[ He has to trust that Lance knows what he's doing here, because Shiro instantly feels like he sure as hell doesn't. He's caught between two instincts, and while he knows that he's got a beta here and some part of him is mollified, it's -- it's still Lance. The last thing he wants to do is for this to come off as if he's just using Lance for this and is then going to discard him or be strange around him afterward.
They'd have to talk, of course, but they'd dealt with worse. ] I don't know, Lance. [ Shiro catches the bottle of water and stands there, just a few feet away, trembling with the urge to get over there and press himself against every inch of Lance's skin. He knows it's coming eventually. Between Lance's skimpy robe and Shiro's boxers and tank top, they're both not wearing much and both sides of him are happy for that. ]
I don't even know what I need.
[ This isn't exactly an experience he's familiar with here. He feels himself get slicker at the idea of both - at knotting Lance, but also at the idea of him taking control from Shiro for a little while, so everything didn't rest on him for just a little while. It doesn't matter, is what it boils down to. Shiro uncaps the bottle and takes a long drink, drains half of it and then caps it and settles it near the bed. He's nearly shaking with holding back from touching him, but every move is deliberate, intentional. Whatever the Galra did to him, he's not going to lose control. He's better than that.
Each step feels like it takes a thousand years to complete, but soon enough he's got Lance nudged up against the wall and has a hand cupping his face and the other at his waist. He angles Lance in for a kiss and nudges Lance's hips up just so, giving him a slight boost so their cocks graze against each other and Shiro can push a thigh between his legs. It takes two tries between long, filthy kisses, but he manages: ] We won't do anything that you don't want.
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They'd have to talk, of course, but they'd dealt with worse. ] I don't know, Lance. [ Shiro catches the bottle of water and stands there, just a few feet away, trembling with the urge to get over there and press himself against every inch of Lance's skin. He knows it's coming eventually. Between Lance's skimpy robe and Shiro's boxers and tank top, they're both not wearing much and both sides of him are happy for that. ]
I don't even know what I need.
[ This isn't exactly an experience he's familiar with here. He feels himself get slicker at the idea of both - at knotting Lance, but also at the idea of him taking control from Shiro for a little while, so everything didn't rest on him for just a little while. It doesn't matter, is what it boils down to. Shiro uncaps the bottle and takes a long drink, drains half of it and then caps it and settles it near the bed. He's nearly shaking with holding back from touching him, but every move is deliberate, intentional. Whatever the Galra did to him, he's not going to lose control. He's better than that.
Each step feels like it takes a thousand years to complete, but soon enough he's got Lance nudged up against the wall and has a hand cupping his face and the other at his waist. He angles Lance in for a kiss and nudges Lance's hips up just so, giving him a slight boost so their cocks graze against each other and Shiro can push a thigh between his legs. It takes two tries between long, filthy kisses, but he manages: ] We won't do anything that you don't want.