[ if anything, it's shiro saying his name like that that makes him shudder uncontrollably. warm and approving and pleased, maybe even fond. he and shiro don't have the same kind of connection that keith and pidge have to him, and he knows... he gets it, okay, he knows that he hasn't really been a stellar of example of courage or skill or strength or intelligence. he's done embarrassing shit. he got blown up once and everybody had to save him. he got tied to a tree. he fights with keith, obviously the favorite, and he hadn't really been pidge's boon companion at the academy, so it's not even that he did anything to protect the remaining members of the holt family, which shiro clearly feels a responsibility for. pidge had always looked after herself. lance hasn't been a very supportive beta to anyone, mostly because he hated the cliche of the supportive beta. it suddenly seems more important in front of an alpha that he desperately wants to make a good impression on.
that's probably hormones talking, anyway. but the approval in shiro's voice lights him up, makes his flush go even deeper and a funny hot feeling coil in his chest, like someone stroking a very sensitive nerve deep inside him that had never been touched. he's never had an alpha focus on him like this. praise him.
he bites his lip at the question but nods frantically, of course he can, he can do anything shiro wants or needs right now. he can feel the familiar sensation building in his balls, swollen and aching under shiro's tongue. one more breath that's almost a sob (he might be crying, he can't tell if it's sweat or tears making the hair at his temples damp) and shiro's tongue moves just right inside him and he stutters shiro's name, panting hard as he comes all over himself in long messy pulses. ]
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that's probably hormones talking, anyway. but the approval in shiro's voice lights him up, makes his flush go even deeper and a funny hot feeling coil in his chest, like someone stroking a very sensitive nerve deep inside him that had never been touched. he's never had an alpha focus on him like this. praise him.
he bites his lip at the question but nods frantically, of course he can, he can do anything shiro wants or needs right now. he can feel the familiar sensation building in his balls, swollen and aching under shiro's tongue. one more breath that's almost a sob (he might be crying, he can't tell if it's sweat or tears making the hair at his temples damp) and shiro's tongue moves just right inside him and he stutters shiro's name, panting hard as he comes all over himself in long messy pulses. ]