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[ the thing is, he's not mad at shiro. maybe he should be, but he's not, because he understands that going from ace pilot with promising space exploration career to prisoner of war to leader of a ten thousand year old resistance faction doesn't leave a lot of room for the smaller, interpersonal problems. pidge is the one with a real cause for a grudge, anyway, and shiro is so painfully, obviously, trying his best to be the leader they need. he doesn't deserve keith hunting him down in the middle of the night to talk about the fact that they had toed the fraternization line uncomfortably close during keith's academy days, and then he thought shiro was dead, and then he started getting weird fucking dreams about alien energies and maybe shiro not being dead, and then... everything else.

shiro is treating him like one of the guys and he understands why. it's easier that way. it's been years and they're both different people now, except keith still has those same dreams--not the ones that left him awake in the dark and sure that shiro was alive, sure that he was breathing somewhere, alone, needing, and so helpless that it hurt to breathe. no, these are the old academy standby, thinking of shiro leaning in close, shiro taking off his shirt for training, shiro finally turning around and seeing him looking. the kind of stupid fantasies that left him hard and wanting when he woke, frantically jerking off just so he could get up and function around shiro without popping wood.

(he still has the dreams about shiro being alone somewhere, every now and then. he gets up and paces down the hallways and brushes his hand over shiro's door, but he never hits the comm button. they have each other now, or something, he tells himself. the dreams are clearly some kind of influence from the lions, and they're all together now.)

anyway he has shiro back and there's still a fucking glass wall between them. no unnecessary touches. no late nights together in one of their rooms, even though all they had ever done was talk. it's frustrating as fuck and he gets it and he's trying really hard to be fucking understanding, trying not to push. allura had said that they might notice some influences from the lions, now that they'd all established a bond, that they might be more sensitive to each other, but keith doesn't feel sensitive so much as scraped raw, holding everything back. he wants to hit something all the time. he snaps at lance and flings himself into battle when he has the chance and he thinks sometimes he can feel shiro through that link they're all supposed to have, that hint of quiet strength coupled with some sort of strapped down emotion-- loneliness? pain? --but then it's gone and he's left wondering whether he imagined it in the first place.

they'd been encouraged to go and spend time with their lions to strengthen their mystic bonds or whatever, but here keith is guiltily fucking sneaking around the wrong hangar, running his hand carefully over the black lion's sleek metal skin. that tiny little place in the back of his head where his weird impulses and gut feelings come from isn't telling him that he's unwelcome, but he knows that this is kind of suspicious. ]

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I’m good, I’m-- oh god, I’m good, I’m great, you’re great, [ he babbles, his knees hitching higher every time shiro’s teeth find his skin. freaking out over hickies will come later. lance has never had a hickie in his life and he’d never even entertained the possibility of letting an alpha mark him up, but if there’s anything that pleases an alpha during rut it’s physical evidence of ownership. his fingers slip to the small of shiro’s back and then he boldly squirms a hand between them, rubbing over the head of shiro’s cock and toying with the piercing. he’s still soft and loose between them but shiro is so hard and ready. ]

You should come on me, [ he blurts out suddenly, and then looks horrified, and then sort of rallies behind it the way he would for a really bad decision that’s already been made and can’t be taken back now. ]

Good--

[ Words are really overrated right now; Shiro mouths down the line of Lance's throat and leaves another mark just above where it becomes shoulder and then forces himself down, squirming a little to kiss over the expanse of his chest, biting lightly at a nipple.

He nearly collapses when Lance's hand dips down, toying with his cock, thumbing over the piercing and it's enough that he has to sink down over him, trembling helplessly as he ruts into it, gasping into Lance's throat. ]

Yes-- alright, yes.

[ Lance could ask for anything right now and he'd agree to it, really.

It takes a moment for him to get himself together enough to sink back but he settles on his knees between Lance's thighs and then hesitates, taking his cock in hand. ]

Where?

[ The question sounds ripped out of him because it is. His face, his belly, his ass, it's too many choices and Shiro's near mindless with it, fisting himself slow and steady. ]

Where-- wherever you want, it's fine, just.

[ he sits up and tangles his fingers around shiro's, clumsily helping him stroke himself. the location isn't important, it's the scent marking that will satisfy both of their animal instincts. his cheeks burn a furious red. ]

I just want-- to smell like I belong to you. [ and too quickly on the heels of that bit of humiliating truth: ]

It’ll help your hea-- your rut, it'll help your rut.

