[ that’s it, that’s all it takes, matt’s words painting a filthy picture that’s already too close to some of lance’s dirtier fantasies, and he clenches hard on the fingers stretching him, clinging to matt’s shoulders as that feeling takes control of his body again and orgasm crashes over him in a wave. his overactive imagination puts shiro there in the water with him, with them, broad and muscular and dark-eyed, intense, and even the awful realization that shiro and matt were lost lovers isn’t enough to keep lance from coming again, moaning brokenly and writhing his hips when matt finds and strokes his swollen, throbbing clit.
he’s gasping and sensitive when it’s done, shivering against matt, nuzzling him mindlessly. the wash of the water carries away any nasty, sticky residue, so he’s neither overheated nor unpleasantly damp with his own come, although he can feel how much natural slick he’s producing from the way matt’s fingers glide so easily inside him. ]
I want him, [ he whispers blindly, confessing. it feels good to confess. ] I want him here, I want him to come here and be with us.
[ his clumsy, groping fingers find the chain clinging to matt’s swollen belly and he plucks at it, gentle but relentless, following it like a guide rope down between matt’s thighs. ]
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[ that’s it, that’s all it takes, matt’s words painting a filthy picture that’s already too close to some of lance’s dirtier fantasies, and he clenches hard on the fingers stretching him, clinging to matt’s shoulders as that feeling takes control of his body again and orgasm crashes over him in a wave. his overactive imagination puts shiro there in the water with him, with them, broad and muscular and dark-eyed, intense, and even the awful realization that shiro and matt were lost lovers isn’t enough to keep lance from coming again, moaning brokenly and writhing his hips when matt finds and strokes his swollen, throbbing clit.
he’s gasping and sensitive when it’s done, shivering against matt, nuzzling him mindlessly. the wash of the water carries away any nasty, sticky residue, so he’s neither overheated nor unpleasantly damp with his own come, although he can feel how much natural slick he’s producing from the way matt’s fingers glide so easily inside him. ]
I want him, [ he whispers blindly, confessing. it feels good to confess. ] I want him here, I want him to come here and be with us.
[ his clumsy, groping fingers find the chain clinging to matt’s swollen belly and he plucks at it, gentle but relentless, following it like a guide rope down between matt’s thighs. ]