[ lance makes a whine of protest when he's dragged away from shiro's dick, not understanding for a moment-- is he doing it wrong? does shiro not want him? he'd heard about-- had been warned about-- alphas who didn't like doing anything that wasn't shoving their cock into a wet hole and knotting it, focused entirely on breeding. there were alphas who didn't believe in kissing. shiro had never seemed like that type, but people were different during their ruts or heats, and lance has the hysterical thought all of a sudden that he doesn't care, he'd want whatever shiro wanted, it didn't matter if he was never kissed if that was what made his alpha happy...
but then he is being kissed, aggressively and thoroughly, and it's like taking a breath of air after being underwater. of course shiro isn't like that, and lance can't let him be like that, and lance can't lose himself here. shiro is depending on him. he swallows shakily, blinking. ]
S-sorry, I didn't, I haven't--
[ done this before. no, he probably shouldn't say that out loud. he shuts his mouth on the words and quickly moves into the position shiro is asking for, breathing deeply and trying to think calming thoughts. shiro's naked and lance decides it's high time to join him, stripping off the flimsy robe and tossing it away somewhere, leaving his (regular, ordinary, non-pierced) cock hard and wet between his thighs. if he were less worked up he'd be embarrassed about it, but it's honestly a secondary concern right now when shiro drops his head to lance's shoulder, and it seems natural to wind his arms around shiro's broad shoulders. he sets his jaw where shiro can't see it and tightens the embrace. ]
[ now he's not so much comforting as clinging to shiro's shoulders, breath shuddering in and out of his lungs in time with every slow tug on his cock. ]
Oh shit, oh shit, I'm, I'm gonna-- mmm. [ the kiss swallows the sounds he's making, the warning he's trying to give, and it's not more than one or two more strokes before he's coming all over shiro's hand like the teenager he is, moaning. ]
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but then he is being kissed, aggressively and thoroughly, and it's like taking a breath of air after being underwater. of course shiro isn't like that, and lance can't let him be like that, and lance can't lose himself here. shiro is depending on him. he swallows shakily, blinking. ]
S-sorry, I didn't, I haven't--
[ done this before. no, he probably shouldn't say that out loud. he shuts his mouth on the words and quickly moves into the position shiro is asking for, breathing deeply and trying to think calming thoughts. shiro's naked and lance decides it's high time to join him, stripping off the flimsy robe and tossing it away somewhere, leaving his (regular, ordinary, non-pierced) cock hard and wet between his thighs. if he were less worked up he'd be embarrassed about it, but it's honestly a secondary concern right now when shiro drops his head to lance's shoulder, and it seems natural to wind his arms around shiro's broad shoulders. he sets his jaw where shiro can't see it and tightens the embrace. ]
Anything you want. I've got you, alright, everything's okay-- oh, oh fuck, Shiro...
[ now he's not so much comforting as clinging to shiro's shoulders, breath shuddering in and out of his lungs in time with every slow tug on his cock. ]
Oh shit, oh shit, I'm, I'm gonna-- mmm. [ the kiss swallows the sounds he's making, the warning he's trying to give, and it's not more than one or two more strokes before he's coming all over shiro's hand like the teenager he is, moaning. ]