Once the sun has started to set, the servants brought out lanterns. It was a warm night and the lanterns gleamed through stained crystaline glass.
In the distance, Lance could see the glitter of lanterns lighting the gardens as well, lining the walkways and glittered through the tents.
The grand dinner was well underway, more guests, those not invited to the days festivities started to line in, a servant announcing a nobleman or duchesses arrival every now and then. They came in long dresses and gleaming jewelry. Lance looked around himself in a sense of detachment. He’d always dressed for these sort of occasions before, he’d always been eager to wear sparkling circlets and shimmering fabrics.
Yet—Lance wondered what in the past couple of months had changed. Now it all—it looked so silly, so worthless.
It was then Shiro finally returned to him, his hand sliding over Lance’s shoulder as he approached from behind. Lance didn’t look away from the steady stream of people all coming. He clasped at Shiro’s hand though, eager to feel his mate’s warm flesh hand.
“Your highness,” Shiro bent close to his ear.
Lance smiled first, blinking in a way he knew was long and slow and fluttered his lashes as he tipped his head up to see Shiro.
Shiro was smiling at him as well, gently, and perfectly. “I think I’d like to take you on that walk,” Shiro’s gaze fleeted towards the gardens before looking back to Lance.
It sounded like the best idea Lance had ever heard. With a gentle nod and a smile, Lance gazed over his shoulder to Shiro.
The smile his mate gave him had Lance near swooning.
Then easily Shiro slid his hand before him, offering it to Lance.
Without a second thought, Lance graced his fingers over Shiro’s palm and let his Black Paladin guide him up and with a chuckle start leading him away to the gardens.
Quickly Shiro led them away, guiding Lance with a light touch to his back away from the gleaming lanterns and lit trails off around to the hidden paths filtering deeper into the gardens.
Lance complied easily enough. Something about the day—it was lovely. And he wanted nothing to do with the games any longer.
“I have something for you,” Shiro had slid behind Lance again. He was smirking this time as his hands on Lance’s hips guided him on which way to go.
“Oh?” Lance inquired. He tipped his head to demurely look over his shoulder this time. “Another gift?”
Shiro smiled. “I’ve never given you a gift before.”
Lance shook his head. “No, you have.”
Shiro raised his brow. “I’m not sure that flower counts.”
“I like it rather a lot though,” Lance hummed.
Shiro’s chuckle was deep and throaty as he tugged Lance back, directing him to a narrow path through the hedges. “It’s this way.”
Lance gave Shiro one of his signature looks, tipping his head just so as he stepped away from him and through the tall hedges.
Shiro didn’t let him go easily and in fact hugged him closer first, nuzzling into his neck.
Lance giggled but managed to slip from his fingers as he danced away. “You know,” He started as he put a few steps between them, “I have no idea what you really think would be new to me in these gardens.”
Shiro’s smile only widened.
With a look away, Lance fluttered ahead.
Like a game of cat and mouse, Shiro stepped after him. As Lance turned down one way, Shiro gently reached out a hand at his waist to pull him back and through to the correct direction. Quickly Lance would step away though, a teasing look as he stayed just out of Shiro’s reach.
But with a confident air Shiro just trailed after him. His deep stormy eyes followed Lance.
It wasn’t till they were near the center of the gardens that Shiro’s hands shot out, capturing Lance.
A blush stained Lance’s cheeks though he swayed in Shiro’s hold as he was embraced close.
“This way,” Shiro breathed into Lance’s ear as he stepped around the hedges and pulled Lance with him. “Your father actually informed me this little spectacle was here.” Shiro’s voice rumbled through Lance.
With a hum, Lance was already melting back into his mate. “That doesn’t surprise me.”
Shiro was smiling again. “I hear your mother was quite the wonder.”
Lance always lit up at the mention of her. “I wish I knew.” He nuzzled in at Shiro’s neck. “I always have this image in my head of her, like a shooting star. So brilliant, and bright, a truly once in a lifetime event, and yet over so quickly, she burned out before I ever got a glimpse.” Lance smiled himself. “I think my father views her similarly. The star he gave every thing to try and catch.”
The deep rumble of Shiro’s hum, sent Lance’s eyes rolling back. It was so deep it resounded through Lance’s bones. He loved it.
“If he adored her even an ounce as much as I adore you, I can understand why.” Shiro hummed as he pulled them a few more steps deeper into the gardens.
Lance was blushing again. His hand raised to run over Shiro’s head, his fingers threading through his hair. “You are quite full of flattery tonight.”
Shiro connected their gaze for a moment then. But he only leaned forward to press a kiss to Lance’s head.
He was turning though, his arm shifting Lance, deliberately keeping him from seeing behind himself.
“We’re here.” He urged though his eyes cast behind Lance before flicking to lock gazes with him for just a brief moment.
Lance hummed and tried to turn slowly—but
He blinked.
It was lunar lilies.
Shiro had brought him to a sparkling white lunar Lilly fountain. And around them—in the grass were moon orchids.
Lance was smiling so effortlessly as he slipped from Shiro’s hands. There was a gasp to his lips already as the lilies opened, the crisp white-blue light emitted from each as they looked up to Varr alight over head. They filled the fountain so thickly, all crowded in. Lance could barely see glimpse of stars reflected in the fountain’s water.
It was like having a galaxy—contained into such a small space.
“I’ve been here,” Lance whispered.
He pivoted to Shiro who was smiling as he stepped forward casually.
“This fountain is so—during the day, it’s nothing like this. I thought it was just filled with greenery.” Lance shook his head, turning back to continue marveling.
The light given off was so bright it illuminated the entire clearing, casting around at the flowers around and the refracting from the surrounding hedges.
“Every thing just needs the right conditions to shine,” Shiro’s voice had taken on a smooth quality.
His eyes were before him as he easily strolled out around the circular fountain. His hands were clasped behind him as he himself took in the spectacle.
