#alpha!shiro

[theprojectava]

I've been watching way too many werewolf movies lately. So... Have some werewolf!AU / Red Riding Hood AU / A/B/O dynamics crossover thingy?

[fenfyre]

Purpose - Part I

For Dragon, happy (belated) Valentine’s Day!

Lance had known very well what he was doing when he sidled up to the tall, handsome guy at the bar. He knew he often seemed oblivious, even preferred it that way, and it was definitely the facade he kept up when he bumped into the man, blinking up at him with his wide eyes full of surprise and his lips mumbling apologies.

But he knew the type of guy that man was, an unmated alpha with a scent that might have been irresistible to anyone else but Lance. He had known while making his way across the room that the guy would grunt at him first, annoyed but mostly unperturbed, before doing a quick double take and changing his posture, opening up, turning towards him.

Lance waved for the bartender and called out his order, slapped a few bills on the counter before looking back up at the stranger who was eyeing him like some especially delicious dessert.

"I already told you I'm sorry", Lance repeated, voice just a little too quiet in the noisy room, so quiet the man had to lean closer. A sharp grin flashed across handsome features, wide enough to be seen from the other side of the bar. Excellent.

"Don't worry about it, gorgeous. Pretty little thing like you can get up even more close and personal, if you’re interested..."

Lance gave a bashful laugh, lashes fluttering as his gaze flicked down, the perfect picture of a flustered omega as he reached up to rub at his neck. The touch so close to his scent glands was arousing, sending hot little shocks down his spine to pool low and simmering in his abdomen. He was careful not too turn too far, though. Careful not to show off the other side of his neck.

"Why don't you stay for a while, hm?" A broad hand reached out to tuck a strand of dark hair behind Lance's ear and he glanced up at the man who was even closer now, crowding against him, pushing him into the bar stool at his side. Lance swallowed hard, felt the hot simmer boil up into burning heat, a want for more that must have already seeped into his scent...

"I can smell how needy you are, princess. I could show you a good time..."

Before Lance could even begin searching for an answer that would stall just a little longer a pale hand landed on the guy's broad shoulder, settling down like a weight that wouldn't allow any excuses. Snarling the guy turned around, ready to defend what he already perceived as his omega, his playmate for the night, but when he completed the motion his expression fell.

Lance had always known what he was doing. He'd known when he bumped into the guy, when he'd played the coy little omega, when the arousal pooled hot and perfect in his abdomen and seeped into his scent for everyone close enough to smell. He'd always known about the reactions he would provoke but the actual, menacing glare on Shiro's face and the deep, rumbling growl as he confronted the man who dared to try and touch his mate, that was enough to set Lance ablaze.

"I would think about that if I were you", Shiro growled, fingers digging deep into the guy's shoulder, hard enough to make him wince. "That's my mate you're talking to."

For a second it seemed like the guy was about to protest, like he might just stand up and fight Shiro and Lance felt incredibly guilty for starting to get wet at the thought alone. But then he looked back at Lance one last time, eyes dragging up and down his lanky frame before turning back to Shiro, slowly raising his hands in a calming gesture.

Lance let out a relieved breath at the same time that his stomach churned in disappointment.

"Hey, I didn't know he was mated, I don't want any trouble."

"No, you don't", Shiro agreed, voice still low and dangerously even as he used his tight grip on the other man's shoulder to steer him away from the counter and give him a light shove. "Now leave."

The guy followed the low command without as much as a word of protest, stumbling away from them and not looking back as Shiro took his place at the bar, sliding close to Lance.

"You...", he rumbled, reaching out to wrap and arm around his mate's waist and pulling him close. The small gesture was enough to make Lance squirm with arousal.

He had always known what he was doing and now he got to reap what he'd sown.

"You did that on purpose..."

"No idea what you're talking about", Lance chirped, not quite mastering the innocent tone he'd been aiming for when Shiro looked at him like that, with a burning desire in his eyes and traces of residual anger in the set of his jaw. Lance would have felt bad if he weren't also vibrating with need and excitement. It wasn't his fault that his mate was this easy to rile up when he was close to his rut and a riled up Shiro was too good to not enjoy thoroughly.

