[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.]
[Shiro's body is so broad and firm against his, something he appreciates greatly. He's always admired the older man's form. Lance isn't a twig, he's definitely got some muscle of his own, but he's still slender and lanky. Shiro is....well. A beefcake.]
So, uh, I...thought maybe, maaaaaaaybe I'd strike lucky, and uh. Yeah, I kind of brought lube.
[The words fall from his lips before he even thinks about anything, just... lance. Lance please.
But it's not a bad thing, in this case, is it? Lance is far too eager, but it's endearing in its way. With an embarrassed noise, he leans in to kiss the other.]
[Lance is nothing if not overeager and overexcited. He places a quick kiss to Shiro's lips before getting out of the shower and digging through his jeans for the small bottle. That retrieved, he hops right back in and presses it against Shiro's hand.]
It's fine. [He looks at him for a moment, taking a deep breath. It's not like he hasn't messed with himself down there, but this is definitely going to be different.] Need me to turn around now, or?
Yeah. That's... probably best. [It'll be easiest when he can see, when he can move carefully.] I mean, unless there's something more you had in mind, first.
Probably. [The bed would make this easier. For now, he leans in against Lance a bit, his prosthetic arm bracing against the wall as his lube-slicked fingers trail down over the other's ass, curious but warm. When he reaches his hole, he rubs first, watching Lance's reaction.]
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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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[Shiro's body is so broad and firm against his, something he appreciates greatly. He's always admired the older man's form. Lance isn't a twig, he's definitely got some muscle of his own, but he's still slender and lanky. Shiro is....well. A beefcake.]
So, uh, I...thought maybe, maaaaaaaybe I'd strike lucky, and uh. Yeah, I kind of brought lube.
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[The words fall from his lips before he even thinks about anything, just... lance. Lance please.
But it's not a bad thing, in this case, is it? Lance is far too eager, but it's endearing in its way. With an embarrassed noise, he leans in to kiss the other.]
... I guess you'd best grab it, then.
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I want you to get me ready.
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Leaning in, he kisses Lance again as he uncaps the bottle, maneuvering it to pour some of the slick liquid onto his hand.]
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[But! For now, he turns around, placing his hands against the tile of the shower wall.]
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Probably. [The bed would make this easier. For now, he leans in against Lance a bit, his prosthetic arm bracing against the wall as his lube-slicked fingers trail down over the other's ass, curious but warm. When he reaches his hole, he rubs first, watching Lance's reaction.]
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