With not quite as much regal nature, Lance started his way round the other side of the fountain. He couldn’t stop the smile on his face as he looked to the luminescent flowers all open before him.
But as their paths seemed destined to, as Lance rounded the fountain, his gait an easy stroll, he could peak Shiro again. The man had stopped, standing at the fountain’s edge, though this time his eyes followed Lance.
As if it were natural, Lance stopped a step or two away and extended his hand.
There was another crook of a smile before Shiro lifted his own hand and in the twist of fingers their hands interlocked and entangled, arms both stretched out the distance between them.
Lance tipped his head before he cast his eyes back out to the white and silver fillies.
There was a deep hum from Shiro then, it wasn’t intrusive so much as —appreciative, before his own gaze turned to the fountain.
“Yes,” Lance didn’t even realize the word had come from him till he was looking up.
Shiro perked up as well, his hand shifted into an easier grasp of Lance’s hand.
Opening his mouth, Lance tried to explain. “I—“ He just shook his head. “Yes.” he repeated again.
Shiro’s head tipped as he took a cautious step closer. “Lance?”
“I want you.” Lance finally managed to bring the confession to his lips. “I—“
This man—he’d dashed Lance’s world to pieces. And lit Lance’s insides so beautifully.
Shiro hadn’t said anything, still venturing closer, his head was still tipped towards Lance.
It was subtly that recognition seeped into Shiro. He stood a bit taller, his chin lifted. His eyes were narrow as he drifted closer to Lance. “Lance…” He repeated.
Lance already knew the question Shiro was going to ask though so he jumped him to it. “I’m sure.”
But the stormy gaze on him was still critical as Shiro spread his fingers in Lance’s hand, flexing just slightly in Lance’s hold, as if to make a point. “I don’t—“ he started. “I may not have it in me to hold back—if you change your mind.”
Lance shook his head. “I won’t.”
The last step between then, seemed so long and slow as Shiro faintly reached down, taking Lance’s other hand, clasping both up to his lips.
“I don’t ever want you to regret something.” Shiro spoke in a low, gentle tone before lifting Lance’s knuckles up to his lips, pressing a small kiss.
“I don’t regret this,” Lance whispered. “I don’t regret anything between us.”
That earned him a single laugh and Shiro lifted his hand, untangling it from Lance’s fingers to brush through his soft hair.
“You will.” Shiro said softly. “There will be things you regret with us. If I’m not careful you’ll regret ever even meeting me.”
Lance shook his head. “I don’t know how I could.” He stole forward, closer to Shiro. “You’ve said you won’t hurt me.”
Shiro gave a deeper chuckle at that, though the sound was — sullen and it never touched his eyes. Leaning forward to press a lingering kiss to Lance’s hair, the whisper into Lance’s soft dark hair was barely audible. “I already have.”
Lance chose that moment to keen as he pressed closer, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed up to his paladin. “I don’t believe that.” He breathed. “You won’t hurt me.”
“Such faith is poorly placed,” Shiro turned his head just as he spoke. Looking down, he breathed the words over Lance’s lips.
“You’ve never lied to me,” Lance hummed, his eyes were closed now, his body leaning so far forward, he teetered, his breath coming in gasps. “You’re the only one here that’s never done that.”
“I’m selfish,” Shiro hissed then.
“Only when it comes to me,” Lance corrected, a smile gracing his lips. “Exactly how I prefer it.” He gave a breathy gasped single laugh.
There was a deep chuckle to accompany and this time Shiro’s lips raised in a smile. Lance was so close this time he could feel every note of it tremble through him.
“Yes, I am entirely self serving when it comes to you.”
“Good,” Lance reiterated.
“I’ll never give you back.” Shiro’s voice was gravely, his hand was at Lance’s chin pointing it up to him.
Lance’s eyes were already lidded. He shook his head. “I don’t want to go back.” he said. “I just want to move forward with you.”
“Lance,”
It was the only warning Lance received before both of Shiro's strong hands were on Lance, pulling him, forcing him to fall into Shiro.
The fall was utter bliss though, and Shiro caught him effortlessly, his hands framing Lance’s face, fingers smoothly sliding under Lance’s jaw line and caressing over the bond mark.
It sent a gasping tremble through Lance just as their lips collided and Shiro gave a deep growl of satisfaction.
And Lance—his entire world zeroed in on the man he held, on the moment he was caught in. The soft glow around him and the hungry way his mate kissed him made Lance keen. Lance’s own arms surged up and he was clambering his way to petting his hands across Shiro’s face.
Their smearing lips parted just enough for Lance to give a whining, “Yes.”
Shiro hummed as he stepped Lance back, surging forward again to have Lance gasping and swept up in his arms.
There was nothing left for Lance to do beyond—let Shiro have him, let him have everything.
When Shiro laid Lance back amongst the tall grass and gleaming moon orchids, Lance was surprised at how soft it was. It still had the texture of grass but it wasn’t the unyielding hard ground Lance had expected.
Shiro knelt over Lance, his hands slowly undressing Lance, one button at a time. He lavished every revealed inch of Lance’s skin.
Resting his head back, Lance let out a contented sigh, his hands coming up to possessively curl around Shiro’s head. Shiro gave a rumbling hum of acknowledgement but he didn’t stop licking along Lance’s collar bone.
“You’re spoiling me,” Lance murmured contentedly but his back arched, seeking Shiro’s warm touch even more.
Shiro hummed an answer, shifting up on his knees, his mouth forging a hot trail up the column of Lance’s neck and around, ending in a hot panted breath over Lance’s ear, making him shiver before Shiro closed in on Lance’s ear lobe, tugging at it just enough to make Lance whine.
When Shiro finally decided to let his warm breath flow into words, he was squarely over Lance, “You’re a prince, the acolytes insist you have the blood of gods running through your veins—and I haven’t been afforded a proper opportunity to worship you yet.”
Lance hummed as he lulled his head back, looking up into Shiro’s gaze.
“I’m offering you anything,” Lance reminded. “I’ll do what ever you like this time.”
