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“Shiro?” Lance knocked on the older paladin’s bedroom door, hip cocked.
He stood by the door, in his normal attire, having cleaned and changed from his paladin armor. And after milling about for a while, the male had hurried casual like to Shiro’s room, heart beating rapidly as the thought of what was to come.
Lance had been told to come after their training practice. Summoned to arrive after a specific time to discuss his work during the earlier drill.
That was the cover, anyways.
“Come on in, Lance.”
A press of a button, and the door panel whooshed open. Lance walked in, the bedroom dimmer than the hallway lights, brightness at his back and causing Lance to blink, waiting for his vision to adjust to the change.
The doors closed in a rush as if it knew what secrets it would be hiding, cutting off that blinding light from the hall, leaving the comforting dull warmth of the room to them both.
There, before Lance, stood Shiro.
The black paladin, and leader of team Voltron, was naked except for a short towel draped around a strong neck and one equally as short of a towel wrapped tight at his waist, clutched by one bionic fist. Hair dripped with water, muscled body flushed in warmth as steam billowed from behind the raven, drifting in from an attached bathroom.
Lance’s eyes eased downward, trailing the few beads of water that raced down Shiro’s skin, rolling across strong and taunt skin, over muscles, ripples, and dips, down until they were stopped by the small towel clutched around Shiro’s waist. It barely could hold him, cut above the thighs. A few inches shorter and Lance would get a nice peek at-
“Eyes up here, Lance.”
Blue eyes shot up, cheeks burning hot. Shiro pointed two fingers at himself to direct Lance’s attention towards his face.
Seeing Lance obey so well, Shiro grinned. “Good boy.”
A rolling shudder raced through the brunet’s body. He shifted on his feet, feeling a flush of heat move up his neck to his cheeks, burning him hotter than a summers day.
Their interactions, privately at least, were like this.
From the team, from the universe, their relationship and activities were hidden. Secret glances, subtle touches, whispers, and heated rendezvous.
Under the guise of wanting to guide Lance into being a better pilot, a better team member, Shiro had called the brunet to his room, under orders to arrive at a designated time, always controlled by Shiro.
And there, Lance knew, Shiro had wanted to be found naked and wet, so scrumptious that Lance was willing to barter for a taste.
“Do you know why you’re here, Lance?”
Shiro walked towards his dresser, hand leaving the towel as the raven sorted through clothes to pull out a fresh outfit.
The towel was surely held up by karma biting at Lance, to tease and taunt him.
Lance knew why he wanted to be there. As blue eyes hungrily drank up a muscled and scarred back, Lance felt the heat filling out his body, the clenching in his stomach, and the ache between his legs. But he never responded, lost in thought at the Adonis who stood several feet away.
“Lance.”
The voice was commanding, snapping the blue paladin from his daze.
“Y-Yes?” Lance swallowed roughly, lips twitching. He tried to not smile like a fool and try to look somewhat serious in this.
Eyes like steel locked onto the paladin, holding him in that strong gaze, a gaze as powerful and deadly as a lion’s.
Shiro’s lips curled into a grin.
Lance’s stomach did a flip, a jolt shooting straight down to his cock.
“Tell me, Lance, why you think I’ve summoned you here.”
Lance swallowed again, trying twice before finding the words to speak. “R-Reward for my hard, good, and dedicated work today, captain.” Lance’s lips quirked with a smile, trying to appear pleasing and not cocky. “Best of the team today.”
Shiro chuckled. He left the dresser, leaving the clothes stacked and folded there as he walked towards his bed. “Not quite.” The raven said, voice deep with an emotion only Lance ever got to hear. “Quite the opposite, really.”
Lance bit his bottom lip, unable to stop the grin pilling his lips up, unable to stop the eager filled thrumming of his heartbeat.
The raven sat upon the bed, spreading his legs, straining the short towel and exposing a long strip of thigh where the towel had once overlapped. Lance could see the place where the towel had been tapered down was loosening, dragging open bit by bit from the movements.
“You were not at your best today, distracted, I’d say.”
Lance turned to face Shiro, only a few feet away, waiting, patiently, for what his reward or punishment would be.
