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.]
that
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.]
[The sight of Shiro doing this to himself is enough to keep Lance breathless.
He strips on his way to the bed, pieces of clothing thrown every which way until he sits down on the mattress in the nude. Unable to help himself, he starts to touch his boyfriend, little caresses along his chest and sides.]
You can't tell me I need to... stop doing something that way if it's only once...
[He's amused though, and his back arches a little into Lance's hand.]
A-ah... gonna... leave me looking like this? [He asks it a little breathily. he could sit up and whisper in Lance's ear, but it would be a lot of work and awkwardness.]
What, do I have to beg...?
[His other hand moves to slide down Lance's side, metal smooth and cool.]
Begging sounds really nice...and I think I could just kind of watch you all day like this... But I don't want to watch right now. I want to do. You.
[Another day, he's going to indeed have Shiro put on a nice, long show for him. But right now, the desire to take him is too strong and Lance is not a patient kind of guy. His cock is already completely hard, a bit of precome gathered at the tip, and he's shifting around to look for the lube that Shiro must have used on his fingers.]
[Shiro glances over to Lance as he speaks, cheeks red. It's a little harder, in some ways, to keep playing with himself while Lance is right there - putting on a show will no doubt keep him terribly red most of the time - but he's managing it. His cock throbs against his stomach as he lets his gaze slide over Lance's body and down to the hard line of his erection, plunging his fingers in just a little more, a little harder.
The lube isn't hard to find, though it's kind of nestled itself against his bicep on the bed, neatly capped.]
Man, you're reeeeeeeally impatient for my dick, aren't you?
[He loves, loves, LOVES seeing the usually so well put together paladin unraveled before him like this. Lance finds the lube quickly enough, and he's quick in pouring a generous amount into his palm and slicking himself up with it. He hisses at the sensation of both the coldness of the slick and the feeling of his hand on himself.
He could stay there like that, just jerking off to the sight beneath him, but he knows it's going to feel so much better once he actually gets down to business.]
Right, okay, come on. You got yourself...so nice and ready for me, I won't just leave you hanging.
[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.]
[He moves into position, hiking up Shiro's legs a little in order to get just the right access to him. Normally, Shiro is the one who tops, but it's nice to switch it up once in a while. And there's something extra thrilling about dominating the older man.
Guiding the head of his cock to Shiro's entrance, he gives him one last onceover to make sure he's ready before starting to push in. Immediately, he gasps at being surrounded by such heat.]
[It's nice, honestly. Seeing Lance above him, that look on his face...
His eyes close as his cock sinks in, a groan on his lips. It's so hot.]
Ha-aah... fuck... [His body shifts a little, back arching slightly.] You're so hot, Lance... [It's almost a purr, his fingers gripping the sheets as he looks up at him. There's a come-hither look that Shiro gets sometimes that's downright unfair, and right now? It's leveled at Lance in the worst way.]
[The fact that said look is directed towards him, that groan, the arch of his body... It's all because of Lance. And that makes him as happy as the feel of Shiro around him does. He pauses once he's all the way down to the base, giving them both time to adjust.]
[He's glad to hear it, though. Lance may exaggerate sometimes, but he's generally honest. The pause lasts a long moment before Shiro's struggling not to squirm, fighting the urge to just... be as blatant as he could be.
Lance would like that, but it's embarrassing and he's done enough embarrassing shit so far.]
Why would I...nn. Flatter when it's just the truth?
[He leans down, giving Shiro another kiss--this time soft, and sweet--before he starts moving inside of him. Shiro is already so slick and ready after his own fun with himself, and Lance grins to himself because it was waiting for him.]
[kissing back is so easy, Shiro nibbling Lance's lip and gaping when the younger paladin starts to move. It's been a while since lance topped him, which is probably a lot of why he did it how he did.
He feels so slick and hot inside, and Shiro shivers as he rocks his hips in time.]
I wouldn't...lie to you. You really are incredible. And mine...
[He gives him a sharp, hard thrust before returning to the pace he was going at. Although Lance is more than happy for Shiro to top most of the time, it's still thrilling to be in control like this.]
[It's kind of nice for Shiro, too. Relinquishing control and putting his trust in Lance... he cries out when Lance thrusts into him before returning to his pace, back arching sharply.]
A-ah... haah... w-well, you're mine too, and just as--ngh!--incredible... [His fingers move to run down Lance's back, trailing softly over it as he shifts his hips a little to make it easier for the other to thrust a bit deeper.]
[He can't help but shiver at Shiro's words; it's kind of a thing. Lance sort of, no definitely, has a praise kink, he loves hearing that he's doing well. That he's approved of.
Lance takes the opportunity of the angle shift to drive into him a little deeper, a little more forcefully.]
[It's kind of funny, how they seem to have the opposite kinks - not that Lance has really touched too much on Shiro's, nor has it really been... mentioned. Dirty talk is hot, honestly.
That Lance is just so blunt about what he wants and what he's doing helps.]
Ah... y-yeah. Just like I'm yours... [His body shifts, arching more at the added force.] Nngh... just like that... you're so good, Lance...
[Words are starting to fail him as he keeps at it, not sure how much longer he's actually going to last. It's almost overwhelming, the feel of Shiro's body so tight and hot around him.
