[When Lance pants out his words, Shiro can't help but laugh a little, staring over at him from where he is.
It's a sight to see in photo form, but to actually also see Shiro, his lip pulled between his teeth as his fingers work slowly inside him, not... actually stopping when Lance locks the door. If he stopped, he's pretty sure he'd just rut against them.]
It's... only been once, hasn't it? [Shiro's a little breathless, something he didn't quite expect from just fingering himself. Sure, he gets this way when Lance does it, but he always assumed that was because it was Lance's fingers, as if his own would somehow not have the same effect.]
Sh-shit, but it's kind of -haah- nice, seeing you all... out of sorts... [As if it's not bad enough when Shiro actually curses, but his whole tone is just so afflicted for obvious reason.]
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It's a sight to see in photo form, but to actually also see Shiro, his lip pulled between his teeth as his fingers work slowly inside him, not... actually stopping when Lance locks the door. If he stopped, he's pretty sure he'd just rut against them.]
It's... only been once, hasn't it? [Shiro's a little breathless, something he didn't quite expect from just fingering himself. Sure, he gets this way when Lance does it, but he always assumed that was because it was Lance's fingers, as if his own would somehow not have the same effect.]
Sh-shit, but it's kind of -haah- nice, seeing you all... out of sorts... [As if it's not bad enough when Shiro actually curses, but his whole tone is just so afflicted for obvious reason.]