//Lance is intersex in this btw
Shiro seems to get the message, more than happy to lean in and plant a single, soft kiss to his lips. "That's better. Feels good having someone with experience touch you here, huh, baby?" He purrs, grinning. "Is it better than, say, humping your pillow?" He chuckled. Lance lifted off of of the bench to follow Shiro's lips. He wanted to feel them all over him. He nodded his head, moaning and crying Shiro's name out. "S-So, close-!" He choked out, his back arching deeply with each pump of Shiro's fingers.
Laughing, he kisses Lance again, this time not bothering to pull away. Tail beginning to stroke his cock gently, Shiro rams his fingers against both sensitive places at once, thumb digging into his clit with the movement of his hand. Lance screamed out Shiro's name with everything he had done to him, finishing soon after. He grinded his hips back, wanting more. "S-Shiro, please, please!" He cried, his eyes rolling back again through his orgasm. "What do you want, baby?" He croons, pulling everything away all at once and settling back onto the bench, happily dragging his tongue along his tail to clean it without breaking eye contact. "Tell me what you want." He said.
Lance whined loudly, shaking on the bench. "More, more, please!" He begged. he was so addicted to the feeling. "Please, please, I-I-" He whined. He was so worked up and aching for more. "Come on, Princess, use your words." Shiro coos, reaching out to stroke his cheek gently. When Lance still doesn't answer, he shrugs, getting up and going to his locker, pretending to get ready to go. "Fine, then, sweetheart. You can take care of the rest yourself, can't you?" He hummed. Lance immediately hopped up, pulling Shiro back to him. "No, please!" He cried, his eyes filling with tears. They spilled over as he pushed his lips against Shiro's. "I-I want your cock, please!" He begged. He smiles, leaning in and slipping his hands underneath Lance's thighs, lifting him up easily. "Aw, honey, you know you can't handle that yet." He purrs, planting a kiss to his throat as he spoke. "Since you asked nicely, though, I'm happy to suck on that pretty cock. How does that sound?" He asked. Lance immediately began to grind against Shiro as he lifted him up. He wrapped his arms around his neck and whined but nodded his head. "P-Please.." he begged. He was still so worked up, he never wanted to stop. "Good boy." Shiro places Lance back down on the ground, pushing him gently against the lockers before dropping to his knees, face hidden under his skirt. "Daddy's going to fuck these pretty holes till you're sore, baby. Soon." Lovingly dragging his tongue up the length of his cock, two fingers return to his clit, rubbing it at a slow, lazy pace. Lance whined loudly at Shiro's words, nodding his head. "A-Ah, Daddy!" He moaned, loving the nickname he had called himself. He bucked his hips slightly, aching for more. He laced his fingers into Shiro's hair, gasping and moaning out. Purring happily, he swallows Lance down his throat without another moment's hesitation. Bobbing his head gently up and down, Shiro circles the entrance to one of his holes with a fingertip, clearly enjoying how easy it was to work him up. He didn't bother to stop touching his clit- in fact, he began moving his fingers a bit faster against it, wanting to see if he could make Lance come and squirt at the same time. Lance moaned loudly, his back arching against the lockers. He pushed his hips up into Shiro's mouth, groaning at the feeling. "Daddy, D-Daddy!" He cried, his eyes rolling back in his head again. Shiro's tail begins to sway happily back and forth, showing his excitement over the new title. He gladly slips two fingers back inside of him to show his thanks, palm grinding against his clit once they were all the way in, rubbing lovingly against his special little spot. Lance cried out, his body twitching and shaking roughly once again. He grinded his hips down on Shiro's fingers, bucking them up into his mouth. After a moment, he pulls slowly away, licking his lips and tilting his head back to smile up at Lance. "Have you ever tried a vibrator before, sweetheart?" He purrs, refusing to stop fingering him even as he spoke. "Do you know what they feel like?" He asked. Lancee shook his head. He had only used his fingers before."N-No-" He moaned out, his hand taking Shiro's as he held it tightly. He wondered if Shiro had kept one in his bag and if he did, why. "Would you like to try one? I keep one with my things, for.... Well. Sweethearts like you." Rising to his feet, Shiro leans in, kissing his forehead softly. "Does that sound appealing?" He asked. Lance whined and nodded his head, "P-Please, Daddy.." He begged. He felt the overwhelming urge to try and do anything Shiro wanted him to. He watched as Shiro got up to get his bag and whined. After a few moments of digging, Shiro turns around, holding a small, pink toy. "You know you don't have to if you don't want to, right, sweetheart?" He asks, returning to Lance's side and touching his cheek. "Daddy won't make you." He purred softly. Lance whimpered. "I-I want to." He said, smiling. He sat up a bit and leaned into Shiro's touch. It was so soothing for how worked up he was. "I want to try this." He said, looking over at his lover. He smiles, clearly proud of him. "Such a sweet little thing." He murmurs, leaning in to kiss him for a few long moments. "Can you do Daddy a favor and turn around to face the lockers, please?" He asked. Lance kissed Shiro back softly, giggling against his lips. He nodded his head and sat on his knees facing the lockers as Shiro instructed. He waited for his next instructions. He looked to Shiro, whimpering softly.