He was to always wait, until told, before acting. That was their game, their rules.
Shiro continued. “Trying to show off, to flaunt yourself like some lion in heat.”
Lance swallowed roughly, his body flushing. A flash of images of Shiro mounting him like the prideful captain and leader of the lions that he was, pounding into his body, growling with that deep voice… For a brief moment, Lance’s knees trembled.
“You were not the best paladin out there today, Lance. Impatient, even. So it’s time to teach you a lesson. About patience, compliance, and following orders as they’re given.”
That tremble in Lance’s knees happened again, shudders moving up until it escaped from the brunet’s fingertips.
Shiro pointed to the floor in front of himself, that grin from earlier growing. “On your knees, Lance. It’s time to begin your first lesson.”
Now with permission, Lance stumbled to where Shiro pointed, lowering on one knee then the next, scooting forward on his legs until he was close to the bed, close to Shiro and that warm damp body. And with a quick glance, Lance could see the towel tenting at the front, proof that Shiro was eager himself.
“I don’t think I was tha-”
Lance’s words were cut off by a rough hand grabbing his face, fingers pressing into his cheek as Shiro’s thumb slid firm over his lips. The blue paladin looked up, heart leaping, breath quickening.
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
Lance shook his head.
“Good boy.”
A thrill danced up Lance’s spine, memories of those words spoken to him as Shiro was balls deep into his body, whispering them across warm skin, or those moments Shiro praised him after doing something exceptional in the bedroom.
Shiro caressed his thumb from Lance’s lips to his cheek, fingers loose and comforting now on the other’s face. “You are going to use this mouth of yours, the very same that spoke so cockily during practice earlier, and use it until I’m done with it.” The raven’s words were commanding, deep, and pouring lust into Lance. “And you will take your time. You need to learn patience along with keeping your mouth too busy to speak.”
That bionic arm moved down, grabbing the place where the towel still held on, trying to keep from breaking apart. Fingers nimbly broke the hold, tossing the towel over thick thighs and across a half hardened cock, baring him completely naked except for the towel that still rest over Shiro’s neck.
“Get to work, Lance. You know how to follow that order quite well, don’t you?”
He did. He really did.
Lance put his hands on the top of Shiro’s legs, sliding fingers and palms up those sturdy muscled thighs, feeling the warmth of the other’s shower still radiating from his skin.
And there, before him, growing thicker, lifting up with every twitch, was what had Lance’s mouth watering, body aching to feel pumping inside of himself.
Shiro chuckled, the sound deep and taunting. “Do not think I’m giving you a reward here, Lance.” Warm human fingers pressed into the back of Lance’s head, guiding his head forward until lips brushed over velvet. “You’re here to learn a lesson.”
But Lance couldn’t understand how it could be a lesson when he was going to be getting what he loved.
Lance opened his mouth, breath shuddering over the thick shaft that was going to just grow longer and thicker as time went on. His tongue lapped at it, the male’s hands now off Shiro’s thighs and grasping the thick cock, one at the head, the other at the base.
A groan of appreciation was just another jolt of need shot into Lance’s body.
The brunet kissed and licked his way across the shaft, feeling it pulse and throb under his tongue, the growing veins, and the rising scent of soap and musk. When Lance reached the tip, he rolled his tongue over and under, lapping up the beads of precum that were already building while his hands stroked and gripped the rest of the captain.
“S-Swallow it, Lance.” Shiro commanded, voice deepening with arousal, fingers massaging the back of the brunet’s scalp. “A little treat before the lesson fully begins.”
Lance drew Shiro into his mouth without another word. He moaned around those few inches, feeling the shaft fill his mouth, brushing over his tongue before Lance drew back, starting an easy back and forth, using his saliva to help push that thick length deeper into his mouth and throat.
Shiro watched, licking his dry lips, cock throbbing to fullness in that pretty little mouth.
“That’s good… Nice and wet… show me you can swallow me like a good boy.”
Another moan ripped from Lance, but this one was choked around Shiro’s cock, mouth almost completely over the shaft.