That made Shiro smile. “Yes, I know.”
“So why are you wasting the opportunity?” Lance chuckled.
Shiro had shifted his gaze, his eyes pouring over Lance, the same way his breath had been a few moments before, hot and hungry.
“After tonight, there is a lot of things I’ll take from you,” Shiro murmured. He moved his mouth against Lance’s skin as he talked, speaking the words so close to him, Lance felt like every single one was being inscribed on him. “So—this time, right now. I wanna lay in revelry of the demigod offering himself to me.”
The red that rose to Lances’s cheeks was accompanied with a sharp intake. “Shiro..” He whined, not sure what else to say.
Shiro was already adjusting his hands, slowly unbuttoning Lance’s shirt again. “You’re absolutely ethereal.” he smoothed a long, lingering lick up over Lance’s bond mark.
“Ohhhhh,” Lance involuntarily let out, his eyes flicking closed and his mouth drooping open. His bottom lip trembled through the cry and his hands instinctively clawed at Shiro.
“I will give you entire galaxies one day.” Shiro’s hot breath seared the words across Lance’s skin.
“I will forge you solar systems.”
Lance hummed, his hands clutching as Shiro’s every word spoken over the bond mark sent tremors through him.
“I will give you an empire ready to worship you.”
His limbs felt restless and Lance’s legs started to curl up, wrapping around Shiro’s hips. He desperately wanted to be closer to his Black Paladin.
“But in the process, I’ll may take everything from you,”
“Yessss,” Lance shook his head. “It’s yours, please Shiro. I’m yours.”
“I know,” Shiro nodded.
Lance turned his head, meeting Shiro nose to nose this time. “Then why are you waiting?” Lance knew there was an edge of desperation in his voice but he couldn’t hold it back.
Shiro’s head tipped, bringing his lips just over Lance’s. He closed the minuscule distance for a soft precious moment before this time his words came out in a hushed tone. “You were forced to hand yourself over to me,” Shiro’s head shook just slightly. “I never wanted that.” He kissed Lance again ever so quietly. “I wasn’t going to whittle away at some captive of mine.”
Lance shook his own head. “That’s not—“
Shiro silenced him with a kiss. “I know.” he broke. “It’s a gift this time, not a tribute.”
Unsure of what to say, Lance just nodded. “Yes.”
It was his Galra hand that slid over Lance’s clothed groin.
Eyes flicked closed, Lance let out a slow breath, one sucked in by Shiro as he still hovered over Lance.
“I love the way you look in this moon light.” Shiro’s dripping sincerity always caught Lance off guard.
His metal hand moved over Lance, drawing a catch of breath from him. His hands went to Shiro’s arms, clutching at them.
“Hhhmmmm,” Lance hummed, trying to calm down.
Shiro slid down to the elbow of his supporting arm and thrust his hand up, fingers splayed over the bond mark.
Lance swallowed and his fingers curled in Shiro’s shirt sleeves. Why weren’t they naked yet? Why was there only small peaks of Lance’s chest from his open shirt? Lance wanted Shiro’s skin on his own. He wanted to feel the cool warmth of the moon orchids and lunar lilies around them. He wanted to see how the luminescent flowers refracted off of Shiro’s skin.
Working to remedy that, Lance surged up, connecting their lips for just a moment before he broke, his hands clawing his own shirt up and off, tossing it to the grass. When he lay back—
Shiro’s own breath had caught for once, his eyes roving over Lance.
In the moonlight, Lance—glowed. The bright blue markings across his shoulders and farther down lit up under the clear night sky.
Lance more tentatively lay back. The Galra hand framing his—Lance blushed. Before Lance could further process Shiro took his hand away, moving it up.
“I’ve never taken the time to notice these,” cool, metal fingers skimmed over the edges of Lance’s pelvic bone and down, tracing along the edges of Lance’s hip markings.
“They—“ Lance blushed. “They’re lighter than the others.”
“Both extend farther down?” Shiro inquired.
Lance nodded.
That’s what prompted Shiro to his knees, sitting up, his hands both went to Lance’s trousers. First framing Lance’s hips as if to size them up, Shiro’s touch lingered on his skin before finally he dug his fingers around the waist band. There was a swift yank, sending Lance’s shoulders falling back to the grass, but effectively pulling Lances trouser’s down past his hips. A few more tugs and Shiro had Lance completely nude and laid out before him.
“They are lovely indeed.” His voice rumbled in one of the most pleasant ways Lance had ever heard.
The markings were slender in line work and radiated from the peaks of both his hips.
“There’s another,” Lance shyly pressed.
Shiro perked up in interest.
“I mean you’ve probably already seen it, but—“ Lance blushed. “It’s on my back.”
“I think I’d like to refresh my memory.” Shiro purred.
Lance nodded and with the guiding hold of one cool smooth hand and another blazing hot, Lance turned, presenting Shiro with his back.
At the middle of his back and extending down, in a delicate line was a slender but long marking, leading down the line of Lance’s spine, stopping a couple inches before his tail bone. Like the others, in the moonlight it was a lit, luminous bright blue.
“The acolytes said it’s an anomaly.” Lance murmured. “No one else in my family has a marking along their spine like that.”
Shiro hummed, his hand was already smoothing over Lance’s skin, skimming up the side of his slender waist.
“I know it’s not traditional,” Lance mumbled. “It doesn’t have a pair, like on my stomach or anything—”
“It’s breathtaking,” Shiro stopped Lance, leaning over him, his hand’s holding Lance to the grass as Shiro bowed over him.
The words were spoken into Lance’s neck, against his mark again.
Lance felt like he could barely gasp for air as Shiro hunched over him, he tipped his head to kiss just at the tippy top of Lance’s spine.
His next kiss touched down at the tip of the mark, but this time Shiro opened his mouth, dragging his lavish praise down the mark and in through the curve of Lance’s spine.
