[ With another alpha, he'd take longer - spend more time opening them up, fingers and tongue and even a toy if they had it. It's strange to think about it - that he could have these sorts of relationships now, not being under the Galra's thumb, not being locked away.
He doesn't want an alpha, though, or an omega. It's a thought he doesn't really know how to give much consideration to. He wants Lance, wants to bury himself in against the other man's body and take what he's offering, doesn't want anything beyond that. This is good. This is enough.
Shiro licks a line up his back, pressing kisses along the dips of his spine, nosing against his shoulderblades while he keeps the idle rocking up. They should have had time to discuss this more, should have made certain they were clear about what they wanted but they didn't and it takes everything to keep his head clear if he can. Holding back is becoming less and less possible; Shiro drops a hand down and curls it around his cock, dragging it one final time against all the slickness. Under him, Lance is talking and his mind picks out words - please, put it in--.
A breath trembles out of him as he finally gives up, lets the fat head of his cock rest against Lance's hole and then pushes, soft, easy rolls of his hips, pulling back and then sinking further until finally, he's buried in him. His hips curve against the back of Lance's, his whole body blanketing him, leaving his mouth to press kisses against the line of his shoulders while he waits for Lance to adjust and lets himself breathe through the sudden rush of heat and warmth and right. ]
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He doesn't want an alpha, though, or an omega. It's a thought he doesn't really know how to give much consideration to. He wants Lance, wants to bury himself in against the other man's body and take what he's offering, doesn't want anything beyond that. This is good. This is enough.
Shiro licks a line up his back, pressing kisses along the dips of his spine, nosing against his shoulderblades while he keeps the idle rocking up. They should have had time to discuss this more, should have made certain they were clear about what they wanted but they didn't and it takes everything to keep his head clear if he can. Holding back is becoming less and less possible; Shiro drops a hand down and curls it around his cock, dragging it one final time against all the slickness. Under him, Lance is talking and his mind picks out words - please, put it in--.
A breath trembles out of him as he finally gives up, lets the fat head of his cock rest against Lance's hole and then pushes, soft, easy rolls of his hips, pulling back and then sinking further until finally, he's buried in him. His hips curve against the back of Lance's, his whole body blanketing him, leaving his mouth to press kisses against the line of his shoulders while he waits for Lance to adjust and lets himself breathe through the sudden rush of heat and warmth and right. ]