Both of their breaths deepened, sounds increasing as finally Lance pressed lips to the base of Shiro and stilled.
Shiro watched those dark lashes flutter, knowing that Lance was in a momentary state of bliss at being so full, so used. The hand on the back of Lance’s head shuddered, nails scraping skin before his grip loosened, going back to playing with the short brown strands.
“Such a good boy. You follow orders so well.”
Lance slowly withdrew, breath moving from his nose to his throat when the tip just hung on the edge of Lance’s lips. Shiro shuddered, seeing that blown out look in the paladin’s blue eyes, the flush of his cheeks…
“Now we need…” Shiro groaned, cock twitching as he watched a large bead of precum build to soon smear against those hungry lips. He watched as Lance’s mouth parted, tongue poking out, letting that messy bead slide back, Lance’s eyes fluttering closed as the dribble of cum dripped down into his throat like he was drinking nectar from the gods. Shiro’s breath deepened. The next words he spoke were rough and guttural, the leader using all his willpower to not just shove Lance back down his cock like a toy to be used. “To teach you patience.”
Blue eyes reopened, looking up at Shiro with wonder.
His control snapped.
Shiro widened his legs a bit, pulling Lance’s head down onto his cock while thrusting up, watching it disappear down that haughty mouth and plunging into the other’s throat, wrapping him back in that tight warmth.
Lance moaned, eyes rolling back.
Feeling him pliant, Shiro pulled and pushed Lance’s head over his cock, pumping that needy throat several times before he stopped, Lance’s lips pressed to his skin, nose buried in black hairs as quick breaths puffed against his waist.
Shiro held Lance’s head down, listening to the moaning whimpers he made as he knelt there, twitching and shuddering.
“You enjoy this, don’t you, Lance?” Shiro lifted Lance’s head, feeling the other’s throat convulse, swallows and deep breaths bringing a shudder to the raven’s body. “You like when I take your control from you, leaving you with no thoughts, worries, or desire.”
Lance was pulled back until only the tip was pressed between his lips. Blue eyes rolled up, wet with unshed tears. It was a look that would always arouse Shiro; to see how overwhelmed Lance got while on his cock.
The raven made a hum of thought. “Well that’s not entirely true.” Shiro smirked, flashing teeth. “I do leave you with need, don’t I?”
Left with need… yes, that was true.
As Lance was pushed back down on Shiro’s cock, his eyes rolled back further, vision lost to the bliss of feeling himself being split open, how thick and hot the other was, even if just penetrating down his mouth and throat.
Left with need, a begging and aching want that filled him as if he was a cup teetering on too full.
Lance moaned, lips pressed to the base of Shiro’s body yet again, breathing in the scents of Shiro’s soap and arousal.
Yes, Shiro did leave him with need.
A strong hand worked Lance over that thick cock that filled him with a limitless need. As it spread his lips, and pierced down his throat, an ever familiar ache building in his jaw, Lance just moaned, unabashedly letting out every noise he made.
Lance knew Shiro loved his sounds, wanting to draw them out and about.
And something else that Lance knew that Shiro loved, was the way he’d let himself be used, how he’d kneel there and let hands guide and work him, like some cock sleeve for only Shiro’s desires.
“F-Fuck…” Shiro grunted, bouncing Lance’s mouth over the first few inches of his cock before plunging his whole length back down that throat. A ripple of shudders chased up that broad back, the coil of a climax beginning to build.
But releasing down Lance’s mouth this soon wasn’t going to teach him patience. It wouldn’t instill any sort of lesson into the other.
As Shiro felt so teetering close, he slammed Lance’s head down, holding the brunet there where lips met skin again, listening to those whimpering moans, feeling them vibrate his cock.
“Stay.” The raven’s voice was gravelly, dripping with need to shoot his cum down the eager throat. “Do not move, Lance.”
Tanned fingers had found Shiro’s thighs again somewhere in being used, and now, as Lance was held down on that cock, those fingers trembled and clenched on those muscled thighs. And when Lance felt that strong hand leave the back of his head, taking away the commanding hold, the brunet started to lift up, his body craving to feel that cock pulse inside of him again.