Simultaneously Shiro’s hands framed Lance’s hips and slowly his thumbs started to rub circles in over—
“Oh—ohhh!” Lance gasped.
His toes curled and uncurled squirming across the grass under his mate.
There was warmth first and Lance’s eyes flicked closed. By this point he knew what the buzz through his lower spine meant. He worried at his lip.
Shiro didn’t stop or even slow though, he shifted on his knees, accommodating Lance to spread out before him as Shiro hunched over him, his mouth trailing lower.
“Shiro.” Lance whined.
There was a hot puff of breath Lance knew signified a smile.
“Good boy.” Shiro murmured low.
Lance’s limbs oozed across the grass from the praise. His splayed out, eyes droopy and breath coming in panted waves.
Shiro returned his mouth to Lance’s spine, nearing over the bump of his coccyx.
His hands moved down, giving one last toe curl inducing pressed swipe up over the glands at Lance’s hips.
“Nuhh,” the shivered whine Lance gave seemed to stop Shiro for a moment.
“I love the sounds you make.” Shiro spoke casually.
Lance huffed a laugh. “Is that why you keep—uhhh,”
Shiro’s hands framed over Lance’s ass and swiftly had him up on his knees and presenting. They didn’t just spread him though—a cool metal thumb had slipped in at his entrance, sliding in swift and fast.
“What was that?” Shiro asked.
His feigned ignorance made Lance huff out a laugh. His arms were still thrown out over the grass, his hands fisting tufts of it.
“You’re the worst.” Lance managed.
It was a happy hum that Shiro gave.
But in the next second he was descending again and Lance—
Lance fucking froze. his eyes wide and his lips trembled as Shiro—
His lips were soft and gentle as they moved down slowly, maybe trying to give Lance plenty of time to process and mentally be ready for what was about to happen.
The slick leaking out over Shiro’s metallic hand made a wet sound as Shiro pulled his hand away and pushed his hands farther apart ,spreading Lance more, enough that as Shiro’s lips mouthed down lower…
It was a lick at first.
“Uhh,” Lance squeaked past the bottom lip firmly between his teeth.
It felt—foreign. Lance couldn’t quite say good at that point it was too—new and different. His body strung with tension and from the way Shiro’s hands shifted it wasn’t a fact lost on him by any means.
“If you need me to stop,” Shiro’s voice was his usual level of controlled and collected. “just let me know, Lance.”
Lance nodded. He was mostly aggravated that he was a fucking mess and the man over him was still the perfect dictionary definition of control.
“Keep going,” Lance managed.
“You don’t seem to be enjoying it,” Shiro commented, his voice still level.
Lance pushed out a slow breath. The breathy chuckle he gave was a bit more unintentional. “I’m unsure about it, if I’m honest.”
Shiro nodded and pressed forward to press a kiss to Lance’s tail bone. “It’ll feel good, I promise.”
“That’s what I’m counting on,” Lance sputtered with another nervous laugh.
“You can tell me to stop.” Shiro reassured.
He dipped in again, though licking longer and wet—his mouth made a clicking sound as his tongue moved over Lance. It slide through the slick already coming from Lance and over fiercely sensitive skin.
Lance panted harder. It was still—he was so unsure.
“Asking you to stop I would say would directly contradict—“
Shiro licked again, this time his tongue probing and pushing.
“Mmnmmm,” Lance bit his bottom lip again. “What’s it supposed to feel like?”
There was a warm huff over his wet entrance. “good.”
Another lick, still pushing and wet.
“That’s vague.” Lance grunted.
Shiro hands squeezed at Lances ass, pulling him open as he licked in and this time—
“Mhhhh,” Lance’s shoulders slumped.
His tongue wiggled inside before Shiro sealed his lips over him—and sucked.
“Ohhh,” Lance barely managed. His knees underneath him shot up, trying so fiercely hard to present up to Shiro.
There was a wet slurp as Shiro pulled away and chuckled. “Like that,” He commented evenly. “It’s supposed to feel like that.”
Lance cracked his eyes open, his voice still breathy as he spoke. “I think I’m still unsure,” He smiled. “Maybe you should try it again.”
He sucked harder this time, drawing Lance’s breath out in gasps. His hands were kneading at his ass and he chuckled again as he pulled off.
“Sass like that may get you into trouble.”
Lance smiled devilishly as he rest his forehead on the grass. “I’ll reserve it for just you then.”
“I think you as a whole should be reserved for just me,”
His voice startled Lance. If was gravely spoken close to Lance’s ear in a hushed sort of tone—it was one so clearly reserved just for Lance.
Shiro had shifted, blanketing over Lance in the second or two Lance wasn’t paying attention. His hand carefully slid up from Lance’s ass, sliding over every gland on the way before skimming down Lance’s arm and carefully his fingers carved through the grass, holding him steady over Lance.
The new rush of hormones through him, brought a smile to his lips as Lance keened back into his lover. He was so warm over him. Lance hadn’t noticed the chill of the night around him till Shiro was over him, his body warmth seeping out over Lance’s bare skin.
Shiro’s light crisp shirt skimmed over Lance’s flesh. At some point a few buttons had been undone but the shirt was still on. As well—as Lance arched up, nuzzling back into his paladin—he smiled. It was immensely flattering as he felt the course strained material of Shiro’s trousers, his groin sliding over Lance’s bare ass.
Shiro tucked his head, kissing a small peck at the peak of Lance’s shoulders just over the delicate glowing marks.
“I really like you.” Lance admitted then.
Shiro’s mouth broke in a breathy smile. “I picked up on that.”
“You wanted my sister first.” Lance said.
Shiro didn’t comment.
“It makes sense.” Lance nodded to himself. “She’s very pretty.”
“Lance,” Shiro’s voice was a growl this time, his mouth surged forward to carve his teeth over the bond mark at Lance’s throat.
“Uhhhnnn,” Lance’s eyes rolled up as his world focused back to Shiro again. His hips pointed back, grinding up into Shiro. The rush of feeling was blinding through Lance
“I can assure you—it wasn’t—”
It was possibly one of the first times Shiro seemed a loss for words.
