[ it's more the fingers inside him than the command that jolt him forward, but he does jolt forward, grabbing himself a good handful of shiro's hair as his cock slides into his mouth. lance's entire body curves around that point of contact, gasping wetly, his other hand coming to clutch at shiro's shoulders.
he can't look. just feeling it happen is almost too much, a warm wet mouth drawing him in, the knowledge that it's shiro's tongue he's sliding over. his thighs tremble with the effort not to just shove himself in fast and deep. slow. he has to go slow, rocking his hips in tight little pulses, testing. ]
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he can't look. just feeling it happen is almost too much, a warm wet mouth drawing him in, the knowledge that it's shiro's tongue he's sliding over. his thighs tremble with the effort not to just shove himself in fast and deep. slow. he has to go slow, rocking his hips in tight little pulses, testing. ]
Shiro, [ he breathes, his voice wobbly. ]
Is this-- okay--?