He shifts his balance in order to reach down and start stroking at Shiro's neglected cock, thumbing at the head.]
[a small curse flickers from his lips as lance grips his dick, hips rocking into his hand as well as his thrusts.]
Ah-- lance! [He gives a harsh gasp as his hands move to hold him tighter. It's too much, and hearing Lance's praise is even better... He'd be more able to endure if he hadn't been playing with himself, but as it is he's so close..]
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[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.]
that
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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[The sight of Shiro doing this to himself is enough to keep Lance breathless.
He strips on his way to the bed, pieces of clothing thrown every which way until he sits down on the mattress in the nude. Unable to help himself, he starts to touch his boyfriend, little caresses along his chest and sides.]
You look so good, Shiro...
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[He's amused though, and his back arches a little into Lance's hand.]
A-ah... gonna... leave me looking like this? [He asks it a little breathily. he could sit up and whisper in Lance's ear, but it would be a lot of work and awkwardness.]
What, do I have to beg...?
[His other hand moves to slide down Lance's side, metal smooth and cool.]
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[Another day, he's going to indeed have Shiro put on a nice, long show for him. But right now, the desire to take him is too strong and Lance is not a patient kind of guy. His cock is already completely hard, a bit of precome gathered at the tip, and he's shifting around to look for the lube that Shiro must have used on his fingers.]
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[Shiro glances over to Lance as he speaks, cheeks red. It's a little harder, in some ways, to keep playing with himself while Lance is right there - putting on a show will no doubt keep him terribly red most of the time - but he's managing it. His cock throbs against his stomach as he lets his gaze slide over Lance's body and down to the hard line of his erection, plunging his fingers in just a little more, a little harder.
The lube isn't hard to find, though it's kind of nestled itself against his bicep on the bed, neatly capped.]
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[He loves, loves, LOVES seeing the usually so well put together paladin unraveled before him like this. Lance finds the lube quickly enough, and he's quick in pouring a generous amount into his palm and slicking himself up with it. He hisses at the sensation of both the coldness of the slick and the feeling of his hand on himself.
He could stay there like that, just jerking off to the sight beneath him, but he knows it's going to feel so much better once he actually gets down to business.]
Right, okay, come on. You got yourself...so nice and ready for me, I won't just leave you hanging.
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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.
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[He moves into position, hiking up Shiro's legs a little in order to get just the right access to him. Normally, Shiro is the one who tops, but it's nice to switch it up once in a while. And there's something extra thrilling about dominating the older man.
Guiding the head of his cock to Shiro's entrance, he gives him one last onceover to make sure he's ready before starting to push in. Immediately, he gasps at being surrounded by such heat.]
Fuck, Shiro...
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His eyes close as his cock sinks in, a groan on his lips. It's so hot.]
Ha-aah... fuck... [His body shifts a little, back arching slightly.] You're so hot, Lance... [It's almost a purr, his fingers gripping the sheets as he looks up at him. There's a come-hither look that Shiro gets sometimes that's downright unfair, and right now? It's leveled at Lance in the worst way.]
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Y-you too. You always feel so good...
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[He's glad to hear it, though. Lance may exaggerate sometimes, but he's generally honest. The pause lasts a long moment before Shiro's struggling not to squirm, fighting the urge to just... be as blatant as he could be.
Lance would like that, but it's embarrassing and he's done enough embarrassing shit so far.]
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[He leans down, giving Shiro another kiss--this time soft, and sweet--before he starts moving inside of him. Shiro is already so slick and ready after his own fun with himself, and Lance grins to himself because it was waiting for him.]
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[kissing back is so easy, Shiro nibbling Lance's lip and gaping when the younger paladin starts to move. It's been a while since lance topped him, which is probably a lot of why he did it how he did.
He feels so slick and hot inside, and Shiro shivers as he rocks his hips in time.]
Nngh... Lance... s- so good...
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[He gives him a sharp, hard thrust before returning to the pace he was going at. Although Lance is more than happy for Shiro to top most of the time, it's still thrilling to be in control like this.]
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A-ah... haah... w-well, you're mine too, and just as--ngh!--incredible... [His fingers move to run down Lance's back, trailing softly over it as he shifts his hips a little to make it easier for the other to thrust a bit deeper.]
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Lance takes the opportunity of the angle shift to drive into him a little deeper, a little more forcefully.]
Always...always yours...
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That Lance is just so blunt about what he wants and what he's doing helps.]
Ah... y-yeah. Just like I'm yours... [His body shifts, arching more at the added force.] Nngh... just like that... you're so good, Lance...
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[Words are starting to fail him as he keeps at it, not sure how much longer he's actually going to last. It's almost overwhelming, the feel of Shiro's body so tight and hot around him.
He shifts his balance in order to reach down and start stroking at Shiro's neglected cock, thumbing at the head.]
So, so fuckin' beautiful, you know that? Nngh...
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Ah-- lance! [He gives a harsh gasp as his hands move to hold him tighter. It's too much, and hearing Lance's praise is even better... He'd be more able to endure if he hadn't been playing with himself, but as it is he's so close..]
Oh, fuck... i... l-lance, I'm too close...
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