“I don’t know what end game you’re playing,” Lance breathed out slow.
Shiro’s cool metal hand still was at Lance’s hip. It tightened, just a bit, jut enough that Lance’s eyes flicked downward.
“Not with you.” Shiro murmured low.
“I’m a prince,” Lance answered. “I’ll always be a piece on the board regardless.”
The hungry way Shiro kissed over Lance’s bond mark suddenly had Lance crying out, his breath leaving him as he arched up into his mate, his finger tips pushing up through the grass as hard as he could.
“You’re my prince,” Shiro’s breath was over the bond mark and his mouth still open before—
this time—it hit Lance so much harder. "I won't let you be used." the grit of in his voice was nearly startling.
The booming drumming sound against his throat, shook through Lance, trembling through his limbs. The Alpha call was uttered so close to him.
There was something cool between them, working it way with traced fingertips down Lance’s skin and—
“ohh,” Lances lips trembled, his limbs shaking as he tried to hold himself up and against Shiro’s warm chest.
The metal fingers slid into him, through the slick and saliva Shiro had left. It was a gentle movement but thick with intent as the first finger drove into him.
“You are second to none.” Shiro’s harsh words thundered out before he growled another alpha call over Lance’s jugular.
Bitting his lip again, Lance shook his head.
The second finger slid in against the first, the two thrusting into him this time more rhythmic.
“Shiro,” Lance gasped, hoping it would placate his Alpha.
It only elicited another call. The booming chuff hit every last tender nerve through Lance, shaking out through him.
He was being stretched almost immediately as the third finger entered him. Lance shivered. The cool metal palm brushed across his bare skin with every thrust.
With more effort than he considered, Lance twisted, his weight settling onto one hand as the other moved back, following the line of Shiro’s body, his fingers brushed over his cloths as his hand moved towards his trousers.
There was an approving hummed growl on the mark, a kiss pressed in as Lance twisted, his body pressing more flush into Shiro.
The fingers inside him, worked at stretching him more, scissoring as they thrust.
Lance gulped for air as his own fingers found what he’d wanted though. Prying Shiro’s pants open one-handed took him some concentration and a bit of fiddling but once the button was loose—the dark blue trousers popped open, revealing the tightly confined bulge Lance had been aiming for. His hand backed up then, pushing Shiro’s shirt up enough he could slide his hand across his abdomen.
There was a shift then, so fast Lance’s breath left him in a whoosh. Shiro had shifted, his metal hands fingers still buried to the knuckles, but his other hand—Shiro had pulled his arm out from under him, his shoulder hitting the grass and now his support.
Now free, Shiro’s hand was splayed up over Lance’s throat, his palm over Lance’s bobbing Adam’s apple.
The chuffed call over Lance’s mark brought him back to realize he had intentions.
Lance hummed in answer, tipping his head back, and barring his throat as fully as he could to Shiro, his head resting back against Shiro’s cheek.
Simultaneously, Lance smoothed his hand over Shiro’s skin, pushing his hand down, dipping past the hem of Shiro’s boxer briefs and—
The pleased throaty growl he received was answer enough.
Lance let out a laugh, smiling as he tried to hold himself steady. “You can’t leave me hanging, big guy.”
Shiro chuckled. And realizing his hand had stilled, he started to move his fingers again, thrusting inside Lance at a good rhythm this time.
Lance closed his own fingers around Shiro.
That was the first groan Lance felt like he’d ever earned from his mate. Deep and gravely Shiro’s mouth had fallen open.
Lance didn’t stop either, he tugged and pushed at Shiro’s trousers and boxer briefs until he could slide Shiro’s cock out. It was—Lance noticed how heavy it was in his hands. He tried to glance down at it, though twisted as he was, he could barely make it out.
it was flushed dark and the finely sculpted head was smooth against Lance’s fingers.
“Uhhh,” Lance suddenly cried as the fingers in him curled.
“I want you,” Shiro panted against Lance’s neck.
His hand still behind him, Lance gave a long squeezing stroke, his thumb circling over the head. “Uh huh,” Lance murmured.
Shiro’s first reaction was a chuckle.
Lance just smiled. He closed his eyes as he stroked Shiro off again. his head resting back he moved his hips as well with Shiro's fingers. “mnnmm,”
Shiro’s head fell forward at Lance’s attention, his forehead resting on Lance’s shoulder.
Lance loved the weight of it and he turned his face, breathing into Shiro’s ear this time.
“Move your hand?” he asked softly.
Shiro’s eyes cracked and he looked at him for just a moment before he gave a slight nod.
Slick and now warm Shiro’s metal fingers pulled from Lance.
The feeling of it slithered up Lance’s spine making him suck in breath sharply. “Oh,”
He wasn’t deterred though and as Shiro let his hand rest at the swell of Lance’s ass, Lance craned his head back, trying to watch as he carefully guided Shiro—
The full on moan from Shiro tremored all the way down to Lance’s bones, as easily the head slid in.
Taking his hand away, Lance untwisted back, settling on his elbows in the grass.
It was—a lot more than Shiro’s fingers. It burned through his stretched muscles just slightly too. Lance panted, trying to settle his nerves before he went any farther.
Shiro’s cool metal hand pet across Lance’s hip, trying to ease the intrusion before Shiro moved as well.
Involuntarily, Shiro shifting onto his knees, sliding him farther in.
“SHIRO!” Lance gasped, crying out as a hand flew back behind him, “Shi-ro. Please not yet.”
Shiro was hunched over him in half a second. “I’m sorry baby,” He gasped. “I’m sorry.” His metal hand smoothed up Lance’s spine, slow and intentional. “Shhh. I’ve got you.”
A small keening sound still escaped Lance as his head dropped forward.
“I’ll let you move back when you’re ready, kay?” Shiro’s soft voice was at Lance’s ear.