Yeah.

[ It won't stop it, but it'll sate it temporarily which is all he can hope for at this point in time. Shiro breathes out, shaky and uneven and focuses on the feel of Lance's hand on his dick again, smaller than his, different, but still good.

Jerking off onto him won't fix the ache inside him, the unsatisfied tension but it'll be a step closer and he knows this isn't going to end any time soon either way, so he settles himself closer. The tops of his thighs butt up under the undersides of Lance's and spread his legs apart so their cocks are near each other. Lance's hand is brushed gently away so he can do this himself, claiming.

It takes laughably few strokes to get himself off; slower at first and then firm, the purple head slipping between his fingers each tug until he hunches over and groans quietly, come spattering over Lance's cock, his belly, his chest. Recovery takes a few moments, his cock not softening but he doesn't expect it to, not right now. By the time his breathing settles, he inhales and oh, Lance was right, this is good. It steadies him further, the sight of Lance's tan skin splattered with white enough to make him shudder and lick his lips, hungry. ]

[ lance is blushing furiously the entire time, his fingers curling and uncurling in the sheets anxiously for some unknown fucking reason. he watches shiro work his dick and jerks as the first spurt of hot seed hits his skin-- and then the scent of it rolls over him in a wave as he inhales and he finds himself relaxing back into the bed, head tipped back to bare his throat, nipples hard and taut, a strange tide of reassurance carrying him. no one would doubt that he belongs to shiro now. the wet slide of come dripping down his cock is a maddening tease and he shivers as a fat rivulet edges down past his balls.

he shuts his eyes and rolls over onto his belly in one decisive movement, pushing himself up hands and knees while shiro's come spirals down his cock. presenting. his muscles are trembling, head hanging low while his heart pounds in his chest, but every instinct he has is whispering calm certainty, telling him this is the right thing to do. he'll be mounted, next, he'll be fucked mercilessly by his alpha and knotted, and bred. ]

Edited 2016-08-02 05:00 (UTC)

Better?

[ He knows that he feels better in a way he didn't think he would, not so instantly, not so easily. Between the satisfaction in getting off his partner and the mixed smell in the room, Shiro doesn't hesitate once Lance is rolled over. It's the next, logical step. Lance presents so easily, behaves so well and Shiro breathes out a sigh at the sight of it, hands lifting to cup Lance's ass and squeeze. ]

You're being so good for me.

[ He's dubious of too much praise or too much flattery, not wanting it to sound like he's being condescending, or like he's talking to a dog. Shiro spreads him gently, scooting up against the backs of his thighs so he can rest his dick there, idly sliding it back and forth across the slicked up mess around his hole. He's soaked; there's a wet-spot on the bed to prove it but Shiro doesn't care, dragging his cock idly against him. Every so often, the angle of his hips changes; the wet tip of his dick catches against Lance's hole, teases there and then slips away again. ]

Y-yeah. [ it’s almost a sigh, because it is better. humiliating as fuck being covered in someone else’s sticky, rapidly cooling jizz, but the beta part of him purrs happily and would kinda definitely be interested in shiro rubbing all of it into lance’s skin and then maybe marching him out in front of the others, especially keith, so that they could all smell that lance had been claimed by the alpha that all of them secretly wanted or envied--

okay, okay no, his hindbrain is terrifying and he mentally shakes himself, striving for some semblance of rational thought. he’s just helping shiro here, he’s not-- building a pack or starting a family, and it’s stupid to get attached to an alpha like this when the right omega could still walk by at literally any moment and sweep shiro into a mating bond. betas didn’t bond, they attended, either tagging along after a particular alpha or omega as they went through relationships or being drawn in by an established couple. betas could and did pair up, of course, as did alphas and betas or omegas and betas or same designation pairings, but there was always the lingering sense that those sorts of pairings weren’t stable, and plenty of people viewed them as unnatural or immature. younger betas flocked together as kids or shyly coalesced around confident alphas or charismatic omegas among neighbors and relatives, and then eventually grew into more mature pack dynamics once they got into school and started socializing with more people. lance’s particular beta standoffish-ness had, according to various school counselors, been chalked up to his attachment to his family, refusing to let go of his bonds with them in favor of joining an independent pack. he’d never wanted to and he’d resented the implication that one day he would just… fall in with a group of people and care intensely about them because maybe an alpha sniffed him once, or an omega sat next to him during mess hall. everybody knew that it was easy to win over betas. everybody knew that they were natural followers, you didn’t even have to be particularly nice to them and they’d still fall all over themselves for the slightest bit of attention. they didn’t challenge alphas and they didn’t compete with omegas.