“Ah, ah.” Shiro stopped Lance’s movement by putting a single finger to the back of his skull, pressing it there like a point, but not moving. Just that brought a whining whimper from Lance. “I said still. Sit and hold it.”
So Lance went still, taking long deep breaths through his nose as he squeezed his legs tight.
There were a few times in the past Shiro had made him wait, but it wasn’t ever for long. Lance either cried out and begged loudly enough or Shiro was feral enough that waiting wasn’t possible.
But as the finger left the back of his head, Lance still knelt there, unmoving, but whimpering, eyes rolling up beseechingly.
Shiro counted to twenty in his head before grabbing Lance’s hair, dragging that mouth off until only the first inch of his cock sat on that hot begging tongue, the brunet’s mouth open and waiting.
“Still. Nice and still.” The raven’s voice shook, breath heavy across his tongue. “Good… good boy.”
Lance swallowed, feeling the pool of saliva building in his mouth about to drown him with how much he just wanted Shiro to use him roughly, to reduce him to a mess.
But to get that, he needed to obey.
So Lance knelt there, taking deep slow breaths as the weight of Shiro’s cock sat on his tongue, throbbing and pulsing, precum dribbling down his throat.
“Such a good boy.” Shiro pushed Lance forward, a few more inches poking in, but stilled him again.
Lance let out a begging whimper, his lips trembling.
But Shiro knew the game they were playing. He knew the control he held and how Lance would obey, because they both knew Lance wanted his reward for following orders. Even if those orders were torturous and had him needy.
Then Lance was being pulled away, the cock falling past his lips and hanging thick and hard between Shiro’s legs.
The brunet moaned.
“Ah, ah. Sit.”
Lance plopped back onto his heels, panting, eyes shooting up to Shiro.
“Good boy.” Shiro grinned, leaning back, letting Lance drink in the sight he made.
Muscles moved and flexed, body rippling with warmth as the raven’s cock throbbed and twitched between his legs, still glistening in that dimmed light with Lance’s saliva.
Lance had to sit and watch as the twitching eased, and so did some of that built girth until Shiro was starting to soften. With agony, Lance sat for minutes on end, watching all his hard work to build that threat of a good time ebb away.
“Back in your mouth, Lance. All the way down and hold.”
The brunet swallowed roughly.
He leaned forward, using one hand to grab that cock, guiding it to his mouth before sliding down, shuddering and moaning as the taste of it, the feel of it splitting his mouth and throat open. Lance moaned once his lips pressed to the raven’s base.
“S-Such a good boy.” Fingers stroked the back of Lance’s hair, bringing another wave of moans from the blue paladin. “Now to the tip. Go slow, yes... yes like that… slow and easy, yes…”
Lance whimpered as he dragged the thick cock out of his mouth until the tip hung on the tip of his tongue, as if it might fall away.
Shiro praised the paladin again, then told him back down, good and slow. And Lance followed those orders, moving nice and slow, eyes glazed as he let himself be used in this torturous but body stirring way.
“Continue to follow orders, and you’ll be rewarded soon enough, Lance.”
Blue eyes rolled up, unfocused, dewy, cock sliding out of his mouth.
Shiro shuddered. He put his hand on the back of Lance’s head, tapping. “Keep the rhythm I’ve set, Lance. Nice and slow. Down, hold, up, hold.”
Lance gave a short nod before sliding down, swallowing that thick cock slow and easy until his lips pressed to skin.
For Shiro, those lips felt like a hot brand every time they touched him. And the deep breaths that pulsed over his waist made the raven want to jerk his waist up, to pump his cum down that wanting mouth.
But he held strong, watching Lance still, then after five long seconds, rose up to repeat, hanging Shiro’s cock on the tip of his tongue.
Back and forth, back and forth. Lance glided down, held, rose up, held.
Over and over, the blue paladin stroked the leader’s cock over his tongue and across his throat even as his jaw ached, even as his cock begged to be touched.
Then a knock at the door occurred right as Lance was pressed to the base of Shiro’s cock.
