[ thaaaat is a whole bunch of crazy talk and lance will be very concerned by it later, when he isn’t getting overwhelmed by the look of dazed pleasure on matt’s face and the way his body practically sings with it. the rational part of his brain that is very, very small right now is still screaming at him, but lance spreads both hands over the firm mound of matt’s belly and leans in and kisses him clumsily, maybe a little frantically, caving to some weird fucked up impulse to offer comfort. he licks into matt's mouth with a sort of nervous aggression, waiting to be pushed away at any second but greedy for whatever he can take.

and he can't stop from touching, even if he's not supposed to-- if he can't touch the chain, he has to rub and stroke matt's taut skin instead, helplessly fascinated by the ripples of movement he can feel under his palms. ]

Was-- the chain-- loose before? [ he pants into matt's mouth, smearing the words against his skin. an 'entertaining reaction.' he can't tell himself if he's angry or disgusted or confused or so turned on he might die, or all of those at once.

shiro nearly died for this. pidge would kill herself to rescue her brother, and this is what he's been doing-- this is what he is now, whimpering under lance's fingertips.

this is what is waiting for lance. ]

Did it get tighter, the bigger you got, pulling at you?