Nodding, Lance replied. “Kay.”
It was still a slight twinge of discomfort so Lance only pressed his hips back a little. Immediately it was burning uncomfortably again as he took in a bit more.
“It’s okay, lovely.” Shiro cooed. “Take how ever long you need.”
“I want you,” Lance whined. As if that was a valid argument, as if that would make up for his short comings.
“You’ve already got me,” Shiro’s hand moved back down Lance’s spine.
This time the calming hormones through him made Lance’s body sag into the grass.
Determined though, Lance planted his hands and pushed up, his ass pointing straight back, he surged up.
They both cried out, Lance’s open mouth gasping and whines and keening sounds leaking out all over. In return, Shiro over him cursed and groaned his hand on Lance going instantly from caressing to grabbing at him, his fingers digging into Lance’s hip.
“Baby,” Shiro hissed into Lance’s ear.
But Lance felt no emotion pouring through him but satisfaction. He side-eyed up at his partner. His shoulders shook and his breath was short but he managed to take Shiro all the way back to the hilt in one fell swoop.
Lance closed his eyes as he rest his head back, nuzzling into Shiro’s neck and against his jawline. “I’m yours.”
At first, the thrusts were slow, shallow, Shiro was if possibly more gently than Lance had ever imagined him.
“You’re so beautiful,” Shiro murmured low into Lance’s skin as he pulled him closer.
They ended up on their side in the grass, making it easier for Shiro to gather Lance into his chest as his hips pistoned into him.
“You’re doing so good,” Shiro whispered in against Lance’s hair.
The night around them was cold, But Lance felt so warm against Shiro, his hand came up, fingers threading through the short hair at the sides of his military cut.
“You’re so perfect,” Shiro cooed to him, his mouth barely leaving the bond mark alone.
And Lance—he melted. His body felt boneless with the onslaught of sensations. From Shiro’s arms tucked around him, holding him close to the amazing warmth to the stark feeling of Shiro's cloths against his skin. Then there was his breath, it washed over Lance’s neck and across his jaw line, tingling across the bond-mark with every exhale. Above all else though, was the way Shiro dragged himself out of Lance, slow and steady before plunging back in.
All of it was smoothed over by the gooey wonderful praise Shiro poured over Lance.
“Shiro,” Lance whined, his head hitting back against the meat of Shiro’s shoulder.
“Yes,” Shiro breathed in a groan.
His arms constricted tighter against Lance. His metal hand held Lance closer, winding around his ribcage and up to frame his hand at the side of Lance’s neck, his thumb just under Lance’s chin pointing his face back. His other hand, smooth skin slid over skin as Shiro let his hand travel down the length of Lance.
“Ohhh,” Lance panted, his voice hoarse as he turned into Shiro’s neck.
Shiro’s hand didn’t stop though, slowly and in gently time with his thrusts he squeezed his fingers around Lance and started to stroke.
“You are so breathtaking.”
Lance’s hips squirmed, caught between fucking himself back on Shiro’s cock and fucking his own through Shiro’s fingers. His own slick made a wet squelch every time Shiro’s hips snapped forward to take him.
“I’m—“ Lance huffed, his eye’s could barely stay open.
He couldn't stay still, he felt too hot and like all he wanted was to lay in Shiro’s warmth forever. He couldn’t help but rock himself against Shiro and nuzzle into him.
“Baby,” Shiro’s voice was tremoring its own thread of lost control.
“I’m so—“ Lance gasped.
There was another pounding thrust into him, sliding through his slick and alighting him so fucking high his toes curled.
“Don’t stop,” Lance gasped as he finally broke.
His vision broke into shattered white and his back arched like it was stung with a live wire. He gasped and panted and he felt Shiro’s hand on him, slowly milked ever last drop from him, not picking up speed just slowly bringing Lance through his orgasm.
then he was impaled again, Shiro's thrust unrelenting and Lance cried out.
it was so good, so good each thrust only drew it out longer and longer till Lance was incoherent and murmuring nonsense against his mate.
“That’s it,” Shiro’s voice as all growl at that point.
His next thrust was harder, slamming into Lance.
“Nuhhh!” Lance managed a whined moan.
Slipping Lances limp cock from his hand, Shiro wrapped his arm around Lance’s hips, his big hand cupping over the peak of one hip. As he thrust forward this time he yanked Lance’s back meeting him in a powerful impaling rush.
Lances eyes dragged down as his mouth opened.
His sense felt like Shiro was pounding all the way through him.
“Come on, lovely,” Shiro’s voice—it had finally acquired that frantic edge. “lock down on me.”
Lance looked up at his mate—lock down? what did he—
The air was almost knocked out of Lance as the first tightening contraction hit through him.
There was a smile in the next breath across Lance’s cheek.
It hung in the air—
Good boy.
With the next thrust into him, Lance contracted again. This time giving his own cry, his hands scrambled across Shiro’s arms. “Shi—“ He tried to stumble out.
“God, yes,” Shiro mumbled, his white forelock was spilled over Lance’s throat as Shiro pressed his forehead in to Lance.
There was something else—Lance blinked rapidly his haze of orgasm finally filtering away as he realized—Shiro was swelling. His base was—Shiro was knotting.
Lance’s hand involuntarily tightened over Shiro’s.
There was a growl, deep and laced with—Alpha. It was an Alpha tone. Lance’s body strung with it and he arched, pressing himself up into Shiro as much as he could.
The next thrust—
“Ohhhh,” Lance cried out not entirely out of pleasure.
The knot had finally slipped into him, and Lance’s body contracted again clamping down on him. Shiro's arms tightened around Lance as well, fingers digging into him and claiming him. Shiro’s mouth was against the bond mark, mouth barring sharp teeth that scrapped across the mark.
It all sent a trembling quake through Lance as he felt—Shiro spilled inside of him.
“My prince,” It was uttered like s whoosh of wind and Lance almost didn't catch it. "I will lay the stars at your feet."
