he's never heard shiro say 'please' like that before, like he really believed lance had the power to deny him something. and pressed flushed together like they are, there's no way for lance to miss how shiro reacted to what he'd said. even the way he smells seems to change, arousal flaring up.
emboldened, he shoves down the squirmy soft omega behavior parts of himself that are still clamoring for an alpha to manhandle him back down and knot him again, and pushes himself up on trembling thighs, rising up to his knees over shiro's chest. he's a fucking mess, but so is shiro. even laying there spread out beneath lance with his soft dick, he still looks impressively alpha, but with that note of omega sweetness in his scent...
for an alpha, lance would play with his nipples or rub his faintly swollen belly, inviting the alpha to take over and put hands on him. for an omega he fists his cock instead, pretending his small beta dick is something impressive enough to get an omega hot and bothered. ]
'Yes, Lance, please' what?
[ he rolls his hips theatrically into his own grip, and then gives into a perverse impulse to drop himself down carefully on shiro's chest and squeeze his magnificent pecs together, mounding them on either side of lance's dick. they're not soft at all but hot and firm, and he groans as he drags his cock between them. ]
39795782947 years later
he's never heard shiro say 'please' like that before, like he really believed lance had the power to deny him something. and pressed flushed together like they are, there's no way for lance to miss how shiro reacted to what he'd said. even the way he smells seems to change, arousal flaring up.
emboldened, he shoves down the squirmy soft omega behavior parts of himself that are still clamoring for an alpha to manhandle him back down and knot him again, and pushes himself up on trembling thighs, rising up to his knees over shiro's chest. he's a fucking mess, but so is shiro. even laying there spread out beneath lance with his soft dick, he still looks impressively alpha, but with that note of omega sweetness in his scent...
for an alpha, lance would play with his nipples or rub his faintly swollen belly, inviting the alpha to take over and put hands on him. for an omega he fists his cock instead, pretending his small beta dick is something impressive enough to get an omega hot and bothered. ]
'Yes, Lance, please' what?
[ he rolls his hips theatrically into his own grip, and then gives into a perverse impulse to drop himself down carefully on shiro's chest and squeeze his magnificent pecs together, mounding them on either side of lance's dick. they're not soft at all but hot and firm, and he groans as he drags his cock between them. ]