[ they've already flown through a wormhole to the far ends of the universe and spend their time fighting aliens in magic space lion robots. this isn't nearly as unknown and scary. maybe it should be? maybe it should be terrifying that there's something wrong with shiro's body, that it could be infectious, that it could be deliberate. what would another alpha have done, presented with an alpha that mimicked an omega? rejected him, gotten into a fight, tried to dominate him like a regular omega? even an older, more experienced beta might have balked at getting into something so out of the ordinary.
fortunately, no one has ever accused lance of being too cautious or unwilling to take risks. he can feel the way shiro is holding himself back, and also that the dam is about to break at any second. ]
You need me, [ he insists in a burst of daring, and then he's being carefully backed against the wall and oh, the heat of shiro's hand on his skin is ridiculous for how it makes his pulse speed up, his eyes going helplessly wide and then sliding shut to better concentrate on the feeling. a two hour absence has only made the strangeness of shiro's scent more prominent, unsettling, but he wants it anyway. he throws his arms clumsily around shiro's neck, hanging off him, panting into their kiss and letting shiro do whatever the hell he wants to position him, happy to spread his legs.
by the time shiro speaks again his eyes are glazed, lips still parted, and there's a slowly growing damp spot on the front of his robe where his cock is rubbing deliciously against shiro's, hard and hot behind the layer of silk. he barely hears what shiro's saying, and anyway the thought of anything lance doesn't want is ridiculous. ]
Take this off, [ he mumbles, tugging at the hem of shiro's tanktop. ] That's what I want. I wanna-- I wanna feel you, I wanna touch you.
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fortunately, no one has ever accused lance of being too cautious or unwilling to take risks. he can feel the way shiro is holding himself back, and also that the dam is about to break at any second. ]
You need me, [ he insists in a burst of daring, and then he's being carefully backed against the wall and oh, the heat of shiro's hand on his skin is ridiculous for how it makes his pulse speed up, his eyes going helplessly wide and then sliding shut to better concentrate on the feeling. a two hour absence has only made the strangeness of shiro's scent more prominent, unsettling, but he wants it anyway. he throws his arms clumsily around shiro's neck, hanging off him, panting into their kiss and letting shiro do whatever the hell he wants to position him, happy to spread his legs.
by the time shiro speaks again his eyes are glazed, lips still parted, and there's a slowly growing damp spot on the front of his robe where his cock is rubbing deliciously against shiro's, hard and hot behind the layer of silk. he barely hears what shiro's saying, and anyway the thought of anything lance doesn't want is ridiculous. ]
Take this off, [ he mumbles, tugging at the hem of shiro's tanktop. ] That's what I want. I wanna-- I wanna feel you, I wanna touch you.