[ He hated alphas who were only concerned with getting an omega on their knot, or a beta if they couldn't find an omega who'd take them. They were the worst sort and he'd had to knock a couple heads together more than once to make sure that the alphas knew that they wouldn't tolerate that kind of shit when it came to the Garrison.
He's sure not to make the same mistakes, here. Lance deserves better than that; if he's going to do this with Shiro, he can damn well make sure that Lance enjoys it, every single bit of it, especially given all the -- what, surprises? Unanticipated side-effects? He's not sure what the term is. He does know what his duty is, though, even if he's not fully alpha anymore. ]
Shh, it's fine.
[ Though he's not sure what Lance is apologizing for, it doesn't matter. He doesn't need to apologize, not when he's warm and willing and tossing that ridiculous robe off and away so that Shiro has unlimited access to all the tanned skin he could hope to touch and lick and taste. It's sweet Lance seems to think he's panicking because of this, rather than that this-- heat, rut, whatever, is so strong that he's worried it'll overwhelm his thinking.
Lance comes quickly and Shiro's terribly pleased, not thinking to warn as he places a hand straight against his chest and shoves him down onto the bed, pulling with his other hand - a little come-wet, but that's probably not the worst thing to worry about here - on his thigh, leg, tugging him. It's graceless, but he makes sure Lance doesn't fall on his knees or bend his legs weird and then dives directly after him to start cleaning up the mess on his hand and belly, returning the favor. The scent of come mixed with Lance's slick is good, but his own body can't stop reminding him how good he would smell if it were Shiro's come mixed with Lance's wetness.
Shuddering out a breath, he mouths a kiss to his thigh when it's done and then debates manhandling him to face down and decides against it. Instead, he grabs at Lance's thighs and pulls him up until he's got only his shoulderblades on the bed. His lower back rests against Shiro's belly and the tops of his thighs and his legs are draped over his shoulders. It gives him perfect access to the wetness smeared there, lets him duck his head down and lick over his twitching hole. Next time, he thinks, he'll build up to it. Right now, he buries his face and eats him out with almost vicious enthusiasm. The hand that's not being used to hold Lance's chest and keep him in place shifts to his dick, jerking him off while he fucks his tongue into Lance. ]
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He's sure not to make the same mistakes, here. Lance deserves better than that; if he's going to do this with Shiro, he can damn well make sure that Lance enjoys it, every single bit of it, especially given all the -- what, surprises? Unanticipated side-effects? He's not sure what the term is. He does know what his duty is, though, even if he's not fully alpha anymore. ]
Shh, it's fine.
[ Though he's not sure what Lance is apologizing for, it doesn't matter. He doesn't need to apologize, not when he's warm and willing and tossing that ridiculous robe off and away so that Shiro has unlimited access to all the tanned skin he could hope to touch and lick and taste. It's sweet Lance seems to think he's panicking because of this, rather than that this-- heat, rut, whatever, is so strong that he's worried it'll overwhelm his thinking.
Lance comes quickly and Shiro's terribly pleased, not thinking to warn as he places a hand straight against his chest and shoves him down onto the bed, pulling with his other hand - a little come-wet, but that's probably not the worst thing to worry about here - on his thigh, leg, tugging him. It's graceless, but he makes sure Lance doesn't fall on his knees or bend his legs weird and then dives directly after him to start cleaning up the mess on his hand and belly, returning the favor. The scent of come mixed with Lance's slick is good, but his own body can't stop reminding him how good he would smell if it were Shiro's come mixed with Lance's wetness.
Shuddering out a breath, he mouths a kiss to his thigh when it's done and then debates manhandling him to face down and decides against it. Instead, he grabs at Lance's thighs and pulls him up until he's got only his shoulderblades on the bed. His lower back rests against Shiro's belly and the tops of his thighs and his legs are draped over his shoulders. It gives him perfect access to the wetness smeared there, lets him duck his head down and lick over his twitching hole. Next time, he thinks, he'll build up to it. Right now, he buries his face and eats him out with almost vicious enthusiasm. The hand that's not being used to hold Lance's chest and keep him in place shifts to his dick, jerking him off while he fucks his tongue into Lance. ]