[ There's no missing that at all. Shiro cups his cock a little more firmly, tracing his fingers lightly down the underside of him, cupping his balls and then his hand drags back up, thumb smearing over the tip.
Shiro buries his face in the curve of Lance's shoulder, licking a line over it, tasting sweat, but mostly he's distracted by the scent. It smells like sex in here, of course, but better than that; it smells like both of them mixed, like Shiro's scent is overlaying Lance's and he knows it's just the mating endorphins and he knows that he's still riding that high but that doesn't stop him from nuzzling into him and practically purring in response to the scent. ]
Easy-- easy, Lance.
[ Shiro flattens his hand against Lance's belly and abruptly realizes that might not help. His cock twitches in response and oh, god, it's edging on too much despite the odd mix of heat and rut. Flinching, he sucks a deep breath in and stares at the ceiling a moment, trying to breathe through the rush of pleasure so sharp it's nearly pain and then Lance starts getting handsy again.
His hand dips down, fingers tracing between his cheeks. He might not get soaked like a proper omega, but he's slick. He'd felt it along the insides of his thighs when he'd first started fucking Lance, a reminder of what they Galra did when they changed him, but he'd ignored it for the most part. Now with Lance's hand back there, he shudders, breathing in sharply. ]
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Shiro buries his face in the curve of Lance's shoulder, licking a line over it, tasting sweat, but mostly he's distracted by the scent. It smells like sex in here, of course, but better than that; it smells like both of them mixed, like Shiro's scent is overlaying Lance's and he knows it's just the mating endorphins and he knows that he's still riding that high but that doesn't stop him from nuzzling into him and practically purring in response to the scent. ]
Easy-- easy, Lance.
[ Shiro flattens his hand against Lance's belly and abruptly realizes that might not help. His cock twitches in response and oh, god, it's edging on too much despite the odd mix of heat and rut. Flinching, he sucks a deep breath in and stares at the ceiling a moment, trying to breathe through the rush of pleasure so sharp it's nearly pain and then Lance starts getting handsy again.
His hand dips down, fingers tracing between his cheeks. He might not get soaked like a proper omega, but he's slick. He'd felt it along the insides of his thighs when he'd first started fucking Lance, a reminder of what they Galra did when they changed him, but he'd ignored it for the most part. Now with Lance's hand back there, he shudders, breathing in sharply. ]
You are -- it's just, ah, a lot right now.