"Stop, stop," Shiro grunted as Lance straddled him, weight forward on his knees. He paused as Shiro's left hand pressed into his hip, and looked down at Shiro finally, eyebrow cocked.
"Yes...?" Lance said, trying to keep the impatience out of his voice.
"Sensitive," Shiro grunted, gaze(more) fixed firmly on Lance's abdomen, refusing to look up at Lance and skin flushed dark behind his scar.
Lance wet his lips, chest heaving, and rocked his weight, sliding slowly back down Shiro's length and settling there. His knot was already starting to grow, it strained Lance's rim for a second before popping in, and Lance let out a small breathless laugh as its familiar girth settled inside him.
"Why, Shiro," Lance panted slightly. "Are you already gonna come?"
Shiro's attention was laser-focused, now on Lance's own straining erection. He shifted his left hand from Lance's hip to cover it, and stroke it once with his meaty hand. Lance shuddered and closed his eyes for a second, and his reflexive clenching made Shiro moan again.
"Shut up," Shiro said heavily, and Lance laughed and leaned forward, not rising off his knot. Shiro glanced up at him now, his white forelock of hair gone lank and plastered to his forehead with sweat.
"Who knew," Lance murmured thoughtfully, grinding against Shiro. "Just takes a few months of no Lancey-Lance and you practically shoot your load the second I sit on your cock."
"LANCE," Shiro's teeth were gritted now, and Lance laughed, leaning back as Shiro continued to stroke him. "Stop - just /stop/-"
"Talking?" Lance smirked, and then tightened on him, feeling his knot swell in response to the stimulus, locking them together in preparation for his load. "Or this?"
"God DAMMIT, Lance!" Shiro caught his breath and with
Lance watching closely, finally came undone.(less)