"Honey, you don't have to sit on your knees. I meant standing." Shiro says with a tiny laugh. Instead of making Lance get back up, he sits down behind him, pulling him back into his lap. "This will work, too, though. Spread those pretty legs for me, please." He hummed. Lance whined as Shiro laughed at him but nodded his head. He leaned back against Shiro and spread his legs for him, interlocking his and his lover's together. He looked up at Shiro and nodded his head, telling him that he was ready. "Good boy." Turning the toy on to its lowest setting, Shiro lifts up the hem of Lance's skirt, placing it gently up against his clit. "Daddy's very proud of you, baby." He murmurs, kissing his temple. "You're doing so well." He said softly.
Lance gasped, letting out a little groan. He pushed into the toy slightly and nodded his head. He absolutely loved the feeling. He gripped Shiro's thigh with one hand, taking his other hand and grabbing his free hand. "D-Daddy..." He panted out.
He laces their fingers together, rubbing the toy in a slow circle on his clit, letting it brush against the underside of his cock every so often. "Daddy's here, baby. He's got you." He murmurs, leaning in to plant soft kisses to his shoulder. "He's going to make sure you can't walk for days." He chuckled. Lance moaned loudly, feeling so overstimulated but he didn't care. He still wanted more until he could take Shiro. He squeezed Shiro's hand tightly, whining and moaning out Shiro's name.
"Why don't you touch yourself for me, baby?" Shiro purrs, dragging his teeth slowly up his throat. "Stroke that pretty cock nice and slow, and think about all the ways you'd love to be fucked." He purred. Lance nodded his head, pulling his skirt up a bit more before he pushed his hand down to stroke himself off slowly. He moaned at the feeling but it wasnt as satisfying as it would be if it was his lover.
He smiles a little, turning the toy up a bit higher and switching up his movement, not wanting to let Lance get too used to anything. "Just imagine, both your holes being pounded so, so good at the same time, for hours on end.... People just keep coming and using you, breeding you good, and it's just cock after cock after cock, until you're so fucked out you can't even form words anymore." He thought aloud. Lance gasped and moaned out at the feeling, his hips bucking into his hand. He nodded his head, loving the thought of being used for hours like that. "D-Daddy, please!" He begged, wanting everything he was putting into his mind.
He only smiles, kissing his cheek as he continues talking. "They'll take pictures of you taking them like a good boy, share them with all their friends, and the next day, an even longer line forms, just to fuck my little princess's hole." Visibly turned on by his own words, Shiro bites his lip, pressing the toy a bit harder to Lance's clit. "Does that sound nice, angel? Being nothing but a dumb little cocksleeve for the entire campus?" He chuckled. Lance moaned loudly and nodded his head. "Please!" He cried, wanting everything that Shiro was saying. He bucked his hips, grinding them into the small toy. "More, p-please!" He begged. "That's it, puppy. Just give in." He purrs. Finally switching the toy all the way up, Shiro grinds it lazily against his clit, taking Lance's hand off his cock to replace it with his own. "Be a good little toy and take it, hmm?" He hummed. Lance gasped and moaned loudly as the toy was turned all the way up. He nodded his head, leaning it back against Shiro's chest. He nodded again, his body tensing as he squirted again. "Good. I'm so proud of you." Despite aching to be inside of Lance, Shiro lifts him up gently, setting him onto the bench and arranging his skirt neatly around his legs. "You want Daddy to walk you home?"
