[ He should have known that Lance'd get an idea in his head and not deviate from it. If he's made up his mind about something, it's twice as hard to change it. Shiro's not upset about that, of course; it's in his best interests right now, of all times.
His knot slips out with a wet noise that makes him shiver, and then the sight in front of him is nearly too much. His come seeps out of Lance's hole, trailing down the inside of his thigh and Shiro reaches out to touch before he can stop himself only for Lance to turn over abruptly, over top of him.
Shit. He's distantly aware of his harsh exhale, his head smacking back against the pillow when Lance slides his cock up against Shiro's; it's sensitive enough that any pressure or touch is enough to make him squirm against the sheets, breathing out sharply. He's distantly aware that Lance is talking, again, but it takes a moment to understand what he's saying, because he's not an omega-- except, he is, sort of. Shiro grimaces, sucking in another breath and stares up at the ceiling. His hips work up, pushing his cock into Lance's hand with a muffled little noise. ]
This isn't - it's not exactly a typical situation here.
[ The flush on his cheeks darkens when Lance keeps going, heat curling through his belly easily once more. He dips a hand down and curls it around his cock, giving it a few idle, soft tugs to try and get himself back up again, but it's the you can use your mouth that wrecks him. Shiro chokes out a groan, squirming against the sheets, every inch of him feeling over-sensitive. ]
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His knot slips out with a wet noise that makes him shiver, and then the sight in front of him is nearly too much. His come seeps out of Lance's hole, trailing down the inside of his thigh and Shiro reaches out to touch before he can stop himself only for Lance to turn over abruptly, over top of him.
Shit. He's distantly aware of his harsh exhale, his head smacking back against the pillow when Lance slides his cock up against Shiro's; it's sensitive enough that any pressure or touch is enough to make him squirm against the sheets, breathing out sharply. He's distantly aware that Lance is talking, again, but it takes a moment to understand what he's saying, because he's not an omega-- except, he is, sort of. Shiro grimaces, sucking in another breath and stares up at the ceiling. His hips work up, pushing his cock into Lance's hand with a muffled little noise. ]
This isn't - it's not exactly a typical situation here.
[ The flush on his cheeks darkens when Lance keeps going, heat curling through his belly easily once more. He dips a hand down and curls it around his cock, giving it a few idle, soft tugs to try and get himself back up again, but it's the you can use your mouth that wrecks him. Shiro chokes out a groan, squirming against the sheets, every inch of him feeling over-sensitive. ]
Yes, that's - yes. Lance, please.