It had been both arousing and embarrassing when Shiro had finally pulled from Lance, and adjusted his clothing before with ease he’d pulled Lance up from the grass and effortlessly had him cradled over his shoulder, like a sleepy child.
Lance had twitched and tried to mumble something about it being unfair but his body felt—numb and tingly and wonderful and limp—and so over stimulated. Lance could barely hold his head up on his own.
It hadn’t dissipated as they’d reached the room and Shiro didn’t even bother trying to set Lance back on his feet.
With swift ease, Shiro had tugged his own shirt off and fallen back on their couch, letting Lance fall with him.
He’d dozed, or at least he must have because as Lance blinked his eyes open the fog finally leaving enough to register the situation, he found himself nestled into the crook of Shiro’s arm, head on his chest and hand stretched out and up Shiro’s sternum.
It was a surprisingly comfortable position. It made it even better when Lance looked up. Shiro’s eyes roved over Lance smoothly, following the line of his shoulder up before dipping down the the gentle curve in for his waist and back up to the tip of his hip bone. Shiro had pulled a blanket over them but his fingers trailing Lance’s side had long slid the shallow blanket down to Lance’s thigh.
Shiro’s hands were on Lance, drawing lazy designs over his skin and coaxing him back into his dozed state.
Enough so when the door to their entryway opened, Lance didn’t bother even lifting his head.
“He’s summoned you.”
Lance’s eyes flew open.
The door to their room was behind Lance, and with how he was laying across Shiro’s chest, unless he moved he wouldn’t be able to see who it was.
A cold metal hand over Lance’s hip tightened though, and more importantly—pushed down.
The message was clear: don’t move.
“I’m quite busy at the moment.” Shiro was looking at Lance.
It was when she cleared her voice, giving that indignant sound she made every time someone denied her something she wanted, that Lance knew who it was.
“Your king has summoned you.” Allura’s voice held a much firmer quality this time.
Shiro’s eyes shifted from Lance, flicking up to Allura. “And our lovely prince I'm afraid is asleep on me at the moment.”
There was another squeeze of Shiro’s hand. Again, the message Lance received was clear enough—Lance was asleep. He wasn’t to move.
It was a lie that could be maintained. The back of Lance's head was facing Allura, Shiro was propped up on the arm of the couch. Unless Allura stepped close enough she’d see nothing but Lance’s back and the waist down tangled in a blanket.
Lance wasn’t sure if he could move even at that moment. He wasn’t even sure if he could breathe.
There was the shift of clothing, no doubt his sister had straightened, taking a more regal stance.
“Black Paladin,”
“Your highness,”
The smile Shiro crooked at that moment—Lance’s own gaze widened.
He was actually smirking at her.
“These rooms were given to you.” Allura’s icy tone frosted the room.
Shiro’s hand moved then, sliding up Lance’s thigh to dip under the blanket. Once there, he traced around his hip bone to the peak of his pelvic to dip in.
Lance’s gaze turned to Shiro.
Shiro’s focus was still ahead though, still looking at his sister—like—like there was some secret. Like Shiro was in on the heist and he was so giddy to see the moment dawn on Allura.
“You were given the Prince laying at your side.”
Shiro’s metal hand slid between Lance’s thighs. His hand around Lance’s back curled in over his head, shielding him farther from Allura.
Shiro hummed. “That’s not how I remember events.”
Lance could hear the steely silence from his sister.
Shiro looked down at that moment, his gaze focused on Lance. A smile flickered.
“You’re here because we are allowing you to be.” Allura hissed. “This campaign of yours will come to a close, when my father can truly sit on that throne—when I…” She trailed off.
Lance’s gaze was on Shiro, watching him. Between his legs he could feel a cool metal finger—
His breath hitched, just the smallest amount, and Lance tried to stifle it, his eyes flicking to Shiro,
For just a few seconds, Shiro gazed back at him, before looking past Lance.
“Princess,” Shiro voice was smooth, perfectly content. “That almost sounded like a threat.”
Just then Shiro slid in a second finger, curling them inside of Lance.
Lance’s fingers twitched. His eyes closed and his jaw clenched, trying to stay still, stay quiet.
“Wouldn’t the Queen of Altea need a Black Paladin?” Shiro’s voice was still level. His flesh hand started to slide through Lance’s hair, petting it away from his forehead.
Lance could barely stop the shudder as Shiro leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his head.
“You’ll never deserve that prince,” Allura’s voice held her own measure of confidence.
Shiro was already smiling into Lance’s hair. His fingers curled deeper in Lance. Hidden in the crock of Shiro’s neck, Lance couldn’t stop the way his face contorted and the shaky breath that he let out.
“I don’t think you deserve him either.” Shiro said so simply.
“He’s my brother.”
“And when you have the option of prying him from my hands—or the Black bayard—I wonder which you’ll reach for first.”
“That implies you think he’ll stand with you. Family is everything.” Allura hissed the last sentence. “A bloodless Varrian like you would never understand.”
There was another smile. And another kiss pressed to Lance’s hair.
Shiro slipped his hand from Lance’s then. Almost breaking a strangled moan from Lance. Though bitting fiercely down on his lip, he managed to stifle it.
“Let his grace know, we’ll be there shortly.” Shiro’s gaze never even flicked to Lance.
“I am not a messenger.” Allura sneered.
“I’m confident you’ll deliver the message all the same,” Shiro’s brow raised. “They did send you to retrieve me after all.”
The silence in the room was deathly.
“I hope you’re enjoying your stolen time with my brother.” Allure hissed, though her voice was rescinding foot steps taking her away.
Shiro Chuckled the smile nearly devilish agin though he leaned forward, crushing himself to Lance. “Trust me, I’ve no interest in stealing, he’s generous after all.”
When the door opened there was a pause, and Lance caught as Shiro’s gaze shifted up.
Then there was the shuffle of feet and the door clicked closed.
