Oh god. [ lance just moans weakly, his hands fluttering uselessly over shiro's skin as he's laid back and taken care of. isn't he supposed to do the caretaking? maybe if shiro were an actual omega instead of just smelling like one, or maybe that's just shiro, taking care of everyone except himself. ] I'm dead, you've killed me.
[ please don't expect him to have a brain to mouth filter right now. he feels like a limp noodle, beta instincts purring at having been found acceptable. he's gotten so used to not reacting, to not wanting to react and shoving down any hint of connection around alphas and omegas that it's strange to feel how satisfying it is to finally let go. shiro praising him is... it makes him squirm helplessly to even think about it, pathetically greedy for it.
it's the beta in him that pushes him up again after his chest has stopped heaving like a bellows and he can shove his nose against shiro's damp hair, inhaling him, winding his arms around shiro's shoulders like they belong there as shiro mouths along his neck. ]
You don’t smell like heat sickness anymore, [ he says shakily, relieved. there was always the chance that they could have done all this, gotten lance imprinted and everything and shiro's body might still have wanted a real omega or alpha to soothe his heat. on the scale of things, using just a single beta to handle a heat or a rut was only a little above using really expensive, customized ‘heat aid’ toys. at least that was what he'd always heard. a single alpha going into rut would happily mount a single compatible omega, but it could take a whole harem of betas to satisfy.
shiro’s weird heat/rut is still strong in the air and on his skin but the mix of lance's come and his slick combines into it in a way that seems right, balanced. one scent isn't wildly overpowering the other, indicating a poor match. ]
Go-- go rinse your mouth, and drink some more water, [ he manages, trying to sound authoritative instead of reluctant to let shiro get off him. ]
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[ please don't expect him to have a brain to mouth filter right now. he feels like a limp noodle, beta instincts purring at having been found acceptable. he's gotten so used to not reacting, to not wanting to react and shoving down any hint of connection around alphas and omegas that it's strange to feel how satisfying it is to finally let go. shiro praising him is... it makes him squirm helplessly to even think about it, pathetically greedy for it.
it's the beta in him that pushes him up again after his chest has stopped heaving like a bellows and he can shove his nose against shiro's damp hair, inhaling him, winding his arms around shiro's shoulders like they belong there as shiro mouths along his neck. ]
You don’t smell like heat sickness anymore, [ he says shakily, relieved. there was always the chance that they could have done all this, gotten lance imprinted and everything and shiro's body might still have wanted a real omega or alpha to soothe his heat. on the scale of things, using just a single beta to handle a heat or a rut was only a little above using really expensive, customized ‘heat aid’ toys. at least that was what he'd always heard. a single alpha going into rut would happily mount a single compatible omega, but it could take a whole harem of betas to satisfy.
shiro’s weird heat/rut is still strong in the air and on his skin but the mix of lance's come and his slick combines into it in a way that seems right, balanced. one scent isn't wildly overpowering the other, indicating a poor match. ]
Go-- go rinse your mouth, and drink some more water, [ he manages, trying to sound authoritative instead of reluctant to let shiro get off him. ]
Then it's my turn to help you, okay?