[ It's too fucking much and he can't handle it. Shiro sinks back against the bed, limp for a moment as he tries to process everything. A rut's overwhelming on its own but combined with a heat and the fact that it's been ages since he's had it and hasn't slept with anyone recently -- it's too much.
He has to take time to catch his breath and then just like that it's gone again because Lance has somehow slithered down and has his mouth pressed against the firm line of his dick through his boxers. Any other time, it'd be too much, he'd need time to recover but right now he pushes his hips up eagerly and lets out a soft breath, hooking a his human hand in Lance's hair while his other starts shoving down his boxers.
It takes some creative wiggling with Lance right there, but he manages to get them off mostly, onto one leg, hanging off his ankle. His dick is wet with precome and come and it's messy, but he doesn't think he or Lance are in the right mind to actively give a shit right now. ]
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He has to take time to catch his breath and then just like that it's gone again because Lance has somehow slithered down and has his mouth pressed against the firm line of his dick through his boxers. Any other time, it'd be too much, he'd need time to recover but right now he pushes his hips up eagerly and lets out a soft breath, hooking a his human hand in Lance's hair while his other starts shoving down his boxers.
It takes some creative wiggling with Lance right there, but he manages to get them off mostly, onto one leg, hanging off his ankle. His dick is wet with precome and come and it's messy, but he doesn't think he or Lance are in the right mind to actively give a shit right now. ]