of course it’s that particular fact that allows him to be here right now, helping shiro, so maybe he shouldn’t be too hard on his nature. if he’d been an alpha or an omega he could’ve easily rubbed shiro’s altered instincts the wrong way (and maybe that was the point? maybe the galra had done this on purpose to ruin their ability to work as a team?) and made the situation worse, but betas were supposed to be steady, calming, supportive influences.

the praise has him whimpering despite himself, some greedy awful little part of him hoarding every single word away so he can obsess over it later. shiro pleased with him. shiro happy and attentive and ready to take what lance is offering, even though he’s young and inexperienced and, let’s be real, has very little to recommend him as a good addition to a pack. greed wins out over his embarrassment as he rocks his hips back against shiro’s dick like he’s trying to catch it, feeling the hot metal at the tip dragging over his skin. he’s ready, he’s so ready, he doesn’t even think to mention that he’s never done this before in case it makes shiro decide to stop. ]

I can be better for you, [ he promises, want clear in his tone. ] Let me-- please let me, I’ll be so good for you, just put it in, please…

[ With another alpha, he'd take longer - spend more time opening them up, fingers and tongue and even a toy if they had it. It's strange to think about it - that he could have these sorts of relationships now, not being under the Galra's thumb, not being locked away.

He doesn't want an alpha, though, or an omega. It's a thought he doesn't really know how to give much consideration to. He wants Lance, wants to bury himself in against the other man's body and take what he's offering, doesn't want anything beyond that. This is good. This is enough.

Shiro licks a line up his back, pressing kisses along the dips of his spine, nosing against his shoulderblades while he keeps the idle rocking up. They should have had time to discuss this more, should have made certain they were clear about what they wanted but they didn't and it takes everything to keep his head clear if he can. Holding back is becoming less and less possible; Shiro drops a hand down and curls it around his cock, dragging it one final time against all the slickness. Under him, Lance is talking and his mind picks out words - please, put it in--.

A breath trembles out of him as he finally gives up, lets the fat head of his cock rest against Lance's hole and then pushes, soft, easy rolls of his hips, pulling back and then sinking further until finally, he's buried in him. His hips curve against the back of Lance's, his whole body blanketing him, leaving his mouth to press kisses against the line of his shoulders while he waits for Lance to adjust and lets himself breathe through the sudden rush of heat and warmth and right. ]

Oh god.

[ he sounds drunk to his own ears, ecstatic and slurred as shiro carefully, slowly nudges inside him. it should’ve been painful, probably, he’s always heard that first times for untried betas are supposed to be difficult and slow-going with impatient alphas, but it feels like his body just opens up and swallows shiro down as greedily as his mouth had, wet and clinging. it doesn’t hurt at all. there’s just a deeply satisfying burn and stretch and shiro is rubbing places inside him that he didn’t know were starving for contact. he can feel-- he thinks he can feel each individual metal stud and bar in shiro’s pierced cock moving in him and he clenches helplessly, chasing that feeling, his mouth hanging open and humiliating little noises being fucked out of him every time shiro moves. ]

You feel so good, shit, you’re so--

[ he pushes himself back against one of shiro’s gentle thrusts without really meaning to and then moans brokenly at how deep shiro gets inside him. that’s what he wants, that’s what his body needs, is shiro’s cock pressed as deep inside as it can possibly go and then pulsing with orgasm, pouring seed into him. lance is still soft as shiro works him but his cock twitches then, taking a renewed interest. ]

Yeah.

[ It's all he can manage, just a soft, low rumble of the word against the nape of Lance's neck, nosing against his hairline with a soft groan as he buries himself all the way in and just holds there. He ought to have done more - licking and fingering him open was all fine and good but normally he has more patience. Normally he thinks, he's not in fucking heat or rut. Whatever this mess is.

It wouldn't surprise him if it were the Galra trying to fuck with team dynamics, but how would they have known?

It doesn't really matter either way; they're here, the Galra aren't. Lance is here, sweaty and needy and trembling underneath him and Shiro withdraws until just the fat head of his dick is there, spreading his hole. He rears back just enough to see, to drop a hand down and grab a handful of Lance's ass and squeeze, then dips his fingers down to trace the pink, slick rim of him, shuddering. ]

Can you go again?

