[ oh no smug is a good look on shiro. of course right now lance would probably think anything would be a good look on shiro, but smug isn’t something he’s had directed at him before in a way that hasn’t made him feel like he’s been dunked on.

probably the orgasms had something to do with that. ]

No promises if you’re going to do that.

[ except for how he secretly really wants to do that again, eventually. maybe after they’ve taken care of that hard, insistent length rubbing against his belly. all the metal in it has warmed to body temperature by now and he’s really, really interested in getting to watch shiro come this time. he wriggles a little closer experimentally, feeling it slip and catch against his skin, ducking his face against the scent glands on shiro’s neck and inhaling deeply, pleased with himself. he did that. he put that faint note of balance and calm in the middle of shiro’s anxious, heavy heat/rut scent.

a more experienced attending beta probably would’ve gotten up and brought the water back to the bed so the alpha didn’t have to stir himself, but shiro seems ok with taking suggestions-- maybe more willingly than he’d expected out of an older alpha, but honestly what the fuck does lance know about how alphas act or don’t act during their cycle. he’s only ever bullied siblings and schoolmates into taking care of themselves.

the minute shiro isn’t holding him up anymore he falls back flat against the sheets, trying to muster the energy to care about the giant wet spot he’s sprawled in. he has to really push himself to move and ooze his way off the bed, guzzling down half a water bottle himself and sloppily tugging the super gross sheets off. it’s gonna be towels and spare sheets from here on out to save the mattress. he wipes the worst of the mess off his skin, too, a futile gesture for how he can still feel wetness ticklishly sliding down his inner thighs.

he’s noodley enough to want to just leave everything dumped on the floor but shiro deserves someone trying their best, so he takes the time to stuff the dirty sheets down the little hatch in the wall that presumably goes to the laundry and lays out the new things neatly enough, and also unpacks some of the supplies he’d brought and sets them within easy reach on the bedside table. more water and rations, easy to wolf down between bouts of fucking. lube, not that they seem to have a problem there. condoms, and an embarrassing little box of toys for both alphas and omegas that he shoves hurriedly in the drawer. the cold packs and temperature reducers he leaves in the bag on the floor, since it seems like they’re not going to have to do any emergency measures of trying to lower a heat sickness fever.

then shiro is crawling back over him and lance is making embarrassing noises before shiro even reaches the level of his mouth, hands flexing on shiro’s shoulders and even wrapping his thighs around shiro’s hips like he might disappear if lance doesn’t hold onto him. everything about him feels good, tastes good, smells good, and he forgets to be nervous about the way they’re kissing, greedy and eager. ]