“Hold still, Lance.” Shiro pressed his human hand to the back of Lance’s head, fingers threading through brown locks.
Lance’s body loosened, kneeling pliant between Shiro’s legs, blue eyes dazed and staring absently at taut abs while a deep voice rumbled down them and into Shiro’s cock, sending vibrations into him, caressing down to Lance’s core.
“Yes?”
“It’s Keith.”
Keith? Lance wondered what he could be doing here.
“Need something?”
Lance shuddered at the roughness of Shiro’s voice. It was strong and deep, a voice that always groaned husky promises in his ear when Shiro’s body was pressed close against his own.
There was a minor hesitance from Keith before he spoke up through the door. “I… I was going to do some drills at the training deck. Did you want to join me?”
Shiro slowly pulled Lance off his cock until his tip was pressed between abused lips. The male’s cock throbbed at the sight of Lance kneeling there, eyes unfocused, waiting for his next command while Shiro had a conversation. It brought delightful fantasies to the raven’s mind, imagining how wanting Lance could be under a table while others were around but so unaware.
“Not tonight.” He inhaled deeply through his nose, pressing Lance slowly back down until lips would touch his waist once more. “Next time Keith, promise.”
“Okay.” Keith hesitated again. “See you later.”
Footsteps receded.
“You did so well.” Shiro praised, stroking fingers through Lance’s hair, pressing chestnut bangs from his damp forehead. “I wonder how quiet you could truly be if I have you on my cock in other locations around the castle.”
A shudder rolled up Lance’s spine, sending the hairs on the back of his neck up on end.
“Maybe…” Shiro’s voice was still deep with that wild and controlled lust. He spoke as he pulled Lance off his shaft before pushing him back down, watching Lance obediently take the girth back into his mouth. “I’ll open a private line to you in Blue and talk in your ear as you do drills. To test how in control you can keep yourself under extreme circumstances.”
Another shudder, followed with a moan.
Lance was pulled off of Shiro’s cock, brought to the tip, beads of precum smearing his lips and tongue. He knelt there, panting, eyes unfocused but just barely able to lock onto Shiro, to gaze up at him with such a wanting need.
“Ah.” Shiro chuckled. “Or perhaps I’ll have you ride my cock the next time there’s no room on a shuttle, and you’re left sitting on my lap for a seat. See how well you can keep your composure without the others catching you milking me dry.”
Lance made a twitch of a movement, as if to return Shiro’s shaft back down into his throat, but fingers held firm on brown locks, keeping Lance from enjoying himself. This was a punishment after all.
Shiro licked his lips, feeling the soft tugs Lance made, as if quietly and desperately asking permission to return to his previous task.
“Not yet, Lance.” Shiro pulled the brunet completely off of his cock, letting it hang wet and hard between his legs again. He loosened his hold on Lance’s hair, tracing blunt nails against the back of Lance’s neck.
The younger paladin’s lips were rosy red, cheeks flushed, and tongue hanging limp between his lips as he knelt there panting. All the while, Shiro’s cock glistened with Lance’s work, rock hard, red and veined, with precum immediately beading on the top.
“Look at you.”
Lance shuddered at the chuckle Shiro made.
The sound alone had Lance ready to turn around and present himself like the lion in heat that Shiro accused him of being. His body was on fire, jaw aching in such a pleasurable way, and his lower half a mixture of throbbing ache and aching want.
“Now back down.” Shiro’s voice held such a strong commanding tone, deeper and more powerful than the voice he used on the team when they were fighting the Galra. This tone he used on Lance, while guiding the brunet back onto his cock, guiding him slowly back down until lips touched skin, was a type that was meant only for a few ears to ever hear.
And how Lance took Shiro back into his mouth with a greedy hunger. He moaned aloud as the shaft stroked over his tongue, working its way back into his throat.
A shudder and jolt of pleasure shot down Lance’s body, straining is cock within his jeans, causing the male to shift on his knees, panting heavily through his nose.
“Mmm…” Shiro grunted, rolling his hips, rocking his cock down Lance’s throat before stilling, holding the brunet there. “Good boy.” Shiro stroked fingers through Lance’s hair, feeling the other shudder under his touch. “Now back at it. Be good and show me how well you learn a lesson.”