[ Because he knows, god, he knows he's not going to last, not when he really falls into it, not when he's this far gone. He sinks back in again, the sound of it fucking filthy in the quiet of the room, punctuated only by soft noises the two of them are making. ]

You can come again for me, you're so good, Lance, you feel so good-

[ He curves his body against Lance's again, tall enough to make it work where he bends his forearm, Galra arm supporting him while his other hand drops down and cups the softness of Lance's cock while he thrusts, urging him hard again. ]

[ the litany of praise is too much for him, he moans shiro’s name brokenly and lets the words fall out unchecked: he’ll do anything shiro wants, he’ll be obedient, he’s only ever wanted to be good for him. he babbles about how big shiro’s cock feels inside him, how he wants shiro to stuff him full with his knot and tie them together and come inside him for hours. beta hindbrain shit, all pulled from trashy porn dialogue, but lance means every word. ]

I-- I used to think about you at school, [ he confesses with horrifying, pleasure-drunk honesty, half-slurred, all brain to mouth filter gone as he fucks himself harder back on shiro. his own dick fills out obediently in the cup of shiro’s hand, rutting against his rough, calloused fingers. ]

B-before. I had a picture of you and I read your interviews and I thought about going into heat near you, if you would stop and lift your head and smell it, if you’d ask my name or if you would just put a hand on my neck and tell me you wanted me--

[ he shuts himself up by mashing his face down into the pillow, whining when a hot stud of metal drags just right over his prostate. his hands fist the sheets, clawing, until he has to burst out with another spate of begging. ]

Knot me, oh god please, tell me I’m a good boy and knot me, please Shiro please, I wanna come on your knot, I want it to be my first, please--

[ His knees brace a little more firmly against the bed, toes digging into the material of it to give himself something to push against, shoving into Lance a little harder on the next thrust, bottoming out with a slap of flesh on flesh that rips a groan out of him. And then - fuck, and then Lance starts babbling again, sounding like he's drunk, a long, filthy slur of words that makes Shiro's breath catch, his eyes squeezing shut a moment as he tries to keep himself from falling apart. ]

You thought about it? [ Shiro's own voice is gravel-rough, his hand sliding up the sweat slicked line of Lance's back. His hand flattens, spreading over the center of Lance's back and he shoves him down, holding him there with one hand while the other hitches his hips up higher and grinds into him with a slow, easy roll of his hips. ] Thought about me scenting you, fucking you open on my knot, bending you over the desk or on the, mnh, training mats?

[ The hand at his back shifts, cupping the nape of his neck, pushing Lance's face into the pillows while Shiro draws out and sinks back in again, the knot at the base of his dick starting to swell, pushed on by the whine that results from that move. There, then. He's past the point of no return, especially when Lance starts begging for it, and distantly he recognizes that there's something important there, that he needs to be able to sort out what Lance just said but the alpha part of him overrides everything else. Two more sharp thrusts and then Shiro bottoms out again, flattening himself against Lance's back as his knot swells, coming in hot pulses inside of him while he smears open-mouthed kisses over the line of Lance's shoulder, toes curled. ]

I still think about it, [ he whimpers, boiling over with lust and humiliation both. being shoved down into the pillows is actually a mercy since it keeps him from babbling even more garbage. shiro’s fucking him with a ruthless intensity now, his hips driving in harder than lance had thought than he’d ever be able to stand from an alpha, but it’s exactly what his willing body craves. he could come again just like this, pressed flat down with his alpha’s weight spread over him, dominating and possessive, but he knows instinctively that it would be better if he could wait, if he held off just for a little while longer. there’s a strange sensation tugging at his rim that he doesn’t comprehend at first, yelping out little noises whenever it pulls at him. shiro feels so huge inside him as he moves, so hot and swollen, rubbing deliciously against his prostate, and somehow there's even more pressure as shiro's rhythm starts to falter.

