[ lance certainly isn't, as all possible intelligent thought has gone out the window at first actual taste of shiro on his tongue. pheromones are a big part of cycles, obviously, but fluid exchange seals the deal. if lance and shiro were incompatible they would find each other's scent off-putting and taste intolerable, but shiro tastes perfect to him, something he wants to lap up like a cat given a dish of cream. he nuzzles against shiro's slightly softened dick affectionately and licks over it with the flat of his tongue, cleaning up the mess and nibbling at the piercings. he'd be embarrassed about his own enthusiasm if he were thinking straight, as this isn't how anyone gives a blowjob (also, he'd be boggling at the sheer amount of metal there seems to be in shiro's dick), but all he can focus on is the clean, sharp taste of shiro's healthy and fertile seed. whatever weirdness is in his scent either hasn't carried over into the taste of his come or lance is too gone to sense it.
once shiro has been licked clean lance is free to focus on the fat droplets still oozing from his slit, and he suckles the head gently, eyes half-closed and a contented noise rumbling up through his chest and vibrating through his throat. his hips are rocking absently against the bed, rubbing himself into the sheets. ]
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once shiro has been licked clean lance is free to focus on the fat droplets still oozing from his slit, and he suckles the head gently, eyes half-closed and a contented noise rumbling up through his chest and vibrating through his throat. his hips are rocking absently against the bed, rubbing himself into the sheets. ]