[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.
[He's mid-movement when Lance reaches up with the washcloth (also okay, but Lance, consider: A loofah wouldn't let you get your fingers this close to his skin) and runs it along his arm. In his current state, mind a muddled mess of unsorted feelings and idle thoughts, it's... well, it has an immediate effect on him.]
Lance, you don't need to- [His voice is a little breathy, a little higher than it was a moment before, as all his thoughts seem to redirect to a. his arm and how nice that feels and b. his dick, because Lance is hot and Shiro's still human. A little, pleasant sigh escapes him despite his protest.]
Stop complaining, will you? I'm fine with doing this. I like doing this.
[He REALLY likes doing this, if his erection is any indicative. When Lance is done with Shiro's arm, the cloth moves to his chest. That beautiful chest.
His eyes flicker down, and he can't help but grin to himself. Looks like Shiro is enjoying this.]
[It's intentionally descriptive, maybe, to distract himself from how nice it is.
When his body shifts this time, though, it's not out of that sense of dizziness. It's just that it feels good, and it makes him want to lean back against the shorter paladin. His prosthetic fingers curl a little as he resists the urge to lean back, to relax into it so neatly.]
S... sorry, I... ah. That feels... really nice, actually. [Lean back a little more, Shiro, before you assume you even need to apologise.]
Only if the other men are like you. Or, okay, more specifically, are you.
[Just relax, Shiro. Lance has got you. He takes his sweet time washing every inch of his chest, faintly cursing the tiny layer of cloth between his fingertips and Shiro's skin. The washcloth moves down his chest, to his sides, down to his hip.]
[Shit. A helpless little moan issues from his lips when Lance's washing brushes the cloth over his nipples, and he glances down as it moves further. On the upside, his mind is finally starting to catch up to what Lance is actually saying.]
... you really... me? [He's just a little surprised, okay. And turned on. And finally leaning back against Lance a good bit more, his back fitting nicely against the warm span of the other's chest.]
[Pressed up against Shiro like this, the older paladin can undoubtedly feel Lance's erection against his backside. Lance has been turned on since the moment he stepped through the doors, really, but now he can't really get much harder.
The hand that isn't holding the washcloth splays against Shiro's stomach, rubbing small circles into the skin.]
[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.]
[Shiro hadn't pushed him away yet, so that was telling enough, he guessed. But it's still somewhat surprising. Someone as amazing and hot and generally awesome as Shiro wanting him?
He's happy to give, though.
The hand on his stomach moves down to wrap lightly around Shiro's cock, working at stroking him into full hardness.]
[It felt weird, maybe, but also good. And Lance's hands are attentive and comfortable on his skin.
And then that hand wraps around his cock, stroking him until he's hard, water pouring between them... it's probably quite a sight, honestly.]
Lance... [He's a little breathless, not... honestly used to having someone touching him. It feels so much better than his own hand, and his hips rock back against Lance's, cheeks turning darker red at the feeling of his cock sliding between his own firm asscheeks. It was unintentional, but damn if it isn't kind of hot.]
[This keeps feeling better and better. Lance rocks his hips against him, thrusting against the crevice of his ass once he realizes what he's doing. He mouths along Shiro's back as his hand continues to move steadily on him, teeth leaving little marks peppered over the slick skin.]
[A little curse issues from his lips when Lance bites down along his skin, if Lance recognises the heated word as such from the tone; it's not often at all he slips into Japanese, but that's enough to do it.
A low rumble escapes him as the sense of hangover and residual drunkenness start to fade - he's still a little dizzy here and there, but it's a lot easier to ignore as lust hazes his mind another way. His fingers curl around Lance's hip as he finally reaches back to let them, kneading slightly.]
[He gives him a squeeze, shivering against his body. This is happening, this is really happening.]
I've wanted to do this for so long, you have no idea. I've fantasized about you so much. You have the starring role in like, almost every wet dream and masturbatory fantasy I've had in years.
Serious--nngh! [Shiro's hips buck at the squeeze, a breathy groan escaping him. Lance isn't one to hold back from being blunt, but... he can't help but question if he's not exaggerating a little.]
... What... kind of fantasies do you have then, Lance? [His voice isn't hesitant so much as he's having trouble focusing on speaking. Hell, he's more than happy to fulfill some of those fantasies right here and now.]
Anything and everything. Being able to worship that gorgeous body from head to toe and every inch in between with my hands and my mouth... You, pinning me to the bed or to the wall and fucking me so hard I can't say a single word, can't move an inch, all I can do is take it and love it.
[He makes a little whine of a moan, breath hitching as he thinks about it, cock twitching against Shiro's backside.]
[When they're facing each other, he leans him to give him an actual proper kiss. It feels wonderful, and he presses their bodies back together, grinding up against that.]
[It's honestly that much better being face to face, chest to chest. He groans when Lance grinds against him, fingers sliding down his slim waist to pull him a little closer.]
