[Jeez. Shiro should have expected it at this point, but it's still a little... embarrassing to have Lance's dick pressed against his ass.
It's as distracting as Lance's hands, a little groan leaving his lips as they rub against his skin. Shiro's own fingers finally move, shifting from bracing him in any capacity to curling around Lance's hand over his stomach. Not stopping him, but definitely just kind of... feeling over them.
The other, prosthetic fingers still faintly warm, slides back to curl around Lance's hip, rubbing idle circles of his own there.]
I don't think I want to deny you what you want, then... [Maybe it's still the alcohol, in come capacity. But also Lance is hot as hell and he feels lucky, even if the blue paladin can be trying, to be liked this much by him.]
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It's as distracting as Lance's hands, a little groan leaving his lips as they rub against his skin. Shiro's own fingers finally move, shifting from bracing him in any capacity to curling around Lance's hand over his stomach. Not stopping him, but definitely just kind of... feeling over them.
The other, prosthetic fingers still faintly warm, slides back to curl around Lance's hip, rubbing idle circles of his own there.]
I don't think I want to deny you what you want, then... [Maybe it's still the alcohol, in come capacity. But also Lance is hot as hell and he feels lucky, even if the blue paladin can be trying, to be liked this much by him.]