So Lance twisted around until he could press the length of his back against Shiro's broad chest, moulding his body against the familiar shapes of Shiro's hard muscles. The touch was enough to set his skin on fire even though they were still separated by too many layers of clothing. When he wiggled his ass back against his mate's crotch he could feel the stirring hardness, the promise of his mate’s thick arousal enough to make him groan quietly.

Part II

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[voltronreaderinserts]

I want to thank both the anon for requesting it, and you for writing that alpha Shiro/Omega reader. It was wonderful, and I live for that kind of stuff. And if you ever had the time to write something a bit more nsfw I definitely wouldn't mind ;)

Warning slightly rough slightly dom Alpha!Shiro ahead ahaha have some smot without plot!! *Throws flower petals all over you.*

I’m horrible– This is horrible– I’m probably gonna rewrite it when I’m not tired.

– Ryan

His growl reverberates through his chest, and he brings his head down so his lips are pressed to your ear. “You know Keith is an alpha. You know I don’t like it when you come back to me smelling like another alpha..” His hands tighten at your shoulders as he pushes you up against the wall once more, and you wince at the sheer power in his voice.

“I-I know-”

“So why do you persistently come back to me smelling like Keith?” You train with Keith, which is all good and fine. There’s a trust between you and Shiro – you both you know you’re loyal, you’ve been mated. You were bonded. But you could have easily taken a shower before arriving at Shiro’s room. So why hadn’t you?

Shiro’s growl sounds again, and he takes your wrists, bringing them to one of his hands. His teeth scrape against your ear, sending shivers down your spine as they travel to you shoulder, just over your bonding gland. “I’ll just make sure Keith takes the hint this time.” He says darkly, biting down into your skin, and making you cry out in pleasure.

Ah. Yes. This is why you didn’t.

You arch off the wall, your chest brushing against Shiro’s as he assaults your shoulder, biting and licking over the gland until he’s satisfied with your noises. He releases your hands in favor of lifting you, which he does with ease, and rests you against his waist. Your legs wrap around him and your hands fall to his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life.

His teeth begin to tease your collarbones next, and he moves between nuzzling your clavicle and biting it, doing what he can to mark his scent on you. His hands hadn’t taken a break, though, groping at your ass, or scratching at your sides. He was being extremely attentive today; between his hands and his mouth, you could feel your need for him grow, just as you felt his need for you against your leg. 

“Shiro..” You whimper out his name at a particularly sharp bite to your collar, and you writhe against him. His hands come to your hips to steady you, and he licks over the mark he made. Carrying you over to the bed, he was sure not to disturb his work at your neck as he continues to mark you to his own pleasure.

“Shh, baby girl, I’m gonna take good care of you.” He whispers against your skin, laying you down as he situates himself above you. Impatient, he tears at your training clothes, successfully ripping off your shirt. You whine as he brings his mouth back down on you, feeling the soft skin trace your chest. You can see his face scrunch as he catches Keith’s lingering scent, and he puts his mouth to work, this time licking slowly at your sternum.

One of your hands falls to his head, but he ignores it as he continues to tease you, nipping at your skin before his mouth envelops your nipple. The heat from his tongue was sudden, and the feeling caused you to jolt a little in response, moaning his name pleasantly. 

His hands haven’t stopped, not for one second, and one brings itself up to your unoccupied breast as the other falls between your legs. It starts slowly running up and down your thigh, before rubbing into your hip. You can feel your mind slowly turn to mush as he plays all the right notes to get you riled up. You lift your hips, looking for any way to gain friction from his hand, but he has you tamed.

His teeth catch your nipple, tugging at it lightly as his hand finally dips between your thighs, rubbing against your core. He groans out, feeling just how soaked you are from his actions, and him alone. That was enough to give him the power rush he needed, and he pulls away from you frantically removing his own clothes before he can focus on taking your pants off. 

Remembering he’d wanted to tease you a whole lot longer, he threw the thought out the window as you look up to him pleadingly, your lips swollen from your teeth biting them, and a desperate sound in your voice, calling to just feel him already. 

He growls, taking you by the knees, and pulling you flush to his hips. He can feel your wet center against his hard length, and it takes sheer willpower to not thrust in right away. He takes in a deep breath, grinding into you slowly before leaning over you.

