Oh god.

[ he sounds drunk to his own ears, ecstatic and slurred as shiro carefully, slowly nudges inside him. it should’ve been painful, probably, he’s always heard that first times for untried betas are supposed to be difficult and slow-going with impatient alphas, but it feels like his body just opens up and swallows shiro down as greedily as his mouth had, wet and clinging. it doesn’t hurt at all. there’s just a deeply satisfying burn and stretch and shiro is rubbing places inside him that he didn’t know were starving for contact. he can feel-- he thinks he can feel each individual metal stud and bar in shiro’s pierced cock moving in him and he clenches helplessly, chasing that feeling, his mouth hanging open and humiliating little noises being fucked out of him every time shiro moves. ]

You feel so good, shit, you’re so--

[ he pushes himself back against one of shiro’s gentle thrusts without really meaning to and then moans brokenly at how deep shiro gets inside him. that’s what he wants, that’s what his body needs, is shiro’s cock pressed as deep inside as it can possibly go and then pulsing with orgasm, pouring seed into him. lance is still soft as shiro works him but his cock twitches then, taking a renewed interest. ]