[ he whines at the not-quite reproof but subsides obediently, making a real effort to still his hips even when shiro touches his cock, his belly. it's the opposite of what he wants but that's not fucking important, of course he's going to be a ball of overeager hormones after his first knotting. he's heard plenty of stories about insatiable omegas and betas wearing out their poor alphas, refusing to pace themselves.

if he tries he can focus on shiro's scent, alpha satisfaction but also a neediness, an uncertainty. it's his duty to pay attention to that, not just lie on his back with his legs in the air, and the longer he's still the more clarity starts to come back. lance isn't trying to milk shiro's knot any more, and the pulses of come have stopped. they'll be able to separate soon if lance can just keep himself in check.

it's hard. it's literally the hardest thing he thinks he's ever done in his life, whimpering at every little shift of shiro inside him and wanting so, so desperately to bounce on his dick, to beg shiro to move and fuck into him roughly. lance's cock is back at full mast, throbbing painfully, but lance leaves off his exploration to pull shiro's arm tightly around his chest, wrapping both hands over it and holding on like an anchor. ]

I--I'll wait, [ he manages, biting his lip hard. ] I can wait, I can be good, I don't-- I don't need another knot.

[ even if he trembles saying so, for how badly he wants it, but shiro's more than just a knot attached to a convenient movable fucking machine. ]

I'll suck you off, fingerfuck you while I'm doing it. We can-- we can both be full.