I still think about it, [ he whimpers, boiling over with lust and humiliation both. being shoved down into the pillows is actually a mercy since it keeps him from babbling even more garbage. shiro’s fucking him with a ruthless intensity now, his hips driving in harder than lance had thought than he’d ever be able to stand from an alpha, but it’s exactly what his willing body craves. he could come again just like this, pressed flat down with his alpha’s weight spread over him, dominating and possessive, but he knows instinctively that it would be better if he could wait, if he held off just for a little while longer. there’s a strange sensation tugging at his rim that he doesn’t comprehend at first, yelping out little noises whenever it pulls at him. shiro feels so huge inside him as he moves, so hot and swollen, rubbing deliciously against his prostate, and somehow there's even more pressure as shiro's rhythm starts to falter.
his body knows what's coming even if lance doesn't. instinct drives him to shove back with a keening wail as hard as he can against shiro's final thrust, taking him to the hilt, and then that pressure is swelling hugely and lance's world contracts to the feeling of the knot inside him and shiro's come jetting deep into him, thick, heavy loads that soothe the deepest, aching places inside of him. his own orgasm seems almost secondary, spurting untouched all over the sheets. his entire focus is on milking that amazing, heavy knot locked safe and deep inside, clenching and unclenching rhythmically in a haze of blissed out satisfaction. this is better than being fucked, better than rimming, better than orgasm; milking every last drop of come out of an alpha's knot so that it fills him and distends his belly, simulating the pregnancy he craves, and he purrs and croons mindlessly each time shiro's throbbing cock rewards him with another warm flood of seed.
half-delirious he struggles to turn over on his side until shiro gets the idea and positions them: still tied together, shiro's leg thrown over his hip, lance pressed back as far against shiro as he can manage, his head lolling back against shiro's shoulder. he's still squeezing shiro's knot and will continue until the flow trickles away to nothing; five minutes, or ten, or half an hour until shiro's knot starts to go down, he can't remember statistics of averages when his brain is floating in a haze of self-satisfaction. he even takes one of shiro's hands boldly and places it on his stomach and the tiny, swollen bump there, inviting him to rub and massage it: proof of how much of his seed lance has been filled with. it's meant to induce any alpha to think of breeding, obviously, and to kickstart subsequent rounds. the most fertile and successful alpha/omega pairs end their cycles with the omega or beta already looking well-pregnant, bellies swollen and soft, even if it's only excess seed that will be slowly absorbed or flushed out of the body within a few days. ]
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his body knows what's coming even if lance doesn't. instinct drives him to shove back with a keening wail as hard as he can against shiro's final thrust, taking him to the hilt, and then that pressure is swelling hugely and lance's world contracts to the feeling of the knot inside him and shiro's come jetting deep into him, thick, heavy loads that soothe the deepest, aching places inside of him. his own orgasm seems almost secondary, spurting untouched all over the sheets. his entire focus is on milking that amazing, heavy knot locked safe and deep inside, clenching and unclenching rhythmically in a haze of blissed out satisfaction. this is better than being fucked, better than rimming, better than orgasm; milking every last drop of come out of an alpha's knot so that it fills him and distends his belly, simulating the pregnancy he craves, and he purrs and croons mindlessly each time shiro's throbbing cock rewards him with another warm flood of seed.
half-delirious he struggles to turn over on his side until shiro gets the idea and positions them: still tied together, shiro's leg thrown over his hip, lance pressed back as far against shiro as he can manage, his head lolling back against shiro's shoulder. he's still squeezing shiro's knot and will continue until the flow trickles away to nothing; five minutes, or ten, or half an hour until shiro's knot starts to go down, he can't remember statistics of averages when his brain is floating in a haze of self-satisfaction. he even takes one of shiro's hands boldly and places it on his stomach and the tiny, swollen bump there, inviting him to rub and massage it: proof of how much of his seed lance has been filled with. it's meant to induce any alpha to think of breeding, obviously, and to kickstart subsequent rounds. the most fertile and successful alpha/omega pairs end their cycles with the omega or beta already looking well-pregnant, bellies swollen and soft, even if it's only excess seed that will be slowly absorbed or flushed out of the body within a few days. ]