[ it's no coincidence that lance's dick twitches at the word 'perfect' and fills out quickly, shiro would have to be blind and deaf to miss the way lance shivers and moans for any praise. ]

Please, please. [ he drags shiro's fingers across his stomach, almost more interested in being petted there than in having shiro fist his cock. his scent is both eager lust and self-satisfied contentment, all anxiety gone, and-- well. he no longer smells like a virgin. there's a note of faint, fragile sweetness, a marker of immaturity, that's deepened permanently into a darker, headier perfume. betas and omegas and even alphas that had poor or difficult experiences in their pairings sometimes carried it with them; a hint of sour or bitterness, a mote of reluctance. it was supposed to be a signal that a current breeding partner was becoming unacceptable, something that could be fixed with a new mate.

lance smells like shiro now, instead of an untried teenager: a healthy breeding adult, strong and willing and happy. a good addition to any pack. shiro had brought that out in him and he's almost drunk with it, exhilarated by his own changed scent caught all over shiro's skin. ]

Gimme more. I want-- [ his hips swivel, fucking himself greedily. maybe shiro won't even pull out, maybe his dick will swell right back up inside lance even with the knot deflated. ]

--I want to be full, Shiro, I want you to make me so full, please.

[ the thought occurs, however, that maybe-- shiro's scent has still got that faint, faint omega tang to it, and maybe lance begging for a knot is satisfying the alpha parts of him, but that's not all shiro is, anymore. maybe shiro wants the same things lance wants from an alpha. ]

But-- but. [ he reaches back and palms shiro's magnificent ass, shaking off some of his lethargy and affecting a confidence he's not entirely sure he can back up, and gently rubs a finger down between shiro's cheeks. an omega would be wet there. ]

I want to make you feel good. [ entreating, ] I wanna take care of you.