In a whoosh, Lance pushed himself up to sit up, “What the—“ he gasped. HIs eyes shot to the doorway and then back to Shiro. “You just—My sister—“ Lance’s wide eyes tried to search over Shiro’s face.
In return, Shiro just shifted on the couch.
“She was in the room!” Lance desperately tried to organize the words spilling from him.
“Yes, baby,” Shiro smiled again, he was already reaching forward, his hands at Lance’s hips.
“This—“ Lance shook his head. “My father—“
Suddenly, Shiro smoothed his hands up over the peaks of Lance’s hip bones and down, pressing his fingers in over Lance’s glands at the base of his spine.
It was hard enough it brought Lance gasping as his knees desperately tried to part and he barely caught himself from falling forward.
“How—?” His eyes were still wide.
“That’s it, my pretty boy.” Shiro cooed.
His flesh hand flattened over the base Lances back, while the second—cool metal slid between Lance’s ass again, sending shivers racking through him.
Lance tried to steady himself—only to groan and barely keep from falling face first onto Shiro’s chest as a second finger slid into him.
There was a chuckle over him and Shiro started to curl his fingers inside of Lance, thrusting gently at first.
Lance’s strangled cry was the only thing he could manage.
“You’re so beautiful,” Shiro nosed his way across Lance’s jaw. “Yeah,”
When Shiro finally reached Lance's bond mark, he wasted no time in sucking the mark up,
Eyes, rolling back in his head, Lance realized as well— the hand at his back hadn’t stopped. His legs shook as he felt Shiro gently rubbing his fingers over the spot.
Slick was coming so fast, it dribbled down Lance’s legs.
“Shi—-“ Lance couldn’t even manage to finish the line as Shiro started to rub inside of him.
“Come on,” Shiro pulled off with a slurp just long enough to coo in Lance’s ear. “give it all to me.”
“Shiro” Lance moaned his body starting to already feel strung and tight. his back arched restlessly first up then back dipping in, effectively it was fucking himself back on Shiro's hand.
The dark chuckle at Lance’s ear, drew his attention.
“Good boy,” Shiro whispered, smiling at Lance.
He crashed his lips into Lance's then, his fingers starting to move in a faster time. Lance groaned into the kiss. his position was held precariously up on his elbows that started to shake as well. he could hear the wet squelch at every thrust and the harsh breath as his mouth was devoured.
Lance whimpered again, his fingers clawing across what little bit of the couch he could find.
“You gonna come for me?” Shiro whispered directly into Lance’s mouth.
He was so close, their noses touched and Lance’s entire gaze was filled with Shiro, with a storm just at his eye line—Lance could swear he saw the golden flash of lightening in his mates eyes.
Lance desperately gasped for air and ground his body forward, thrusting himself against Shiro.
“You're amazing,” Shiro sharpened his gaze, searching over Lance’s face.
“I’m—“ Lance’s mouth hung open and his eyes watered. “Shiro—“ He gasped for air. “I-“
“Please, let me have you,” Shiro punctuated the sentence with a chopped bite right against Lances lips, scraping his teeth over the flesh with out truly bitting down or breaking.
It was the last bit of stimulation Lance could handle before—
“Nhhhhuhh!”
It was like his orgasm was pulled through a brick wall. His body convulsed and vision exploded in white shattered glass. He shivered and writhed and saw nothing but gold and storm clouds.
“Oh,” Lance collapsed forward, his limbs no longer able to hold him up and he fell straight down into Shiro’s awaiting arms.
There was another chuckle but Shiro didn’t hesitate to hold Lance in close.
“Well done,” was whispered at his ear.
It was several minutes before Lance managed to register anything. Shiro hands stayed still under Lance, both his hands running smoothly at Lance’s bare sides, up and back down before back up.
Lance blinked several times trying to clear his vision.
It was when he started to get feeling back in Lance’s deadened limbs that Shiro moved out from under him. The slide was gentle and he took great care in handling Lance off on to the couch. A throw pillow was tucked under Lance’s head before the blanket was pulled up, this time all the way up to his shoulders, Shiro puling it around him, to keep his bare skin from shivering.
Shiro pointed Lances chin up to him before pressing a kiss in. It lingered but wasn’t as possessive and devouring as it usually was.
Lance gave a weak moan as his head dropped back to the pillow.
“I’m going to get ready to attend the kings audience.” Shiro informed Lance before running a hand done his shoulders he finally stepped away and back into their bedroom.
With no longer being directly confronted with the Alpha—Lances mind finally caught up to itself. He felt the slick between his legs drying all down his thighs. He felt the ache of his limbs. He wasn’t sure —the orgasm had been pulled from him, it felt like it was a rapture drained through out his whole body, truly a small death at its most intense.
It didn’t stop Lance from pushing himself up though. His eyes turned wildly across the room. A part of him—he wondered if any of it had really truly just happened. He felt disconnected from even his own body, like he was floating or—or falling.
Shiro was stepping back into the room. This time he was more acutely dressed, and clearly he’d refreshed himself. The form-fitting, Black Paladin uniform nearly startled Lance.
“Come on, darling,” Shiro spoke as he offered a hand to Lance. “I’d love to let you lie, but your presence is required as well.”
Lance blinked up at the man standing over him. His mouth opened—but Lance could only find one word. “Why?” his head shook.
Over him, Shiro’s brow crooked as he watched Lance.
He smiled then. “Because you’re mine.” he said as if it was matter of fact.
He seized Lance then and tugging him at the waist pulled him up to his feet and into his arms.
Lance squeaked but still managed to grab on, digging his fingers in the uniform. Realizing yet again the Black Paladin was fully clothed with Lance pressed completely bare to him. He was hoisted up farther, his arms going around Shiro’s neck as he came face to face with his mate again. They were so close Lance was certain they could breath nothing but the breath of the other.
“And there needed to be a reminder—that from the moment she handed you over, you would never be used by her again.” Shiro said sweetly into Lance’s mouth, before he dipped in and sealed their lips in a suffocating kiss.
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