[ It's all he can manage, just a soft, low rumble of the word against the nape of Lance's neck, nosing against his hairline with a soft groan as he buries himself all the way in and just holds there. He ought to have done more - licking and fingering him open was all fine and good but normally he has more patience. Normally he thinks, he's not in fucking heat or rut. Whatever this mess is.
It wouldn't surprise him if it were the Galra trying to fuck with team dynamics, but how would they have known?
It doesn't really matter either way; they're here, the Galra aren't. Lance is here, sweaty and needy and trembling underneath him and Shiro withdraws until just the fat head of his dick is there, spreading his hole. He rears back just enough to see, to drop a hand down and grab a handful of Lance's ass and squeeze, then dips his fingers down to trace the pink, slick rim of him, shuddering. ]
Can you go again?
[ Because he knows, god, he knows he's not going to last, not when he really falls into it, not when he's this far gone. He sinks back in again, the sound of it fucking filthy in the quiet of the room, punctuated only by soft noises the two of them are making. ]
You can come again for me, you're so good, Lance, you feel so good-
[ He curves his body against Lance's again, tall enough to make it work where he bends his forearm, Galra arm supporting him while his other hand drops down and cups the softness of Lance's cock while he thrusts, urging him hard again. ]
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[ It's all he can manage, just a soft, low rumble of the word against the nape of Lance's neck, nosing against his hairline with a soft groan as he buries himself all the way in and just holds there. He ought to have done more - licking and fingering him open was all fine and good but normally he has more patience. Normally he thinks, he's not in fucking heat or rut. Whatever this mess is.
It wouldn't surprise him if it were the Galra trying to fuck with team dynamics, but how would they have known?
It doesn't really matter either way; they're here, the Galra aren't. Lance is here, sweaty and needy and trembling underneath him and Shiro withdraws until just the fat head of his dick is there, spreading his hole. He rears back just enough to see, to drop a hand down and grab a handful of Lance's ass and squeeze, then dips his fingers down to trace the pink, slick rim of him, shuddering. ]
Can you go again?
[ Because he knows, god, he knows he's not going to last, not when he really falls into it, not when he's this far gone. He sinks back in again, the sound of it fucking filthy in the quiet of the room, punctuated only by soft noises the two of them are making. ]
You can come again for me, you're so good, Lance, you feel so good-
[ He curves his body against Lance's again, tall enough to make it work where he bends his forearm, Galra arm supporting him while his other hand drops down and cups the softness of Lance's cock while he thrusts, urging him hard again. ]