sneak away
a quick little shance snippet to celebrate @jennypen‘s birthday!
“C'mon,” Lance said, head tilted back against the bathroom door as he turned the maintenance lock, the metal giving a solid, satisfying click. Shiro leaned in, forearm pressed against the door beside Lance’s head, brows drawn together as he furiously, silently reminded himself where he was and what he was thinking about doing.
“May I remind you,” Shiro said, voice strung tight with the last vestiges of his restraint, “I am at work. Matt is expecting me back soon.”
“Matt’s not the boss of you,” Lance said, chewing on his lip and meeting Shiro’s eyes with a sultry expression that he wore so, so well. Dammit.
“Actually, he is,” Shiro said. Lance put his hand on Shiro’s hip and guided him in closer. “His family owns this bar so yes, when I’m at work he is the boss of me.”
“Boring,” Lance said. “Kiss me.”
“I can’t be doing this here,” Shiro surfaced from the kiss, breathing hard and fast. Lance grinned, his hand warm on Shiro’s neck as he arched away from the wall.
“I can’t,” Shiro tried again, and made absolutely no effort to stop what he was doing, thigh between Lance’s legs and hand down the back of his pants.
“You think about doing me on the bar,” Lance said, reading Shiro like a book while his pants slid down slightly and Shiro puzzled out the logistics. “In front of everyone.” He twirled his fingers in the loose end of Shiro’s ponytail, thoughtful, devious. “That’s not very sanitary, Shiro.”
Lance let out a little delighted grunt when Shiro picked him up, bracing him against the wall. “In front of everyone,” he repeated as he sank effortlessly onto Shiro’s cock, legs tucking neatly over his hips.
“Lance, shut up,” Shiro said, and when Lance smirked, kissed him again.
I am blown away by how amazing this is - getting a fic in this amazing AU is an amazing privilege and was an incredible surprise so I am super grateful for this 🥰🥰🥰
