[ this is it, this is how lance dies. takashi shirogane running big, possessive hands up his chest, making his nipples peak instantly, saying that he needs lance, saying that he wants lance to touch him--
and then shiro's tanktop is gone and there are muscles for days and also scars and twin flashes of metal that make his cock jump against shiro's and his eyes go wide as saucers. his hands are there immediately, sort of reverently framing shiro's pecs as he stares at the heavy silver rings strung through each nipple.
he immediately wants them in his mouth. his lips actually part just thinking of it, and he swallows hard, dragging his eyes back to shiro's with a hungry, yearning look on his face. ]
Do they hurt? Can I touch them? I didn't know you had anything like this, they're so--
[ he trails off, getting mesmerized just looking at them again, and he doesn't seem to realize that he's just standing there cupping and kneading shiro's chest reflexively, staring at his piercings like a naive virgin. ]
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and then shiro's tanktop is gone and there are muscles for days and also scars and twin flashes of metal that make his cock jump against shiro's and his eyes go wide as saucers. his hands are there immediately, sort of reverently framing shiro's pecs as he stares at the heavy silver rings strung through each nipple.
he immediately wants them in his mouth. his lips actually part just thinking of it, and he swallows hard, dragging his eyes back to shiro's with a hungry, yearning look on his face. ]
Do they hurt? Can I touch them? I didn't know you had anything like this, they're so--
[ he trails off, getting mesmerized just looking at them again, and he doesn't seem to realize that he's just standing there cupping and kneading shiro's chest reflexively, staring at his piercings like a naive virgin. ]