You're... getting ahead of yourself, aren't you? [Huffing a laugh, he shivers and rubs idle circles over Lance's skin. How are they even going to manage this? Did Lance bring lube with him?
... On second thought, he wouldn't put it past him.]
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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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[He's mid-movement when Lance reaches up with the washcloth (also okay, but Lance, consider: A loofah wouldn't let you get your fingers this close to his skin) and runs it along his arm. In his current state, mind a muddled mess of unsorted feelings and idle thoughts, it's... well, it has an immediate effect on him.]
Lance, you don't need to- [His voice is a little breathy, a little higher than it was a moment before, as all his thoughts seem to redirect to a. his arm and how nice that feels and b. his dick, because Lance is hot and Shiro's still human. A little, pleasant sigh escapes him despite his protest.]
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[He REALLY likes doing this, if his erection is any indicative. When Lance is done with Shiro's arm, the cloth moves to his chest. That beautiful chest.
His eyes flicker down, and he can't help but grin to himself. Looks like Shiro is enjoying this.]
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[It's intentionally descriptive, maybe, to distract himself from how nice it is.
When his body shifts this time, though, it's not out of that sense of dizziness. It's just that it feels good, and it makes him want to lean back against the shorter paladin. His prosthetic fingers curl a little as he resists the urge to lean back, to relax into it so neatly.]
S... sorry, I... ah. That feels... really nice, actually. [Lean back a little more, Shiro, before you assume you even need to apologise.]
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[Just relax, Shiro. Lance has got you. He takes his sweet time washing every inch of his chest, faintly cursing the tiny layer of cloth between his fingertips and Shiro's skin. The washcloth moves down his chest, to his sides, down to his hip.]
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[Shit. A helpless little moan issues from his lips when Lance's washing brushes the cloth over his nipples, and he glances down as it moves further. On the upside, his mind is finally starting to catch up to what Lance is actually saying.]
... you really... me? [He's just a little surprised, okay. And turned on. And finally leaning back against Lance a good bit more, his back fitting nicely against the warm span of the other's chest.]
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[Pressed up against Shiro like this, the older paladin can undoubtedly feel Lance's erection against his backside. Lance has been turned on since the moment he stepped through the doors, really, but now he can't really get much harder.
The hand that isn't holding the washcloth splays against Shiro's stomach, rubbing small circles into the skin.]
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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.]
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[Shiro hadn't pushed him away yet, so that was telling enough, he guessed. But it's still somewhat surprising. Someone as amazing and hot and generally awesome as Shiro wanting him?
He's happy to give, though.
The hand on his stomach moves down to wrap lightly around Shiro's cock, working at stroking him into full hardness.]
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[It felt weird, maybe, but also good. And Lance's hands are attentive and comfortable on his skin.
And then that hand wraps around his cock, stroking him until he's hard, water pouring between them... it's probably quite a sight, honestly.]
Lance... [He's a little breathless, not... honestly used to having someone touching him. It feels so much better than his own hand, and his hips rock back against Lance's, cheeks turning darker red at the feeling of his cock sliding between his own firm asscheeks. It was unintentional, but damn if it isn't kind of hot.]
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[This keeps feeling better and better. Lance rocks his hips against him, thrusting against the crevice of his ass once he realizes what he's doing. He mouths along Shiro's back as his hand continues to move steadily on him, teeth leaving little marks peppered over the slick skin.]
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A low rumble escapes him as the sense of hangover and residual drunkenness start to fade - he's still a little dizzy here and there, but it's a lot easier to ignore as lust hazes his mind another way. His fingers curl around Lance's hip as he finally reaches back to let them, kneading slightly.]
's nice... God...
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[He gives him a squeeze, shivering against his body. This is happening, this is really happening.]
I've wanted to do this for so long, you have no idea. I've fantasized about you so much. You have the starring role in like, almost every wet dream and masturbatory fantasy I've had in years.
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... What... kind of fantasies do you have then, Lance? [His voice isn't hesitant so much as he's having trouble focusing on speaking. Hell, he's more than happy to fulfill some of those fantasies right here and now.]
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[He makes a little whine of a moan, breath hitching as he thinks about it, cock twitching against Shiro's backside.]
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And.. nnh... right now, then? I'm not sure I could give you all of that, but...
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[Because goddamn, he wants this. Needs this.]
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[Even if Lance's phrasing makes his cheeks heat up, and the hangover isn't gone, but... there's a wall he can lean on. He should be fine.
Shifting a little, he starts to turn, sliding his fingers along Lance's arm.]
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[When they're facing each other, he leans him to give him an actual proper kiss. It feels wonderful, and he presses their bodies back together, grinding up against that.]
Want you so bad.
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You're... getting ahead of yourself, aren't you? [Huffing a laugh, he shivers and rubs idle circles over Lance's skin. How are they even going to manage this? Did Lance bring lube with him?
... On second thought, he wouldn't put it past him.]
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