[ the litany of praise is too much for him, he moans shiro’s name brokenly and lets the words fall out unchecked: he’ll do anything shiro wants, he’ll be obedient, he’s only ever wanted to be good for him. he babbles about how big shiro’s cock feels inside him, how he wants shiro to stuff him full with his knot and tie them together and come inside him for hours. beta hindbrain shit, all pulled from trashy porn dialogue, but lance means every word. ]

I-- I used to think about you at school, [ he confesses with horrifying, pleasure-drunk honesty, half-slurred, all brain to mouth filter gone as he fucks himself harder back on shiro. his own dick fills out obediently in the cup of shiro’s hand, rutting against his rough, calloused fingers. ]

B-before. I had a picture of you and I read your interviews and I thought about going into heat near you, if you would stop and lift your head and smell it, if you’d ask my name or if you would just put a hand on my neck and tell me you wanted me--

[ he shuts himself up by mashing his face down into the pillow, whining when a hot stud of metal drags just right over his prostate. his hands fist the sheets, clawing, until he has to burst out with another spate of begging. ]

Knot me, oh god please, tell me I’m a good boy and knot me, please Shiro please, I wanna come on your knot, I want it to be my first, please--