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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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[ 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?