“Who else can get you this wet??” He says, his voice heavy and laced with need. His eyes burn a desire into you that you that you can feel in your very core. You whine, grinding back on him before you look away. “N-no one..”

He takes your chin, bringing your eyes back to him. A smirk spreads across his face, and he presses more. “No one but who?”

“Y-you..” You say weakly, but it wasn’t enough for him. He bucks against you, and you yelp at the contact.

“Only you can, Shiro.” He’s a bit more satisfied but still doesn’t give you what you want. His grinding becomes harder, and you’re finding it more difficult to keep quiet. “My alpha!”

When you say the magic words, Shiro thrusts in, almost too hard, but luckily you’d been slick enough to take him whole. He can feel your walls greedily cling to him, and he moans as your warmth draws him in. You scream his name as he suddenly thrusts in, feeling him stretch you out in only the best ways.

He gives you both time to adjust, his teeth digging into his lip as he fights for self-control. You, on the other hand, had recovered rather quick, and much to Shiro’s dismay, you were already whining, and moving, begging for more. Your hands wrap around him, your fingers digging into his back as you mewl into his ear.

“P-please, Shiro, move..” You beg, and he can feel his sanity slowly slipping. “I need you to move, I want you to take me, Shiro.. Make me yours again.” Your words light his desires, and he draws his hips back before roughly thrusting back into you. Your voice carries his name in a pitched moan, and your back arches in pleasure. Your nails scratch across his shoulder blades and it only spurs him on.

His thrusts are strong, and he pumps himself inside you quick, at a pace you’re finding difficult to keep up with. His hands caress your breasts and your hips as he works with your body, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. You can feel his love and adoration, despite his rather desperate and needy tempo. 

Pulling away from the kiss to allow you both some air, he makes his way back over to your shoulder, licking over your bonding gland once as he prepares it for another bite. You can feel the anticipation coil in your stomach before it snaps when his teeth sink into your shoulder once again.

“Shiro!” You cry out as you release, holding onto Shiro tightly as he works toward his own release, finding it shortly after you. You can feel his knot swell, stretching you to an almost uncomfortable limit. You whimper, but Shiro strokes your hair, smoothing it from your face.

“You did good, [y/n], I’m proud.” He coos, kissing your forehead, before switching your positions carefully, allowing you to lay on top of him. He finds the blanket with ease, pulling it over the both of you, and he rubs your back calmingly, knowing it might be a while before his knot retracts. “Just rest, [y/n]. You did wonderfully.”

You smile, and lean up, pressing your lips to Shiro’s jaw, “I love you, my Shiro.” He smiles as you lull to sleep, and he returns the kiss to the crown of your head. “I love you too, [y/n].”

[abo-polydins]

What is shiro like as a alpha?

Thanks for the ask Nonnie! Sorry for the late reply but have some meta~~

In general Shiro is pretty relaxed for an alpha. If it weren’t for his build he could easily be mistaken for a beta or even an omega. He’s calm and friendly, not extroverted but generally at ease around people. He doesn’t start pissing contests, he leads by example and he has a quiet, dorky sense of humor. 

That being said, he’s an alpha of alphas, he’ll assume responsibility for a group even if there are other strong alphas present from the outset, gently but firmly taking charge with enough brisk efficiency and natural charisma that other alphas find themselves submitting unconsciously. 

If a dominance fight is picked he’s the type to shut down the competition with a sharp look or a hand on the back of their neck and depending on the fight he might end up using that hold to slam an opponents face into the nearest table or the floor if the other alpha is being particularly stubborn.

A skilled and economical fighter with military training he’s always won more fights than he’s lost but he doesn’t let his skill go to his head, because when he was younger he was burned by his own arrogance. 

He can be impatient, inflexible, overprotective, dismissive, and occasionally even willfully blind once he’s decided that something is best it takes a great deal to bend him. 

During his ruts he is often irritable and restless and he doesn’t like to be around people, even his pack, because he snaps and snarls and then feels incredibly guilty about it later. 

He is pansexual with a strong preference for omegas of either primary sex, this is because he knots very easily and often, typically as a part of any intercourse, and he prefers the uncomplicated pliancy of omega bodies. He’s been attracted to members of all three secondary sexes and various gender identities in the past and has done enough experimentation to be comfortable with sex and his sexuality. 

