Lance was on his back, his hands scrabbling for some kind of grip on the slick sheets as Shiro, above him, pounded into him for all he was worth. His hands were on Lance's hips, holding him securely as he fucked into Lance harshly. Lance reached down and grabbed Shiro's prosthetic hand from around his hip and pulled it upwards, he placed it on his throat and looked at Shiro intently.

"Choke me." He said. Shiro looked at him in complete bewilderment and stopped his hips, Lance groaned at the loss of movement.

"Are you crazy?" Shiro asked. "We still don't know all that my hand can do; for all we know it may activate and I could strangle you to death!" He cried and tried to yank his hand back. Lance rolled his eyes, and held Shiro's hand firmly to him neck.

"You won't." He said. "I trust you. You would never do anything that would actually hurt me." Shiro still looked at him, his eyes almost scared. Lance eased up.

"I won't force you if you really don't want to, but if you can, I really want to try it for real." He said, his eyes drooped to half-lidded and me smiled at Shiro.

"I've tried holding my breath before and it feels great, but I always end up giving in too soon whether I want to or not. Will you help me?" He asked, and batted his eye lashes for added silliness. Shiro found himself relaxing and smiled back at Lance shakily.

"Okay. We can try it, but if it looks like it's too much I'm stopping, okay? So, no complaining." He said. Lance smiled.

"Come on babe, choke me." He said, and slowly, Shiro's fingers tightened around his neck. The black paladin's hips started back up again as he slowly squeezed the breath out of Lance, and Lance could feel his dick getting even harder, the force of Shiro's thrusts making it bounce against his stomach.

A few more seconds and Shiro took a deep breath before cutting off all of Lance's. Lance smiled at him trying to show he was enjoying himself even as his head began to pound with his heartbeat. Lance's smile fell as his mouth dropped open, Shiro was pounding his prostate and he wanted to moan but could not. Shiro reached his other hand between them and began stroking Lance's cock.

Lance was close, he was so fucking close. He stupidly tried to breath in, despite knowing it would do him no good. His instincts had taken over and his lungs were screaming for air, his throat aching with the force Shiro was applying- and he loved it. His blue tinged lips pulled up into a smile, and he was coming. His cock jerked against Shiro's fingers and coated his hand and his own chest in the pearly white fluid.

His eyes rolled back into his head and he felt like he was flying, his orgasm stretched out for so long it was almost painful and a moment later Shiro's hand was gone and he was sucking in huge gulps of air, and coughing and hacking as he irritated his throat. When he finally managed to regain his breath, he looked up at Shiro through his tear-filled eyes. Shiro was panting harshly and his face was flushed. Lance could feel inside him that he was still hard and had not cum yet.

"Are you okay, baby?" Shiro asked, his voice gravely.

Lance nodded, coughed, and then spoke.

"Of course, I am." He rasped, his voice ragged. "No need to hold back on my account. Give me all you got." He said, and smiled cockily. Shiro snorted out a laugh and then captured his lips with his own, kissing him deeply and dragging his tongue along the other's.

"Hold on to me." He said, and started moving again, his hips driving into Lance's body forcefully. Lance obeyed and wrapped his arms around Shiro's back, pulling him closer. He dug his nails into Shiro's back, the overstimulation becoming a bit painful the longer it went on. Thankfully Shiro did not last much longer, strung out as he had been, and he held Lance tight to him and buried his face in his neck, biting him so hard Lance was sure he'd broken the skin. He came, his cock twitching inside Lance, and Lance moved one hand from Shiro's back to his head, petting Shiro's short hair as he came.

When Shiro had finally spent himself, he removed his teeth from Lance's neck and pulled back. Sure enough, Lance saw red staining his lips. Shiro moved in for a kiss, but Lance refused him, turning his head to the side to avoid his lips.

"No way, Shirogane. I may be a kinky little shit, but I draw the line at blood. I'm not kissing you until you brush your teeth." He said, fixing the other with a firm look. Shiro's brows furrowed in confusion and he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. His eyes widened in horror at the red and he looked at Lances neck, only now seeming to realize what he had done.

"O-oh God. Lance, I am so sorry! I didn't mean- We need to get you to a healing pod." He said, sounding, and looking very frazzled. He pulled out of Lance, who groaned at the loss and also at the feeling of the cum leaving him as well. Shiro was running around the room, tossing their clothes to the side as he looked for his pants. He finally found them and tugged them on, not even bothering to do up the zipper. Lance was watching him in equal parts concern and bemusement when Shiro came and shoved his arms under him, scooping him up, sheets and all, in a princess carry.

Lance threw an arm around Shiro's neck for balance, very unprepared for the situation he now found himself in. Shiro carried him out of the room before he was able to stop him.

"Woah!" He rasped. "Calm down there cadet! What are you doing?" He looked up at Shio's face, but he refused to meet his eyes.

"Shiro come on, talk to me."

"I hurt you." He said back, his voice sounding pained. "We're going to the med-bay."

"What? No, Shiro you didn't hurt me, I'm fine." He said, trying to sound reassuring, but his wrecked voice was making it hard. Shiro only shook his head in denial.

"I bit you. Like an animal. Like a… monster." He said, his voice an agonized whisper. Lance stared at him in shock.

"No, no! Shiro, you're not a monster! You just got a little carried away, it happens." He said, trying his best to placate the black paladin. Shiro did not respond and they had arrived at the med bay, Lance was thankfully that both it, and the halls they had walked through, were empty.

Shiro set him gently on the examination table and moved to one of the pods, pulling up the interface.

"Shiro, no." Lance said, and he hopped off the table, clutching the sheet to himself, somehow worried it would fall and expose him. Which was a stupid fear when he had just had Shiro's dick inside him not five minutes ago. Shiro did not stop still programing the pod.

"Shiro." Lance placed his hand on Shiro's shoulder and leaned to he could see the others face.

Shiro was crying. His cheeks were wet and tears dripped from his chin, he was biting his lip, and he looked absolutely miserable. Lances eyes softened and he smiled sadly.

"Hey, come on now. It's okay. I'm fine, I promise." Shiro shook his head and closed his eyes, his arms coming up and hugging himself tightly.

"Aww babe." Lance whispered. He wrapped his own arms around Shiro's middle and they both sank slowly to the floor.

"I-I hurt you." Shiro said, his voice small.

"You really didn't." Lance promised. "I've had worse from angry sex with Keith." He said, and he smiled as Shiro laughed weakly.

"Shiro, you could never hurt me, not really. That's why I trusted you earlier. I knew you wouldn't hurt me, because you aren't that type of guy. You are a good man, Takashi. Even if you don't always believe it. And I love you, all of you." He said, his voice warm. Shiro sniffed.

"I'm sorry I bit you. I wasn't even thinking about it."

"It's fine, no need for a healing pod." He said. "but, if we could find some bandages and some space-throat spray I wouldn't turn it down" He confessed. Shiro laughed wetly.

"Yeah, okay." He said, and he got to his feet first before helping Lance to his.

"Hey," Lance said. "How about after this, we go take a bath? I'll even set it to your cold-ass baby temperature." He bribed. Shiro laughed again.

"Wow, I must really look pathetic."

"You do." Lance agreed. "But mostly it's because I love you."

"I love you too, Lance."