Lance lifted slowly, bringing Shiro’s tip to lay trapped between his lips, holding still for breathless seconds, before gliding back down, just as slow and easy until lips pressed to Shiro’s body, causing Lance’s throat to bulge with the raven’s cock. There he held, a muffled moan trapped around Shiro’s cock, blue eyes hooded. Back and forth, Lance moved at that pace Shiro had set, and did not move a moment faster.
“You were being bad earlier, trying to encourage me all day, flaunting yourself.” The leader smirked down as blue eyes rolled up to look at him. “So I thought, if you wanted to busy your mouth so much, I’ll give you all the time to keep it busy.”
Lance moaned aloud, sitting there, Shiro’s cock thick down his throat.
“M-Mmm… ah… that’s it, Lance.” Shiro gripped the male’s hair, easing him back. “Mnn… Nice and slow… Prove to me you deserve your reward.”
Shiro watched in delight as Lance’s eyes almost rolled back while the male’s lengthy girth guided out of his throat and across the other’s tongue until the throbbing red tip rest lazily on Lance’s lips.
The raven chuckled, shooting shivers all through the other’s body. “Look at that, Lance. Look at what you can cause when you follow orders like a good boy.”
Good boy.
Yes… y-yes that’s right.
Lance shuddered, licking his lips clean of the cum smeared there, leaning in, ready to devour Shiro.
And as Lance leaned in, hands smoothing up firm legs, he took in the sight of Shiro so hard, tip so deep red as if ready to burst any moment.
So badly he wanted that cock to burst inside of him, to fill him up with something else other than need.
“That’s it, Lance.” Shiro praised, voice growling. “Now take the tip in your mouth. Ah… good, good.” A groan, muscles jumping under Lance’s fingertips. “Down… good boy. Now up. Yes, yes just like that.”
Again Lance went to work, moving at the desired pace Shiro set. Even as his jaw ached, ready for a chance to relax, even as his throat at times felt too full to breath, he put his heart into pleasuring Shiro. Lance moved and devoured Shiro down, wanting to prove how good he could be, how well he could follow orders.
And as Lance began to feel Shiro’s climax starting to rise, to taste that building desire, feeling the cock twitch and throb across his tongue, Lance shuffled forward, heartbeat jumping with eagerness.
He was ready, so ready to feel Shiro release down his throat, to coat his tongue in that hot cum and reduce him to nothing but a toy to use.
Shiro though, had other plans.
Strong fingers pulled Lance off of Shiro’s cock, building distance between them yet again. So much so that Lance whimpered, looking up at Shiro, quietly demanding why he couldn’t get his reward.
“Ah, ah. Not yet.” Shiro smirked. “Now sit.”
Lance sat back, pouting, hands now resting on his thighs. Fingers twitched, wanting to sink between his legs and touch himself, but he couldn’t. Not yet. Shiro had set the tone of the night, and touching himself would only bring forth more punishment, not pleasure.
As Lance watched Shiro’s cock twitch, eyeing how its throbbing started to ease, Lance’s breath quickened.
“Such a good boy.”
Shiro’s deep and alluring voice grabbed Lance’s attention. Blue eyes turned to look up, finding it difficult to tear his gaze away from the treat that rest between Shiro’s legs, waiting for his commands, patient and good.
That deep voice continued, capturing Lance like a bug in a net. “You have been so good tonight, following orders so well.”
It was true, Lance thought, heart fluttering with the praise.
Shiro’s left hand outstretched, warm fingers brushing against Lance’s rosy lips, tracing them. Lance parted his lips, breathing across the digits with anticipation, waiting for the chance to swallow Shiro back down.
Two fingers pressed into Lance’s mouth, widening him open, quickening both of their breaths as Lance obediently went pliant under Shiro’s touch.
