[Lance isn't wrong, mind. Shiro's been thinking about this for hours, and then actually playing with himself? All that did was make it worse. He's a little bit breathless, no surprise there.]
I can't help that you're a bad influence.
[The best bad influence, but you know. When Lance moves, Shiro pulls his fingers away with a faint whimper, toes curling slightly at the sudden empty feeling. Cheeks burning, he turns his head away a little. It's not honestly that he's that embarrassed, at this point, but some part of him kind of likes playing shy. The blush, though, is all real.]
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[Lance isn't wrong, mind. Shiro's been thinking about this for hours, and then actually playing with himself? All that did was make it worse. He's a little bit breathless, no surprise there.]
I can't help that you're a bad influence.
[The best bad influence, but you know. When Lance moves, Shiro pulls his fingers away with a faint whimper, toes curling slightly at the sudden empty feeling. Cheeks burning, he turns his head away a little. It's not honestly that he's that embarrassed, at this point, but some part of him kind of likes playing shy. The blush, though, is all real.]
... G-give it to me already.