[ WOW OK ok he's fine, he's cool, he's definitely not making embarrassing squeaking noises and clutching shiro's shoulders as he's moved. he is bright fucking red by the time they're back on the bed together, because now he's in shiro's lap with his short robe rucked up even higher on his thighs and shiro will be able to feel that he's wet enough to leave a damp spot soaked into shiro's boxers. lance can feel just how huge and rigid shiro's cock is underneath him too. it feels impossibly larger than his own.

that's going to be inside him before they're done here. the thought keeps sparking and fizzing in his brain, equal parts giddy and terrified. he grinds down against it in a sort of helpless panic, enough to feel the head of it catch against him and god, he's getting shiro's dick wet right through the fabric of the boxers, he's making a mess all over him and he can't stop himself. the beta in him still wants to take care of shiro and make sure that he has everything he needs to get through this heat, but the reality of that is probably going to be lance with his face shoved in the mattress and his ass in the air and shiro behind him, driving into him mercilessly.

better not to dwell on that, though, he also figures by the time it happens he'll probably be sobbing for it the way all the betas and omegas in trashy videos do. alphas like that, apparently, and shiro's still an alpha even if he's having a weird time right now. he shivers at the hand in his hair, by how much sheer fucking space on lance's skull that palm covers, and bends down to latch onto the other nipple, this time sucking much harder in response to his own nerves. ]