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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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[ 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. ]

[ Yeah, that's what he thought. Shiro looks all too smug for someone asking to be what's effectively face-fucked, especially while in this weird hybrid of heat/rut, but he is smug. Lance makes that noise and Shiro makes a soft hnn noise in response, clearly amused.

How much of Lance's cock can he fit in his mouth? It's certainly smaller than a Galran dick, so he's not worried, but it's been ages since he's done anything with a human, regardless of designation. Lance shuffles up to make it easier and Shiro's tongue drags lightly over the flushed head of his cock, neck bending slightly so he can try to mouth at it but the angle isn't right. ]

It's fine.

[ Really fine. Ten thousand kinds of fine. Shiro moves with him, middle and index fingers curving inside Lance, palm resting lightly against his balls as he rolls his hand lazily. ]

Lance.

[ 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. ]

Shiro, [ he breathes, his voice wobbly. ]

Is this-- okay--?

[ It's actually rather sweet he's holding back this much, that he's being so careful. Shiro drags his tongue over the underside, tracing along the vein there until he can pull himself off with a slick, wet pop. The next push sends his cock sliding against Shiro's cheek and he nuzzles against the base instead, looking up at him with a lazy smile. ]

Yeah.

[ Why'd he even worry about this in the first place? Everything's a warm, soft-edged blur around him but this is certain, this is good. He can make his partner feel good and it satisfies both parts of him, leaves the worrying behind until it's shoved back and there's nothing else. ]

[ not all of his holding back is out of consideration, lance also hasn’t had a ton of people asking him to put his cock in their mouths, especially not an alpha that lance has idolized for years. he’s frankly terrified he’s going to come unexpectedly and choke shiro, or get it all over his face, or--

actually getting it all over his face would be amazing. he whimpers at the thought, and at the sight of shiro nuzzling him tenderly, looking up at him. shiro doesn’t seem fazed by how small he is, either.

daringly, he runs his thumb over shiro’s bottom lip like he’s seen alphas do to omegas in the movies, and then takes a firmly grip on his hair and starts to rock in and out with a little more vigor, sliding himself between shiro’s soft, soft lips. it looks amazing. it feels amazing, rolling his hips and sinking deeper in with each thrust. maybe he’s supposed to hold still and let shiro do all the work, but every nudge of his hips shifts the fingers still buried inside him and he can’t help chasing that feeling. ]

[ The noise Shiro makes is smothered slightly by the cock in his mouth but it's good, it's so good. The weight of his cock on Shiro's tongue, the press of his nose and lips against Lance's pelvis when he's as deep as he can go and Shiro can swallow around him. He doesn't need to use his hand to get at what his mouth can't get to; just a simple press and circle of his fingers around the base of Lance's dick is enough.

Better still is the fistng of his hand in Shiro's hair, guiding him. His eyes flutter shut and he focuses on making it good for him, letting him fuck in and out. It's only when he needs a breath that he breaks away, smearing wet kisses over the swell of him, hand jerking him off. ]

Do you want me to swallow or do you want to come on my face?

[ WELP THAT WAS. LANCE NOT HAVING TO MAKE THAT DECISION, because the fricking minute shiro says ‘come on my face’ lance is already there, spurting everywhere like the idiot teenage boy he is with a choked, surprised whimper. betas don’t produce the ridiculous amounts of semen that alphas do, so it’s not more than three or four hot stripes, but it’s all over shiro’s mouth, his hair, even caught in his unfairly pretty eyelashes.

lance stares down at him, mortified and also insanely turned on, because that’s his scent dripping from shiro’s skin, his mark all over shiro’s face. ]

Ohmygod, fuck, I didn’t-- Shiro.

[ let him die??? why do these things happen to him ]

Oh-- oh.

[ The first one is a shocked little exhale and the next is a low, smooth rumble, clearly pleased as he takes it, closes his eyes and strokes Lance through it. When it's over and his face is damp, he leans in and starts dragging his tongue over Lance's cock, soft and sweet and slow, cleaning up any of the residual mess. God, the smell, the combined scents together, it's so overwhelming that all he can do is shiver, trying to slow his breathing a little bit.

When it's done, he draws back and swipes a finger over his cheek and licks it clean, sucking on his fingers with a wet pop when he draws them back. ]

Can you get me a tissue?

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