[Matt manages a laugh, breathless and indulgent and comforting, hand moving back up to stroke at the side of Lance's cheek, thumbing away his tears, kissing him again and again, little quick presses of lips to lips.] Okay, okay, sweetheart, whatever you say. [He murmurs it, shifting down a little -- Lance is taller than he is, even altered like this, and Matt regrettably has to pull away from his cute babbling mouth in order to move like he wants to. But once down, he can work his thigh in between Lance's legs, casually, giving the younger boy something to grind against, if he so chooses to.
Which he will, soon enough, because the thin gauzy fabric is clinging to the inside of Lance's thighs and outlining every perfect Druid-crafted crease and fold of him and Matt's aching to touch, pressing up to rub his bare leg against the slippery-wet cloth of the robe. And then Lance's warm wonderful hands are finally moving inside the open neck of Matt's robe, curious and gentle over his throbbing, heavy tits. He's small, he'll always be small, fitting easily into Lance's long-fingered hands, tiny chips of topaz-amber gems glittering where they're set into the studs he has on each nipple. There are more piercings hidden, where they'll tease and pleasurably torment all those vulnerable soft human parts, but it's the brush of Lance's thumb over the one in Matt's milk-sore breast that sends a pulse of overwhelming need right down his spine.
Shamelessly moaning, Matt's slim thighs grip suddenly around where Lance's leg is caught between them, humping down once, twice, whimpering needily. He knows he's there for a reason, he's there to train and teach and educate, but he also knows that he's been remade and created for a reason, and his body is more sensitive and responsive than it ever was on earth. After all, Galra commanders have enormous cocks, and they require excessive lubrication in order to successfully breed, which is why Matt's been altered to provide that.
And which is why, thighs clamping around Lance's, he's already coming, gushing at the slightest pleasurable touch, slippery and hot and dripping down the insides of his legs, puddling in the sand, the citrus-sweet scent filling the air. Matt whines again, dropping his forehead to the soft, sweat-slick hollow of Lance's throat, trying to catch his breath.]
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Which he will, soon enough, because the thin gauzy fabric is clinging to the inside of Lance's thighs and outlining every perfect Druid-crafted crease and fold of him and Matt's aching to touch, pressing up to rub his bare leg against the slippery-wet cloth of the robe. And then Lance's warm wonderful hands are finally moving inside the open neck of Matt's robe, curious and gentle over his throbbing, heavy tits. He's small, he'll always be small, fitting easily into Lance's long-fingered hands, tiny chips of topaz-amber gems glittering where they're set into the studs he has on each nipple. There are more piercings hidden, where they'll tease and pleasurably torment all those vulnerable soft human parts, but it's the brush of Lance's thumb over the one in Matt's milk-sore breast that sends a pulse of overwhelming need right down his spine.
Shamelessly moaning, Matt's slim thighs grip suddenly around where Lance's leg is caught between them, humping down once, twice, whimpering needily. He knows he's there for a reason, he's there to train and teach and educate, but he also knows that he's been remade and created for a reason, and his body is more sensitive and responsive than it ever was on earth. After all, Galra commanders have enormous cocks, and they require excessive lubrication in order to successfully breed, which is why Matt's been altered to provide that.
And which is why, thighs clamping around Lance's, he's already coming, gushing at the slightest pleasurable touch, slippery and hot and dripping down the insides of his legs, puddling in the sand, the citrus-sweet scent filling the air. Matt whines again, dropping his forehead to the soft, sweat-slick hollow of Lance's throat, trying to catch his breath.]
S-Sorry about that.