After a year of being held captive by aliens, Shiro would have thought that he wouldn't be into this sort of thing. But seeing Lance crawl towards him at his command made him hard. His dick strained against his pants as Lance rest his chin on his knee. That need in his eyes…

"You're a dirty boy, aren't you?" Shiro asked, resting his cheek against his knuckles. Lance muttered under his breath and shut his eyes. He reached out and grabbed his chin, squeezing him hard. "Answer me."

"I am a dirty boy…" Lance said, looking up at him.

"That's right." Shiro reached up and tugged at his hair. "Those are some nice clothes you're wearing, though. I don't think a pathetic person like you deserves them. Lucky for you, I have the perfect replacement set."

Lance followed his finger as he pointed to a pile of clothes. He moved to stand, but Shiro pushed him down, his boot on his shoulder. Catching the hint, he crawled over to them. Shiro just might like him better this way. When he reached the clothes, he looked back at him, a pleading look in his eyes.

Chuckling, Shiro tilted his head. "What? You don't like them?"

"N-no!" Lance replied. "I'm not wearing–"

"You are."

"Shiro–"

"I thought you were clueless before, but this takes the cake," Shiro said. He shook his head, the smirk never leaving his face. Standing up, he walked up to Lance and took hold of his chin. "Wear it. Now."

Lance nodded his head. Shiro walked back to his seat when Lance started to undress. It wasn't easy acquiring those clothes. There were a lot of planets he had to scrounge around to find something that even resembled it. Once he did, Shiro bought it on the spot. How could he not when he knew the color would be perfect for Lance.

"I-I'm done..."

Shiro bit his lip at Lance's current state. The red lingerie was perfect for Lance's flesh. The skirt? Well, that was his own preference. "Well, now. Don't you look charming." He motioned for Lance to come forward. "And don't forget to crawl."

Lance whimpered as he got back on his hands and knees, crawling back to Shiro. Shiro undid his pants, moving it and his underwear down to his knees. His cock sprung at attention. He could see Lance's mouth watering over the sight. Reaching forward, he gripped Lance's chin. Lance didn't fight as he dragged him closer and between his knees until his pants stopped him.

"You want a taste of this?" Shiro chuckled at Lance's eager nod. "You're not getting it." When Lance whimpered, he pushed him back. He continued to further push his pants and underwear down and off. "I have a different job for you." Grabbing the back of his head, he pulled Lance closer to him again.

Scooting lower in his seat, he braced himself as his ass hung over the edge. His cock hit Lance in the face and he opened his mouth to take some of it in. Shiro's hand grabbing his hair stopped him and pushed him lower. The silent question was in Lance's eyes, ready to come out.

"Start eating me out," Shiro ordered. "You can stop being foolish and do that, right?" The red that spread across Lance's face was beautiful. He was hesitant at first, trying not to do this act. When Shiro felt his tongue against his asshole, he moaned, leaning further down in his seat. "You are good for something..."

Lance's tongue worked him, swirling around and dipping the tip inside. Shiro bit his knuckle, moaning loud. He didn't know if Lance did this before, but he didn't care. It felt so good. His tongue on his asshole, slipping inside just the smallest bit. Too bad the others wouldn't get a chance to feel this. He wouldn't let them. Showing them, was a different story, though.

Reaching behind him, he pulled out the little portable he had stolen from Pidge. They would get it back when he was good and ready. Pressing the right app, he smirked, aiming the camera at Lance working meticulously. "Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaance. Look at what I have."

Lance looked up at him, his tongue still moving until realization hit him. His face grew redder and he tried to pull away but Shiro pulled him close. He aimed the camera closer to Lance's face. "Shiro..." he muttered.

"Keep working, Lance," Shiro ordered. "Do you want everyone to know that you're terrible and how filthy you are?" Lance whimpered and went back to work. Shiro moaned, bucking into the touch. "Fuck yes, that feels good... Keep fucking me open with your tongue."

He continued to record Lance, zooming in as close as he could. A tripod would have been better. Having a recording of Lance fucking him with his tongue would have been a great keepsake. There was always next time and there will be a next time.

"The boys are going to love seeing you like this." He moaned, a deep growl in his throat. "They'll be lining up to see what magic your tongue can do. And we all thought that you could-oh, fuck, just like that-only suck dick good."

Shit, it felt too good. There was so much more he wanted, though. Lance looked beautiful in that outfit. Fuck, he needed Lance.

Tossing the portable behind him, he tugged Lance up. He scooted back to sit properly on the chair. Lance looked down at him, his lips swollen and a desperate look in his eye. Shiro's eyes wandered down and saw his dick. It strained against the underwear and skirt. Beautiful.

Shiro raised his foot and pressed it against Lance's dick. The sound Lance made was lewd, his hips thrusting against the pressure. "Did you get this hard from licking my asshole? You're disgusting." Lance opened his mouth and closed it. "Say it. Say that you're disgusting and why."

Sobbing, Lance covered his face. "I-I'm disgusting because I got hard from... from licking your asshole..."

He chuckled. "Good. It's good to know that you know your place." Dropping his foot, he grabbed Lance's wrist and pulled him close. Lance straddled his waist. Shiro reached behind him and pulled his underwear aside. The butt plug he put in him earlier was twitching as he played with it.

They specially prepped him for this moment. Lance was ready to take Shiro deep in his ass. Shiro pulled the plug out and shoved two of his fingers inside. His back arched and he moaned.

"Look at how desperate you are for this," Shiro whispered. "Are you ready? Tell me how much you want it."

Lance's body shook, his hips rocking back and forth on Shiro's fingers. "I want it so badly! Teach this filthy boy a lesson with your big cock."

Trying not to break character, Shiro spread Lance's cheeks and pulled him down. His breath shuddered as his dick entered that heat. Tighter and hotter with every inch he slipped in. Bottoming out, he gripped Lance's hips and squeezed. "Start moving. Prove to me that you're not as clueless as you look."

There was no hesitation on Lance's part. Bracing his hands on Shiro's shoulders, he rode him like a horse. He bounced in his lap, rough and hard. Shiro reached up and pulled the skirt up, followed by pulling the underwear down. Without the extra friction, Lance whimpered.

Grabbing Lance's hair, he tilted his head back. "Keep it up. Oh, yes. Ride me just like that." He bit into Lance's neck and smirked against the mark he made. "Wait until the boys hear about it."

Lance wrapped his arms around Shiro's shoulders, holding him close. "I'm so close, Shiro! Please touch me... Please...!"

His flesh hand stroked his dick, pressing his thumb into the slit and dragging the foreskin down. Lance howled and bounced harder in his lap, pushing his dick into Shiro's hand. So hot inside him, the sounds of their bodies moving together bouncing off the walls.

Body freezing up, Lance cummed all over Shiro's hand and shirt. The tightness was too much. Shiro's thrusts faltered as he thrust up into him, cumming deep within.

Lance slumped against him, burying his face into Shiro's hair. He nuzzled into the soft, sweaty locks, humming in content. His hands wandered up and down his chest. "Was that so hard?"

Shiro shrugged his shoulders. It wasn't too much his thing. Too close to what happened back as Zarkon's prisoner. If Lance liked it, he was willing to give it a try. His lips kissed up and down Lance's neck, peppering him with affection. "Let's not do it often, though. Okay?"

"I don't mind that. ... Did you really record that on Pidge's portable?"

"God, I hope not. I'll have Hunk look at it before I give it back. I want it deep cleaned just in case. They don't need to see anything that just happened."