As a mate he’s particularly attentive.He finds it no hardship to stay up waiting the extra hour or go out of his way to see them and spend time with them. He’s also incredibly old-fashioned about scent-marking greeting his mate or current partner with a kiss or a nuzzle just under the hinge of the jaw where the primary scent gland is located. Though he isn’t territorial about his space, he’s very territorial about his people and would be incredibly hurt and angry if their was cheating happening. 

After being captured by the Galra he is more in tune with his alpha instincts, his fighting has acquired a brutal efficiency and his senses are honed to a razor keen sensitivity. While suffering from amnesia, hyper-vigilance and PTSD following the first year of his escape he loses some of his former zen and presents behaviorally as more stereo-typically alpha but he is improving day by day living in close quarters with his small pack and focusing on their mission. 

[sheithfromvoltron]

Gravitational Forces

“You can’t blame gravity for falling in love.” {closed starter with @crxmsonblxze}

"Keith?” Shiro knocked on the door adjacent to his own. Not sure if the other paladin was even awake, he knocked again. "Hey... can I come in? I don’t want to bother you... it’s just you, uh, you smelled kind of... funny today and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay?”

As far as he knew, he was the only one that was completely aware of Keith’s situation, considering he’d been there when he’d presented nearly a year early and about a week after Shiro had (who was a year late). And now standing outside his friend’s door, he hoped he wasn't coming off as rude or overprotective. He was just worried.

Their first day Allura had assured Keith that even though he was late and he hadn’t presented he would likely be an alpha since that was the preferred dynamic match to the lions. Though she’d amended when coming across Pidge who was very much a beta, that occasionally the less finicky lions pick betas, but being the red paladin the chances of that were ‘extremely low.’ 

Apparently it was unheard of to have an omega piloting a lion, so he understood why Keith never really let the topic get brought up and why he was religiously taking his suppressants, sometimes getting Shiro to help him sneak out to buy more. 

“C’mon,” he knocked again, “I know you’re up.” Shiro didn’t want to have to use his alpha voice, but he would if Keith continued being stubborn. “Keith, please.”

[ilovelocust]

Alpha/Alpha Verse (Omega)

Note: I don’t remember who asked about it, but someone wanted to know about Lance and Keith’s relationship when it came to Shiro.  Lance is a straight omega (attracted exclusively to alphas), which Shiro is a prime example of.  I needed a more Keith issue centric drabble to balance out all the Shiro centric ones, so I went ahead and wrote it.  Hope ya’ll enjoy.

Keith really wished Lance was an alpha, then he could just deck him without being the bad guy.  He didn’t understand why the omega was constantly needling him, and the way he always stood so close to Shiro, with those big shiny hero worship eyes.  It didn’t matter how much he scent marked the man, Lance never seemed to catch the hint that Keith didn’t appreciate him getting all up in his mate’s personal space.

It was like being back at the Garrison, where it seemed like every other omega viewed him as just keeping the spot warm.  He’d wanted to punch them too, and when a female alpha asked Shiro to go somewhere private right in front of him he’d hit her.  She’d at least had the decency to claim nothing happened when they were questioned afterward.

If he was fair, and he really didn’t want to be, Lance had never made a pass at Shiro.  He’d flirted with everything that even vaguely resembled an alpha on up to the Princess, since they’d gotten into space, but he’d kept his pick up lines away from the Black Paladin.  He just got too close, and made those damn eyes at him.

It really shouldn’t have surprised anyone when it came to a head.

The mission had been long and life threatening, when Keith got out of his lion all he wants to do is grab Shiro and go to sleep.  What he gets, is walking into the hall to find Lance hugging on his mate.  Shiro isn’t hugging him back, even as Lance is getting his omega scent all over the alpha.  Keith snaps.

Lance nearly hits the floor as Keith tears him off Shiro and shoves him away.

“What is your problem!” Lance shouts.

“You, you are my problem!” Keith yells back, then he makes a gesture to emphasize the space around him, “This is what we call a personal bubble, Lance! Learn to freaking respect it.”

