[ WOW WHAT THE HELL. he's too stunned from the kiss to register what's happening, but suddenly he's back out in the hallway staring at a locked door, panting, a raging hard on tenting his pants and no shiro.
then he spends a good five minutes exploding in protest, yelling at the door and at shiro. at first he's desperate to be let back in but slowly, as the cooler air of the hallway sweeps away the heat scent that had been driving him wild, he falls back into irritation, fuming. shiro can't push teamwork on them all constantly and then pull back and isolate himself during an emergency like this-- and fucking great, lance is definitely in the first stages of his own triggered heat. he's hard and wet both, his hole twitching hungrily for something to fill it, and the brush of fabric against his straining dick makes him hiss with every motion as he stalks back to his own room to fucking pack the basic fucking things that anyone needs in a heat or rut. water, rations, lube. towels. a ton of extra sheets. some extra clothes from shiro's room, soft altean robe things perfect for easy access and tossing aside.
it's better to focus on being mad. if he stops being mad he'll start focusing on the physical reality of shiro rejecting him, even temporarily. lance could run off in the blue lion and try to go find keith and not come back to the castle until shiro's heat was completely over, but it won't change the fact that lance's body had latched onto shiro. this is going to keep happening, would maybe keep happening even if he and shiro both went on a million suppressants right now. there's just not enough people around for lance to get fixated on someone else, breaking his imprint on shiro-- unless keith went into rut.
which is not really a better option.
he messages hunk and pidge (angrily) and tells them he's got stuff to do for probably the next twenty-four hours and nobody should bother him etc. he shuts off the comm frequency while they explode into questions, counting on them to figure it the fuck out and also inform allura and coran (or keep allura and coran away). hopefully there won't be any galra attacks or other emergencies because nobody's going to be forming voltron with shiro in this state. he also throws himself in the shower and scrubs every fucking inch, jacks off furiously to try and get his dick to behave (it doesn't) and fingers himself to two trembling orgasms, braced against the shower wall with a forearm and angrily wishing for shiro.
then it's two hours gone by. his hair is still damp, dressed in a short altean robe that only hangs to mid-thigh, looking suspiciously like a silky dressing gown. the long shower would've helped dispel some of his needy scent, but he's still sporting a semi under the silky fabric, lifting it obscenely and obviously, and... well, he's not wearing anything underneath the robe. shiro will be able to smell how wet he is.
lance shoulders his pack of supplies and keys in the code to message just that room. ]
I'm coming over. [ he can hear the mulish stubbornness in his own voice. ] So you'd better open the door, okay, or I'll ask Allura to override all the locks.
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then he spends a good five minutes exploding in protest, yelling at the door and at shiro. at first he's desperate to be let back in but slowly, as the cooler air of the hallway sweeps away the heat scent that had been driving him wild, he falls back into irritation, fuming. shiro can't push teamwork on them all constantly and then pull back and isolate himself during an emergency like this-- and fucking great, lance is definitely in the first stages of his own triggered heat. he's hard and wet both, his hole twitching hungrily for something to fill it, and the brush of fabric against his straining dick makes him hiss with every motion as he stalks back to his own room to fucking pack the basic fucking things that anyone needs in a heat or rut. water, rations, lube. towels. a ton of extra sheets. some extra clothes from shiro's room, soft altean robe things perfect for easy access and tossing aside.
it's better to focus on being mad. if he stops being mad he'll start focusing on the physical reality of shiro rejecting him, even temporarily. lance could run off in the blue lion and try to go find keith and not come back to the castle until shiro's heat was completely over, but it won't change the fact that lance's body had latched onto shiro. this is going to keep happening, would maybe keep happening even if he and shiro both went on a million suppressants right now. there's just not enough people around for lance to get fixated on someone else, breaking his imprint on shiro-- unless keith went into rut.
which is not really a better option.
he messages hunk and pidge (angrily) and tells them he's got stuff to do for probably the next twenty-four hours and nobody should bother him etc. he shuts off the comm frequency while they explode into questions, counting on them to figure it the fuck out and also inform allura and coran (or keep allura and coran away). hopefully there won't be any galra attacks or other emergencies because nobody's going to be forming voltron with shiro in this state. he also throws himself in the shower and scrubs every fucking inch, jacks off furiously to try and get his dick to behave (it doesn't) and fingers himself to two trembling orgasms, braced against the shower wall with a forearm and angrily wishing for shiro.
then it's two hours gone by. his hair is still damp, dressed in a short altean robe that only hangs to mid-thigh, looking suspiciously like a silky dressing gown. the long shower would've helped dispel some of his needy scent, but he's still sporting a semi under the silky fabric, lifting it obscenely and obviously, and... well, he's not wearing anything underneath the robe. shiro will be able to smell how wet he is.
lance shoulders his pack of supplies and keys in the code to message just that room. ]
I'm coming over. [ he can hear the mulish stubbornness in his own voice. ] So you'd better open the door, okay, or I'll ask Allura to override all the locks.