“Such a good boy for me.” Shiro groaned, stroking his fingers across Lance’s tongue, feeling how wet it was. “So obedient and good.” He clenched the tongue between his fingers, pulling it from Lance’s mouth, as far as it could. “We’ll have to see how good you can stay after you leave this room. When you’re around the others again.” Shiro grinned, letting Lance’s tongue go to plunge his fingers back into the others mouth, commanding Lance to suck on them as his fingers moved in a steady pace. “When you’re so encouraged to be bad.”
Lance panted, eyes unfocused. He sucked on Shiro’s fingers, his own cock aching to feel release as those thick digits plunged into him.
The brunet thought back to the times Shiro would fuck his mouth with those thick fingers as Shiro’s cock pounded him, taken from both ends and left a moaning mess through it all.
The memory had him moaning like that now, rocking back against his heels, trying to chase any form of stimulation that could pleasure him to completion.
“So naughty.” Shiro chuckled, fingers plunging back and deep before curling back across his tongue. “If I told you, you’d ride my cock until I’m dry, wouldn’t you?”
Lance nodded.
Another chuckle. Shiro pulled his fingers free, smearing the others saliva across Lance’s lips, eyes locked on them as they glistened.
“Not yet.” His voice was deep with another groan, Shiro’s body burning hotter than it had in the shower, all just from the sight Lance made.
Still dressed, pants tight, skin flushed, and ready to be used. Hair tousled, lips parted, ass rocking back against his own shoes to find some sort of relief.
He loved seeing the other like this.
Shiro leaned back on his bionic hand, propped up, his left hand going to his cock, using Lance’s wetness to begin stroking himself, nice and slow. “Mmn… Maybe I’ll leave you like that.” He groaned, lips curling to a smirk as Lance drew closer, eyes widening as he watched Shiro’s hand move, smearing the saliva across his hard cock. “Aching and needy. Test how well you learn a lesson before I fuck you.”
Lance whimpered, a shake of his head.
Movement caught Shiro’s attention. His eyes shot down, noticing Lance’s fingers starting to travel between his legs.
“Hands on my knees, Lance.”
The brunet flinched, head bowing slightly with shame at being caught.
But Lance placed his hands atop of Shiro’s knees, resting them there as he was told, then returned his gaze back to the steady pumps of the raven’s hand.
Steadily, those motions quickened. Beads of precum leaked faster at the tip, trailing down Shiro’s fingers, joining the mingle of juices that was around him.
Lance panted hard.
He drew himself closer to Shiro, swallowing roughly at the rich musk scent of the other.
As Lance watched, he closed the distance just enough that the brush of Shiro’s knuckles was a reminder of how close he was, how close he could be to enjoying the Voltron leader.
“F-Fuck… maybe I’ll bend you over in your lion, and leave you in a mess.” Shiro groaned, hand speeding up, his index knuckle swiping against Lance’s lip every time his hand moved. The raven could just feel to heat of Lance’s breath, how desperate every puff felt across his hand and cock. “Or perhaps I’ll come to your room when you’re least expecting it, then bury your screams into your pillows as I fuck you until I’m satisfied.”
Lance felt he was going to go insane.
His ass throbbed, and his cock ached.
So badly he wanted Shiro to touch him more, to use and love on him, to mark him until they were both so spent and satisfied there was no mistaking how all of this was just perfect for them.
Lance arched up, lips parting, his mouth opening, tongue out and ready for Shiro’s climax.
He was Shiro’s place of release. Where all that hot cum would pour into. Never a drop went to waste.
And as Shiro’s cock started to throb again, beads of precum leaking all the faster, Lance knew the leader was close. So beautifully close to ending his need.
Then as Shiro’s sounds deepened, a signifier he was about to climax, that hand that was stroking himself to the edge stopped at Shiro’s base, index and thumb wrapped and clenched down at his base, the raven grunting, hips rocking.
Lance’s breath stilled, held in his chest tightly, as tightly as Shiro’s hand was around the base of his cock.
Then a groan from the raven pulled Lance’s senses back to the front.
He was panting raggedly, Lance’s insides coiled so tightly like a snake about to strike, his mind buzzing with the need to see and feel Shiro climax. As if his own climax was tied to the other’s, his own cock aching so painfully in his pants.