his body knows what's coming even if lance doesn't. instinct drives him to shove back with a keening wail as hard as he can against shiro's final thrust, taking him to the hilt, and then that pressure is swelling hugely and lance's world contracts to the feeling of the knot inside him and shiro's come jetting deep into him, thick, heavy loads that soothe the deepest, aching places inside of him. his own orgasm seems almost secondary, spurting untouched all over the sheets. his entire focus is on milking that amazing, heavy knot locked safe and deep inside, clenching and unclenching rhythmically in a haze of blissed out satisfaction. this is better than being fucked, better than rimming, better than orgasm; milking every last drop of come out of an alpha's knot so that it fills him and distends his belly, simulating the pregnancy he craves, and he purrs and croons mindlessly each time shiro's throbbing cock rewards him with another warm flood of seed.

half-delirious he struggles to turn over on his side until shiro gets the idea and positions them: still tied together, shiro's leg thrown over his hip, lance pressed back as far against shiro as he can manage, his head lolling back against shiro's shoulder. he's still squeezing shiro's knot and will continue until the flow trickles away to nothing; five minutes, or ten, or half an hour until shiro's knot starts to go down, he can't remember statistics of averages when his brain is floating in a haze of self-satisfaction. he even takes one of shiro's hands boldly and places it on his stomach and the tiny, swollen bump there, inviting him to rub and massage it: proof of how much of his seed lance has been filled with. it's meant to induce any alpha to think of breeding, obviously, and to kickstart subsequent rounds. the most fertile and successful alpha/omega pairs end their cycles with the omega or beta already looking well-pregnant, bellies swollen and soft, even if it's only excess seed that will be slowly absorbed or flushed out of the body within a few days. ]

[ He's always hated the mentality that alphas can't control themselves around an omega or a beta. He can control himself; if Lance had at any point told him no, he would have stopped, sent him away. The problem was that Lance had no intentions of doing that and-- well, Shiro supposes it's not so much a problem as it is something he's going to have to talk to him about later when this subsides. Plenty of betas and omegas - and alphas, really, hadn't taken to spending a heat or a rut with anyone back at the Garrison. There were suppressants, and a thousand other ways to deal with it. There were others who did pair up; Shiro had briefly talked with Matt about it, offering if he needed anything while they were on the mission, though it had never gone anywhere given what happened.

He'd like to think that he has his head on straight after this, but there's no truth to that at all. Orgasm yanks all the thoughts right out of his head and he's left with instinct: burying himself into Lance, pressing his mouth to his shoulder and holding him tight until it's finished, equal parts protective and possessive. He's laughably easy to move where Lance wants him to and does his best to help out, curling into him when it's done, panting quietly into his neck. The first few moments are enough to ease some of the fog in his mind; Shiro drops a hand down where instructed and flattens it against the delicate swell of his belly and oh. He's not expecting the pulse of warmth to go through him, the mental image of Lance swollen with his children.

Shiro doesn't exactly want children right now - five, ten years down the road, sure, he wants that but right now it's the worst idea. That doesn't mean he doesn't imagine the sight of it, the sharp angles of Lance rounded out. His fingers press lightly there and trace down to his dick, cupping him lightly while he catches his breath and tries to get his brain to work again enough to find words. ]

You were so good for me. [ Lance'd asked for it earlier but finding words was like trying to grasp at dry sand and build something. Now, it's easier, the last few pulses of orgasm good but not mind-numbing like before. ] Perfect, Lance.

[ children aren't exactly in lance's plans for the immediate future either; it's all hindbrain, beta evolutionary drives kicking in, let out of their cages for the first time in lance's young life. the handful of cycles he'd shared had been with other teenagers, clumsy and fumbling, and he hadn't begged any of them to knot him and tell him he was a good boy. he'll be mortified later, probably. right now he's just basking in the afterglow, purring with satisfaction as shiro kisses his shoulder, rubs his palm over lance's full belly and down to his sated cock, wet and limp against his thigh. betas aren't nearly as fertile as omegas and lance is on birth control for this very situation, but he's thinking about it too: shiro's seed growing in his stomach, making him swell heavy and round with child. shiro would make beautiful children, he thinks dreamily, caressing the soft, hot bump himself while strong inner muscles milk another pulse of come from shiro's cock. ]

I was good? [ he murmurs back, soft and hopeful and dazed, not so much doubting but wanting to hear it repeated.

he snuggles closer, nuzzling against shiro's neck and starting to rock slowly against his fingers, teasing himself with the knot. miracles of a teenage libido, although squirming like that might not be as comfortable for shiro, who will probably be feeling oversensitive soon if he isn't already. an obedient beta would wait for his alpha to soften enough to slip out, and then wait, attentive and considerate, until the alpha was ready for another round, but lance is feeling shameless and greedy and shiro has been so, so generous with him.

he could come again before shiro's knot has even gone down, he thinks, rolling his hips experimentally and making the knot tug against his sensitive rim. ]

You feel so, so good, [ he moans, the power of speech coming back to him slowly. ] I didn't know you'd feel so good, I didn't know how fat your knot would be, it feels so big, Shiro...

