[ Their hands on Lance's belly are one thing, but he's not prepared for the spike of lust that pushes through him at the sight of it. He stares, can't fucking help himself, really, staring at the way their hands rest over Lance's stomach. His fingers press in just slightly and his hips push up, fucking into him what little he can with the tiny amount of leverage and his knot in the way. It's not much, but it's enough to wring another aftershock out of him, another pulse of come, enough to get Shiro curling around Lance and groaning. ]
Perfect, you were perfect.
[ It's a soft slur against Lance's shoulder, his mouth smearing wet kisses there as he tries to breathe through the adjustment, and then - Christ, he should have expected. Lance starts rocking again, eager and squirming against him and drags against the very edge of the knot, its widest point. It hasn't fallen enough to slip out but it's enough that Shiro can fuck back into him, fingers pressing into Lance's hip, his belly. ]
It's not too much-?
[ He's not sure what he's clarifying here - whether he means the knot, the come, or the idea of a second round but his instincts say it doesn't matter. Lance is ready and willing and when Shiro slides down to palm him again, his cock fattens in his hand. ]
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Perfect, you were perfect.
[ It's a soft slur against Lance's shoulder, his mouth smearing wet kisses there as he tries to breathe through the adjustment, and then - Christ, he should have expected. Lance starts rocking again, eager and squirming against him and drags against the very edge of the knot, its widest point. It hasn't fallen enough to slip out but it's enough that Shiro can fuck back into him, fingers pressing into Lance's hip, his belly. ]
It's not too much-?
[ He's not sure what he's clarifying here - whether he means the knot, the come, or the idea of a second round but his instincts say it doesn't matter. Lance is ready and willing and when Shiro slides down to palm him again, his cock fattens in his hand. ]