[ oh my god, okay, how is lance supposed to keep his mind on anything when shiro is pushing his own come back into him, and also petting his belly like that, the metal fingers cool against his hot skin. the noise that comes out of him is definitely, humiliatingly a whimper, and his exploratory thrusts against shiro's chest falter as he immediately thrusts back against shiro's fingers.
maybe he'll be more successful at playing alpha when his brain isn't dribbling out his ears at the sight of shiro's tongue, too. he clenches hard around shiro's fingers, helpless, and has to squeeze his cock hard to keep himself from coming right then and there.
it's an awkward shuffle forward as he rises up on his knees again, part of him reluctant to move forward when all he wants to do is rock back into shiro's fingers, but then the wet crown of his cock is close enough to shiro's mouth to feel his breath on it, and he kind of dies a little bit, memorizing the sight.
he reaches forward to slide his fingers hesitantly through shiro's hair as well, not taking a grip but spreading over his scalp. ]
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maybe he'll be more successful at playing alpha when his brain isn't dribbling out his ears at the sight of shiro's tongue, too. he clenches hard around shiro's fingers, helpless, and has to squeeze his cock hard to keep himself from coming right then and there.
it's an awkward shuffle forward as he rises up on his knees again, part of him reluctant to move forward when all he wants to do is rock back into shiro's fingers, but then the wet crown of his cock is close enough to shiro's mouth to feel his breath on it, and he kind of dies a little bit, memorizing the sight.
he reaches forward to slide his fingers hesitantly through shiro's hair as well, not taking a grip but spreading over his scalp. ]