[Shiro's too hung over for this. He just leans there, glancing at Lance and marveling (how many times is this now? He's lost track, especially in his state) at just how... polished the other always looks. It's so much work, but Lance does it religiously and makes it look effortless. Honestly, he's always been a little envious of that.]
I dunno if it'll be as nice, though. I don't have all your product in here.
[Lance waves his hand dismissively, stepping into the shower next to Shiro. ...Showering with Shiro, yep, definitely one of the items on his bucket list is being crossed off.]
Ehh... I think my skin and hair can manage for one day. If it weren't healthy enough to miss a single day's pampering, I'd be doing the whole thing wrong.
[Meanwhile, Shiro's just considering how obnoxious it must be to babysit his ass while he's hungover like this.]
I still don't know where you get everything you need for your self-care. In any case, I shouldn't take too long here.
[He laughs a little, finally leaning away from the wall a bit. The water is as warm as Shiro himself, maybe a little more, and he... honestly thinks nothing of it when he steps fully under the spray again. He's figuring, of course, he'll just shower quickly, rinse off any sweat or whatever else, and then be done. Then Lance won't be inconvenienced.
As if Lance wasn't hoping for this the entire time he had Shiro drinking.]
[Hey. He's not a sexual predator like that, really. Maybe he was kind of...hoping something would happen? But nothing was planned, really. He didn't get Shiro drunk with just this in mind!
This was just...a bonus. A huge bonus.
Lance tries not to be too ridiculously obvious in his staring as Shiro showers, taking a moment to wash his own hair because he might as well. And maybe slightly distract himself from the fact that he is definitely becoming aroused at this all.
[I said hoping, he was totally hoping. Maybe not specifically for this, sure.
It takes Shiro just a moment to realise that Lance is staring, and he looks over his shoulder at him to watch him wash his hair.]
.... You don't have to watch me that closely, I'm okay... [Shiro that is not the only reason he was staring. Of course, moving only aggravates his headache a little more, and he gives a faint noise and grips the wall a little as another dizzy moment hits. Jeez, it's like his body is just rebelling against being alone right now or something.] Of course I say that and then this. [With a little laugh, he shifts again. He... should probably get some help washing up but he doesn't want to inconvenience Lance. More likely, he'll just call it done and finish washing in the morning.
He hasn't looked back enough to notice the other's arousal anyway.]
[Lance huffs, quickly rinsing the shampoo from his short hair. Okay, so the hands on approach it is. Not that...he's complaining about that, no. He takes a washcloth (his kingdom for a loofah), soaping it up before starting to scrub at Shiro, starting with his flesh arm.
Can't stop thinking of you... Might want to be somewhere private before you open this.
[It's not unusual for Shiro to send Lance dirty texts anymore, even if he still blushes like mad when he does. This isn't just a text, though. The black paladin may have had a bit to drink to bolster his courage for it, and there's like a 90% chance that he had some encouragement from someone else. Maybe Hunk.
But the photo itself is definitely something meant only for Lance's eyes. Shiro must have retaken it about a thousand times, to get the crop just right to start at his teeth, shirt pulled up and trapped between them and the long, hard span of his muscular torso on full display beyond.
Well, not full. His arm covers part of the left side, and the crop ends just at the hem of his underwear - his wrist isn't quite in view, making it hard to tell exactly what's going on down there.]
rip all the blood in lance's brain, it's forever gone
[Lance is more the dirty text sending kind of guy, which he takes great pleasure in doing. One of his favorite things to do is to send suggestive comments to Shiro's phone when they're at the dining room table, just to see his face go red in the middle of eating food goo when he opens up his phone. Receiving messages of that nature in return is a rarer thing, but maybe that makes it more special.
Right now, all Lance knows is that he doesn't know much of anything, because he's stopped thinking properly the moment he opened up that picture. Shiro is officially the god of selfies, the god of sexts, the god of pure unadulterated sexiness. And Lance is but his humble slave.]
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yeah that. warning was a good idea. because I did not need the team to see my cock go from 0 to 60 in the span of half a second.
did he ever actually have any in his brain, are we sure
[He smiles at that response, despite being embarrassed. It does make it worth it, and he wasn't lying. God, he wasn't. It's nice, in this case, to have a day off - and while it's unusual for Shiro to spend it in his room instead of out training, it does happen. Especially lately.]
I think I like it better when I'm the only one who sees that. What are you doing now?
was in mid text asking where you were. because if you're busy i'm jerking off, if you're not i'm finding you right now
[Please, please let Shiro not be training right now. Though the idea of sending him a video of him jacking off with copious moans of Shiro's name thrown in is kind of appealing, too. Not as appealing as the real thing, of course.]
i'm a little busy but it'd be better if you were here.
i'll give you a hint.
[That should probably be a warning when the next message comes in, and Lance is going to have to look pretty hard to recognise his own room beyond the other details - namely, the fact that Shiro's dick is definitely hard, and that his fingers are definitely further down than the base of it, and both of these facts frame a good portion of the picture. That Lance can't see him fingering himself is not the point at all.]
[Anyone in the hallway at the moment would see nothing past a vaguely Lance shaped blur, because the teen is running to his room as fast as he can, the moment he recognizes it. These pictures are being saved to his private gallery, but this is something he needs to see face to face. Needs to experience. Partake in, even.
He all but skids into his room, panting hard as he slams his palm onto the wall panel behind him to close and lock the door.]
