, Shiro's bodily moving him out of the door, depositing him and sweeping back in. It locks solidly behind him. ]
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Nothing really matters right then, though. Not the Galra, not the fact that Keith is gone, nothing but the fact that Lance is there and he smells like he's ready, like he wants it.
Shiro breathes out a groan, the tail end of it fluttering away into a tremble that shakes his whole body because despite everything he can smell Lance's want for him. There's no mistaking it for anything else than what it is and he thinks he ought to be concerned about it but mostly it's just this awful, aching want that doesn't feel anything like a rut. Whatever the Galra did to him fucked everything up, biologically, physically. It didn't matter. ]
No. No, no, shit. [ He has to think, has to get his mind unfogged. Gently, he pries Lance away from him and every inch of him protests it because there's a beta ready and willing for him. Instead, he forces himself back and presses a hand to the curve of Lance's cheek and kisses him, long and wet and filthy. When he draws back, his head isn't any more clear but his resolve is. ] Two hours. Come down from -- this. Message me on the comms if you still - want it.
[ And before Lance can reply, Shiro's bodily moving him out of the door, depositing him and sweeping back in. It locks solidly behind him. ]