[ Their hands on Lance's belly are one thing, but he's not prepared for the spike of lust that pushes through him at the sight of it. He stares, can't fucking help himself, really, staring at the way their hands rest over Lance's stomach. His fingers press in just slightly and his hips push up, fucking into him what little he can with the tiny amount of leverage and his knot in the way. It's not much, but it's enough to wring another aftershock out of him, another pulse of come, enough to get Shiro curling around Lance and groaning. ]

Perfect, you were perfect.

[ It's a soft slur against Lance's shoulder, his mouth smearing wet kisses there as he tries to breathe through the adjustment, and then - Christ, he should have expected. Lance starts rocking again, eager and squirming against him and drags against the very edge of the knot, its widest point. It hasn't fallen enough to slip out but it's enough that Shiro can fuck back into him, fingers pressing into Lance's hip, his belly. ]

It's not too much-?

[ He's not sure what he's clarifying here - whether he means the knot, the come, or the idea of a second round but his instincts say it doesn't matter. Lance is ready and willing and when Shiro slides down to palm him again, his cock fattens in his hand. ]

[ it's no coincidence that lance's dick twitches at the word 'perfect' and fills out quickly, shiro would have to be blind and deaf to miss the way lance shivers and moans for any praise. ]

Please, please. [ he drags shiro's fingers across his stomach, almost more interested in being petted there than in having shiro fist his cock. his scent is both eager lust and self-satisfied contentment, all anxiety gone, and-- well. he no longer smells like a virgin. there's a note of faint, fragile sweetness, a marker of immaturity, that's deepened permanently into a darker, headier perfume. betas and omegas and even alphas that had poor or difficult experiences in their pairings sometimes carried it with them; a hint of sour or bitterness, a mote of reluctance. it was supposed to be a signal that a current breeding partner was becoming unacceptable, something that could be fixed with a new mate.

lance smells like shiro now, instead of an untried teenager: a healthy breeding adult, strong and willing and happy. a good addition to any pack. shiro had brought that out in him and he's almost drunk with it, exhilarated by his own changed scent caught all over shiro's skin. ]

Gimme more. I want-- [ his hips swivel, fucking himself greedily. maybe shiro won't even pull out, maybe his dick will swell right back up inside lance even with the knot deflated. ]

--I want to be full, Shiro, I want you to make me so full, please.

[ the thought occurs, however, that maybe-- shiro's scent has still got that faint, faint omega tang to it, and maybe lance begging for a knot is satisfying the alpha parts of him, but that's not all shiro is, anymore. maybe shiro wants the same things lance wants from an alpha. ]

But-- but. [ he reaches back and palms shiro's magnificent ass, shaking off some of his lethargy and affecting a confidence he's not entirely sure he can back up, and gently rubs a finger down between shiro's cheeks. an omega would be wet there. ]

I want to make you feel good. [ entreating, ] I wanna take care of you.

Edited 2016-08-21 03:36 (UTC)

[ There's no missing that at all. Shiro cups his cock a little more firmly, tracing his fingers lightly down the underside of him, cupping his balls and then his hand drags back up, thumb smearing over the tip.

Shiro buries his face in the curve of Lance's shoulder, licking a line over it, tasting sweat, but mostly he's distracted by the scent. It smells like sex in here, of course, but better than that; it smells like both of them mixed, like Shiro's scent is overlaying Lance's and he knows it's just the mating endorphins and he knows that he's still riding that high but that doesn't stop him from nuzzling into him and practically purring in response to the scent. ]

Easy-- easy, Lance.

[ Shiro flattens his hand against Lance's belly and abruptly realizes that might not help. His cock twitches in response and oh, god, it's edging on too much despite the odd mix of heat and rut. Flinching, he sucks a deep breath in and stares at the ceiling a moment, trying to breathe through the rush of pleasure so sharp it's nearly pain and then Lance starts getting handsy again.