A big hand rests on his shoulder, “Keith it was just a hug,” Shiro says, trying to defuse the oncoming fight with the tone of his voice alone.

Keith’s having none of it.  He whirls on Shiro, “Does he know that!” He shouts, pointing at Lance, “Cause he sure seems keen on ignoring the fact you’re taken!”

“Dude, I am not trying to steal your mate!” Lance yells, interjecting himself back into the argument.

Keith turns and stalks towards the omega.  Lance takes a step back, eyes going wide, “Really? Could have fooled me.” Keith snarls, he follows as Lance tries to backtrack, pushing up close to get in his face, “Does this make you feel uncomfortable?  Like I’m a little too intimately close? Maybe it’s because I am! And you shouldn’t be getting this close to other people’s mates!” He shoves, and this time Lance hits the ground.

“KEITH! Back off Lance.” Shiro shouts, and suddenly his Galra hand is wrapped around Keith’s bicep. “You. Go now,” Shiro says to Lance, pointing towards the door.  The omega scrambles to the obey, pushing off the ground, and running for the door.

Keith waits until Lance is gone to yank his arm out of Shiro’s grasp, “Going to try to pretend I’m in the wrong,” It’d be typical of his life.  He gets pushed and pushed, until he finally pushes back, then everyone acts like he’s the one with the problem.

“You’re overreacting,” Shiro says sternly, Garrison approved look of disappointment on his face.

“You’re underreacting!” Keith snaps back, “You’re always underreacting.  Letting every Tom, Diane, and Harry hang all over you.”  Was it any wonder that everyone had always thought he was just a place warmer, when Shiro let absolutely anyone that wanted to get close to him.

“I’m not going to cheat on you,” Shiro says.

“I don’t think you’re going to cheat on me!” Keith shouts again, it’s just so frustrating.  Shiro is completely missing the point, “I just want some respect.” He emphasizes, “I want people to stop acting like I’m not here and that you’re available. I want you to stop encouraging it.” Stop acting like it wasn’t happening, “I want you to put up some boundaries, so people will stop hitting on you.”

“Keith,” Shiro’s voice has softened.  The older alpha reaches out, tries to pull Keith in.

Keith bats his hands away, steps back out of reach, “Don’t try to hug me.  This isn’t a hug and make it better type of situation.” He growls.

“I’m sorry,” Shiro has his sad puppy dog eyes on, and Keith has to look away.  No. This is a real problem and he won’t let Shiro smooth it over with hugs and kisses.

“No, you’re not.  You’re not going to do anything about so you’re not.” He says it to remind himself as much as Shiro.  The universe will cease to exist before Shiro’s personal space stops being open to all who seek it.  

Shiro tries to say something, but Keith cuts him off, “Don’t.  Just go to bed Shirogane.” Maybe the cold sheets will get him to think about what Keith said, “I’m going to train.  I’ll see you again, when I don’t feel like ripping your damn head off.” Keith storms out.

Now has a direct sequl Talking It Out

[fenfyre]

Purpose - Part V

Part I    Part IV

“I bet you wouldn’t have minded me doing this right outside for everyone to watch. For him to watch...”

“Shiro…”

The bite was anything but unexpected, already tender skin abused even more. But while Shiro was still worrying their mating bite, the very proof of their bond, between his teeth, the tip of his cock caught against the rim of Lance’s leaking, relaxed opening.

Lance yelped and jumped, fingers scrambling across the wooden divider he was still pressed against. At first he thought it was an accident, that Shiro’s intense grinding was bound to make this happen sooner or later. But then it happened again while his mate held him still and rolled his hips forward. Then again and again until the dripping length was lined up perfectly and with the next roll of his hips Shiro just slid inside him, deep and smooth, not stopping before most of his hard length was buried in Lance’s quivering body.

“Shhhhh...”, Shiro soothed, one hand petting along Lance’s hair while the other still held him steady. “Hush now, beautiful. You might have all kinds of naughty ideas but no one outside is allowed to even hear your pleasure. It’s all mine. You’re all mine.”

“Yours...”, Lance agreed, unsure how exactly he managed to even form the word when his entire body was shaking, senses overwhelmed by the sudden fullness after being teased for so long as well as the intense scent of his mate that had only become stronger and stronger until it was all he could smell, invading his very consciousness.

The hand that had been petting his hair moments ago slid deeper to cover his mouth but before Lance could voice any muffled protest Shiro pulled out only to thrust back into him and that was enough to make him feel grateful for the makeshift gag.

The thrust was anything but gentle, especially considering they were only just getting started and it had Lance yelping with overwhelmed pleasure and burning need. Shiro was so deep, so thick and heavy inside him but Lance’s body accepted him willingly as well, more than used to the overwhelming intrusion and relaxing around him perfectly, easing the way with a continuous stream of dripping slick that made every thrust squelch and coated the insides of Lance’s thighs as it rolled down his skin and soaked into his jeans.

"Fuck you're wet, gorgeous...", Shiro grunted as he buried himself deep, weight of his body pressing Lance against the creaking wood that felt like it might give in to their movements sooner or later. One of Shiro's arm came to brace against it as well, caging Lance in who just whined at the feeling of being covered so completely, a high pitched sound that was mostly muffled by Shiro's fingers.

"So naughty for me ... open up so nicely..."

Lance felt his eyes cross and his lashes flutter, back melting against the hard line of Shiro's body draped against his heated skin. A muffled sigh escaped him, then a stuttered little noise as his relaxation and unconscious movement impaled him even deeper on Shiro's dick.

"Not as sassy when you're stuffed full of cock, are you?"

If there weren't warm fingers pressed against his lips Lance would have begged. As is was though he could only offer himself as appealingly as possible, tilt his hips back, let out quiet, keening noises that had Shiro throb and twitch inside him. He knew what his mate liked and what he loved and Shiro loved nothing more than Lance giving in to his every whim.

The moment dragged on for an eternity, Lance's stretched hole fluttering around the welcome intrusion, whole body wordlessly begging for more as Shiro just stood there pressed against him, letting Lance feel every minute shift, every slight roll of those powerful hips that wouldn't give him what they both needed so badly.

Lance was close to reaching up and prying those stifling fingers away so he could beg for real, when Shiro pulled out of him slowly, teasingly. The thrust that followed had the wooden divider creaking and shaking and Lance moaned his enthusiasm into Shiro's palm, lashes fluttering and hole squeezing, dripping...

He had no idea what had finally convinced Shiro to give it to him like they were both craving, but he couldn't wonder about that for long. Not when his mate fucked him this fast and rough, thrusting into him over and over, like he wanted to pound Lance straight through the divider and into the next stall.

"That's a good boy", Shiro grunted at one point, breathless as he kept grinding deep before pulling out and sinking back inside, an insistent, sensual roll of his hips that made Lance tremble. "Always ready to be taken, aren't you? My perfect little omega..."

Lance whimpered and squirmed, fingers skidding across the smooth wood as the heat rolled through his body, overtaking him in a wild crescendo of want and need and helplessness.

Part VI

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[fenfyre]

Purpose - Part VII

Part I    Part VI

The thing about great sex with Shiro was that it made his mate adorably giggly. And that tiny, breathy laugh right there was only the beginning. Before his mate could break down in relaxed laughter though he shifted them both and kissed Lance deeply, the slide of his lips warm and soft and perfect in the lazy afterglow they were sharing.

In moments like these it was always just the two of them, no matter where they had managed to steal away a moment of privacy. No matter that right now they were still cramped together in a bathroom stall, no matter that someone could walk in any moment, just like all the time they had been busy together.

Even though it was deep and loving their kiss stayed relatively chaste, more on the sweeter side than the pure, burning hunger Shiro had shown him before and Lance enjoyed every moment just the way he had their hurried fuck before.

Then a low, rumbling laugh bubbled up from Shiro's chest and they parted, grinning at each other, still lost in the moment.

"You...", Shiro began, tongue sliding out to lick his lips and savour the last traces of Lance's taste, "are insufferable."

The words obviously weren't meant in any bad way and Lance didn't once doubt his mate's playful intentions so he rolled his shoulders, completely trusting Shiro to keep holding him up for now.

"Not my fault you get all territorial just cause I'm talking to some guy", he hummed like his mate would actually believe that playful comment, like Shiro hadn't seen right through him the moment he stepped up to the bar.

"You knew what you were doing." It was said with underlying laughter and Lance shrugged, arched his eyebrow with a cocky smile.

"You liked it", he reminded himself and his mate because well, that was what this had been all about, wasn't it? They played these kinds of games not to annoy and frustrate each other, they did it for the prickling tension and the hot arousal between them at every step and sway, they did it for the explosive sex and the wonderful, giggly high afterwards.

If Shiro didn't like getting riled up like that now and again Lance would have dropped the flirting with random guys at bars act months ago. But it always ended up working in both their favour, after all. So why stop with what was a well loved tradition between them by now?

Shiro's laughter ebbed away into a beautiful smile that made his eyes light up.

"Yeah", he said, a fond note in his voice that Lance allowed himself to drown in for a long, perfect moment. "Yeah, I did."

They were silent for some time after that, Lance curling against Shiro again to enjoy his warmth, the sweat under his clothes slowly cooling and leaving him shivering slightly. As soon as his mate noticed he was moving, carefully pulling out and setting Lance down, allowing him to pull up his pants and get dressed as far as he could, then shrugging out of his jacket do drape it over Lance's shoulders. It smelled so intensely of his mate that Lance almost got dizzy with it, the scent only having grown more pronounced and nuanced as he had been riled up.

"Here", Shiro smiled, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss against Lance's forehead and wrapping those strong, steady arms around him. Another one of these moments that was too tender to happen in this seedy bathroom. But Shiro would always treat him right, no matter where they were.

"Let's go home?", Lance suggested, experimentally shifting his weight and feeling his own wetness and Shiro's come drip out of him in a slow but steady trickle to seep into his already soaked jeans. He could really use a nice, hot shower and some nice, clean sheets to snuggle into alongside his perfect mate, yearning to surround himself with his warmth and scent and love.

Shiro nodded.

"Sure. It's just ... uhm..."

A bashful little chuckle, a broad palm raised to rub at his own neck. Lance frowned.

"You okay?", he asked, hands reaching up to splay against Shiro's chest. Had he missed something? Overlooked some kind of sign that anything about what they had just done wasn't quite alright by both of them? No, Shiro would have told him the moment he was uncomfortable. So what was this about?

His mind was still racing a mile a minute when Shiro shrugged helplessly, dropping the hand that had been rubbing at his neck.

"We might have ... jumpstarted something", he finally admitted, gesturing down between them. When Lance followed the motion with his eyes he saw what his mate was talking about.

Shiro had tucked himself away again, dutifully closed his pants to become more or less decent again but none of it could hide the fact that there still was a massive bulge, his erection very much obvious at a glance. Lance bit his lip, a sweet, aching pull low in his abdomen as his own cock gave a helpless, painful little twitch.

"Oh..."

It was the only thing he really could say with his mind going straight back into the gutter at the sight, hands sliding lower to press against hard abs. Shiro's rut was supposed to hit in a few days, not tonight. But apparently having to defend his mate from another Alpha had sped up the process significantly.

There went their weekend plans. Lance couldn't say he was too upset about that, though.

"I'm good for now but ... I'll probably want to ravish you again by the time we get home", Shiro mumbled, seeming almost embarrassed like they hadn't been through this together dozens of times already. Like they hadn't spent blissful days rolling in bed together, riding out the thrumming waves of Shiro's rut or sated the endless cravings Lance got during his heats. Like they hadn't spent some of their best days ruining their sheets and just about every surface of their apartment.

So if this naughty little stunt in the pub's restroom had only been the beginning to an amazing weekend then Lance was already looking forward to all the fun they would get to have. Then he shifted again, heart already flipping in his chest but hole still leaking uncomfortably.

"Can you maybe ... ravish me in the shower first?", he asked, kissing his thoughts of a slow night cuddling his mate goodbye without much remorse. They would still get to cuddle after all of this was done, after Shiro had fucked the rut out of his system, lain thorough claim on his mate and confirmed their bond once more.

Shiro huffed a relieved laugh, like he had expected anything but utter delight from Lance. Like Lance could ever show anything but giddy joy at the prospect of Shiro taking him apart completely.

"I can ravish you anywhere you like, my love."

The End

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