[ lance would sure as hell be panicking if he were to suddenly go into the opposite thing of the thing he's expecting, ok, he's just assuming. shiro doesn't let them see things like panic anyway. he'd run off and locked himself away before any of them could find out that he was like this, presumably out of some dumb instinct to protect them or spare them or whatever, and he wants to-- he wants to make sure that shiro knows that it's okay. that the team is there for him.
or that lance is here for his dick, whatever. shiro needs it and lance can give it (wants to give it) and that's the important thing, right? even keith can't do this for shiro.
anyway orgasm always leaves him kinda limp and useless, all the things in his brain gratifyingly shutting off for a few minutes, which is why he doesn't quite realize at first that shiro is-- cleaning him up, oh god, he can't handle this, he is never going to be able to look at shiro ever again without popping wood, keith is going to murder him.
even though he's just come it won't take him long to get hard again, between his own teenage hormones and shiro's heat having pulled him into a sympathy cycle. he can smell his own heat mixed in with shiro's scent, now, a fainter version of an omega's overwhelming sweetness signalling his fertility and readiness to be bred. being flipped onto his stomach is something he would've expected but shiro manhandles him up, his legs over shiro's shoulders and god, he hadn't realized-- okay he'd known but he hadn't really known how strong shiro was, that he can lift lance almost all the way off the bed like it's nothing, alpha strength on full display. he opens his mouth to say something and then honest to god squeals as shiro licks him there, his hips bucking helplessly against the iron hold. he clutches wildly at the bed and at shiro, trying to find something to hold onto, but all he can really do is tip his head back against the sheets and make horrible embarrassing noises as shiro's tongue fucks into him. he's never, he's heard of this before but he's never done it or had it done to him, he'd never pictured shiro or any alpha licking him and it feels so fucking good he might actually die. his hips squirm and writhe without any direction from him and he wishes wildly that he could push back into it, that he could grab shiro's hair and hold his mouth there--
oh. well. he's grabbed shiro's hair and is holding his mouth there, trying to press it harder against his needy grasping hole, and all the while there are words falling out of his mouth that he can barely hear, cuss words and please in spanish and broken, choked off noises that aren't words at all, just helpless begging sounds. ]
[ he's so fucking wet, he can feel it on his thighs and dripping down his stomach from being held up like this, and he thinks he might actually be tearing up as his cock fills out under shiro's fingers, drooling down towards his chest. ]
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or that lance is here for his dick, whatever. shiro needs it and lance can give it (wants to give it) and that's the important thing, right? even keith can't do this for shiro.
anyway orgasm always leaves him kinda limp and useless, all the things in his brain gratifyingly shutting off for a few minutes, which is why he doesn't quite realize at first that shiro is-- cleaning him up, oh god, he can't handle this, he is never going to be able to look at shiro ever again without popping wood, keith is going to murder him.
even though he's just come it won't take him long to get hard again, between his own teenage hormones and shiro's heat having pulled him into a sympathy cycle. he can smell his own heat mixed in with shiro's scent, now, a fainter version of an omega's overwhelming sweetness signalling his fertility and readiness to be bred. being flipped onto his stomach is something he would've expected but shiro manhandles him up, his legs over shiro's shoulders and god, he hadn't realized-- okay he'd known but he hadn't really known how strong shiro was, that he can lift lance almost all the way off the bed like it's nothing, alpha strength on full display. he opens his mouth to say something and then honest to god squeals as shiro licks him there, his hips bucking helplessly against the iron hold. he clutches wildly at the bed and at shiro, trying to find something to hold onto, but all he can really do is tip his head back against the sheets and make horrible embarrassing noises as shiro's tongue fucks into him. he's never, he's heard of this before but he's never done it or had it done to him, he'd never pictured shiro or any alpha licking him and it feels so fucking good he might actually die. his hips squirm and writhe without any direction from him and he wishes wildly that he could push back into it, that he could grab shiro's hair and hold his mouth there--
oh. well. he's grabbed shiro's hair and is holding his mouth there, trying to press it harder against his needy grasping hole, and all the while there are words falling out of his mouth that he can barely hear, cuss words and please in spanish and broken, choked off noises that aren't words at all, just helpless begging sounds. ]
Oh god, oh, oh, oh god, oh fuck, Shiro, Shiro, Shiro please--
[ he's so fucking wet, he can feel it on his thighs and dripping down his stomach from being held up like this, and he thinks he might actually be tearing up as his cock fills out under shiro's fingers, drooling down towards his chest. ]