[ lance is blushing furiously the entire time, his fingers curling and uncurling in the sheets anxiously for some unknown fucking reason. he watches shiro work his dick and jerks as the first spurt of hot seed hits his skin-- and then the scent of it rolls over him in a wave as he inhales and he finds himself relaxing back into the bed, head tipped back to bare his throat, nipples hard and taut, a strange tide of reassurance carrying him. no one would doubt that he belongs to shiro now. the wet slide of come dripping down his cock is a maddening tease and he shivers as a fat rivulet edges down past his balls.
he shuts his eyes and rolls over onto his belly in one decisive movement, pushing himself up hands and knees while shiro's come spirals down his cock. presenting. his muscles are trembling, head hanging low while his heart pounds in his chest, but every instinct he has is whispering calm certainty, telling him this is the right thing to do. he'll be mounted, next, he'll be fucked mercilessly by his alpha and knotted, and bred. ]
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he shuts his eyes and rolls over onto his belly in one decisive movement, pushing himself up hands and knees while shiro's come spirals down his cock. presenting. his muscles are trembling, head hanging low while his heart pounds in his chest, but every instinct he has is whispering calm certainty, telling him this is the right thing to do. he'll be mounted, next, he'll be fucked mercilessly by his alpha and knotted, and bred. ]