[ Oh, but he's smug. There's all that alphaness leaking through; he's taken care of his partner, he's done this much right. Everything else might be up in the air and he might not know what he's doing, but Lance is a melted puddle on the bed and Shiro can't stop touching him, running his hands down his thighs, up his belly. When Lance tries to push himself up, Shiro hitches one hand around his waist and the other flat against his back to pull him up solidly, into his lap, chest to chest. ]
No, I'm fine.
[ Well, not fine, but at the very least he doesn't feel like he's coming apart at the seams. Shiro tips his head to the side to let Lance nuzzle at him, sweeping a hand up and down the sweaty length of his back. Between them, Shiro's cock is still hard, precome beading and slipping down the tip, smearing against their bellies in shiny lines.
Maybe it's whatever weird omega thing is going on, but Lance gives him an order and Shiro sighs into his throat, feeling this weird sense of contentment at it. He settles him back down against the bed and unfolds himself, half-staggering off of it. It doesn't take long for him to freshen up, running his tongue over his teeth when it's done. Stepping back into the room is like getting hit all over again, the instincts wanting to take over before he breathes through it and clambers back up onto the bed, pressing messy kisses along Lance's legs, up to his thighs and over his belly, making his way up to Lance's mouth where he kisses him slower, tangling a hand in short hair. ]
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[ Oh, but he's smug. There's all that alphaness leaking through; he's taken care of his partner, he's done this much right. Everything else might be up in the air and he might not know what he's doing, but Lance is a melted puddle on the bed and Shiro can't stop touching him, running his hands down his thighs, up his belly. When Lance tries to push himself up, Shiro hitches one hand around his waist and the other flat against his back to pull him up solidly, into his lap, chest to chest. ]
No, I'm fine.
[ Well, not fine, but at the very least he doesn't feel like he's coming apart at the seams. Shiro tips his head to the side to let Lance nuzzle at him, sweeping a hand up and down the sweaty length of his back. Between them, Shiro's cock is still hard, precome beading and slipping down the tip, smearing against their bellies in shiny lines.
Maybe it's whatever weird omega thing is going on, but Lance gives him an order and Shiro sighs into his throat, feeling this weird sense of contentment at it. He settles him back down against the bed and unfolds himself, half-staggering off of it. It doesn't take long for him to freshen up, running his tongue over his teeth when it's done. Stepping back into the room is like getting hit all over again, the instincts wanting to take over before he breathes through it and clambers back up onto the bed, pressing messy kisses along Lance's legs, up to his thighs and over his belly, making his way up to Lance's mouth where he kisses him slower, tangling a hand in short hair. ]