Voltron open rp post

[cargopilot]

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VOLTRON OPEN POST - Lance

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[cargopilot]

I-- I--!

[ he comes again instead of saying it, riding matt's fingers and wailing, pushed over by the thought of having shiro's heavy cock inside him. he kneads matt's breast fitfully and then lowers his head in a spasm of unthinking impulse to kiss and suck the soft flesh around the stud, mounding matt's tit, and finally closing his lips over the pierced nipple to nurse. bending himself down like that means putting a little distance between them, matt's fingers sliding free with a tangible squelch. the absence is awful and immediate but he keeps his own trembling fingers inside matt, rubbing and searching, concentrating on him. ]

I want it inside me, [ he whispers, hiding his face against matt's lovely tits, licking the sea spray off them. ]

I want his cock in me, I want it in my-- my p-pussy.

[theotherholt]

[It isn't easy to say -- Matt remembers, he remembers with a regret and a sorrow that anyone else has to struggle through that adjustment, that Lance feels he has to fight against what his whole body clearly wants. So he rewards it immediately, stroking his fingers through the younger boy's soft, damp hair, gentle on the nape of his neck, petting at the ridge of his spine the way he would for a restless, fretful kit. The feeling of that hot, wet mouth against the pierced nub of his breast makes him shiver luxuriously, rocking his hips gently, cunt gripping tight around Lance's long fingers.

Despite the cool water, Matt's shoulders are slippery with sweat, heart thudding quick and eager in his chest, pulse thrumming through his body and prompting the kits inside his body to shift restlessly, tangible where he's pressed close to Lance's shivering body. Another soft moan and the pressure in his sore breast eases slightly under the searching tongue and lips, the jeweled stud beaded suddenly with milk. A gentle laugh, relieved.]

See? Not so hard, right? [He smooths the tangled wet hair from Lance's face, half indulgent affection at the surrender, half barely-repressed longing to see someone -- Shiro, Zarkon, a nameless Galra stud -- give Lance what he so desperately needs. Matt's hands and mouth are well-practiced, but this sweet, vulnerable newcomer needs more, needs to be bred the way his body is craving.] You're okay. It's okay.