Having watched Shiro stroke himself, almost bring himself, it was like Lance was under that large strong hand, under Shiro’s mercy.
“P-Please…” Lance whispered hoarsely, fingers trembling on Shiro’s knees. “Please… let me taste... p-please…!”
Shiro chuckled.
Slowly, with mindful care, Shiro let his cock go, grunting at how painful yet electrifying it felt to deny himself his climax yet again. Seeing Lance so strung out and desperate was well worth the idea.
“You want my release?”
“Yes!” Lance gasped, eyes staring up at Shiro beseechingly.
“Where, Lance?”
Lance paused, his chest rising and falling quickly, throat swallowing roughly. “My…” Lance’s voice was softer now, desperate, but quiet. “My throat… p-please… I’ll be good.”
Shiro’s smirk grew.
“Back into position before me, Lance.” Shiro settled back onto the bed, legs spread as his cock hung thick and heavy between them. “It’s time for me to give you your reward.”
Lance settled himself between Shiro’s legs, mouth opening, watering at the thought of Shiro rewarding him. Fingers clenched down onto the raven’s knees, keeping them there until he was told otherwise. He would not lose his reward for anything, now. And in one fluid motion, Lance swallowed Shiro’s cock down into his mouth and throat before sitting still, pressed firm and tight against the paladin leader’s waist.
Shiro groaned, eyes locked onto the hungry need in Lance’s gaze.
The raven grabbed Lance’s hair with his human hand, pulling the brunet back then slamming him back down, thrusting up to meet those rosy lips.
A ravenous steel colored gaze, like a lions locked onto their next meal, watched as Lance was fucked over Shiro’s cock. He watched as eyes rolled back, listened to moans muffle and choke over the thick shaft. Shiro groaned loudly, his heart and breathing which had started to even out, picked back up, captivated by the way Lance was so eager and ready to be used.
“T-That’s it…!” Shiro’s breathing deepened, becoming captivating music to Lance. He wouldn’t last longer than a few more hurried thrusts, body already so tightly strung out. “Lance… L-Lance!”
Lance’s head was pushed down, Shiro’s cock buried quick and deep down the brunet’s throat as Shiro came. Lance’s lashes fluttered, a weak and choked moan rumbling from him as Shiro grunted. To the touch, Shiro’s body was molten hot, arm trembling as threaded fingers clenched down onto brown locks.
Shiro could feel how much Lance’s throat worked over him, swallowing, desperately so, to drink down every drop Shiro was pumping into him. It was that same hungry mouth and throat that drank him down time and time again.
Then as he deemed it enough, Shiro slowly pulled Lance’s head off of his cock. The older raven took hold of his spent cock, rubbing the tip across Lance’s reddened lips, smearing stray beads of cum across them.
Lance knelt there like an obedient slave, looking lost to the world and a mess from the way his hair was tousled, to the flush of his tanned skin.
“Lean back and pull yourself out, Lance.” Shiro commanded.
Shiro watched Lance lean back, sitting heavily on his own feet. Trembling fingers pushed open his jacket, pulling his shirt up enough to show a bulge in Lance’s pants. Lance’s head rolled down, those shaky hands working on his belt and pants. When he heard both part, Shiro’s breath stilled, ready to see what a state Lance was in. And as the brunet leaned further back, a hand shakily bringing out his trapped cock, spent, and glistening with splattered cum, a thrill raced up the raven’s body.
Shiro chuckled, a sound that stirred Lance’s arousal with a tug.
“Aaah.” The male chuckled again, using his foot to knock Lance’s legs open more by tapping at the other’s knees. “Just made a mess of yourself while swallowing down my cock, haven’t you?”
Lance nodded.
“Such a naughty slut.”
Shiro’s words caused Lance to shudder, his body equally caressed and teased by those lustful words.
Lance knelt there, cock still in hand, feeling beyond pleasured. A knock at his knee had him spreading his legs wider as if on command, whimpering.
“On the bed, Lance. I’m not done with you yet.”
The day was still young and there was still so much more to teach Lance.
It was a leader’s duty to make sure all members of the team stayed in line, after all.