His hand dips down, fingers tracing between his cheeks. He might not get soaked like a proper omega, but he's slick. He'd felt it along the insides of his thighs when he'd first started fucking Lance, a reminder of what they Galra did when they changed him, but he'd ignored it for the most part. Now with Lance's hand back there, he shudders, breathing in sharply. ]

You are -- it's just, ah, a lot right now.

[ 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.

[ This sensitive, it doesn't matter just how much or little Lance is moving; any jolt is a movement that sends pleasure ricocheting down his spine, leaves his toes curling again. Thankfully, it's been long enough that he knows they'll be able to slip apart soon but that doesn't mean the moments leading up to it aren't a lot to deal with.

Shiro breathes in, holds it and then exhales unsteadily, his hand working with a sort of single-minded determination over Lance's dick now that he's finally fully hard. This, he can do. It's probably not the smartest idea given that Lance is still tight and hot around his dick, but a tentative little wiggle of his hips proves he can move at least a little bit, even if the swell of his knot still catches on Lance's rim. ]

Lance, it's fine. [ It's also terribly sweet of him to offer to give up the knot, given Shiro knows just how heady and overwhelming having one in can be. Or, well, he's seen the effects, but hadn't ever considered it would have an effect on him like an omega. Now, he's not sure what'll happen if someone knots him, but he feels his stomach clench in a good way at the idea of it. ]

I can wait. You're hard now.

[ And he's still inside him. May as well work himself up to a second orgasm for Lance, to sate him. ]

[ fortunately or unfortunately betas can't knot anyway, so shiro's not about to find out how he might react to one, unless he feels like using one of the omega toys that lance brought with him to the room as a just in case. there's at least one double-sided toy in there, too, which is a dizzying thought while his dick glides smoothly through the tight channel of shiro's fist.

and he's not being too charitable in offering to give up shiro's knot, he's definitely going to be pleading mindlessly for it again in ten minutes, but he's determined that they should... trade off, or something, the way same designation partners did, switching their roles so both could be satisfied. ]

I don't want you to wait.

[ finally, finally the knot's gone down enough to let them move; lance braces himself and ends up moaning brokenly anyway as the whole dripping thing comes sliding out of him in a small river of slick and seed. he presses his thighs together helplessly but he can feel himself gaping wide, hole winking, grasping after the absence.

nevermind that, though. he grits his teeth and flips himself over, putting his dick right up against shiro's slick, soft length, still longer and thicker than his. the barest touch to his own hole gives him more than enough slick to rub the pads of his fingers over shiro's, stroking gently. ]

An omega would wait, but they shouldn't have to, [ he says with a hint of belligerence, daring to make eye contact the way a beta probably wouldn't with an alpha. being face to face makes him want to kiss shiro, but he's afraid if he does he'll just melt back into a pile of submissive goo. he doesn't make a very convincing authority figure either way, so everything he's saying is stuff that he would want said to him. virgin omegas were often even more afraid of their own natures than betas, and that was sort of what shiro was. ]

They'd have a beta or an alpha right there to take care of them and give them everything they need. They would know how important they are... that they deserve to be taken care of.

If you're worried about getting me off, you can use your mouth.

[ 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. ]

Yes, that's - yes. Lance, please.

[ oh.

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. ]

[ There's slickness on the insides of Lance's thighs, a shine there that it takes him a moment to realize isn't just his own wetness, it's the slow crawl of his come sliding out of Lance's hole and fuck fuck, he hadn't realized that it would do it for him but yeah.

He wants something, wants everything. Wants to get his mouth all over the curve of Lance's cock, wants to have his knees on either side of Shiro's head, wants him to fuck into his mouth like he owns it. Wants to get on his hands and knees and arch his back and present for him. None of that is possible in their position right now and his own pride won't let him ask for it, so instead he swallows hard and stares Lance down, running his tongue along his teeth. ]

I want you to -

[ Yeah, nevermind what he wanted originally because he's pushing Shiro's pecs together and -- it's weird, a little bit, because they're not breasts, technically, but when Lance does that and shoves his dick between them, it almost looks like it. It works, anyway and Shiro lifts his hands to cup the curve of Lance's ass, his thighs. ]

Please put your cock in my mouth.

[ It's less a request by a needy omega and more a knowing order from Shiro, his eyes dark as he looks up at him and couples the question with a drag of his human fingers between Lance's cheeks, two fingers pushing against his hole, sliding into him. His metal hand drifts to the front, strokes over Lance's belly and his tongue lolls out for him, waiting. ]

[ 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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