[ He ought to ask, ought to check in each step of the way but he can't seem to stop himself, and he has to trust that Lance is going to be able to articulate his own wants and dislikes, if he needs to. There's a single-mindedness to Shiro's actions - he just wants Lance to get off, wants him to enjoy himself because he didn't ask to get pulled into his own cycle.
If anything, they were relieved not to be on them for the most part, simply because it proved inconvenient when you had other things you both needed and wanted to do.
He doesn't seem upset, though. He smells interested, needy, and the noises he makes when Shiro licks over him are promising, at the very least. He can't get over how good Lance smells, either. Maybe it's partially due to this heat/rut mix, but it doesn't really matter. Lance tastes and smells good, masculine, if that had a smell.
Lance's cock leaks all over when he palms it, too, between that and Shiro licking over his twitching hole, dipping his tongue in intermittently, he knows he can get Lance there again, wants him to come all over his chest so Shiro can clean it off. He sounds good begging and he's so wet that the noises are soft, but audible as Shiro licks him, dragging his tongue over his balls every so often. Eventually, even he has to breathe so he busies himself with biting and licking over Lance's thighs while he jerks him off, shivering. ]
You're being so good for me, Lance. [ He's just stabbing out there, but given how badly Lance wants to seem to impress him at some points, he's figuring this isn't going to go totally awry. After a beat of hesitation, weighing the words, not sure if he should say them, he tries: ] Can you come again for me?
[ His hand tightens just a touch, wrist twisting at the end of each stroke up, ducking his head back down to lick back into him, slower, more deliberate, well aware of the noises now. ]
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If anything, they were relieved not to be on them for the most part, simply because it proved inconvenient when you had other things you both needed and wanted to do.
He doesn't seem upset, though. He smells interested, needy, and the noises he makes when Shiro licks over him are promising, at the very least. He can't get over how good Lance smells, either. Maybe it's partially due to this heat/rut mix, but it doesn't really matter. Lance tastes and smells good, masculine, if that had a smell.
Lance's cock leaks all over when he palms it, too, between that and Shiro licking over his twitching hole, dipping his tongue in intermittently, he knows he can get Lance there again, wants him to come all over his chest so Shiro can clean it off. He sounds good begging and he's so wet that the noises are soft, but audible as Shiro licks him, dragging his tongue over his balls every so often. Eventually, even he has to breathe so he busies himself with biting and licking over Lance's thighs while he jerks him off, shivering. ]
You're being so good for me, Lance. [ He's just stabbing out there, but given how badly Lance wants to seem to impress him at some points, he's figuring this isn't going to go totally awry. After a beat of hesitation, weighing the words, not sure if he should say them, he tries: ] Can you come again for me?
[ His hand tightens just a touch, wrist twisting at the end of each stroke up, ducking his head back down to lick back into him, slower, more deliberate, well aware of the noises now. ]