You...need to...stop doing this when I'm on the other side of the ship...
[And he just stands there, staring at the beautiful sight laid before him.]
[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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2. I'm worried my dog collar isn't going to come in time. I might be trying on dog collars at PetSmart next week. That could get awkward.
3. TAKE DOWN THAT PHOTO OF ME IN THE NURSES COSTUME NOW.
4. I'M IN A SPINNING VORTEX OF SELF-HATRED AND HORNINESS
5. I'm a hopeless romantic that likes rough sex. Judge me
6. Text him!
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Think of it this way. I help you, I get a nice shower out of it too. Everyone wins. And seriously, I am not having you slip and crack your head open.
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[Shiro's too hung over for this. He just leans there, glancing at Lance and marveling (how many times is this now? He's lost track, especially in his state) at just how... polished the other always looks. It's so much work, but Lance does it religiously and makes it look effortless. Honestly, he's always been a little envious of that.]
I dunno if it'll be as nice, though. I don't have all your product in here.
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Ehh... I think my skin and hair can manage for one day. If it weren't healthy enough to miss a single day's pampering, I'd be doing the whole thing wrong.
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I still don't know where you get everything you need for your self-care. In any case, I shouldn't take too long here.
[He laughs a little, finally leaning away from the wall a bit. The water is as warm as Shiro himself, maybe a little more, and he... honestly thinks nothing of it when he steps fully under the spray again. He's figuring, of course, he'll just shower quickly, rinse off any sweat or whatever else, and then be done. Then Lance won't be inconvenienced.
As if Lance wasn't hoping for this the entire time he had Shiro drinking.]
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This was just...a bonus. A huge bonus.
Lance tries not to be too ridiculously obvious in his staring as Shiro showers, taking a moment to wash his own hair because he might as well. And maybe slightly distract himself from the fact that he is definitely becoming aroused at this all.
Not that he can hide it, like this.]
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It takes Shiro just a moment to realise that Lance is staring, and he looks over his shoulder at him to watch him wash his hair.]
.... You don't have to watch me that closely, I'm okay... [Shiro that is not the only reason he was staring. Of course, moving only aggravates his headache a little more, and he gives a faint noise and grips the wall a little as another dizzy moment hits. Jeez, it's like his body is just rebelling against being alone right now or something.] Of course I say that and then this. [With a little laugh, he shifts again. He... should probably get some help washing up but he doesn't want to inconvenience Lance. More likely, he'll just call it done and finish washing in the morning.
He hasn't looked back enough to notice the other's arousal anyway.]
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[Lance huffs, quickly rinsing the shampoo from his short hair. Okay, so the hands on approach it is. Not that...he's complaining about that, no. He takes a washcloth (his kingdom for a loofah), soaping it up before starting to scrub at Shiro, starting with his flesh arm.
Bathing someone has never been this fun.]
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6, goodbye...
[It's not unusual for Shiro to send Lance dirty texts anymore, even if he still blushes like mad when he does. This isn't just a text, though. The black paladin may have had a bit to drink to bolster his courage for it, and there's like a 90% chance that he had some encouragement from someone else. Maybe Hunk.
But the photo itself is definitely something meant only for Lance's eyes. Shiro must have retaken it about a thousand times, to get the crop just right to start at his teeth, shirt pulled up and trapped between them and the long, hard span of his muscular torso on full display beyond.
Well, not full. His arm covers part of the left side, and the crop ends just at the hem of his underwear - his wrist isn't quite in view, making it hard to tell exactly what's going on down there.]
rip all the blood in lance's brain, it's forever gone
Right now, all Lance knows is that he doesn't know much of anything, because he's stopped thinking properly the moment he opened up that picture. Shiro is officially the god of selfies, the god of sexts, the god of pure unadulterated sexiness. And Lance is but his humble slave.]
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yeah that. warning was a good idea. because I did not need the team to see my cock go from 0 to 60 in the span of half a second.
did he ever actually have any in his brain, are we sure
I think I like it better when I'm the only one who sees that. What are you doing now?
point
[Please, please let Shiro not be training right now. Though the idea of sending him a video of him jacking off with copious moans of Shiro's name thrown in is kind of appealing, too. Not as appealing as the real thing, of course.]
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i'll give you a hint.
[That should probably be a warning when the next message comes in, and Lance is going to have to look pretty hard to recognise his own room beyond the other details - namely, the fact that Shiro's dick is definitely hard, and that his fingers are definitely further down than the base of it, and both of these facts frame a good portion of the picture. That Lance can't see him fingering himself is not the point at all.]
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He all but skids into his room, panting hard as he slams his palm onto the wall panel behind him to close and lock the door.]
You...need to...stop doing this when I'm on the other side of the ship...
[And he just stands there, staring at the beautiful sight laid before him.]
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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.]
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6.
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WASN'T MEANT FOR YOU
I MEANT TO SEND IT TO KEITH
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...AND WHY ARE YOU SENDING THIS TO HIM
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and like
because
he really likes my dick and
it's a human thing okay
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Calm down and take a breath
What's going on?
Aside from the horny part of things
That's self-explanatory
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DOES THAT MEAN I'M A FURRY
I DON'T WANT TO BE A FURRY
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What was the ratio of cat to human features?
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35/65? 40/60 maybe? I mean there were whiskers dude
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My pal
My best friend
You're a furry
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THAT'S NOT TRUE
THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE