@rubymoon-snape said Ulaz should be resting and that Thace needs to get to his mate and daughter Ulaz can get in a nap. And it made me think, I thought I had a past piece of them napping together with their baby. And I did! Back in 2021! So I decided on another redraw, and I'm pleased.
Anyway! I hope y'all enjoy this one!
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Until next time!
It doesn't matter how much Pidge grows, Thace will always hold her until she falls asleep when she needs it.
She probably had a nightmare or something and he's always ready to comfort him.
He's a good dad.
Also, a thought from @rubymoon-snape, Antok's the one who sews outfits for her plushie. And he absolutely would!
Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this one!
Commissions are open and available on my Ko-fi.
Until next time time!
Pairing: Lance/Shiro/Thace
Rating: Explicit
ya’ll idek. this was supposed to be 3 parts, and now there’s going to be at least 5 because i have no self-control
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Oh god, he might not be able to do this.
His nails dig little half-moons into his forearms crossed behind him as his lovers--his partners-- grapple each other to the mattress. They pant and grin into each others' mouths, muscles straining as they struggle to upend the other's bulk.
The three of them don't spend much time in bed with Lance not actively involved, and it's a rare thrill to watch them challenge each other, to see them actually have to work to put the other where they want them in a way that they don't have to with Lance's slighter frame. Through sheer brute force, Thace gets Shiro underneath him with a grunt of effort, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand. Shiro grins up and him and snaps his teeth, flexing against Thace’s hold. It wouldn't be much for Shiro to break free, except Thace's other hand closes tight around his throat. Lance’s breath catches as Shiro goes lax like magic, eyes widening and his mouth dropping open on a weak moan that comes out strangled through his constricted airway.
Lance's cock throbs at the sound as he's forcibly reminded of the last time he heard something arousingly similar: Shiro on his hands and knees choking himself on Lance's cock, Thace plowing relentlessly into him from behind. What Lance wouldn't give to sink into either of those tight, slick heats-- just imagining it has a bead of precome welling up at the tip of his cock. His fingernails dig in tighter; the temptation to get a hand around himself is edging into unbearable.
He spreads his bent knees wider where he kneels, restless and twitchy. The motion shifts the plug inside him, rubbing just shy of where it could give him some actual relief. It sparks an idea, though. If he's caught he'll surely be made to stop; it doesn't exactly follow the spirit of the law though it technically does follow the letter of it.
As soon as Shiro and Thace are too preoccupied to notice him...
Shiro heaves in a breath as he's released, the distraction of the sudden rush of oxygen giving Thace just enough time to put him on his front during the moment while he's still pliable. Thace is clearly expecting it when Shiro rears up, raring again to fight his control-- a heavy hand to the back of Shiro's neck grips tight and slams him forward, face first into the mattress and too quick for Shiro to catch himself.
Shiro is slow to recover from the daze of having the wind knocked out of him-- Thace takes advantage by hauling Shiro's hips up and burying his face between his cheeks.
“Th-Thace, fuck-- oh--”
Lance has to suppress his own whine that threatens to bubble out of his throat at the sight and sound of it, Shiro’s thick cock hanging heavy and flushed between his legs, Thace’s strong fingers digging indents into Shiro’s ass as his tongue takes him apart.
Quick and smooth, drawing as little attention to himself as possible, Lance grabs a pillow and folds its between his legs. He rocks his hips down experimentally and oh that’s it. It gives him the extra leverage he needs to keep the plug rocking against his prostate with each grind of his hips, sparking jolts of pleasure through him like an electric current under his skin. Shiro really should’ve known better-- he restricted Lance only from touching himself, not from coming.
And with the scene playing out before him after having been dragged back from the edge once already...
Thace lets Shiro rock his hips back into his face and Lance matches his rhythm, keeping his arms tucked behind himself so there can be no question that he’s following orders. Shiro moans again, a low, punched-out sound that makes Lance’s spine go molten, makes his hips roll quicker. He’s not sure which of them he’s more envious of: Shiro with Thace’s expert tongue teasing and delving into his hole, or Thace with Shiro under his mouth and hands, calling out for him so beautifully.
Lance can too easily picture himself in either position, has quite recently been in both positions, and the sense memory of it has him gritting his teeth against the heat coiling tight in his belly. Thace must do something especially agile with his tongue-- whatever it is has Shiro wordlessly crying out, the arch of his back deepening further, and the visual of it is too much.
Lance starts to lose the plot, swears low and grinds harder, abandons subtlety as the pressure between his hips climbs higher. He’s too close-- can’t focus on biting back the noises rising in his throat. Two pairs of eyes swivel to him as his voice breaks on a moan-- he’s so close, he just has to come before they realize what’s happening and get with the program quick enough to stop him. The familiar tingle starts in his fingers and toes and the pressure reaches its apex-- yes, yes, oh, he’s gonna--
His cock pulses once before unforgiving fingers clamp around the base, cutting off the next spurt of come and effectively ruining his orgasm.
“No! Fuck!” Lance wails. “Goddammit I was there!”
It’s Shiro who grips his cock like a vice, grinning wickedly like he wasn’t just getting the rimming of a lifetime. “Oh kitten. If only you could’ve been good for a little longer, we would’ve given you exactly what you asked for.”
When he’s released, his softening cock dribbles a pathetic rivulet of come onto the pillow between his legs.
“I didn’t do anything you said I couldn’t do,” Lance huffs. “You said not to touch myself and I didn’t.”
Thace runs a palm up Lance’s thigh and presses a chuckle into Shiro’s hair. “He’s not wrong, you know.”
Lance sees the opportunity for a potential ally and jumps on it.
Focusing all his attention on Thace, he crawls into his lap to straddle him, wrapping his arms around broad shoulders and wriggling so that Thace’s erection presses up against Lance's ass. His hands automatically fall to Lance's hips to steady him.
"I didn't break any rules did I, daddy?" He softens the petulant note in his voice with a wiggle of his hips, teasing friction on Thace's cock. Thace likes it when he's a bit of a brat anyway.
He can just about hear Shiro's eyes rolling behind him.
"Techically, I suppose you didn't," Thace allows.
Jackpot.
His hips set a steady little rhythm in Thace's lap-- it's not enough to nudge the plug into anything especially good, but it's more than enough for the skin-warmed base of it to brush Thace's cock in an unforgettable reminder. Thace just hums placidly, but Lance can feel him twitch against his ass.
"I just wanted to feel good," he says into the five o'clock shadow at the corner of Thace's jaw. "Is that bad? Don't you want me to feel good, daddy?"
Thace's hand trails from his hip to the jewel of the plug, circling a fingertip so that it rocks against his prostate. Lance's hips jerk and he moans, soft and genuine. His cock, half-hard since he settled in Thace's lap, begins to fill and thicken.
"Of course I do baby boy."
Lance's next moan isn't entirely affected, but it does border on obnoxious, and he has to bite down on a giggle as Shiro snorts.
"Daddy Shiro is so mean to me, isn't he? I didn’t do anything wrong and he still wouldn’t let me feel nice. It’s just not fair--”
“Alright, that’s enough of that,” Shiro’s is clearly trying to sound stern but he’s laughing through it too much to be believable. Lance is bodily removed from Thace’s lap and manhandled down to the bed on his back.
Shiro’s body covers his. “You’re a goddamn menace, you know that?”
Shiro tries to kiss him but they’re both grinning too hard.
“But daddy--”
Shiro claps a hand over Lance’s mouth. “A menace.”
Lance licks his palm; Shiro pulls his hand back to wipe it on Lance’s face.
Shiro grins down at him as he flails indignantly, and something about the expression brings Lance up short. It has him stilling, staring, his heart feeling suddenly too full to fit in his chest. He reaches up to cup Shiro’s still-smiling face.
“Lance?”
“I love you.”
Shiro’s playful smile softens, a mechanical thumb tracing a delicate cheekbone.
“I love you too, sweetheart. So much.”
Their lips meet in something slow and tender that deepens and dirties until Lance is gasping and whining into Shiro’s mouth and Shiro is fully hard against his hip. Lance makes grabby-hands over Shiro’s shoulder and Thace is at his side in an instant, nibbling at an ear, his neck, tonguing at the freckles on his shoulder, fingertips dancing along the crease of his hip.
Shiro’s lips find the hollow of Lance’s throat, then the dip of his collarbones.
Lance’s eyes slide closed so all he can do is feel.
